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I'll Keep You Alive If You Show Me The Way

Chapter 12: Jaded Eyes

"What do you think?" I asked, closing the book about a month later.


"S'alright? S'ALRIGHT!?" I frowned across at him. He shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm gonna slap you one day," I grumbled. I

sunk down so I was lying on my back. I shook my head frowning.

"Did y'go to college, Leigh?"

"No, too damn lazy. Did one semester, never showed up, dropped out and then became a waitress. Owed my dad a lot of money, still would be paying him back."

I felt him chuckle beside me. It was late morning sometime near the end of winter. Over the past month not much had happened. It had been peaceful and I was well rested. I hadn't had greasy hair since we had the well and windmill up and running. Of course we were careful not to overuse anything. But I made sure that I went on runs with Glenn or hunting with Daryl so I wouldn't be rusty or unfit. Days that I spent at the hotel I would sit with Lori, she was pretty big now, few months and she'll pop. Other times I improved the perimeter, getting supplies from runs. A few times walkers would push it down but we were able to deal with it. No herds were seen, the biggest we ever had was twenty, half of them got stuck in the fence. Everything was perfect. Well, as perfect as it could be. I read the book with Daryl as often as I could. S'alright?! I will slap him one day.

"S'alright," I grumbled in disgust.

I looked at him in time for him to see him roll his eyes. I knelt up on my bed, facing him.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, boy."

He smirked at me. I breathed a sigh and shook my head.

"What are we doing today?" I asked flopping back down on my back.

"Check the perimeter."

I sighed. "The perimeter is fine! I made it didn't I?"

"Should do somethin' today..."

"Daryl, we'll do stuff...things," I smirked.

Daryl chuckled softly. It was our inside joke about Rick. Whenever we asked what he was doing he didn't seem to know. He would often ask me for help, I would help of course. We usually just end up talking. Daryl rolled off the bed and stood up at the sound of knocking on my door. I sat up quickly and fixed my hair while telling the person to come in.

"There's survivors downstairs," T-Dog told us. I looked at him and then to Daryl, who nodded. Daryl looked to me as T-Dog left again.

"Ya think they'll be friendly?" I asked him.

I didn't want new people. I had just got used to my group. Daryl shrugged his shoulders and led me out of the room. We joined everyone inside the dining room. Well, Daryl did. Before I knew what was going on I was lying on my back on the hard wooden floor.

"YOU BITCH!" a voice screeched above me.

Weight lifted off my waist and shoulders. What the fuck just happened? I sat up, seeing Rick and Daryl pulling away a girl with brown hair.

"Sarah?" I asked in disbelief. She glared at me while yanking her arm out of Rick's grip.

"How lovely to see you," I said sarcastically.

What was up her ass? Daryl helped me to my feet. I looked around and saw her fiance, Tyler, staring at me in shock. Two other men stood in the room along with a small woman.

"I'm going to kill you," Sarah spat.

"Why? What did I do?"

"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID!" she screamed at me.

I raised my eyebrow, rolling my eyes. I tried to keep cool in front of my group. She went to take another swing at me but Daryl grabbed her wrist just in time.

"Hey! Hands off redneck!" Tyler snapped, marching over to Daryl and shoved him. Daryl shoved him back.

"Back off," he growled.

"Let's all just calm down!" Rick said, stepping between them.

I stared at my sister. Some say she looks like me. Her light brown hair was darkened with dirt and grease. She kind of towered over me but she was thinner. Her grey eyes were tired but full of rage. What was she angry about? Our mom? I looked at Tyler, who looked equally pissed. His grey eyes matched hers. His honey colored curls were cut short. His tanned figure, dressed in scruffy black t-shirt and ripped blue jeans, was slim built but had more muscle since I last saw him. I always envied Sarah because I had a crush on him ever since I had met 's eyes fell on mine. I saw them fill with tears.

"I thought you were dead," she mumbled.

I stood awkwardly beside Daryl, knowing everyone's attention was on us.

"Why did you leave us?"

"I had to, Sarah," I sighed.

"Mom... did you-?"


She nodded her head slowly and took a seat. Rick looked from me to her and back again. Tyler finally stepped back from Daryl. Everyone stood quietly, waiting for some one to speak.

"Where's dad?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

Sarah simply shook her head looking at the floor. I nodded. Both our parents were dead. I don't know why my father's death didn't affect me. Why didn't I crumple to the floor? Maybe part of me glad he didn't have to try put up with this shit. Sam trotted in. Sarah's face lit up.

"Sammy!" she grinned opening her arms.

I scoffed as she patted him. How come he didn't get tackled to the ground?

"How many are in your group?" I asked after glancing at Rick.

"There's fifteen of us, we got separated... We know where they are but we're exhausted,"one of the men spoke.

