Third Person P.O.V
Two days later the current events were still marked in the people's brains. No matter how hard they tried to keep their emotions as hidden as possible, Carol and Rick were taken back by the incident. Of course they had in mind that Carl's doing wasn't on purpose. And of course they realised how hard it was for the boy to get back into the house with Carol and Daryl bringing the girl into the kid's room, her taking care of Josie and the redneck to stand there with a lost expression in his face.
Right now, as the group was on a raid in the nearest town it was Daryl's duty to watch over Judith and Josie. With two dead rabbits and an oppossum he had already hunted down the scruffy man sat in the living room and smoked. Carol and Maggie would kill me, he thought huffing. Snipping the stub onto the floor and crushing it immediatly he decided to stand up and look for the girls. Judy was half asleep, her eyelids closing slowly but continually. The older girl was moving. Daryl leaned against the door frame, watching how the pale loner stirred and groaned in her unconsciousness.
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Meanwhile the rest of the group was searching for supplies in the near town. It went by the name of Sugoraville and held probably 2,000 inhabitants. Except for a few dozen walkers that were trapped in buildings and cars it was a harmonic warm day. Well, not really.
For the two Grimes it was horrid to be next to each other. Not only that they had to leave the toddler and the girl behind but they also had a fight after it happened. Again. They wouldn't care about the rest of the group hearing every detail. They also wouldn't care that Glenn and Maggie shared a worried look. Well, everybody was worried about the two men.
Rick pushed a car away that blocked the streets of the district. His target was a gas station. Not because he thought it held gas or anything like that. He hoped to find himself distracted by searching in the little store. "I'll take the gas station!", he yelled and was more than glad that his son decided not to go with him. Before he could march to the abandonded lot, Michonne grabbed his arm. "Are you fine, Rick?", she asked, brows furrowed in an angry yet caring way. Rick sighed loudly and shook his head while replying 'yes'. "We'll search the rest of the street!", Glenn said and stalked over to a store that sold ceramics. With Maggie and Tara behind him he went into several houses, while Michonne, Abe and Eugene watched over the surroundings. And Carl? He stood in the street, shifting awkwardly on his feet ere he found a shop with a babyblue teddy bear in the front window. Just like his father he wanted to find a distraction and roamed through the aisles filled with pillows, covers, toys and stuffed animals for young children. He grabbed a grey bear for his sister and stopped dead when he saw a walker. It was a young child, strapped into a seat, his rotten arms stretching out to grab him. Carl did what he had to do and waited a moment before he exited the store and waited for the rest to gather around him.
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The girl groaned again, and with her right hand she touched her forehead, the move sloopy as she still was sleepy. Her fingers traced the bandage around her head, grabbed the material before she opened her eyes and scrunched them within seconds.
"Ouch.", she whispered and coughed. Daryl stepped forward and sat at the end of the mattress, leaning his body against the wall. "How are ya?" "Feels like a bunch of dwarves is hitting my head with their hammers." she replied, causing the redneck to laugh lightly. "Are ya really fine?" "Drowsy and thirsty, but other than that? Fine, yes. Where are the others?" "Raiding a town. There's just you, the munchkin over there and me. Oh and our food." She sat up and looked at him confused, then her face lit up. Something hit the wall next to her. Jumping slightly she held her head and groaned again. "Don't worry. It's a walker." "What!?" "Rick destroyed the wall yesterday. He was right with the armory. But there's a brainless in uniform gnarling behind the door." "Why'd-?" Daryl stood up. It wasn't his duty to tell her. "How about you make me food?" Josie grinned. "Nope. Why should I?" "Because it's your duty to keep us two alive and swayin'.", he replied grinning. With a short look in the crib of Judith he moved forward and held the girl in his arms. "Let's go then, right?" He walked into the kitchen where he put her down softly until his face turned into an unreadable mask and he pushed a set of kitchen supplies on the counter next to her. "Work magic, Josephine." he gushed before he rushed out of the room.
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Ain't a world for the living
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