I distance myself every day from the group ever since Carl died. He was my little brother and I didn't save him.

...

The morning sun shined through the blinds as Daryl got up for his morning hunt. He kissed my forehead and I smiled.

"Come with me?" asked Daryl

I shook my head, "I can't."

"But why huh? You're going to hurt yourself if you don't get out of this place!" said Daryl

"Babe I can't! Everything reminds me of h-him. I just c-can't"
He sighed and walked out of the room, leaving me with the most dangerous thing, my brain.

Hours passed by and I was in the bathroom with the gun pointing to my head. I was ready to end my life. Nothing was important to me.

Suddenly the door opened and it was Daryl.

"(y/n), put the gun down. Please," said Daryl

"No, no. I can't live anymore, Daryl. I couldn't save him."

"You wouldn't have known. Judith needs you. I need you." said Daryl grabbing the gun from me.

"I don't want to think about my family. That's why I distant myself because I know you guys are going to leave me."

"It's going to happen we can't stop that. But you can be with us while you still can baby. I know this ain't the prettiest life but it's what we got a'ight? So please be with us." said Daryl kissing my lips.

I kissed back and I cupped his face, "Thank you, Daryl."