Mun is still giggly over the season 7 trailer. Carol not so much.

[notaafraidanymore]

I don't understand, I don't even know where in the hell I am and why? Tell me why are you doing this? Why in the hell do you KEEP doing this. No one ever stays around, we both keep losing people! Why couldn't you just let me go, let me be?

I wanted to die, I was ready for that. Why couldn't you just give that to me?

I don't want to be here....

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[dirtyredneck]

You didn't have to leave.

[notaafraidanymore]

Neither did you...

[dirtyredneck]

I didn't leave. I was plannin' on comin' back.

[notaafraidanymore]

Was...

[She mutters lowly before she glances away]

I had to leave, you don't understand.

[dirtyredneck]

No, I don't. So explain it to me.

[notaafraidanymore]

No matter what we do, there is always going you be someone who wants what we have. Our shelter, our food, medicine. It's always going to be a fight, us against them.

And I can't. I can't anymore...

[dirtyredneck]

You don't have to. You don't have to do that. The rest of us will. It's not on you if you don't want it to be.

[notaafraidanymore]

Yes I do...

[She glances down slightly before going silent for awhile]

That's how it's always been and it shouldn't have to be on anyone else. Not Rick, not Maggie, Michonne, you

[dirtyredneck]

It ain't on you.

[Daryl said it firmer this time. He reached out to touch her shoulder, then pull her into him. Voice going softer.]

It ain't. You don't gotta do this no more. We choose to, but we can choose not to. You can choose not to. Don't mean you gotta leave.

[notaafraidanymore]

[At first she's a bit startled by his soft pull, his warm embrace but she welcomes it greatly. Gently her smaller arms move to wrap around him, as if he's her last dying breath]

I don't know what else to do... [She whispers lowly]

It just won't go away.

[dirtyredneck]

[His hold tightened and he just held her there.]

It's okay. It'll be okay. Just gotta give it a little time to work it out. That's all.

[notaafraidanymore]

[She can feel her hands clutching to him slightly as she closes her eyes]

What if we never see each other again? What if he kills you.

[dirtyredneck]

[He knew she was closer to him than anyone else in the group, but the group was still her family.]

You live.

[notaafraidanymore]

[His answer was very much expected, typical Daryl Dixon but that didn't mean she wanted to hear it or it didn't hurt any less]

I don't want too...

[dirtyredneck]

[Her words broke his heart. Daryl didn't like suicide. He understood it if you were bit. Better to go out on your own terms than to rise up. But to give up before that? To just give up? That didn't sit right with him. Never had.

He squeezed her all the tighter.]

Don't say shit like that.

[notaafraidanymore]

I can't...

[She was being nothing but honest with him. Something she always was when it came to them. ]

It'll hurt too much. It already hurts enough.

[dirtyredneck]

It'll stop hurting. It has to.

[notaafraidanymore]

It's not, it hasn't. If anything it just gets worse. I can't stop thinking about it..