The gates squeal open and me and rick walk forward his hand in mine, a trash can falls and rick pushes my behind him his hand letting go of mine and pulling his gun out. Daryl picks up a dead possum an arrow going through its body "We brought dinner" he tells the guy standing beside the gate. He looks at the dead possum in discust "It's okay, come on in guys" aarons voice is calm and reassuring. Walking forward through the gates I stay close to rick, watching the gate close I swallow the dryness in my throat.
"Before we take this any further I need you all to turn over your weapons, you stay you hand them over" the guy who opened the gate says. "We don't know if wanna stay" rick growls stepping forward "It's fine" "If we were gonna use we would've started already" rick forewarns his voice rough. Aaron turns to the guy "Let them talk to deanna first" "Who's deanna" abraham calls out by the gate. "She knows everything you wanna know about this place, rick why don't you start" rick looks my way before looking past me "Sasha" he say nodding towards the walker.
Turning around she raises her rifle taking out the walker in one go before turning back around emotionless "it's a good thing we're here" he says following aaron. Walking behind rick I hold my bat tightly the wood making me feel safer, rick hands judith to carl before following aaron into a house. The rest of us stay in a brick patio, rick walks out a couple moments later with a woman a couple inches shorter than me. Another woman walks up with a bin putting it in the middle "Only the guns" she says nicely taking a couple steps back. The group lays their guns in the large grey bin "They're still your guns you can check them out whenever you go beyond the wall but inside here we store them for safety" she informs standing on the steps.
Pushing my body closer to ricks I catch the attention of deanna, looking down I grab ricks hand with my twitching one. Carol struggles to get her gun off do to her ribs "Shoulda brought another bin" the woman says hauling our weapons away. Aaron comes back and deanna motions him over telling something in his ear before aaron says something back. Aaron walks over standing infront of rick and I "Deanna would like to talk to you" I take a shakey breath ricks thumbs rubbing my knuckles comfortingly.
Letting ricks hand go I walk up to the shorter woman "Please" she says holding her arm out. Walking up the steps behind her she opens the door to a clean cool house, looking around I follow her to a living room with a camera facing a chair "Do you mind if I record this" "No" I shake my head. She presses a button the red dot coming on signaling it's recording "Please, sit" I clear my throat sitting down in the comfortable chair. Leaning my bat against the arm of the chair "What's your name" she questions "Lucille gri- Dixon, lucille Dixon" I correct myself hoping she didn't notice.
"Deanna monroe" I nod my head my eyes on the floor "How far along are you" "Five months" I answer looking up with my hand laying on my stomach protectively. She nods "How long were you out there" I clear my throat "Since it started" I respond simply my voice taut. She crosses her legs laying her hands on them "Did you know each other before" "Only daryl" I replied taking in a shakey breath "I was a member of congress in ohio, what were you before." I clear my throat again my body shifting in the chair "Highschool student, I was seventeen when all this, happened" "That makes you twenty now" I nod my head at her observation not bothering to correct her since I'll be twenty soon anyway.
"What happened to your parents" I pop my neck at the question "Which ones, I have biological parents lucille and Negan" I pick at the skin around my thumb "Or my dad and uncle daryl" I answer hesitantly not really wanting to answer the questions but I want to be able to seem harmless and open. She doesn't respond so I continue "My dad is dead and I know my mother is to, but negan I don't think he's alive either" "I'm sorry for your loss" she says solemnly. Nodding my head in thanks I tick my jaw "It's amazing that this world can bring different people together from all backgrounds" "Yea" I acknowledge.
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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, ...