TWD: Survival's Edge ? Daryl Dixon (Back from break)

--As a treat to getting to Chapter 20, I've decided its time to unlock Henry's perspective.. After Chapter 19 he has alot on his mind.-- probably the only Henry POV ill do. (unless people ask for more but other then that)
Happy chapter 20, and thank you for waiting!! A lot has happened this week that made it impossible to find any time to write. Amara is still main character this is just a diff perspective to tie things in nicely.

(me like two weeks after i posted this chapter, I might redo it in Amara's perspective! I don't know how much I like Henry's perspective...)

- Henry's Perspective

         
          Henry slid his arms into his jacket, adjusting it until it fit on his back nicely. His thoughts were scattered. It was morning, maybe a little after. He didn't even remember falling asleep, but he just assumed he had been too exhausted to remember it. They had been swarmed with questions by Rick the moment they reached the farm. They had concealed it with a quick lie- but it was obvious that something was off to anyone with two eyes.

He brought his hand up to his face and inspected it. He thought he had washed any roamer blood on him but there was some remaining dried red streaks he must have missed somehow. He shoved himself upright, rubbing his face with the back of his hand, trying to shove out the gnawing guilt that had been building up ever since yesterday.

It had been fair of him to call Amara out on it. She could have died. But something conflicting was happening with Henry because he wasn't sure that was why he had called her out. He saw her open herself up easily to someone. Henry had to fight for her attention. She gave it to Daryl. And he didn't even deserve it. He was just some stuck-up, closed-off redneck who'd betray Amara the moment the cards weren't in his favor.

The cold water stung as he scrubbed. He wasn't sure if it was the temperature or just how raw his hands were. A slight chill crept through his body as he watched the cold water run over his hands. He steadied his elbows on the edge, letting out a breath as he splashed the water over his face. He looked straight into the drain as the ripples of water slid off his dark red hair onto the metal drain.
     
The farm was still quiet, the dawn light barely cutting through the trees, casting long shadows on the ground. He could smell grass—the farm-like scent of hay, mixed with dirt and sweat. But it wasn't what he wanted to smell. It wasn't what he wanted to feel. He shook the water off of his face gently, then let his eyes wander. The group was around the trees, all doing different things. Carol hadn't really left the RV unless it was to do laundry or eat. Dale and Andrea were scouting, and Beth Greene he had just talked too. She was refreshing to talk to- the cruelness of the world somehow had missed her.

Amara was already awake, sitting on the steps outside, sharpening her axe with some grindstone. He saw her tilt her eyes slightly up at him. Not impending, but showing she was open to talk. He didn't meet her stare purposefully, staring into the water. It was awkward to talk to her, even look at her after the scavenging yesterday. It had been a new thing, but he was sure it would be gone after today.
But suddenly, knocking him out of his trance, small arms wrapped around his waist. He looked down behind him, only to see a small boy with freckles peering up at him.

"Look at you," Henry chuckled, fully turning and crouching down in front of him. Henry wiped the remainder of the water on his jacket and looked him up and down. "I see you're up and about already. Hershel give you the green light to run around?"

Carl's eyes had that same quiet pride that Henry remembered from before everything changed. The boy nodded. "Yeah. Hershel said I was doing well enough to get out of the house." He puffed his chest a little, then lowered his voice. "Dad said that you and Amara... well, you were out there fighting stuff? That's cool." He looked impressed.  "I can't wait to be like you when I grow up."