Dead and gone (Daryl Dixon Fanfic)
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Why was I even with this group? It's not like they'd even care if I was gone. Lots of people hate me, so I'll probably just leave anyways.
"Hey lady! Would you hurry up!?" I look over and glare at Crossbow Bitch, who does he think he is?
"And what if I don't huh? You need me for the baby food! So you can actually fucking-" But I'm cut off,
"Hey! Just shut up! Both of you! Don't fight right now please?! Just," I'm starting to feel bad just as Glenn sighs, "Keep quiet."
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