chapter twenty one: because you mean it
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Lin wasn't sure how much time passed as she stood in his embrace. It could have been minutes or it could have been hours for all she cared. She could feel Daryl's heartbeat through his dirty shirt.

"What happened?" Daryl asked, pulling back, his arms slipping from around her. She missed them as soon as they were gone but she knew not to push Daryl, to let him decide what contact was okay. While his arms no longer held her, he had a hand on her shoulder. He just wanted to keep touching her, keep making sure she was really there and he wasn't just hallucinating her like he had at that river bank.

"I went after Rick and Carl after they set the barn on fire. Jimmy drove the rv over but it was overrun in seconds. I couldn't let them get in caught in that. I told Hershel where I was going and I just went. I made it to the rv but I couldn't find them. They'd gone out into the woods trying to get back to the house. I thought I was following them for a while but I was tracking two walkers. I didn't know until it was too late. Everyone was gone and I was out in the woods." She shrugged, the fear of thinking that she was completely alone returning. That's why Daryl kept his hand on her shoulder. He wasn't great at comfort but he was willing to try his best for her. She'd been out there alone and scared out of her mind. He could spare a tiny bit of humility for her.

He looked past her to the room she'd been hiding in. "Ya got anything with ya?" She didn't. Everything was back on the farm. She shook her head.

"I only have what you see." That meant her rifle, her bow and arrows and her knife, the watch on her wrist. The spare jeans in her tent, all her shirts, all Dale's clothes. He nodded, hating the broken look on her face. She then reached behind her to the back waistband of her jeans. He watched her pull a gun from there, a handgun. "I have this too." She turned it over and he saw that it was Shane's piece. "I edged around the farm and stubbed my toe on it. Shane must have hid it coming back."

"Everyone's at the highway," he jerked his head in the general direction he'd come from. "Lori's worried sick."

Lin's eyes widened visibly. "Oh god, Lori. Is everyone okay?" Daryl nodded again though he knew that not everyone had made it out of the carnage the night before. Patricia, Jimmy they knew were dead. Shane was accounted for too. Andrea wasn't and even though T Dog had seen her go down, that wasn't a guarantee she was dead. "We should get back."

Daryl just nodded again. He turned to the stairs but then stopped, the sudden motion making Lin think something was wrong. She set her hand on her knife, ready for a fight that wasn't going to happen. Daryl looked back at Lin, his expression tight and unreadable. Lin was about to ask him what was wrong when he wordlessly held his hand out to her. Lin took it with both of hers, the contact grounding her as they moved out of the house, through the woods and to the highway.

Daryl was silent the entire time but every so often, maybe every dozen steps or so, his hand would tighten around hers and he'd glance back over his shoulder at her. Maybe he was just checking to make sure she was real. It made her smile a little just as much as it made her chest ache. There had to be a moment that he thought she was dead. There was one where she thought he was and she'd hated it.

The highway was right in sight now, the nervous overlapping voices of the group just loud enough to hear as they reached the shoulder of the road. Carl was the first to see her, yanking himself out of his mother's arms. Lin stumbled over the guard rail, falling down onto her knees as Carl hugged her. Lin realized as she smoothed a hand down his hair that he was crying, big fat tears streaking down his cheeks and onto her dirty shirt.

"It's okay, kiddo." She mumbled, the salt water building up in her eyes as Lori ran over too. As Lin looked around the group, the survivors, each familiar face pulled another sappy sob from her lips. Rick took Daryl's hand again, a silent gesture of gratitude because he'd brought his sister-in-law back. Lori reached around her son to hug Lin close. "I swear that I don't do this on purpose." Lori could only barely laugh at what her sister said, the fear of having lost her overriding any humor she would have appreciated.

It made Daryl laugh though, or rather snort. Yeah he'd been worried but that was still a little funny.

Lori let her sister go, standing to compose herself. Carl did the same except far slower, taking more time to hug his aunt. Lin smoothed both sides of his hair down and kissed his forehead as he stood. There were faces missing from the group, quite a few.

"Is this everyone that made it out?" Rick nodded and it made Lin's throat dry. They'd lost so many. "Andrea?"

"She saved me, then I lost her," Carol pitched in.

"We saw her go down," T-Dog was leaned over a car door. Patricia was bit right in front of Beth, holding her hand. Jimmy was in the rv when it was overrun. Lin knew that much. And the loss of everything that reminded her of Dale, save the watch and the dirty shirt, still stung.