I looked over at him. He was a short, plump man in his 40's. His black hair was plastered to his forehead, he had an oval face and crooked glasses. He seemed to cower under my gaze.

"Shut it, Alfred," the man beside him snapped. He was the opposite of Alfred, tall, fair haired and well built.

"You can stay tonight, that's it... We don't have room for fifteen others," Rick said. Tyler nodded.

"Gonna go... kill something or... something," I mumbled leaving the dining room.


I sat up in a tree waiting for walkers. I heard a noise to my right, I jerked my head over. Daryl approached my tree with his crossbow slung over his shoulder.

"What do you want?" I grumbled. My eyes fell on Carl, I frowned.

"Are you going to leave us, Harleigh?" Carl asked looking up at me.

Daryl looked from him to me, squinted slightly.

"Why would I?"

"Well your sister isn't staying-"

"I'm staying, Carl."

He smiled.

"C'mere will ya?" Daryl said.

I sighed and dropped to the ground. Carl wrapped his thin arms around my waist. I took his hat off and ruffled his hair.

"C'mon your mom will be wondering where you are," I smiled.

The three of us made our way back to the hotel. Daryl took hold of my arm to slow me down.

"Are y'stayin'?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I am."

He nodded. "I mean, I'd-we'd understand. She's your sister."

I shrugged. "Lori, Maggie, Beth and Carol are like my sisters, my friends, Daryl. Sarah and I never truly gave a damn what the other did."

He looked at me oddly.

"I love her of course, but she's got this far without me. I'll screw it up for her. I always do."

He remained silent.

"I mean, would you leave for Merle?" I asked. I looked up at him.

"Yeah, I would. He's my brother."

"Oh," I whispered as we ducked under the barbed wire.

Carl had already reached Lori, who recited the whole 'don't wander off without telling me again' speech. We walked over to them. Lori smiled slightly at me.

"I'm stayin',"I said, looking her in the eye.

I had made a promise to her, a promise I didn't owe to her, but I always keep my promises. She sighed with relief and pulled me in to hug her. I hugged her back carefully, I was always scared I'd hurt the baby. As we walked away again Daryl caught my wrist.

"Y'don't owe Lori nothin'."

"I know. But I promised. Anyways I won't have to keep it, she's gonna be fine. Hershel's here."

"Can y'promise me somethin'?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

"If ya leave-"

"I'm not g-"

"Shuddup an' listen. If ya leave, promise y'will visit?"

We had stopped walking now and were facing each other. He still held my wrist. I smiled up at him.

"What an easy promise, Daryl, seein' as I ain't leavin'!" I pushed his shoulder gently. "Why don'tcha believe me?"

His eyes traced my face for a moment.

"She's your sister," he said firmly. I rolled my eyes and walked away from him.

"Do you want me to leave Daryl?" I asked him, walking towards the hotel door.

"Course not!" he caught up with me, this time his hand clasped onto mine. "Do whatever the hell ya wan' don't let Lori stop you, or Rick. Y'wanna go, go."

"I don't," I said for what felt like the millionth time. He frowned at me.

"What the hell is here for you? Sarah's your family."

"I don't have a family," I spat at him, he was pissing me off now. "You guys are the closest thing to a family I've ever had."

Tears pricked my eyes at the taught of ever leaving Rick's group. I wouldn't leave, not for one person, not even my sister. I turned away again and strolled into the hotel. I passed Sarah and Tyler who were still sitting in the dining room as I made my way down to the kitchen. I ignored them calling after me as I swung the door open. Carol was there washing clothes. She smiled at me. I grabbed an apple and I sat up on the counter, watching her. I put the apple to my lips, dazing out.


The next morning I woke up to something wet on my face. I frowned.

"Ew, Sam! Gross!" I groaned pushing him away from me. I heard a familiar chuckle.

"Daryl you ass," I muttered turning away from the door where he was standing.

"Y'gonna come outta this room today?" he asked.

Yesterday, I had shut myself in. I didn't talk to anyone all day and I didn't come down for dinner. I nodded, sitting up.

"You woke me up to ask me that?"

"Yeah," he smirked shutting the door and folding his arms. I ran a hand down my face.

"Good thing I'm not leaving, I'd miss you too much," I jeered. He grunted in response. I rolled my eyes and swung my legs out of the bed.

"Bite Daryl's ass," I said to Sam.

He wagged his tail. That's all he ever did. I could call him any name under the sun and he would wag his tail. I changed in the bathroom while Daryl happily patted Sam. I came out a chucked my clothes into one of the bags.

"Ya packed y'bags, Harleigh," he whispered, suddenly behind me.

Ignoring the shivers dripping down my spine, I rolled my eyes. I pushed him away roughly.

