Juniper has a dark past, one which has left her torn and broken, not that she'd ever let anyone know that.
Now just when she thought her life was at it's darkest point the damn zombie apocalypse happens. Giving her another chance at humanity.
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Holly Shit, Did We Really Just Cut Off His Leg _______________________________
Juniper
Pausing at the first cell on the right, I take a deep breath, attempting to calm myself as I enter my old cell. It was messy, bed sheets torn, strewn all over the floor. Small splatters of blood covering the walls. Checking the wall next to the bunk I found it. My name crudely carved into the cracking white paint on the brick. Just standing in the small cell made me feel trapped. Quickly leaving I heard Beth ask the question I dreaded.
"We sleep in the cells?"
"I found keys on some guards. Daryl has a set, too." Rick told her, I wasn't really sure how it answered her question though.
"I ain't sleeping in no cage." Daryl grumbled from across the catwalk.
"I'll take the perch."
"I call the perch!"
I frantically yelled at the same time he said it, the idea of going back in one of those cells freaking me out. My eyes immediately snapped to him. A few people below chuckling.
"I'm not going back in one of those." I hissed narrowing my eyes at him.
"I ain't sleeping in a cage." He scowled, approaching me.
"Why are you fighting about it?" Glenn asked from below. "Just both sleep there." You could practically hear him roll his eyes. "You shared a damn sleeping bag all winter." He grumbled softly, just loud enough for the both of us to hear him and blush.
"Fine." I muttered heading towards a cell to grab one of the thin mattresses, pausing at the cell door again.
"Here." Daryl reached in pulling one off the top bunk and handing it to me, my cheeks tinging red once again from the embarrassment of needing him to grab it for me because I couldn't walk into the fucking cell. Dragging the mattress to the perch I pushed it up against the wall. Walking down stairs to grab my bag I saw Maggie and Glenn, he'd started checking her for scratches, the sweet, simple gesture making me smile.
Heading back up I saw Daryl had dropped his mattress on the other side of the perch from mine. A small pang of hurt and guilt filling my heart. I'm so stupid. The reason I'd gotten mad at him was so stupid.
"Come here." I whispered, sitting down on my mattress. He watched me for a few minutes, not making a move to come closer.
"You gonna tell me what your so pissy about?" He finally asked.
"It's dumb." I whispered pulling my knees to my chest, resting my forehead on my kneecaps so I wouldn't have to look at him.
