(Author's note: this is my first time writing a fanfiction, please be kind about any inaccuracies in the story, spelling, ect. )
Life had always been hard on Gillian Grimes. She was raised in an abusive household, when she was in high school she me...
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(Gillian's p.o.v)
"Hey. You alright?" Maggie asked breaking me out of my thought. "Are they back?" She asked worriedly placing an arm around my shoulder. I knew exactly what she was referring to, a couple weeks back I told her about the voices I heard. Telling her about that also came with telling her about my dad and what he did.
"No, actually. They haven't been coming around as much as they used to." I told her giving her a smile. Over the time that I had been at the farm, Herschel and his family adopted me into the family. Beth and Maggie both referred to me as their sister and Herschel referred to me as his daughter. The first time Herschel called me his daughter I started balling. I had found a family that actually loved me for who I was and wouldn't try to hurt me. Of course, I had Rick before to this but he was it.
"That's good." She smiled at me giving me a quick hug, "Patricia was wondering if you could help her and Beth make dinner." she asked me, pulling out of the hug.
"Of course. You coming?" I asked walking past her before turning back around to look at her.
"Yeah, I'll be in, in a sec." she told me as she leaned against the railing of the porch. I nodded quickly and walked into the house. I walked through the living room and saw Herschel sitting on the couch reading a bible. I walked behind the couch and leaned over it, hugging him from behind. I wrapped my arms over his shoulders and gave his cheek a quick kiss.
"How you doin', Daddy?" I asked looking at him from the side.
"I'm doing fine, Dear. What about you?" He said, placing a hand on my arm.
"I'm doing alright." I told him before I let go of him and walked away from the couch and walked into the kitchen. I walked over to the stove where Patricia was standing, sturring something in a pot. "Hey, where do you want me?" I asked her placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Could you go cut up those carrots for me?" she asked pointing to the island counter that the carrots were sitting on. I nodded and walked over to the, starting to chop them up, and put them into the bowl that was next to the cutting board.
"Daddy!" I heard Maggie call as she walked through the door. "There's a man here, he's got a boy in his arms, the kid looks hurt." she informed him, I walked out of the kitchen. Herschel quickly got up from the couch, walking over to the door. everyone in the house quickly followed him and walked out. I was the last to get out and was stuck at the back of the group, not being able to see the person since I was one of the shortest people in the house.
"Is he bit?" Herschel asked, shouting so the man could hear him.
"No. Shot by your man."
"Ottis?" Patricia asked turning towards Herschel with a look of terror on her face.
"He said to find a man named Herschel, that you?" The man asked.
"Yes it is," Herschel paused turning around, "Maggie, Gillian, I need you two to go get the painkillers, coagulates-- grab everything. Clean towels, sheets, alcohol." he turned to Patricia, "Patricia I need your help." He turned back to me again "You mind if we use your room?" he asked me quickly.
