𝐍𝐄𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 | daryl dixon

- 𝟎𝟔

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     ANDREA HAD been grieving all night. the men were starting to gather all the bodies together to burn them and bury them.

     although, she was refusing to give up her sister. people understood that she needed time to mourn the death of her late sister, however, it was time to part before she turned.

     to rosaline, seeing your loved one as one of the walkers was terrible - sometimes more than seeing them die. they just aren't themselves anymore.

     "andrea, i'm so sorry - she's gone. you have to let us... take her." lori urged nearing closer to the woman, "we all cared about her and i promise we will be as gentle as we can."

     silence.

     the blonde woman was not going to give over. especially in the state that she was in.

     sighing, rosaline turned towards shane and rick who watched from afar as rick's wife attempted to coax her to give the body over before she turned.

     nothing worked though and all her attempts were ignored, lori returned, walking over whilst shaking her head.

     at a distance, daryl was digging his pickaxe into the dead people's bodies in order to ensure that they were not going to come back while t-dog and glenn shoved them into the fire.

     their people were buried though - rightfully.

     this time, rhaegar was following daryl around. not that the marksman minded much. rosaline liked to think that daryl preferred his company over anyone else's.

     rosa's attention turned back to rick who walked over grunting, "she still won't move?"

     "she won't even talk to us." lori replied looking somewhat towards the ground, "she's been there all night. what do we do?"

     "we can't just leave amy like that." shane pointed out whilst sat on the ground, his arms resting on his knees as he stared forward, "we need to deal with it. same as the others."

     "i'll tell her how it is," rick said walking towards the girl.

     it's not like she can't hear you! rosaline thought, shaking her head.

     "andrea-" rick was cut off by the sound of her gun clicking off the safety and a barrel straight in his face.

     immediately, rick put his hands up defensively and started to back off knowing that she meant business. if anyone touched amy, they'd risk having their head blown off.

     "i know how this works." she muttered.

      slowly, the former sheriff backed away, "alright. okay. i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry." he repeated until he was out of sight from the woman and her gun was down.