We are left with eleven people total with out group, dwindling our power we have with the others gone. Sounds safe right? With Rick resting his arms around my waist, we make our way back in side. Everyone is boarding up windows and chatting trying to enlighten the mood. It's only destroying me. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" He rubs his hands up and down my arms as i watch these vultures strip away my house. I know it's for protection but I wish it can stay the same as i left it. We're never going to be safe.
"Iris." My name is called out again by the loving man holding onto me. "It has to happen." I had no other choice. I'd rather protect everyon else. Bending down, he lingers a kiss on my neck knowing my true feelings. Shivers follow my spine through. "Come on. You can work with me." Right away, he takes ahold of my hand and we board up our side of the house. We took occasional breaks. I bring Rick cabinet covers and chairs. I can't help myself but to watch Rick as he breaks them apart. Every muscle flexes in his upper body that drives me insane. I want our chance to be alone to be soon. Maybe that's what Rick wants to 'talk' about.
"Do you plan to make a new Niagara Falls?" Michonne bumps right past me laughing before i had the chance to respond. I can't even flush the redness from my face. Rick is looking at me, chuckling. His southern accent makes what i feel worse. "Am i your model?" I laugh at myself too. This man. "How much for a private examination?" Adding a wink, another side of Rick flashes before me. His eyes no longer reading innocence.
*Ring Ring*
Our conversation, our moment, vaporizes in thin air. Was that a phone? "Iris?" I block out Rick, now focused onthe ringing. "Do you guys hear that?" I look around the room, all eyes on me. For once, i smile at Aron who carries a confused look. Everyone's facial expression matches eachother. This is real. They must be deaf to not hear that! Ring Ring. There it is again! Before anyone can speak, i dash up the stairs. "Hon." Rick is pushed back. I can't belive he's not as excited as I am. Where is it coming from? I shush Rick as I continue my search. This is it. He should let me find it for us. The call leads me into my bedroom. Ring Ring. The last ring leads me to my drawer. Quickly, i grab ahold of the cell phone, reading an unknown number. I cannot belive it. There are land lines up, other survivors that can help us all. "Do you see this?" I can't wipe the grin off my face as i show the phone to Rick who isn't as lit up as mine. "Rick, someone is actually calling. What's wrong with you?" I laughed while saying that. "Theres-" "shh!" What if they are operators, the military, or the goverment calling any phone to tell us this living nightmare is over? We can live almsot normal. Without wasting precious time, i flip the phone and answer. "Hello?" I wait nervously for an answer but all i receive is breathing. This anticipation is killing me. "Anyone there? Hello?" I repeat. "Mommy?"
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(Rick's P.O.V)
Her wink makes me crazy inside, wanting her at the wrong time. Her playfull mood suddenly changes on me. "Iris?" Am i missing something here? Worried, i reach out for her but she pushes me away. "Do you guys hear that?" The silence takes over the entire house. What are we suppose to hear? Her face is filled with happiness. I love to see her happy but this, something isn't right here. She runs up the stairs before i can talk to her. This isn't her to act like this. She leads me to her room, holding up an old flip phone. It hit's me. She's hallucinating this, hurting herself. I need to get her out of this before it's too late. She brushes me off yet again. I'm too late. I thought. She's faking happiness.
The last 'hello' she repeats flushes her skin tone down the drain, turning her as pale as a ghost. Oh no. It hit her. Tears immediately slip from her beautiful saddened eyes. I'm helping her whether she wants me to or not. "Iris." She tries, screaming, to break away from my grip while wailing from internal pain. The phone. "Hon let go of the phone." She refuses, placing it over her heart. Snatching it, i throw it across the room. I can't see her like this. I'm doing this to help her, help her grieve. I'll be here every step of the way.
"Damn it! Let go of me!" She yells with hurtness in her voice. Fist go flying, striking my lip but it doesnt cause me to let go. This only makes my grasp around her grow tighter. I'm not giving up. "Iris! I need you to look at me!" The door opens with Carl standing, watching everything. He knows this pain. He saw me do it and he shouldn't see another person he loves do it either. "Close the door Carl. We'll be okay!" My attention turns back to Iris. "Baby!" I had to raise my voice and i hate doing it. She calms down. My hands go directly on her face. "Look at me." Her face, her eyes, red and swollen and she's still beautiful. No words are need to be spoken. I know that. Embracing her to my chest, she cries harder in my arms, without a fit. This pain is eating her alive.
***
His tiny little voice in the other side. I feel miserable with guilt torturing me every single day. I'd always pushit behind me, letting my heart know he will always be apart from me but a huge portion engulfs that half. Rick's voice begins to come clear as i calm down in his arms. I cannot be more thankful than to have him. "Rest darling." Rest. I can't rest. I can pretend like i have been but i just can't rest. Staying snuggled in his arms, this crazy continues to burn a hole in my heart. "Ok." Is what i manage to get out. I am soon lifted on top of my bed. His arms, drooping over my waist waist. I don't want this. What i want is to be alone. "Rick, can i be alone?" My voice, dead. "I-i dont want you to do anything youll regret. I'm not going to take a chance of you-" "i promise It isn't going to be that easy to get rid of me." The look of disappointment tattoos his face. His lips meet my forehead before he leaves out the door. I'm left alone in my room that i once shared. Where Zach, Adrian and I would bond here as a family. Adrian's innocence isn't the only thing killing me. It's Aron. I cringe at his name. He needs to die. "No." I whisper to myself. He's still you're brother. She said herself he isn't. Did you not see what he did? The angel on one should and the devil on the other constantly throw things at eachother. I have no idea what to do. With my eyes close, i continue to hear them aruge until i drift off
*** Carl P.O.V
I wait for my dad on the sofa as I hear him come down the stairs. "Dad?" I care about Iris just as much as he does. I love her too. She treats us like her own. "Yeah son?" He rubs his temples. He does that alot when he's stressed, upset or frustrated. Don't ask. I debate on whether i should but i can take a guess from seeing the phone thrown across the room, she did what my dad did. I feel sad. "We should find Daryl and Carol?" "I can't leave my wif- girlfriend like this." He loves her. "I can do it. And Judy too. She has all of us dad." Everyone in this room can be put to trust. "Son, she isn't stable." "Dad." I hope to be like him one day, making decisions. "We need our group back. Iris is apart of us too." Please, please let him say yes. "I know you can." My dad makes the call and him and Michonne set out to find them. "They're good people. All of you are." That one kid Noah, i never talked to him yet but i keep my distance. I still don't him know. There aren't many of us left in the room. Tyreese, Sasha, Tara, that priest guy and Aron. I over heard Iris and my dad talk about what he did...what he said. But then i notice, Bob isn't here either.
***Iris
My eyes burst open from a high pitch scream from downstairs. Resting and grieving alone helped a little bit. With my heart beating like a rabbit, i run as fast as i can. There are people surrounding someone on the floor, blood continuing to flow. Not another one. I cry inside. Bob is on the ground with his leg gone. What. The. Hell. Not only do my eyes pick up what's happening but so does my nose. Something isn't right and Carl's face is the same as mine. Everything goes in a panick with cries and wails, feet pattering and the smell of smoke invading our noses.
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Officer Blue (Rick Grimes FF)
Fanfiction25 year old Iris, has not seen a human since the 3 years she's been alone. It is until then she discovers that it's better for herself. She has secrets that need to be hidden and that's what separates her from the rest of everyone else. She may...
