Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 76: I was an idiot for thinkin' you changed.

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(DAY 664) Things are not going well in the group. It's been two days since Tyreese died, and not long since Beth, and the group's pretty much down. We're starving and soon going to get dehydrated. It hasn't rained in a while, so everything's too dry to collect water. Daryl's been hunting as best he can to find food, him and Merle both. Maggie and Sasha are both still really down about losing their siblings, and I can see that Daryl's messed up from losing Beth. It's been rough. We haven't been in this bad of a place since we left the farm.

I still have three letters to write. There's Martinez, who I found out died not long before Phillip attacked the prison, and Shumpert, too, then Phillip himself, but I'm going to save him for a separate entry.

Dear Martinez,

God, I miss you. I damn near forgot you existed until recently. I had called a lot of people from Woodbury my 'best friend', but you were probably my actual best friend there. Titus was a close second, but you topped him. We were friends right off the bat, right after you and Phillip found me. You knew Phillip and I liked each other before WE knew we liked each other. Of course, that has nothing to do with you and me.

I wish I'd have found a way to convince you to leave Woodbury with me. You were a good guy. Your only flaw was how easily you listened to commands that weren't right, but I figure you realized that because you took off and left Phillip behind, which was a smart move in general but ultimately got you killed. I guess he came across a group you made and killed you to take charge. I hate the bastard for it. He killed so many people that mattered to me, you being one of the highest on that list.

I remember when I came back to Woodbury and saw you in the shed. I had missed you so much, but it was overshadowed by Phillip and me reuniting. Then, after Phillip announced to everyone that I was back, and I got a chance to say hello to everyone, that was when I realized how much I missed you. And now you're gone, and I miss you again. I hope you know that I really did care about you. It wasn't because you were friends with Phillip or anything like that. You mattered to me. You taught me how to throw axes, too, and that's a skill I still use now. You were half of why I'm such a good fighter. You taught me a lot of what I know, at least with hand to hand combat and using knives and all. I could never thank you enough for that, or for anything. You were the one to warn me that Phillip was losing it, too, and if you wouldn't have, I'd probably have never left Woodbury, so thank you.

I'm always gonna miss you, man. I might forget about you momentarily with all that happens, but I'm never going to not miss you when you come to mind.

Dear Shumpert,

I don't have a whole lot to say. I don't even know how you died. I just know that you did. I miss you. It might not me the most out of everyone I've lost, but I do miss you. I remember seeing you on the wall at Woodbury when I returned, and the sight of you just broke me. It reminded me of Woodbury being my home. I nearly foiled my own plan because of just seeing you.

However you died, I'm sorry it happened. You were a good guy and a good fighter. We were good friends for a while at Woodbury, did shifts on the wall, taught the people of Woodbury to use guns. We did so much together in that place, so anytime I think of you, it just reminds me of how things used to be. I wish there was some way to go back, maybe fix things so you'd still be alive and maybe Phillip wouldn't have done what he had done to everyone, but there's nothing to do. I miss you, though.