What Future Is There

w nor the comic in their entirety. I have made it to conform to my own imagination. If characters being different from the comi

ht to forget. Maggie and Glenn had gone on one of the best runs that they'd ever had in one of the surrounding towns and brought back a delivery van full of everything imaginable, including enough alcohol to flood the prison. Tyreese and Sash

of her, occasionally taking a drink from the bottle that she held loosely in her hands. Daryl ha

around many of the brainless chatterboxes that he had dated before this whole thing started. He even kne

already drank to a point where for a moment they were experiencing the thrill of complete, drunken oblivion. As much as she wanted to experience that oblivion, to be able to forget all that had happened, all that had been

in. He was sitting on the other side of the room, obviously doing his share of drinking, but not really looking as joyful as the rest. Maybe he, like herself, just wasn't able to get past the reality of

her name, Michonne looked up. She really

" She

ie asked again. "What

y missed listening to the radio in the car. They missed ice cream. This wasn't the real game of "What do you miss the most?", it was the happy game they wanted to play. No one was really telling the truth. I miss m

helming possibilities of answers. My daughters. I miss my daughters. She looked at the faces of the people who she was coming to know as her group. This band of misfits that was trying so

baths."

a seeking refuge from the madman. She was also Rick's new arm candy, glued to him at all times. "

feminine. It seemed like something so very not like Michonne. He looked at her for a minute, trying to see past the person he'd come to regard as a respectable Walker killer and all around bad ass, and also the most preferred person to g

vered in bubbles and relaxing somewhere, and then his mind drifted to picturing her naked. She h

ad. It was just the beer. He blushed a little at the thought, and decided he would go to bed.

ne telling him goodnight, and when he lie down in bed he could still hear them laughing and talking. As

t of focus look that he usually wore when he was just thinking about other things and his eyes settled on someone. He had been looking at her very intentl

ly not. She'd never heard Daryl voice his opinions on her skin tone, but knowing Merle sh

she drank had left her head swimming enough for one night. She stood up and quietly went to her cell, fairly certain