Lost

Chapter 53/ Carl & Daryl

Carl's POV

We all went back to Alexandria. Daryl was a mess. I was still torn up about Jordan's death, but Olivia's death just really set me off. I promised Jordan I would take care of Olivia. I lied.... I can't believe I lied to her!

I went to my house and went up to my room, slamming the door. I threw myself on my bed and cried. I picked up Jordan's Polaroid and all of the pictures we took together. One of them was us hugging and we had funny faces.

I loved that picture. There was a few of us snuggling and a few of us kissing each other's cheeks. My favourite one out of all of them, is when we're kissing on the lips. We both looked so happy and my hand was caressing the other side of her cheek.

I could feel a tear drip out of my eye. I nimbly touched the white gauze around my eye. No one would ever love me now. I was just an ugly freak. I laid down with my picture of Jordan and fell asleep.

Daryl's POV

I sat staring at the wall of the bedroom. Jordan and Olivia looked so peaceful, like nothing could touch them.

I blinked slowly and touched Olivia's face. Those week when I thought she was dead killed me inside.

It was like Merle all over again.

I walked out of the room and down the stairs. I need to clear my head. I'm a fucking mess without her.

I opened the door and walked outside. I walked down the steps and bumped into Rick.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

He grabbed my shoulder and I turned around. "Daryl-." I cut him off right there.

"Don't Rick, don't say anything." I tried to walk away but he grabbed me once again.

"I know how you feel, she was with me-." I turned around and glared. "You weren't with her when she died! You left her for some bitch!"

Rage wrinkled in his eyes and he pushed me backwards.

"Don't talk about Je-." He cut himself off before he could say anything.

"Huh Jessie? Yeah her. Just shut up and mind yer own business."

I turned to walk away until Rick decked me.

Carl's POV

I heard shouting outside. I got up tiredly and looked out my window. I saw my dad and Daryl having a brawl. I quickly ran outside and ran up to them.

"Stop fighting!" I shout.

They don't listen. I grab my dad and try to pull him off. He keeps hitting Daryl. Daryl was now on top and I tried to yank him off. Daryl spun around and punched me. I fell to the ground and held my nose.

"How dare you hurt my boy!" Dad shouts at Daryl as he starts beating his face in.

"A little help would be nice!" I called for someone.

Michonne came up and knocked my dad out. She dragged him back to our house. Daryl looks at me, his face coated with blood and bruises. He spits out blood as he stands up and storms away.

I sighed. Humanity is screwed. We're all gone. Our lives are forever lost.

Daryl's POV

I walked back to the house and opened the door. Rick was a complete asshole sometimes.

I walked up to the bathroom and wiped off my blood. I tossed the cloth in the trash due to the blood cover in it.