'She's waking up' groaning I open my eyes looking at a bloody and bruised merle. The pain becomes noticeable the longer I'm awake 'It hurts' I moan out my eyes becoming watery. Daryl hands dad a bottle, opening it he puts a couple white pills in his hand 'This'll help with the pain' he explains. Handing me a cup of water he puts the pills in my mouth, swallowing them I close my eyes waiting for the pain to go away. 'What happened' daryl asks, opening my eyes I look around my room trying to remember everything.
'I heard the door open and I thought it was you so I came down to tell you I finished my homework. He was standing in the doorway and I thought he was one of your dealers or something, so I pulled out my knife holding it behind me. He said he was my grandpa and told me to sit next to him and I did because he scared me, he pulled my hair and my hand twitched. He must of noticed and pulled the knife out of my hand, all I can remember after that is pain' I explain the tears falling my face. My head becomes foggy as my eyes begin to droop 'Get some sleep' daryl says patting my foot.
I jolt awake from scratching on the old wood "Carl" I whisper in the dark shack the sun peaking through the cracks. A smaller hand rests on my shoulder "Alright if we move out fast enough we can get far enough away to take em out" rick rasps. I grab my bat a hand on mine stopping me "You and carl stay here" I tick my jaw. I push the bat in his direction "Take it it's safer than your knife" I grumble looking directly at him.
Taking the bat he stands up and looks over at michonne "One two three" on three he kicks the door open the two of them running out. Pulling my knife out I move to the back with carl, hearing a crack my leg falls through the floor. I let out a short cry when my ankle moves in an uncomfortable angle, pulling my leg out I stand up and quickly fall to my knee as pins and needles resonate from the joint. "Shit" I curse quickly moving back when a walker stumbles into the small space.
Pulling my knife out I stand up keeping my foot off the ground, carl raises his gun "Don't you'll draw more" I hiss gripping the blade tighter. Pulling him behind me I balance myself on my foot letting the walker get closer. Grabbing the collar of her shirt I plunge the knife through her eye. I scream when I fall forward my body landing on top of the walker with my elbow inside of her gut. "Carl, lucille" rick yells running into the shack, leaning my head back I wave at him "Help me up please" I speak softly my face heating up in embarrassment.
He chuckles and grabs my shoulders pulling me up "Thanks" I groan looking at my elbow, the black material stained darker with blood. Grimacing in discust I take the knife out of her eye, looking up at carl and michonne snickering I glance over to rick with a smile on his face. Moving off the body I slap ricks hand away, turning around I try to stand up. After my third attempt I give up and look up at rick "Okay help me" I huff. Grabbing his hand he pulls me up "Meanie" I grumble limping to the door.
"Are you okay" he asks "Yea just fell through the floor" I answer, stopping in the doorway I lay my head back letting out a long groan. I chuckle at the fact I fell through the floor and my elbow went through a walkers stomach, I step onto the gravel biting back the short burst of pain. Turning around I watch the three of them walk out "Nobody speaks of what happened in that shack" I grunt. He holds my bat out to me, grabbing it I turn back around with a fake pout on my face.
Limping forward I put my knife back in it's place "Luci come on it's funny" carl tries. Glancing back at him I squint my eyes trying to be mad "Okay, it was a little funny" I chuckle. Stopping in the middle of the tracks I wait for the others to catch up, rick and carl walk on either side of me with michonne walking next to carl. Rick places his arm around my side "Dad about what I said yesterday, I'm sorry" he apologizes "It's alright" he assures.
Looking over at carl I put my hand on the back of his neck moving my thumb in circles. He glances over at me a small smile on his face I smile back before turning my head forward. "Lu" my eyes move to michonne holding out a nature valley almond butter cookie. Taking the package I thank her softly before opening the plastic and taking a bite of the crunchy oatmeal cookie. I lean into ricks side till I hear the groans of walkers, turning around we watch a dozen walkers move onto the tracks.
Holding my bat out to rick he nods his head gripping the wood "Stay back" he grunts walking towards them with michonne. I lay my arm over my bump and nibble on the cookie sandwich. Watching rick swing the bat into a walkers skull I bite my cheek 'Damn.' Walking up to rick I push his hand holding the bat, wrapping my arms around his neck I push my lips against his "That was hot" I whisper into his mouth. "You should use my bat more often" I murmur pulling away.
Looking up at his eyes he smiles again, laughing I back up taking the my bat from his hand. Swinging the weapon in my hand I walk past him to get to carl and michonne walking ahead. "You two need some alone time" michonne jokes "No I think we're good, for now" I chuckle watching rick walk next to me. Laughing she looks between the two of us "We should look for a place soon the suns goin down" I inform looking up at the sky. "Well you slept till about noon" rick grunts "Well I'm sorry I'm growing a human" I quip glancing at him.
"Let's look for a place" I nod my head following michonne towards the woods. Whistling we make a small camp rick going off to set a trap, getting on my knees I build the small fire. "Matches" I call out and carl throws me the small object, striking the match I place it in the small fire. The flames enveloping the leaves and sticks "Okay the snares set" rick huffs sitting down. Leaning back I lay next to his legs "I'm tired wake me up when you want to me to take watch" I mumble shutting my eyes and letting the fog take me.
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Dixon or Grimes
FanfictionBOOK 2 19 year old lucille has been through the first war of her new life, Refusing to be called malice after losing her dad. Lucille is in for a surprise blood soaked season, one she's not prepared for. Ecpecially when she's hiding a secret, ...