Ricks POV:
Ellie was good. But I wasn't sure about her age. But Carl was right. He was 9 when I taught him. All I did was nod and leave. I was the black no really hard.My hands were tied. Half of me wanted to let her, half of me saying not to. I don't know what to do. That was before my good side kicked in.
I'm letting her be one of us. She's keeping her gun. That was three hours after I saw her performance. I was waking closer to her cell. I walked by Carl and Kaitlyn's room.
"Carl, Kaitlyn come here."
They followed me. My boots clanging against the concrete. I stopped at her cell and she sat up and looked at me. She had a knife in that had speckles of paint on it. Kaitlyn and Carl circled around me. They were all looking at me.
"I've decided that I will let her continue but don't go outside the gate again."
"Dad." Carl said.
"No going outside the gates." I demanded
Carl groaned and left out of the room. Kaitlyn nervously smiled at me and Ellie followed out.
"Ellie. Wait a minute." I stopped her.
"Yeah?" She nervously asked
I pulled out a gun from being tucked behind my back. I handed it to her. I told her to follow the rules and not to play with it. She nodded and she left the room. I stood alone in the silenced cell. I'm rethinking this whole Ellie thing.
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The Dixons
Fanfiction14 year old Kaitlyn Dixon had her older brother Daryl and little sister Ellie. This is Kaitlyn's life, Oh yeah. Their in a zombie apocalypse