"You definitely saw Andrea?" Carol asked. It was another missing person situation. They didn't have a clear answer. If she went down and wasn't bit then she was still out there and Daryl had proved once that being separated from the group didn't mean shit. He'd brought Lin back without batting an eye.

"I'll go back again," he reached for the handlebars of his bike but Rick stopped him.

"We can't just leave her," Lin instantly disagreed with Rick.

"We don't even know if she's there." Lin hated to be the devil's advocate but that was rick coming from Lori. Lin had no idea if they truly knew that she was even still out there or if Daryl went on a wing and a prayer.

"You didn't know if I was out there," Lin reminded them. Daryl's eyes snapped to her.

"We did know," he nodded. He knew she wouldn't be dumb enough to get herself killed like that.

"She isn't there," Rick said. "She isn't. She's somewhere else or she'd dead. There's no way to find her." Lin didn't want to think about leaving Andrea out in the woods, not after what she'd seen.

"So we're not even gonna look for her?" Glenn asked in shock. They were leaving one of their own behind.

"We gotta keep moving. There have been walkers crawling all over here." Rick was making the hard choices even though he knew that not everyone would agree with him. Lin tucked her hand between her bow string and her chest.

"I say head East," T-Dog suggested. He'd tried to convince Lori to do the same. That was before he knew that any members of the group were still alive. He'd thought that no one had made it, that it was worst case scenario and it was just him, Lori and Beth left. They couldn't get comfortable enough to think that everyone made it. Comfortable meant danger and danger meant death.

"Stay off the main roads." Daryl moved over to his bike, bent down to where he'd latched his crossbow on the back. "The bigger the road, the more walkers, more assholes like this one. I got him." Daryl brought his bow up and took down the one walker stumbling their way down the highway. He took the sweater wearing biter down with one arrow.

The plan was decided. Head East, stay off the big roads. Everyone began to pile back into the two cars they did have. Carl took Lin's hand, dragging her to the red stationwagon to sit with him and Lori. She followed him all the way up to the door until she spotted Carol standing beside Daryl's bike, waiting for him to retrieve his arrow. She'd said that Andrea had saved her so she was no doubt a little shook up from it. She imagined that Carol wanted as much space between her and the outside as possible.

"I'm gonna let Carol ride with you guys, give her a break from the bike for a while." She left the side of the car before Carl or Lori could argue, walking over to Carol and setting a hand on her shoulder.

"I can ride with Daryl, let you take my spot in the car." She nodded back to the car where the door sat open and waiting.

"I can handle Daryl, you know," Carol defended herself to which Lin just smile.

"I know you can; that's not why I'm offering." Carol fell silent. She didn't want to take Lin's spot when she'd been out there on her own for the whole night. She deserved the enclosed space, the opportunity to rest.

"You should take it to rest," Carol tried to decline but Lin wouldn't let her.

"I'll be okay, Carol, really. Go sit with Lori and get some rest yourself. I think everyone's still a little shook up." She smiled gently at the woman and nodded again in the direction of the car to convince her. It seemed to work because Carol took a step away from the bike. Daryl had gotten his arrow back and was in the process of walking back over to the bike. All the cars were loaded up and were just waiting on them. Carol nodded shyly in Daryl's direction then stopped in place. She turned back to Lin and pulled her into a hug. It was unexpected to say the least but not at all unwelcome.

"It's good to have you back," Carol mumbled to Lin, her voice low to be heard only by her. "He was worried." She pulled back and nodded, giving her that little Carol smile that she did, all motherly comfort. "And he knew exactly where to find you." Lin knew that he would. Daryl pushed his arrow back into the notch on his crossbow, fitting back onto the back of his bike.

"I ain't got room for three," he hinted, looking between the two. Carol squeezed Lin's arms then let go. She checked the street around her, searching for any stragglers that they might have missed. There were none, which was a much appreciated moment of peace. "Ya both switchin' duty or somethin'?" Daryl asked Lin, settling a leg over his bike. Lin shook her head and followed suit as he waited on her.

She sat as far back on the seat as she could get. "I told her she could take my spot. She needs the rest."

