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The smell of rotting flesh was burnt into your brain. It was one of those smells you wouldn't forget, you couldn't forget. A smell so foul you could almost taste it. It wasn't anything you wanted to remember. It wasn't anything you'd ever forget.
You groaned as you tried to remember something pleasant. Like the smell of the lake. The way the rain drops rippled the surface. Fond memories you would never forget. Memories of a world that had now passed.
"Ya can't shoot shit can ya sweet cheeks!" His boisterous laughter rang through your head. You never thought you'd miss Merles voice so much. You never thought you'd have to mourn him.
He was a bit of as sexist racist ass. A bit of a womanizer. A bit of everything that most women dream of. In the end you couldn't help it. You couldn't help how you felt or how things were. He never stepped out on you, the way the two of you spent time he never had time to see other women.
"You alright?" Daryl asked from across the room. He was fiddling with his bow as usual. Making sure everything was in check. The last thing he wanted to do was break his promise to his brother. The last thing he wanted to do was let anything happen to you.
"Just remembering when you me and Merle went hunting down by the lake" You said with a somber smile.
"You know, my brother was never good with words" Daryl said as he placed his bow on the ground. "But you know he loved you, he mighta never admitted it, but he did"
You barely choked out two words without tears. "I know"
In this world you had no time for tears. No time for sadness. All you could do was survive.