𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 , 𝐫. 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

thirteen -

EPISODE THIRTEEN
"the first person you killed"
SEASON 4

GREY KINGSTON

rick's shoes scuff against the wooden stairs as he struggles to walk up them without actually watching where he's going.

i can't help but laugh against his lips at how uncoordinated he is at this moment.

"this is funny to you?" he breaks the kiss apart to glare down at me.

"yeah, seein' how you can't get up these things fast enough."

"mm, you're lucky you're cute."

my laugh is cut short when a loud noise coming from behind me makes me jump.

we become silent as our eyes lock on the closed door in the upstairs hallway.

i watch as rick pulls out his hatchet from the left side of his belt.

we slowly inch our way towards closed door and then rick yanks it open.

i flinch, jumping backwards as a bird squeals, erupting from inside the linen closet and flopping to the ground like it's hurt.

rick's hatchet goes right through the thing and i'm surprised the blade didn't get stuck in the hardwood floor.

"how long you think that's been in there?" i ask once the squealing has finally stopped and i notice its wings were broken.

"how long has it been since the world ended?" rick asks, taking his hatchet back and placing it in its holster.

"hell if i know." i mumble. "we should save it for daryl, he looks like he'd eat a bird."

rick stifles a laugh as he guides me into the nearest bedroom.

it's completely dark in here. we haven't yet lit candles up here, so it takes a few moments for our eyes to adjust to the darkness.

"does a dead bird kill the mood?"

"we've seen much worse than a dead bird." i tease, but unfortunately i am speaking the truth.

he backs me up into the dresser on the opposite side of the room. picture frames and old cologne bottles smash into each other as we accidentally knock into them.

"shh," i laugh. "it's quiet outside! walkers could hear."

"let them." he whispers, picking me up and placing me on top of the dresser which causes a domino effect of a few of the glass bottles toppling over and crashing to the floor.

"hey!" a voice not belonging to either of us startles me to the point that my body is stiff as stone.

rick squints as he steps to the side and parts the blinds hanging over the window with his fingers to peak outside of it.

"can you two shut the hell up?" the voice belongs to daryl who's yelling from right next door.

"close your window!" rick suggests.

"don't you think i would if i could?"

i hop down from the dresser so i can look out the window as well.

"shit's broken, won't close." daryl explains.

before we can say anything else, he's disappeared away from the window.

rick shuts our window, letting a final, cold breeze waft into the room and dance upon our skin.

i slide out of the confined space between him and the wall to take a seat on the edge of the bed.