The argument between you two escalated as you started yelling at him about not caring, that the people you lost meant nothing to him. “Is that what you think?” He challenged. You refuted by saying its what you knew. “You don’t know nothin’.” He said lowly. 

You shook your head. You told him you saw how he looked at her, like she was another dead girl. You weren’t Michonne, you weren’t Carol, you weren’t Maggie. No one cared what you went through. But you had survived. He didn’t understand because you weren’t like him. You told him he didn’t get to treat you like crap because he was afraid.

That seemed to make him even more upset. He leaned close to you, his blue eyes glaring sharply down at you. “I ain’t afraid of nothin’.” He said firmly. The two of you stared at each other for a moment and he moved away.

You finally spoke up. You said you remembered. You remembered the look on his face when Sophia came out of the barn. He looked just as devastated as you. His bottom lip trembled slightly as you continued, telling him he wouldn’t let anyone get too close. “Too close, huh? You know all about that.” He spat. “You lost two boyfriends, you can’t even shed a tear. Your whole family’s gone, all you can do is just go out looking for hooch like some dumb college bitch.” Your face screwed up and you yelled back telling him he didn’t get it. Daryl loomed over you. “No, you don’t get it! Everyone we know is dead!” He shouted. You told him that he didn’t know that but he snapped back quickly. “Might as well be, ‘cause you ain’t never gonna see ‘em again.”

You faltered, looking hurt. “Rick. You ain’t never gonna see none of ‘em again.” He snapped. You tried to tell him to stop to grab him. He shrugged you off. “No! The Governor rolled right up to our gates. Maybe if I wouldn’t have stopped looking. Maybe ‘cause I gave up. That’s on me.” You tried again but he pushed you away. His breathing was heavy.

“And Hershel.” His voice started to crack. “Maybe– maybe I could have done something.” He started to cry.