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You'll Die When We Kill You

Maybe, Maybe Not

Peyton

She's so small, she'd fit in a basket. She's got these cute red cheeks. She hasn't opened her eyes, but it's only been an hour. She has to have pretty eyes. She has to. "She has to what?" A voice behind my asks. I take my eyes off my sister and turn around, coming face to face with Carl. "Are you a mind reader?" I ask. He shakes his head, chuckling. "You were thinking out loud." He says. I giggle. "Oops." Is all that leaves my lips. He smiles and pecks my lips. He gets close, whispering in my ear about our prisoner. "What'do we do with him?" He asks so low I barely hear him. "We could feed him to the walkers." I suggest, barely hearing myself. "Michonne's still looking for him." He whispers, putting his hands on my waist. I put my hands on his shoulders. I pull back, look at him. "I know, but we'll be dead if they find him." I whisper. The silence descends on my cell. I can hear Cherish's soft coos as she lays in the handmade crib. Carl starts to sway back and forth, causing me to do so also. I put my forehead to his, closing my eyes. "We'll figure something out." I whisper. He nods slightly and holds me. He pulls me closer, kissing my cheek. I lay my head on his shoulder as he hums a soft tone in my ear. He lifts my head, passionately kissing me. His soft, warm lips mover with my pink ones. His hand moves up my back, making me want to be closer to him. I withdraw from the kiss and look at him. "I'm scared." I tell him. It's the truth. I'm scared of losing him. He holds me close, whispering in my ear that it'll be okay. "Why're you scared?" He asks, his voice gentle and sweet. "I've been having nightmares." I whisper, hiding my face in his shoulder. "About?" He asks. I look at him. "About me, losing you." I say, almost ready to cry. He wipes away my tears as they fall. "You'll never lose me." He whispers. It's silent, all but the voices outside the cell. I can hear the council talking about Cherish with Dr. S., saying she needs extra formula. I listen as Daryl offers to go on a run to find more. I look out there, and we slowly make our way out. Daryl looks over to me. "I'll be back." He tells me. I nod and look at Michonne, who's looking at me as if I know something. Maybe she knows about The Governor. She stands, walking away with Daryl. "I'll come." She says. Daryl nods and they leave. My eye lids start to get heavy. "Tired?" Carl whispers in my ear. I smile and turn, walking back into my cell. I lay on my bed and wrap the blanket around myself. Cherish's coos help fall asleep, almost like a lullaby.

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please update soon!!!

WeLoveDaryl WeLoveDaryl
12/22/13