𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗕𝗜𝗔- rick grimes

TWENTY TWO

TWENTY TWO

GREYSON WRIGHT WAS ALWAYS IN a constant state of worry. He was terrified something would go wrong. Something that would change the course of his life forever, more than what he had experienced already at such a young age. The fall ultimately changed his life forever, it changed everyone's life.

He was sixteen, he had friends, was on the basketball team, got good grades in school. He never considered himself popular because he wasn't, sure he had friends that were but he never liked labeling himself as one. Grey was often seen as the quiet type, not really speaking until he was spoken too. The teenage boy was an observer, never liking to be the center of attention.

Now Greyson was seventeen helping Carl Grimes hold Rick up as they fled the prison. The prison was destroyed, their once home now in a million pieces as the dead took it over, claiming what was left as theirs. The teen was in shock, not saying a word after he realized he couldn't find Aria. The one person he was supposed to be beside through destruction like this.

The three of them kept walking, Rick limping on his own as Carl led the way. It was hours they had been walking and Greyson's legs started to burn but he didn't say a word as he stared straight ahead. He didn't want to think the worse, not yet, as his mind kept drifting back to where his mom may be. Every time that thought crossed his mind so did the fact she could be dead, he didn't want to come to terms with that.

Carl and Rick were in distress, thinking Judith was dead as well. Grey felt horrible as an aching feeling was in his chest, his eyes were heavy with sorrow as he kept his gaze away from the two. Rick seemed to be struggling to walk as he was severely injured but not wanting them to help as they kept going down a dirt road.

"Carl, stop!" Rick yelled after trying to get Carl to listen to him. It brought Grey's attention to the two, as Carl stopped in his tracks. "We need to stay together."

"We got to find a place with food, supplies." Rick kept going, placing his hand on Carls shoulder as he went to say something else but stopped as the boy kept walking.

Greyson bit the inside of his cheek as he didn't say anything, as they started walking again. But as he looked over to Rick he sighed, "Are you sure you don't want me to help you?"

Rick shook his head at the teen, looking away from him as he kept willing himself to move. "No, it's fine."

Grey dropped the subject after that, not wanting to push anything further then need be. He was too focused on his own thoughts racking through his mind to really care about anything else. The only thing gaining his attention again was when they stopped at an old restaurant, guns in hands as they needed to scope out the place before stepping inside to rest.

As the father and son kept bickering the entire time, Grey couldn't help but to get slightly annoyed. He too, had someone he loved missing and possibly dead but he kept his mouth shut as much as he could. Even when Carl decided to shoot the walker Rick told him not too, Grey kept quiet just looking between the both of them with a shake of his head.

If they don't stop acting irrationally it would get them killed, they needed to stop arguing for a spilt second and start thinking clearly about their decisions. Grey kept telling himself to stay out of it, growing more annoyed as he couldn't get the worse thoughts out of his head that utterly scared him. As he help Carl grab whatever was left in the restaurant the two boys hadn't spoken a word to each other since the incident.