𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫// 𝐓𝐖𝐃

S2: Caving In Walls

(Dale)

Naomie is still asleep. She's turned her head a couple times but she has yet to open her eyes. Sometimes I think she hears us talking but isn't sure if she's dreaming or not. Glenn came in early cheering she was back, and giving me a hug. Andrea sat with me for a little, and even Lori came in and watched her while I took a minute to eat.

"Dale." I lift my head at Maggie's voice in the door. Glenn stands behind her with a large smile on his face. "My dad would like to know if you'd be okay if we sat with her while you got some sleep. She'll probably be out all night. If she wakes up we'll get you."

"I'm oka..."

"You need some sleep, Dale." Glenn cuts me off . He's right I haven't slept more then 4 hours since Naomie went missing. "I'll sit with her for now, and then once I go to bed I'll ask Rick or Lori too. Okay?"

"Alright." I push myself up from the chair, walking over to Naomie. I place a kiss on her forehead, before walking out the door. "Please come get me once she wakes up."

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(Naomie)

My head doesn't hurt as much anymore, but there is a bright light shining into my face. My arm feels tingly, and sore. Not to mention my throat is super dry. But hey at least I'm not dead.

I move my hand around carefully feeling a soft bed underneath me. The blurriness slowly goes away after a second. I'm in a room. There is a lot of pink, a little desk filled with makeup, and some photos on a shelf.

One photo is of two pretty teenage girls, and a young boy. The oldest girl, and the boy have brown hair, the girls down to her shoulders. Then the youngest girl has blonde hair. Another photo is of a whole family sitting on a couch during Christmas. Then the last one is of the blonde girl, and a different boy who's kissing her cheek. It makes me wish Pop would have grabbed Mom-moms photo album before we left for Atlanta.

I finally turn my head, where I see Mr Grimes in a chair. His head is resting in his hand, that covers his face from the light. "Mr Grimes?" I say, but it comes out raspy because of my throat. He lifts his head up surprised, before he gives me a huge smile.

"Good morning, Omie." he says, jumping up from the seat to grab a water off the table. I take the glass from his hands chugging it down quickly. It's clean not some old boiled quarry water.

"Where's Pop?" I ask, finally putting the water down onto my lap.

"He's resting. None of us, especially him have had a good night sleep since you girls have been gone." he tells me.

"Where are we?"

"This is Hershel and his family's farm. They were kind enough to let us stay here. It's safe." he explains.

"Like the CDC safe?"

"No. Actually safe. I promise." he places a hand on my cheek gently. "Okay. Let me go get your Pop. You stay put."

"I don't plan on running off no where." he chuckles before leaving the room.

I can hear talking from downstairs. I think it's Mrs Lori. Another voice too, an old man it sounds like. But not Pop. The old man is asking Mr Grimes questions, and all I understand is Mr Grimes saying. "Let me get Dale."