Daryl eyed her from over his shoulder. She should have been the one in the car because she'd been out on her own for the whole damn night. She looked like hell and probably felt like it too, judging by those massive bags under her eyes. He just huffed a little under his breath and then kicked the bike started. The sudden weight change and roar of the engine sent Lin forward on the seat so her chest molded up right against his back. It wasn't like it was the most uncomfortable place to be but she didn't know if he wanted her there.

"Ya ever been on a bike before?" He revved the engine and the bike began to move across the pavement to the median. Lin shook her head for him to see, leaning back to grip at the back of the bike so she didn't fall off when he gunned the engine later. In the little turn of his head he used to nod at the other cars, he saw the awkward angle she was sitting at. She wasn't going to be able to hold on when they started to move faster if she sat like that. He understood why when he thought about it, but he thought it was because she didn't want to touch him, not because she didn't want to cross a boundary of his. "Sunshine, you're gonna have to hold on."

"I am," Lin flexed her arms to show him to which he had to stifle the smallest of laughs. She was gonna fall straight on her back if she did that and it would have been quite the laugh too but they didn't have time for that, nor the energy really. He turned the bike to follow behind the red car and blindly reached behind him for her arm. He snagged the material of Dale's shirt with his middle finger and pulled hard, bringing her arm around his chest. He set his hand over hers in the lapel of his vest and tightened them around the zipper to get her to hold there.

"Were gonna fall off sittin' like that. I ain't gonna bite." He began to shout a little bit over the bike as he gained speed. Lin smiled against the material of his vest, the off-white wings against her cheek, and brought her other arm around the archer, linking her hands together. With her front against his back, she could feel each breath he took, the steady rise and fall, inhale and exhale. She had to tell herself not to fall asleep right there but with the white noise of the road beneath her and the wind around her, it was proving to be more and more difficult.

Rick honked to stop the group quite a while later. Lin didn't really know how much time passed because she'd been on the cusp of sleep since they turned off the highway. Every so often, Daryl had it down the science of every turn off street and every mile marker, he'd pull his hand away from the handlebars and check her grip, tightening her grip for her if he needed to.

He slowed the bike down and Lin perked up behind him, her hands slipping away from his torso to push at her wind swept hair. The cars stopped behind them, everyone piling out to stretch their legs. Lin waited a moment to let herself wake up, still sitting on the back of the bike with her feet propped on either side. Daryl stood to keep it steady, his left hand down by his side and very close to her knee.

"You out?" He asked Rick who jogged up to be at the front of the caravan.

"Running on fumes."

"We can't stay here," Maggie told them. She was right. It was too exposed, too easy for anyone or anything to sneak up on them. They had to find shelter of any kind.

"We can't all fit in one car," Glenn shot down the option of everyone sleeping in the cars.

"We'll have to make a run for some gas in the morning," Rick tried to plan ahead. Daryl patted the side of Lin's knee, swinging his leg over the bike to climb off without kicking her. She looked up at him and sent him a sleepy smile. She had a line across her cheek from the messy stitching of his wing but he didn't tell her.

"Spend the night here?" Carol asked a little confused. Lin looked back at her, noticing with relief that she looked a little better than she did on the highway.

"I'm freezing," Carl complained. His zip-up sweater wasn't doing much to fight off the Georgia weather. Lin reached up to the collar of her button up to pull it off but Rick did one better. He gave his thick coat to his son without a second thought.

"We'll build a fire, yeah?" Lori rubbed her son's shoulders to try to warm him up.

"You got out lookin' for firewood, stay close," Daryl requested of the group. "Only got so many arrows. How you doin' on ammo?" He looked past Lin to Rick.

"Not enough." Lin shivered at the wind that blew past. Now that she was still, it was so much colder than it was on the bike so she began to button up her shirt, leaving the collar button undone. She wished she'd snagged her jacket from the farm.

"We can't just sit here with our asses hanging out," Maggie continued, worries for the safety of everyone.

"Watch your mouth," Hershel warned, prompting Lin to turn her head away to hide her smile from the older man. It was an old habit that no doubt was going to die hard. "Everyone stop panicking and listen to Rick."

Rick took his as his go to speak. Lin stood up off Daryl's bike, bringing her rifle up from around her shoulders.

"Alright. We'll set up a perimeter. In the morning, we'll find gas and some supplies. We'll keep pushing on." It was a plan but it wasn't a solid one, not yet.

