𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘
sanity is suicide and crazy are legends

"HEY."

"Hi, Clarke."

"How are you?"

That was a couple of the many things Clarke heard as she walked towards Carol and Daryl. She smiled and waved at those who greeted me.

Ever since Rick had brought the Woodbury people, It's actually been quite nice, and brought a new perspective to all of them. It was like a new beginning for everyone.

The prison had transformed into a whole other place. There is an entire garden full of crops, tomatos, cucumbers and other food. They even found some pigs on a farm had built a small shed for them. 

The once grim courtyard of the prison bow had tables and benched for people to sit, and a grill where food was cooked.

They had gone out and started recruiting people, and asking them three questions to see if they were accepted or not.

The three questions were: 1) how many walkers have you killed? 2) how many people have you killed? 3) why?

Usually, if they didn't want to bring a big group, it would be just Daryl and Clarke who went out to seek out people. They usually do it once or twice a week. It mostly depends on the weather and sometimes when they having nothing else to do, they go out. It was a usual thing for it to be just them two but sometimes others do join them.

"I saw you first." Clarke turned around to see Daryl's intense blue eyes on her, glancing at the people around them.

Clarke tilted her head and smirked up at him. "You saw me first?" She rose an eyebrow, challenging him. He cleared his throat and brought his thumb up to his mouth, chewing on the nail. "What are we, in second grade?" She punched him on the shoulder lightly. "Nevermind." She reached for his uneaten piece of bacon on his tray and shoved it into her mouth. "Mhmm. That's some good shit right there."

"Clarke!" The girl in question swiveled around, grinning as a thirteen year old form came barreling towards her. She swept her off of the ground and twirled her in the air before placing her back on the ground. "I never get used to that no matter how many times you do it." She smiled at Clarke before her apple green eyes landed on Daryl. "Hey, Daryl."

"Sophia," He grunted, nodding his head at her with a small smile.

Clarke tilted her head down at the floor, her lips curling up into a smile. When he wanted to be, Daryl could be so adorably awkward.

Clarke went to run a hand through her blond hair but stopped as she soon remembered that she had put it in a braid.

"Clarke?"

She looked down at Sophia to see her looking up at her in amusement. "Huh?" Clarke questioned, biting her lip as she looked up at Daryl who was staring at her in concern.

"Are you going out with Daryl and the others?" Sophia rose an eyebrow.

Clarke shook her head. "No." She cleared her throat, her face heating up slightly in embarrassment due to dozing off like she did. "I'm staying here. I need to teach Castiel how to actually fight instead of just dodging and stabbing." She rubbed her hands together. "But, I will bid farewell to everyone before they venture off."

"Okay." She nodded her head before turning to Daryl. "Are you still gonna teach me how to use your crossbow?"

Clarke coughed out in surprise as she looked up at Daryl. He rose an amused eyebrow. "You're teaching her how to use your crossbow?" He nodded his head slowly as if he couldn't understand her shock. "You never let anyone touch it. You don't let me touch it. You say that it's your baby and that it's off limits to anybody other than you." She crossed her arms. "Since she is able to use it, am I?"

"No," He grunted out, shaking his head, his black hair landing right in front of his eyes.

Without thinking, Clarke reached forward and lightly brushed his black locks away from his eyes. But, upon realizing what she had done, she backed away quickly, her eyes wide.

No chick-flick moments, Dean's voice would remind her over and over again if she ever had a moment with anyone. But, unlike usual, she listened to the voice and cleared her throat, rubbing her hand along her neck.

"I better go find Cas," she muttered before running off, shaking her head at herself. "I'm a fucking Winchester for fuck sakes. We do not get flustered." Except Dean when he's around Cas.... or Sam when he's around, well, anyone who is attractive. Oh, what the hell is wrong with me?

Walking around the corner, Clarke ran into Mary who stood with her arms crossed. "What?" She asked immediately when she saw her mothers face.

Mary chuckled and shook her head. "You know, at first, I thought Sophia was yours and Daryl's kid."

Clarke choked on her saliva. "What?!"

Mary smiled. "I'm just saying... that if you and him were together, I wouldn't be against it." She then simply walked away, leaving her daughter there, staring after her with wide blue eyes.

Shaking her head, and scowling, Clarke turned around, only to bump into Castiel. "Thank God. Just the man I wanted to find."

"I am not God, Clarke, how many times do I have to tell you?" He grumbled, running a hand over his chiseled chin. He pursed his lips, noting the annoyed look she gave him. "Oh, I see. It's that sarcasm thing Dean and you keep telling me about, right?"

She scrunched her face up before she cleared her throat. "You ready to learn how to fight like a Winchester?"

"Uh....yes?"

"OUCH."

"Stop whining."

"Ow!"

"St—" Clarke went skidding across the room, her back hitting the wall harshly. She looked up, eyes wide as she gasped out, "Son of a bitch!"

"I'm sorry, Clarke." Cas went to run towards her, but the door to the cafeteria opened, and in came Daryl. Once his blue eyes landed on her fallen form, he ran towards her, his hand going to her shoulder which she was rolling due to the burning pain that went through it.

"Clarke?" His husky, worried filled, voice reached her ears. "Are you okay? What happened?" He angrily looked to a guilty Cas. "What did you do!?"

"Daryl. It's fine," Clarke grunted, standing up, grabbing his arm for support. He turned his head to look down at her, and she nodded to reassure him. "We were fighting. One of us was bound to get hurt, I was just expecting it to be him." She chuckled at what she had said before frowning due to the look in Daryl's eyes. "Are you okay? What happened? Where is the others?"

CLARKE sat in Daryl's cell, Daryl sitting beside her as she pursed her lips, and ran a hand down her face. "Poor Zack." She frowned before looking him in the eyes, "I'm glad you're okay."

"And the others," she added. "I'm glad that the rest of you are okay, as well." She looked away from him. "I should probably go check in on Beth before I go to bed. Well, you know, if I can go to sleep after learning about what happened."

He nodded, frowning, looking away from her. "Ya. Go to bed, you need it."

She turned to him, her eyebrows raised. "Are you saying that I look bad?" He stuttered out a response which made her laugh out a reply, "I'm kidding. I know I look bad." She placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling. "Hey. Thanks for telling me what happened. I, um, I'm sorry for not going with ya'll. I might've been able to save him and stop Beth from having this kind or heartbreak. I know all too well on how losing someone you love, hurts."

"You couldn't have known," He mumbled to her, standing up tall, clearing his throat.

"I'm gonna go to bed. Goodnight, Daryl." She leaned forward on her tippy toes, and placed a chastise kiss on his cheek before leaving his cell. "What did I just do?" She grumbled before going to Beth's cell. "Beth?"

"Yeah?"

Clarke walked in to see her writing in a journal. She smiled and sat beside her on the bed. "How are you, Beth?"

"I'm good." Beth smiled, putting away the journal before rolling over onto her side. "You look tired," She stated. "Do you want to spend the night with me? You know, like a sleepover?"

Clarke smiled and nodded, laying down by her side. "Yeah," she mumbled, closing her eyes, falling asleep to her humming a song.