I woke up the day after the attack, feeling surprisingly refreshed. It seemed weird since I didn't get much sleep last night.
Last night. I frowned at the thought of what happened the night before. I couldn't believe the walkers actually found their way in. How did it even happen? I had to ask Rick next time I saw him. "He must know," I thought to myself. They stayed out in the prison yard after the the attack, but I went inside to Daryl's and my cell to sleep. It had been a long time since we were last attacked by walkers. It had only happened a few times, actually. The first time was in the beginning. Back then we had a camp just outside of Atlanta. That was before Daryl and I started dating, let alone started talking to each other. Back then I kinda hated him. I though he was just some dumb redneck who only cared about himself and his brother, which I guess I was right about then, but after Merle disappeared, Daryl slowly began to care about other people, especially me, actually. I always smiled when I thought about that time we had to share a room at the CDC, because there wasn't room enough in my the room my brother and my younger sister were staying in. We had our first kiss that day we arrived there. It was also the first time we slept together, actually, which was quite stupid as we were both drunk out of our minds. Not that either of us regretted it the day after. But our first kiss wasn't a drunk one. We were both sober. I had just gotten out of the shower. When I entered the room, Daryl was sitting on the bed, shirtless. I couldn't stop staring at him. I had to admit that he looked really hot. Not that I didn't already know, but it was the first time I saw him shirtless. He noticed me staring, which was really awkward, but he didn't seem to mind. He smirked and patted the spot next to him on the bed, telling me to sit there. I did as he said, because, hey, he's Daryl Dixon. One does not simply say no when Daryl Dixon tells you to sit next to him. We sat there in silence. It wasn't awkward. It never really was between us. After a while we looked into each others eyes, and then it just kind of happened. Our first kiss.
I smiled to myself. That memory was one of the only good memories I had after the world went to shit, let alone with Daryl. Of course there had been some other amazing moments, but that one was probably the best. Since that moment we had been inseparable.
"What are ya smilin' at?" I heard Daryl chuckle. I looked up at him and shook my head.
"Nothing," I said, still smiling. I got off the bed and placed my arms around his waist. "I was just thinking about when we were at the CDC. I kinda miss being there." Daryl smirked.
"Yeah, it was nice there," he said.
"Oh God, you are so dirty minded!" I said, giggling. "Anyway, I have to find Rick."
"Why?" he asked.
"I just want to hear what happened yesterday after I went to bed."
"I was there too, ya know."
"Yeah, but I'm hungry. You can tell me what happened, but you'll have to go with me," I said as I changed into something else and put on my boots. After that we both went down to get some food. Rick, Glenn, Maggie and Ashton were the only ones who weren't there. And well, Michonne wasn't there either, but she rarely was. I found a can of beans and a spoon, and sat down and began to eat.
"So, what happened last night?" I asked Daryl, who was sitting next to me.
"Well, someone either opened the gates or forgot to close them. Rick is outside, trying to figure out what happened," Daryl explained. Who on Earth was stupid enough to forget to close the gates?! Or open them?! I feared that someone would suspect Ashton, Calum, Luke or Michael. It would be the most reasonable thing to do since they were the new members of the group and the others still didn't know if they could be trusted or not. I wouldn't let that happen though.
"And, uh, Ashton lost his hand," Calum said awkwardly.
"Yeah, I know," I mumbled. "Is he in his cell?" I wanna see how he's doing." Calum nodded. I got up and went to Ashton's and Calum's cell. Ash was lying in his bed. He looked up at me with tired eyes.
"Hey Maddie," he mumbled.
"Hey Ash. How are you?" I said as I sat down on the bed and looked at the stump.
"I'm fine. Well, except I've lost my hand. Maybe I can get a blade as a hand, like Merle has. That'd be sooooo cool!" Ashton said, sounding like an excited 5-year old on Christmas. I giggled at him. He was surprisingly happy for someone who just lost their hand. Ashton had always been so optimistic. I admired that about him. I was never like that. Like, as in never ever.
"You know how he got it right? One of the governors people made it for him," I said. He frowned at me. I'm such a pessimist. "Sorry, Ash."
"Nah, don't worry about it. I'll figure something out. Now, c'mon! I'm hungry!" Ashton got up. He was still fully dressed after yesterday, but his tank top was covered in blood after his hand was cut off. He tried to take it off, but without any luck. He frowned. "Well, this isn't as easy as I thought it would be," he mumbled.
"Here, let me help you," I said, giggling at him. I helped him with taking off the tank top and found another one in his bag. As I took the tank top out of the bag a picture fell onto the ground. I took it and looked at it. It was a picture of the boys and me from before their first gig. I was back stage with them. We were all so young. It was so weird. Michael was still blonde. Luke was wearing a pinguin t-shirt. Ashton looked so young considering he was, like, 18. And Calum. One word can explain the difference between then and now when talking about Calum; Biceps. But the one things about this picture I instantly noticed was that Luke was kissing my cheek. I felt my heart drop. I really did miss spending time him. I missed my best friend.
"4 years." I looked at Ashton. "It's been 4 years," he said. I nodded. "He misses you, you know? Luke, I mean."
"I know," I mumbled. "I miss him too, Ash. I... I just don't know if I can forgive him."
"But Maddie, what if he died, like, tomorrow or something? Won't you regret, like, not forgiving him?" He had a point.
"You're probably right, Ashton," I said. "Anyway, you said you're hungry!" Ashton nodded, and he took the tank top from me, wanting to put it on himself, and while he struggled to put on the tank top, I shoved the picture into my pocket.
"I DID IT!" Ashton exclaimed, proud of his accomplishment. I laughed at him, and then we went to get food.
A/N - It took me ages to come up with an idea for this chapter, but here it is!
So, what do you think happened between Luke and Maddie since Maddie won't forgive Luke? (awkward if no one comments lol)