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My feet are aching
And your back is pretty tired
And we've drunk a couple bottles, babe
And set our grief aside
The papers say it's doomsday
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Rick and Daryl come back to the group empty handed. The next morning, they resume the search. Shane pulls open the arsenal that Carl found and gestures to it.
"Everybody takes a weapon."
Andrea crosses her arms. "These aren't the weapons we need. What about the guns?"
Shane rolls his eyes. "We've been over that. Rick, Daryl, and I are carrying."
Andrea raises a glaring brow at Elaina. "Then why is she still carrying hers?"
Elaina still has her gun secured in her waistband. She is not parting with it for any reason.
The curly-haired woman scoffs. "Want it? Cause if it'll make your day just a tad bit brighter, I wouldn't mind, hun." She says sarcastically.
Andrea flips her off silently. Elaina shrugs. Rick eyes her. Daryl smirks.
Carl stifles a giggle and Elaina smiles at him.
"The idea is to take the creek up about five miles, turn around and come back down the other side. Chances are she'll be by the creek. It's her only landmark." Daryl tells them.
Rick nods. "Stay quiet and stay sharp. Keep space between you but always stay within sight of each other."
Dale and T-Dog agree to stay behind to finish fixing up the RV and collecting materials. The rest gather weapons and bags.
Elaina picks up the hatchet that Carl was eyeing. He begs his dad to let him tag along and Rick agrees, as long as Carl stays near Elaina or Lori.
After a bit of searching, they come across a tent. Shane shrugs. "She could be in there."
"Could be a whole bunch of things in there." Elaina mumbles.
Daryl whistles.
Carol whispers. "Sophia?"
Daryl flings open the flap, only to find a rotted walker corpse inside.
He walks out and shakes his head. Suddenly loud bells begin to ring in the distance. Church bells?
"What the hell?" Daryl mumbles.
"Where's that coming from?" Lori asks.
"It's hard to tell out here." Rick says.
"Somebody could be ringing those bells." Shane nods.
"Maybe signaling they found her." Glenn offers.
Carol adjusts her sweater. "She could be ringing them herself."
They group hurries towards the sound and comes across a small church.
Elaina sighs. "This can't be it. There's no steeple. No bells."
Rick and Daryl take the lead inside the building. There are three walkers inside. Shane handles one, Daryl does too. Rick kills the last one.
Elaina sits in one of the pews, Carl curling up next to her.
Sophia was never here.
Shane shakes his head. "It's the wrong church, Rick."
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Sheriff's Lover ||| Rick Grimes
Fanfiction"Are you trying to get me drunk, officer?" "What if I am?" Thirty-two-year-old office worker, Elaina Heart was all alone on the streets of Atlanta when a man in a sheriff's uniform trots down the road on a horse. She decides to join him on his miss...
