Two weeks. It's been two weeks since Beth died. The group was slowly falling apart, They were running low on food and supplies. With nothing else left to do, Rick decided to fulfill Beth's wishes and bring Noah home.
"It was secure. It has a wall, homes, twenty people. Beth wanted to go with him. She wanted to get him there. It's a long trip but if it works out, it's the last long trip we have to make."
Rick looked around the small group he collected. Himself, Moon, Glenn, Noah, and Michonne. "And what if it isn't around anymore?" Glenn didn't think it was still standing, but he would follow Rick if Moon did.
"Then we keep going." The leader needed something to go their way, or else everyone would slowly give up. "Then we find a new place." Michonne added on. She was one of the only ones who still believed there was a place out there for them. She felt it.
Rick looked around the group to make sure they agreed before telling the others. No one objected, it wasn't like they had anything left for them in Atlanta.
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In the van, Tyreese drove. Noah was in the passenger seat. Rick and Michonne in the middle, and Glenn and Moon in the very back. Everyone else stayed behind, not having the energy to go on a trip they didn't need to go on.
Moon sat behind Rick, trying to braid the man's hair. Rick let him, not minding Moons fidgeting. "How far out?" Rick asked, Noah looked at the map, "Five miles."
Rick held his walkie up. "Hey, Carol." He tried hard to fight off the shiver that ran down his spine as Moon continued to pull on his hair. "I'm here." Carol responded, she kept an eye on Daryl who was looking at the forest floor. The hunter hasn't spoken a word to anyone since Beth died.
"We're halfway there. Just wanted to check the range." Rick leaned his head back on the seat, giving Moon more access to his hair. "Everybody's holding tight. We've made it 500 miles. Maybe this can be the easy part."
The woman said through the handheld radio. "Got to think we're due. Give us twenty minutes to check in." The radio glitched a bit. "We don't hear from you we'll come looking."
"Copy that." Rick ended the short conversation. Moon scooted forward, resting his chin beside Rick's head, bringing his arms up to wrap around his boyfriend.
When he leaned forward, his shirt rolled up, and Glenn saw all the healed scars on his brother's back. Scars no one ever got to see, no one but Rick. It brought back all the memories Glenn never liked to think about. He remembered his brother's screams of pain and the blood, it was everywhere.
He remembered how scared he was, how helpless he felt. He didn't want to feel that again. Though the man knew that he would. It was invincible now. Glenn turned his head away, looking at the passing trees.
"I've been wanting to tell you something." Noah looked at Tyreese. "What's that?" Ty kept his eyes on the road, but he was listening. "The trade. It was the right play. It worked. It did work. It's just, something else happened after."
It was no secret that Tyreese felt responsible for what happened. He was the one to convince the other to go with his plan, the plan that ended a teenage girl's life. "It went the way it had to. The way it was always going to." Noah looked away from him, down to his lap. "I never wanted to kill anybody before."
"I've wanted that. But it just made it so I didn't see anything except what I wanted. I wasn't facing it." Everyone in the van listened to the conversation, all recalling feeling that same way before. "Facing what?"
"What happened, what's going on... My dad always told Sasha and me that it was our duty as citizens of the world to keep up with the news. When I was little and I was in his car, there were always those stories on the radio. Something happens 1,000 miles away or down the block... Some kind of horror I couldn't even wrap my head around. But he didn't change the channel. He didn't turn it off. He just kept listening. To face it. Keeping your eyes open. My dad always called that, paying the high cost of living."
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Black Sheep - Rick Grimes x Male
Fanfiction"Moorti Grimes was more than just a man, he was something else. Most people don't go through the things he has and still find the will to love like he does."