"My bags are always packed Daryl," I said turning to face him. "I don't know if you know this but monsters are still walking around outside."

"O'course I know! Out there killin' em ev'ryday ain't I?!" he snapped. "Unlike you, sittin' 'round like a little princess!"

"Fuck you," I spat. "I'm the one who fucking found this place!"

"So ya think y'can just sit on y'ass all damn day then?!"

"I DO NOT SIT ON MY ASS! I set up that damn perimeter, I go hunting with you, help Glenn and Rick! AND the girls. You don't know what you're fucking talking about!"

He glared at me. I stared back, anger boiling inside me. I hated when we fought, it was rare but it did happen. ost of the tie we'd fight because we were bored.

"Y'know," I whispered, venomously."Since I obviously do fuck all, maybe I should leave"

I pushed past him and left him standing in my room. I heard him kick something, but didn't bother to go back and see what he had broken. Sam was at my heels as I made my way downstairs. I went outside and stomped my way to the woods, my bow slung on my back. I walked for an hour taking out walkers as I stumbled through the woods. I slumped against a tree, running a hand through my hair. How could he think I sat around doing nothing? I did more than he did, all he could do was run around catching rodents.

I huffed my fringe out of my eyes. I stood back up, amazing how killing things can calm a person down. I looked around. God damn where the hell am I? I looked down at Sam who waited patiently by my side. What if I didn't go back? I rolled my eyes at myself, of course I had to go back. I looked around and noticed the path my aimless stumbling had made. Daryl was right, I was like a tornado. I followed the path back. Naturally, I began to panic, all the trees looked the same. Why did I do this? Wasn't I the girl that got lost in the woods for what, a month before the group crossed my path? I guess I did owe them, I would have died of starvation. I wanted to stay, but part of me wanted to be with my sister. We had gotten a second chance. We could restart. What if she left without me and I worried about her everyday? Since I half thought she was dead I didn't think about it much but now... I finally stumbled out of the trees and into the hotel grounds.

"HARLEIGH!" Rick called.

I looked up from the ground to see him jogging towards me followed by Daryl and Hershel . I sighed angrily. Can't they just leave me alone?

"Where did you go?" he asked.

"Walkin'," I mumbled striding past them in hope of getting away. But Daryl and Rick had long legs and obviously didn't get the memo.

"For two hours?" Rick pushed.

"Yeah, for two hours, is that a problem?" I spat.

He caught my arm and turned me to face him, his stunning blue eyes searching mine.

"Are you alright?"

"I will be once you stop asking me questions. Back off," I muttered, pulling away towards the hotel.

I turned my head slightly to see if they were still following. Daryl held an arm out to stop Rick from following me. I rolled my eyes and looked ahead. I entered the dining room. Sarah stood up, her eyes focused on me. Tyler, Alfred, the fair-haired man and the small woman sat in the room too.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," Sarah whispered, casting her eyes to the floor. I nodded silently.

"The uh... m-military... they got dad," she mumbled, her lip quivering. "They just shot at anyone they saw. He hid us... Tyler and I"

I nodded again. Her group looked at us in silence.

"Are you going to speak to me?" she asked, quietly.

"I dunno, Sarah. I've nothin' to say."

She gave me a small smile. My eyes searched hers for a second, frowning I left the room to go downstairs to the kitchen. Lori was sitting talking to Carl. They looked up at me and smiled.

"What are you guys talking about?" I asked.

"Oh just, family stuff," Lori said.

I got the message and nodded as T-Dog came into the kitchen.

"Ugh, Harleigh your sister's leaving."

Lori, Carl and I followed him out and back up the stairs.

"Well, I hope you find your group," Rick was saying.

Both of the groups stood in the dining room. I leaned up against the white door frame, folding my arms. Sarah turned to me.

"Ready?" she smiled. I gawked at her.


"You... Y-you are coming right?" she said, with a nervous laugh.

"Of course she is," Tyler said to her, then turned to me. "Right, Harleigh? We're the only family you have left."

He was smiling. I hated it, I wanted to punch him.

"I'm staying," I said firmly. Tyler scowled.

"No, you're coming. Pack your bags we're leaving."

I raised my eyebrow at him. Was he telling me what to do?

"Guys, don't start arguing now," Sarah sighed. She then placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Harleigh, I'm sorry I was a bitch to you. But if you don't come you'll regret it. I need you," she pleaded.

I glanced around at my group. Everyone was waiting for my reply. Except Daryl, who was very interested in the pattern in the wooden floor. I sighed and looked at Rick. I rubbed the back of my neck as he looked back at me patiently. How the hell could I choose right now? Half me screamed stay, the other yelled go.


Dun dun duuun what do you guys think Harleigh will do? it's obvious.
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