"Glenn and I can go make a run now, try and scrounge up some gas," Maggie volunteered but Rick shot the offer down. They couldn't separate again.

"No, we stay together. God forbid something happens and people get stranded without a car."

Lin looked down at her feet, down the barrel and scope of the rifle.

"Rick, we're stranded now." Glenn stepped forward a little bit as he spoke. They were. They had one car and the bike which wasn't nearly enough to get everyone to keep going. There wasn't any immediate shelter which meant trekking through the woods until they found something.

"I know it looks bad, we've all been through hell and worse, but at least we found each other." Rick began to sound like a leader but he still sounded so tired. Lin looked up from her feet to Lori and Carl. She'd been so scared. "I wasn't sure. I really wasn't but we did. We're together. We keep it that way."

Carl was shivering even more now, visibly frightened and cold. Lin swung her rifle back up on her shoulder, rounding the bike and hurrying over to him. She wasn't sure if she could do any more than Lori at this point but she still wanted to try. She stood at Lori's side, sandwiching the kid between them.

"We'll find shelter somewhere. There's gotta be a place." Rick sounded desperate, his voice low and all from the throat, the kind of voice where it sounded like he was going to burst into tears. No one said anything for a beat.

"Rick, look around. Okay?" Glenn was asking Rick to come to his senses. "There's walkers everywhere. They're migrating or something." Glenn wasn't wrong. How did a herd that big, that many, just walk up to the farm? How did it go unnoticed for that long?

"There's gotta be a place not just where we hole up. But that we fortify," Rick gestured with the handgun in his palm. "Hunker down, pull ourselves together, build a life for each other. I know it's out there. We just have to find it."

Something in the way Rick was speaking put Lin on edge. She knew he wanted the best, she really did. But the way he was talking, the way he couldn't see that they were stranded now, something wasn't right.

"Even if we do find a place and we think it's safe, we can never be sure. For how long? Look what happened with the farm. We fooled ourselves into thinking that that was safe." Maggie brought up all the good points, the concerns they had to have to survive. They couldn't let their guard down, not even for a moment.

"We won't make that mistake again," Hershel all but promised. It was his farm after all. He'd lost the most out of everyone. Rick paused, the words hitting him a little. But how much could he do without supplies? Without the guarantee that anyone who went out looking would come back in one piece? The answer was nothing, so he did what he thought was best.

He pointed over at the stone walls on the side of the road, the remains of an old house or something. "We'll make camp tonight over there, get on the road at the break of day." The stone structure didn't look to be much. It wasn't four walls and roof but it had an ounce of potential. Build a fire, set up a perimeter, keep watches. Just make it through one night.

"Does this feel right to you?" Carol asked Daryl. Everyone had their concerns and as more problems arose, more doubts began to as well.

"What if walkers come through, or another group like Randall's?" Beth asked Rick, unafraid to hold back her fear at the situation.

Daryl cut in before Rick could say anything. "You know I found Randall, right? He had turned but he wasn't bit." Everyone except Rick had already heard this. The sheriff looked away.

"How's that possible?" Beth stammered.

"Rick, what the hell happened?" Lori wanted the truth.

"Shane killed Randall," Daryl answered with what he thought happened. It was the only logical answer, the only one that all the clues pointed towards. "Just like he always wanted to."

"And then the herd got him?" Lori finished. Lin knew where this was going. She knew the moment Lori opened her mouth. Why she couldn't just let Shane go she didn't understand. You couldn't chose who you loved yes, but you sure as hell could chose who to spend your energy worrying about and being around and Shane was definitely not the right choice for that.

Rick didn't say what happened to Shane and to some members of the group, the smarter ones who could catch a hint that was laid down, he didn't need to. He instead said something else, something that rattled everyone to complete silence and stillness.

"We're all infected."

Lin felt the color, the blood, drain out of her cheeks. They all had that disease, that rotting and festering thing that turned people into monsters inside them.

"What?" Daryl wanted, needed Rick to clarify what exactly he meant.

"At the CDC, Jenner told me. Whatever it is, we all carry it." Rick's voice went out to a little more than a whisper. Daryl turned, stepped a little bit away from the group as he processed just what Rick had said. Lin's brain went fucking haywire because they all had it. How could this happen? How could every living person all suddenly have the thing that turned people into the walking dead?

Carol walked up the length of the bike, up to Rick. "And you never said anything?"

"Would it have made a difference?"

