*Skylar's POV*

I was sitting alone by the fence in the high grass and pulled my knees to my chest and cried. My best friend in the whole world the one who knew me inside and out was dead. Just ripped out of my life like everyone else. I had been the last one standing.  When Andy went missing and Kaiden died right in front of me. Come to think of it everyone who I loved died in front of me. I wanted out of this world so bad. I'm done I can keep watching people die.  I fumbled with my knife in my hands.  My fingers curled around the handle and I was prepared to drive it into my stomach.  I thought to myself I'm so sorry.

"Give it to me now" came a rough southern voice.

I looked back and seen Daryl standing over me. Sighing I admitted defeat and looked away handing him my knife over my shoulder. Pulling my knees to my chest I just layed my head on them.

"Please leave me alone"

"Baby we need to talk," Daryl told me squatting down so his face was at level with mine.

Those blue eyes just looked through me to my very core.

"Nothing to talk about" I said softly and I looked away.

"Sky I just walked up on you about to kill yourself,  you slit your wrists. And now you're friend just died" he explained.

"So"

My bottom lip started to quiver and I quickly stood up walking away. I heard Daryl's crossbow shuffle which is how I knew he followed me.

"Skylar I know your upset but-"

"No!" I turned and walked closer. "I was upset when my brother missed my 10th birthday. I was upset when I broke my glasses. Now I'm furious Daryl!"

He took a deep breath and I could tell he was trying not to blow up.

"Darlin' you just don't get-"

"NO YOU DON'T GET IT EVERYONE IN MY FAMILY IS DEAD!" I screamed more tears flowing.

Everyone who ever gave a shit about me, gone!

"Skylar"

Daryl reached for me and I hit his hand away. That's when he grabbed me I tried to hit him away but he didn't let go. I hugged him back and just cried. 

"I'm here for you Skylar. Baby I love you, you'll get through this. Everyone is here for you and Carol" he stroked my hair.

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*Rick's POV*

After the services I seen Skylar still sitting in the front of her friends grave. She had been sitting there for almost two hours. Her and Carol were obviously hurting and I don't blame them.

'She's still there hasn't moved" TDog told me.

I looked at her again and he was right she hadn't.

"She's probably pissed"

I would be too.

"Most likely just talk to her" TDog said.

Everyone was doing daily chores and I figured before I got pulled away I should speak to her. In a way I seen her as my daughter. I walked over,

"Skylar"

Instantly she pulled her gun on me her eyes held anger. I held out my hands.

"You should back away from me right now, if you know what's good for you."

Her voice was a tone I had never heard her use before so I know she meant  business.

"Okay" I moved away leaving her where she was.

Everyone at camp stared at me shocked.

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Uh ok Skylar is pissed and grieving.  Hopefully she'll come around.
Enjoy :)