Just Another Dead Girl | TWD (season 1)

𝑼𝑵𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾𝑵

𝐁𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝗼𝐟𝐟
𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑛𝑒,
𝐓𝐰 - ʰᵘʳᵗᶠᵘˡ ˡᵃⁿᵍᵘᵃᵍᵉ, ᵛⁱᵒˡᵉⁿᶜᵉ, ˢᵐᵘᵗ,

𝐼𝑆𝐴𝐵𝐸𝐿𝐿𝐸 𝑃𝑂𝑉: 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑘 𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑗𝑜𝑟 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑝𝑟𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑎𝑦.. 𝐼𝑓 𝐼 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡.. 𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒..

At the Police Station)
They arrive at the Sheriff's Office.

It's eerily quiet, but familiar to Rick. They move quickly through the halls, Rick leading them through muscle memory.

He pushes open the locker room door.

Fluorescent lights buzz weakly above them.

Without a word, Rick walks to the showers and turns the knobs. For a second, nothing. Then — a slow sputter — and finally, a steady stream of water gushes out.

Rick lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. "Hot water... We got lucky."
He looks back at the others with a small, tired grin.
For the first time in what feels like forever — something normal.

Morgan says, "Gas and light's been down for maybe a month."

Rick checks the pilot light by the showers, then nods,
"Station's got its own propane system. Pilot's still on."

Isabelle grins, feeling some of the tension lift off her shoulders.
"Thank God. I've been dying for a hot shower..."

Without much more talk, they all decide to enjoy it
— the first comfort they'd had in what felt like forever.

Rick grabs a razor from the locker and starts shaving off his beard, Morgan and Duane scrub down, and Isabelle disappears into the women's side.

Through the walls, you could hear their reactions —

"Oh, my Lord!" Morgan gasps.

"Hot water!" Duane cheers.

"That feels good, right?" Morgan says, laughing like he hadn't in a long time.

Isabelle, from her side, calls out, "Yeah, it does!" with a small laugh.

They were all so caught up in the moment they forgot Isabelle was even there — until she steps back around the corner wrapped in a towel, still dripping wet, rolling her eyes at the sudden awkward stares.

"What?" she says dryly, "Never seen boobs before?"
Morgan and Rick instantly whip their heads around, turning their backs to her.

Duane, wide-eyed and genuinely clueless, blurts out excitedly,
"I haven't!"

"Whoa!" Morgan says quickly, covering Duane's eyes with his hand.

Isabelle just snorts, grabbing a fresh change of clothes.
"Turn around, I gotta get him dressed and outta here,"

she says, shaking her head.

Rick, still facing the wall, grumbles, "Duane, there's a room in the back — women's locker room — which Isabelle should've been using."

Isabelle smirks and rolls her eyes.
"Yeah, yeah, lecture me later, Officer Grimes."

Rick just huffs under his breath, while Morgan chuckles

Rick hands Duane a fresh set of clothes from one of the lockers.
"Here, kid. Get changed."

Morgan pats Duane on the back, ushering him toward the hall.
"Come on, let's get you dressed."