Yes it would have. Lin let Lori take Carl, bringing her cold hands up to tuck under her arms.

"You knew this whole time?" Glenn reiterated.

"How could I have known for sure? You saw how crazy that mo-" Whatever filthy word Rick would have called Jenner got cut off by Glenn.

"That isn't your call. Okay, when I found out about the walkers in the barn, I told, for the good of everyone." Glenn did tell an even thought it had been a little bit of time and Dale had figured it out first, he'd still told. Lin wanted to know how it happened. Was it the whole world?

"Well, I thought it best that people didn't know," Rick retorted. It rendered Glenn speechless and just about the rest of the group as well. With nothing more to say, Rick turned and walked away from the group, finding himself at the edge of a lake. He could feel the group beginning to turn on him. They didn't trust him because he'd kept something like that from them. It was for the safety of everyone, with their better interest in mind. That's at least what he kept telling himself as he stood alone.

Lori left Carl beside Lin in favor of following Rick. Daryl pulled the string of his crossbow back, loading an arrow into it. They needed firewood, food if they got lucky. He could look for that, get started on the fire. He looked over at Lin, a silent invitation if she had the energy. She dipped her head, a nod in his direction. She brushed his hair back and told him to stay with Hershel.

"But where are you going?" Carl caught Lin's hand as she walked away.

"I was going to help Daryl find firewood."

"But dad just said we can't split up," Carl shook his head wildly.

"We aren't. Just follow Hershel okay? Your parents will be back soon and we'll have a fire going." Carl really didn't want to let her go. He was getting smarter and he could tell what was happening when everyone thought he didn't. He let Lin go, only because the group began to make their way over to where Rick had said they would make shelter. It was halfway because many of them were tired, cold, and just weary to put their head down somewhere. The other half of the reason was because they truly didn't have anywhere else to go. Rick had set a plan and while each of them were still very mad that he'd kept such pressing information from him, no one else really had a plan of action.

Daryl began to toe at some of the wood surrounding the trees, checking how dry each twig was. Lin took a different approach, breaking the limbs that were low enough for her to reach and thin enough for her to snap right off. She had a few twigs in one hand, preparing to break another when Daryl grunted. She looked his way and judging by how he was already looking at her, it was to get her attention.

"How?" His voice was tight, strained like he had something lodged right in his throat. "How are we all infected?"

Lin didn't know why he was asking her. She knew as much as him. "I don't know." She looked down at her own hands and could imagine that disgusting thing running in her veins. "If everyone has it it has to be airborne or in the water or fuck," she sighed. "I don't know what it is, Daryl and it scares the shit outta me." He watched her reaction for any kind of tick, any indication that she was lying to him. And he saw none. Jenner told her nothing, she knew as much as everyone else. So he left that topic alone.

She broke off the branch she was looking at, adding it to her pile that she set down. The group was just about settled in the little ruins, just waiting on a fire. Lin scooped her pile up and set it down in the center of the ruins. She gathered a few of the dry leaves for kindling and patted at her pocket for anything she could use to light it. Daryl crouched down beside her, holding a leaf above a lit zippo lighter. She should have known he'd have one. He had everything.

"Thank you," she told him as he set the leaf down and the twigs began to catch as well. He set the rest of the wood down beside the fire, the rest taking the hint that it was to be added when the fire got too low. Carl sidled up right next to the fire, letting it warm him underneath his hoodie and Rick's jacket. Daryl tugged on the elbow of Lin's shirt and stood with her following. They went back out to get firewood but she sensed that wasn't the only reason he wanted her out there.

This time when he wanted to start conversation he just started talking to her rather than making some noise to get her attention. There was a lot he wanted to ask her. He knew how she'd gotten out to the forest, that she'd stayed in the house all night just waiting for him to find her. He knew that she must have thought something bad was going to happen because she'd kissed him like she was never going to see him again. He didn't know how to start with that.

Lin snapped a branch in two on her knee, realizing then that Daryl had just been standing there, not saying or doing anything. "Are you alright?"

Daryl looked at her again, from head to toe. She looked tired, like a mess, but she was alive. "On the farm, before shit hit the fan," his voice faded out, the question dying on his tongue.

"I know," Lin looked down at her feet, carefully picking each word she wanted to say to him. "I had a feeling something was going to go wrong and I knew that if we got separated and one of us got hurt," she shook her head at the thought. "I wanted to do that at least once." She reached for another branch. "It doesn't have to be a thing if you don't want it to be."

