2. Never Tear Us Apart

-burning anger-

Rick and Theo had been missing for hours when Daryl searched for them both. 

After the events, Glenn spent most of his day digging graves.

Daryl went straight to the watch tower after realising his cigarettes and lighter had gone missing.

Before entering, he saw her legs swinging off the edge, followed by a cloud of thin grey smoke.

He sighed, knowing he wasn't the best with emotions, but he had to be there for her, no matter what.

He walked out, and she turned her back to the door. Next to her was a bottle of something, followed by a cigarette in her hand.

"Theo?" Daryl approached

"3 people in one day, Daryl", she sniffed, taking a swig from the bottle before lighting another cigarette.

The sound of the glass being placed on the concrete filled the silence as he approached her. 

The box was complete at the start of the day, and she had just lit the last one.

"I know, but we will find out who did this when you're okay" he nodded, sitting next to her.

He sniffed the bottle to see it was straight vodka.

He almost gagged at the smell; she had nearly finished the entire bottle.

"Found the bottle in a desk drawer; it wasn't opened; it had a letter attached." She sniffed again, placing the cigarette in her mouth, and pulled a letter from her pocket.

"Dear you son of a bitch, happy 50th old boy, make sure you have a good one with strippers, booze and drugs; I wish I were there, but due to some issues at the prison, hopefully, this will help with the hangover from your best friend and brother John " she read out loud. "Thanks, John '' she raised her bottle, taking another swig, not flinching at the burning sensation in her throat.

The tears were falling, but she wasn't even aware of it.

"Are you okay?" Daryl asked. He knew it was a stupid question, but he had to ask.

"Should I be?" she asked, finally looking at Daryl. His eyes were red and swollen from her crying.

She finished her cigarette, grabbing the box to see if she was out. She sighed in frustration, holding her head.

"You don't have to be," he told her quietly.

"Well, I'm not", she stood. "It fucking burns my chest. It hurts," She cried.

He followed quickly.

"And you know what, I'm not even upset. Not anymore; I'm grieving, but I'm angry, fucking angry that my mum is gone, my brother wishes I was dead, and my dad has disappeared; I'm fucked off because things were finally going right and now they are fucked up again!" She yelled before throwing the rest of the vodka at the wall, smashing the bottle.

She stumbled and almost fell but caught herself.

Daryl stepped forward, worried she was going to go off the edge.

"What am I meant to do now!" she screamed, her breath becoming quick.

Daryl watched her break down, taken back, not seeing her like this before.

"She's dead, and I just don't know what to feel any more", she paced while crying.

She pushed her hair out of the way and looked at Daryl.

She realised how much she would be looking like a crazy person and stopped

"And now look at me. God, Dixon, if you could see the look on your face." She laughed viciously. "The fuck you are doing here anyway. Don't you know when to leave a girl alone?" She snapped.