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chapter eight, rest in peace
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A FEW HOURS HAD GONE by since the passing of Liam Peletier. Rosalie's brother, Carol's son, Daryl and Rick's best friend.
Rosalie was lost. Alone. Scared. Words couldn't explain how she was feeling.
"C'mon," Daryl grunted, his eyes puffy from
the crying as he grabbed Rosie's hand, holding it gently as he pulled her along slowly.
Rick and Carol had buried Liam, Rosalie being too scared to see his lifeless body being lowered into the ground, having to say goodbye forever.
Rosie tightened the grip on Daryl's hand, wanting to break down and cry in his arms like she did earlier on in the day.
Daryl stroked her hand with his thumb, "It's gon' be okay." He muttered gently, whispering reassurance into her ears like he did before Liam died.
She didn't believe him. He told her Liam would be okay, now he was dead.
"I ain't gon' leave ya, an' I'll be by yer side the whole time." He whispered, gently squeezing Rosalie's hand as he continued to rub it reassuringly.
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FanfictionYou're too mean, I don't like you. Fuck you, anyway You make me wanna scream, at the top of my lungs. when a young, once innocent girl gets trapped in the whirlwind of an apocalypse, alone and afraid, and the one person who helps her is the last per...