Daryl didn't know what he wanted. He just knew that he wanted her safe and that those few minutes it took for him to run to the farmhouse were the worst because the thought of her being dead with the last thing he ever told her being protect everyone else made his chest hurt in a way it never had before.

Lin waited for him to say something and when he didn't, she gathered up the rest of the sticks at her feet to take to the camp. She got one step away, all of one full foot away from where she'd already been standing when there was once again that tug on her shirt sleeve. This time Daryl didn't let go, pulling her all the way across the distance between them. He didn't say anything, didn't really explain why he did what he did. But to Lin, the closeness was enough. His eyes danced over her face, like he just wanted to look at all of her at one time.

"What are you doing?" Lin asked him, not backing out of his space. He shrugged a little.

"Just lookin' at ya."

Her heart beat up into her throat and she was sure that she had to be flushed. She felt like a damn teenager, blushing because of a boy. She felt like she didn't deserve it, not when the world had reverted back to survival of the fittest. Maggie deserved Glenn because he was kind and he was so head over heels for her already. Lori deserved Rick, someone who was dedicated to his family and wasn't batshit insane. Daryl was loyal, fiercely protective, a heart of gold just a victim of circumstance. He could have been an awful man, rude and unforgiving, but he wasn't. Lin knew that a part of her loved him for that already.

"Daryl what if we don't find a place? Lori can't be any more than twelve to thirteen weeks pregnant. Months are going to go by fast out here and it's just a matter of time before she's full term."

"You're a nurse ain't ya?" He asked it like she could solve everything by just being one. She felt his hand move a little higher up her arm, right around her collarbone. She was sure that she was just thin enough that he could feel it right through the shirt.

"Lori had to have a c section with Carl. He was breech and couldn't turn. She's going to have the same problem with this baby and if she does we don't have to tools to help her. She'll need antibiotics and painkillers and everything we don't have." She shook her head and reached up to touch at his wrist, to hold him there. He didn't flinch as hard as she did. "I can't lose her."

"Ya won't."

"You can't promise that Daryl, not right now." They had nowhere to go, no home, no supplies. They had nothing more than the clothes on their backs and the food in their stomachs and even then that wasn't much at all. Daryl tightened his jaw. He knew he couldn't promise that even if he wanted to. His hand creeped around to her shoulder blade and it was there that he pushed gently. She eased forward, closer into him until she was against his chest. Her head dropped down onto the track of his jacket zipper and she was afraid she was going to start crying right there. It had taken two days to take everything they'd known right out of their hands. Dale was dead, buried in the ground of an overrun farm. They could never go back, not with the sheer amount of walkers in just those fields. She could never sit at his headstone and pay her respects the way she wanted to, the way she should be able to. It hurt, more than anything that he was gone.

"If I kissed ya would it make ya stop cryin'?" He asked the question with his voice low. She looked up and he wiped one of her tears away. She didn't realize she'd begun crying. She didn't want to so she inhaled hard and shook her head to his question.

"I'd want you to kiss me because you meant it, not because you think it's what I want," she told him. She would have loved it if he did, more than anything, but she didn't want it to be an obligation, something he thought he had to do. Daryl never did anything he didn't want to and she didn't want to make him start now.

He fixed that frown in his lips and nodded. Lin didn't take it personally that he didn't grab her by the cheeks and kiss her like a man starved. She cared about him, she really did, but she had other things to worry about than if he was going to kiss her at this exact moment.

"Ya sure?"

Lin smiled a little and nodded, squeezing her hand around his wrist. "Yeah." She rubbed her thumb across his pulse point. "Kiss me when you mean it, Daryl Dixon and not a moment before." She paused and kept that little smile just for him. "We've got people to keep alive."

an: haha totally not cliche and somewhat normal conversation about the kiss??? believe me i wante them to ust make out but it didn't feel right. there's more that has to be built between these two before any of that. anyways i got a google home mini and it's the best thing ever and school is about to let up for me yahoo.

so big oof to the last walking dad episode. also im boo boo the fool for not realizing that it's just a midseason finale and not the total end of the season so there's going to be more episodes in the new year and im totally excited and not ready. i hope you enjoyed this part though and ill see you in the next with the new episode!!