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Taking a seat in an adjacent armchair, she crosses her legs and rests her chin on her palm, taking in the sight of the former Sheriff. It was almost surreal, to have someone else sitting in the room— On that couch.
Here.
Alive.
Breathing.
“Well. Sorry we had to meet under such, uh— Shit circumstances, yeah?” Pattie laughs wryly, fingers tapping against her knee to hide their tremors. The last thing she needed was to bring herself off as some frail old woman. Better to be thought of as a rough ol’ cob. Always.
As she follows Rick’s gaze to the lopsided frame on the wall, the woman motions vaguely to the photo and says, “Oh— Those’r m’boys.”
Better that she didn’t know what happened to them, in the end.
“Merle—”
A finger points to the oldest— Then, to the youngest.
“Daryl.”
Rick could barely imagine what the woman had been through. Had she even killed a walker? Had she killed people to keep the house safe and away from looters? He wasn’t going to ask, it wasn’t for him to know. Not unless she decided to accompany him.
She seemed delighted by his presence.
“Could be better. It’s still good to find another survivor,” he started, keeping his elbows off the table, he still remembered his manners. “There ain’t many these days. People aren’t nice out there anymore,” most people he came across tried to kill him and take what he had, which wasn’t much anymore.
Then his heart stopped. When she mentioned her children, he almost felt his eyes well up.
He laughed - it must have been the shock, but he laughed, and he couldn’t seem to stop. There was hope after all.
He wanted to tell her, but he couldn’t stop the joyous laughter.
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He had to tell her, he had to let her know that one of her son’s was alright. As far as he knew anyway. He missed Daryl,...
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