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𝗶𝘃.𝗩𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀

Warning: Sexual Assault in some detail, abusive themes implied, mature language, a racist joke and one crazy Jim! 

❝𝐘𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥... 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐚, 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥...❞

"𝐂'𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐨." 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐞 told me, "Ya sure I ain't in ya way?" A younger me asked as he shook his head. "Nah of course not come sit down." He smiled as I didn't so he put his arm around me, "Now what we watching today that uh Cartoon crap?" Merle wondered as the sixteen year old me watched over my dream or thoughts. "Don't disrespect the cartoons daddy!" I snapped as he chuckled, "Careful little one." "Why?" I wondered.

"Because you did this to your uncle Merle." Daddy pointed out, his hand was gone and blood dropped down him, "But why did I call him dad? I-" I, now sixteen year old me speaking up, tried to say. "Look at this! Ma goddamn hands gone! Cause of ya daughter Daryl!" Merle yelled. "What's going on?" I asked. "You see darling the thing is... Either one of them is your daddy, I don't godamn know whose your dad. But whose the memory really with?" Momma asked me standing behind me.

"I- What are ya chattin'?" I frowned. "Well whose your real dad." She asked. "Aren't ya meant to know that!" I snapped. "Yeah ya slut!" Merle grumbled. "Hay! Not in front of Addi!" Daryl snapped then my brain remembered... The memory wasn't with Merle at all... It was with Daryl, he watched cartoons with me as Merle had gone off with a girl... He'd later bought me a coloring thing, I mean he stole it off some girl but still... Weird.

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𝐌𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 from my nights sleep, I always had nightmares they just changed a lot. After all daddy told me bout him and Merle and my momma loving them both really confused me. I knew Daryl was my true dad surely, and it ain't like Merle or Momma is here to answer. I was all alone in my little tent, the others weren't back yet. "Stupid fuckin' nightmares." I grumbled getting up and scanning my bag for some of the pills Merle and I had stolen.

"Where's the goddamn things? Merle gets a damn pharmacy but hides the damn stuff." I huffed still looking, he had a lot of STI medication and painkillers oh and of course a bit of meth here and there. I only used a few times and right before I got addicted the apocalypse hit. Suddenly footsteps came up behind me and I spun around punching it in the face.

"Oh christ Addison Jesus!" A voice that sounded familiar groaned, I shone a flashlight on it. "Shane? Crap!" I hissed helping him up, "What were ya doing?" I asked him looking down at my pajamas realizing I only had a shirt and some shorts on, "I could ask you the same question." He retorted. "I was lookin' for some sedatives; helps me sleep." I replied. "You tried looking for Hypnotics in there?" Shane advised as I did so grabbing the correct pills and taking two.