You was a Grimes. You had lost your mother, your brother, and now your father, Rick.

Daryl was the closest thing you had to a dad after Rick, but he was never home. He was out with Michonne looking for ricks body. Rosita decided to look after you, make sure you was okay.

"I need it to stop." You spit out.

"Need what to stop?" She asks sitting next to you, her eyes never leaving you and her voice soft.

"I need everything to stop." You reply, your voice breaking and eyes tearing.