Are we really living?//TWD

TWENTY-EIGHT

Everyone had an interview which was really weird to me but Rick said to trust the process and I trust him.

I still get very bad vibes from this little community, like at any moment at any time something is going to hit us and it's gonna hit us hard.

"Tony?" I hear Deanna call out my nickname. I walk into her little office.

"You call me Tonya," I say and she nods once. I look around the room and everything looks fancy as shit. Brand new grey leather chairs, freshly built fire pit, a coffee table that has fruits and books on it, and a bookshelf.

"Do you mind if I record this interview?" Deanna asks. Why would she want to record this? I kinda feel like a pornstar when she turns on the camera.

"Ok" I mumble as I look around the room, grazing my fingers on the spines of the books on the shelf.

"Would you take a seat?" She asks as she sits down, I reluctantly sat down across from her. The tip of my machete is on the floorboards, as she looks at my face studying it.

"Why do you feel hesitant to join my community?" She asks and I lean forward with my elbows on my knees.

"I have trust issues" I answer flatly.

"And why is that?" She asks and I tilt my head to the side looking at her, she literally has shit for brains.

"Look at the world we live in, you have no clue what is on the outside of these walls," I say as if it was a fact.

"Your absolutely right, I don't have a clue on what happens out there" she agrees with me then scans my body language. "Who hurt you?" She deadpans out of nowhere. Why would she ask that? She's lucky if I don't beat her ass up.

"What did you say?" I ask gritting my teeth together, looking at her as if my looks could kill.

"I asked who hurt you? The way your posture is, it's showing me that someone hurts or used to hurt you." She states and that makes me straighten up my spine.

"Get the fuck up!!" My father's voice rings in my ears.

"That is none of your business" I declare and she just squints at me. What the actual fuck is wrong with her?

"You're correct it is none of my business, but all I am saying is it'll help if you tell me what has happened to you" she states and I scoff.

I sit dizzy from the bleeding from my torso being slashed by his pocket knife, I'm trying to put pressure on it as he watched me ad laughed. "Look at you, trying to save your little worthless life" he chuckled.

"I am not telling you, shit about anything about me, I'm doing this for my group, and my group only. I want them to be happy. My family to be happy" I state my voice getting more stern.

"What about you?" She questions and I give her a confused look. "What about your happiness?" She asks. And what about my happiness?

"I don't care about my happiness. Can we please change the subject?" I ask politely and if she didn't I would go batshit.

"Ok. What we're you before then?" She asks me.

"Well I was a trauma surgeon in the military and a mechanical engineer." I say and she nods.

"You'll be a great addition" she says and I nod once. "Your group is already getting situated in your new home" she says and I stand up.

"Thank you for this" I say and she nods. I walk out of her office to the street as I was walking people were giving me looks. I think it's cause I'm carrying a machete, or my resting bitch face and tattoos.

I get why but they can be more secretive about, as I kept walking a kid stops me by standing in my way. He's about 7 maybe 8 and he has brown hair. And he's just staring at me.

"What's wrong with your face?" He asks while squinting slightly at me and I have a confused look.

His mom walks out after him cursing under her breath, she pulls him behind her away from me.

"Sorry about him, he's very curious" she nervously chuckles. "I'm Jessie" she says forcing the most worst fake smile.

"Tonya" I say and I hold out my hand for her to shake but she looks at it like I have a disease.

"Anyways again sorry we best get goin' " she says then awkwardly walked away from me with her kid. I just chuckle and shake my head

I walk into the house that was given to us, and it's kinda nice considering sleeping on the side of the road.

Everyone is clean and refreshed except Daryl, he was toying with his arrows. I walk upstairs and Rick is struggling to shave his face.

"Let me help" I say and he hands me the handle razor, I look at it for a second and I get ready to start. His beard already has shaving cream on it.

I used to cut and shave hair when I was 12 to make some money, if you had a beard it costed 2 dollars more.

I start from his neck and I start gliding it up shaving his facial hair off.

I wince as Hershel stitched me up on my back from getting beaten with the metal part of my father's belt. I ran all the way from my house to Maggie's.

He beat me until I started bleeding, I was begging him to stop but he wouldn't.

I can't take him anymore.

I hate him.

Maggie gets a good grip on holding my hand, to distract me from the pain. I had a towel covering my breasts as he pierced my skin with the needle.

"If this happens again, I'm gonna have the cops involved" Hershel sighs from behind me.

"Oh yeah? What are they gonna do? Are they going to help an immigrant? Not to mention illegal? I do not think so" I huff with a wince and Maggie sends me a sympathetic look.

Maggie's family knew that I was illegal but they didn't care, they knew all I wanted was a better future for myself.

"This can't happen and you won't let it you hear me? You have to fight back" Maggie states then I nod at her words.

"Do you think this is all worth it?" Rick's question snaps me out of my thoughts as I continue to shave his face. I'm half way done.

"I don't know but I know if they try to hurt any one of us, including you Rick" I say and I wipe the razor on the little towel he had, as he perked up his ears.

"I will be the one to burn this place to the ground, until it is nothing but ash, while their screaming as their flesh peels off their bodies and all I will do is laugh" I whisper and his look already knew this was coming.

"I'll get the gasoline and marshmallows" he whispers with a grin in a joke and I smirk at his statement.

"But I really do hope this place will do us good, especially Carl and Judith. I want them to have a decent future, not always wrapped up in this chaos" I say in a normal tone.

"Me and you both." He says and I shave off the last part of the shaving cream.

"Finished" I say and I wipe off the razor and he stands up from the bath tub wall to look in the mirror. He runs his hand over his new clean face while nodding.

"It looks great" he compliments and I nod. Now that I actually look at him he looks really different without that beard adding weight.

"Damn Rick, I have to just snatch you away from the looks of you" I say and he rolls his eyes.

He knows I'm playing, we both knew we weren't going to end up together but a little flirting wouldn't hurt.

(A/n: welp! Sorry for not updating in a couple of days. My happy pills are not making me so happy lately.
I love every single one of you people and I appreciate you.)