In The End | Daryl Dixon

Sometimes I just wished that I could turn off my feelings and emotions. At least then, I wouldn't have to worry about getting hurt.

I feel like someone had ripped my heart out of my chest and stomped on it. I didn't know whether to be pissed or understanding towards Daryl, all I knew was I felt this empty hole inside my chest.

Hell, if someone would have told me that he would leave as soon as he found his brother I probably wouldn't have bothered getting so close to him. Yet, here I am. Don't get me wrong, I care about everyone in our group, but Daryl just--he was different. I think I realize now that I felt more for him than the average person in the group. But none of that matters anymore because he's gone. Guess the saying "You don't realize what you have until it's gone" actually does have some meaning..

Fuck whoever came up with it.

I stared out of the car window with the side of my head pressed against it watching the trees blur on by. The drive back to the prison was silent, but the tension could be cut with a knife, and I'm fairly certain it had to do with Glenn, and what happened to Maggie back in Woodbury.

I lifted my head off of the window when the car started to slow down, I saw Carol and Carl hurriedly opening the gate to let us in.

"Drive 'em up. I'll meet you up there." Rick told Maggie as he got out of the car to greet his son.

Maggie climbed from the back seat to the driver seat, "Hey Mags. I'm just gonna walk." I said quietly opening the car door.

"Oh, okay." She responded, nodding her head.

I shut the car door, not even realizing Carol was standing next to it.

"Where's Daryl?" Carol asked fearfully as she peaked into the cars tinted window.

I turned my head around to look to her then to Rick, before looking down at the gravel.

Rick broke away from Carl to meet Carol. "It's alright. He's alive. We ran into his brother. They went off."

Carol had the look of hurt in her eyes, "He left? Daryl left? He's gone? Is he coming back?" With each question, her voice broke.

I couldn't handle seeing her upset, because truthfully so was I. I turned on my heel, and slowly made the trek up the gravel road, up to the prison. As if this place couldn't get any lonelier.

On the other side of the fence, Hershel and Beth were standing waiting on the rest of us. After hugging Maggie, Hershel and Beth both took turns hugging me. I gave them a small, but weak smile as I hugged them back.

I walked into the cell block, and came to a hault when I saw four complete strangers sitting at the tables. One man stood up from the table and took a few steps towards me.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked aggressively.

"Um.."

"I found them inside." Carl said.

I snapped my head towards the boy, but before I could say anything Rick came stomping in, giving the uninvited guests a glare before walking into the cells.

I shook my head and followed Rick into the cells.

"So uh, are we gonna figure out who the hell these people are?" I asked Rick, who in turn nodded with a straight face.

Carl unlocked the cell door, letting the whole group enter the room toes who these people were, and what they wanted. I walked in and stood off to the side with my arms crossed over my chest.

"I'm Tyreese." The tall man said, extending his hand out to Rick, which he declined.

"Sasha, Allen, Ben." Hershel introduced, pointing to each one with one of his crutches.