Date: 2017-04-15 01:40 am (UTC)
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Daryl hates dreams almost as much as he hates the nightmares that keep him awake a night and haunt him during the day. With dreams it always seems to show the peaceful life, the life of what could have been and those were the ones that bothered Daryl the most. Like the ones of how both Hershel and Beth would have loved Alexandria, Beth giggling as she held Maggie's baby with tears in her eyes, the dreams of Hershel hosting dinners because he's proud of his daughter, proud of Glenn and everyone is both safe and happy.

Those are the ones that eat at him the most. The what should have been and what could have been.

All of that had been long since gone by now and maybe it was foolish to ever think they would all live, be together for as long as they could. Happiness, comfort and state of minds had faded long ago as the death toll of loved ones only seemed to increase.

Daryl knew this battle with the saviors was only the start of a massive storm yet to come and he knew Rick along with the others were just as aware. They would all have to stay together, keep what groups that had close and find a damn good way to raise their numbers. That alone would be a challenge.

It was another hauntful dream that seemed a bit to real and uneasy that made him shift slightly, eyes fluttering awake.
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