"Why do you care?"
"Because you let me. No one's let me care for them before...but you did."
"I've never allowed anyone to care for me before you showed up."
"Well..."
"I suppose we're in similar predicaments."
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A Carl Grimes/Walking Dead F...
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Shouting ruptures from a nearby hallway that connects to the cell block in which most inhabitants of the prison reside. The sounds of the intense fighting escape into the office in which Maia sleeps.
The sudden yelling is enough to shoot her up from her resting position. "The fuck?" She mutters and rubs the tiredness from her eyes as she listens to the muffled voices.
Maia sighs with a stretch and lazily makes her way over to the door, creaking it open just enough to make out the words what she now identifies as an exhausted father and his absolutely furious child.
"No, Dad! Pair me up with anyone but her, please!"
"Carl, Daryl and I will be out too, just a few yards away. You understand you can't hate her forever, right?"
"Yes I absolutely can! She wants to isolate herself anyways. I don't understand why I need someone to go with me, we're just foraging and setting up traps!"
Maia connects the dots and understand that she's the subject matter in this argument and stands to approach the door. With a gentle bang of her forehead against the wood of the door, she pulls her hair back into a ponytail, and creaks it open.
The fighting continues as Maia meanders down the hall until she's standing right around the corner from the two. "Had a very pleasant wake up call this morning." She says sarcastically and emerges from around the wall as the father and son snap their heads to look at her. After a moment, Rick turns back to face Carl, his face seeming to urge him to say something, Carl just responding with a mean, pleading glare.
Eventually, Carl snaps his head to look at Maia. "Get your things ready, we're foraging, setting up traps, and collecting the caught animals. Bring a knife, a gun, and some food. Be ready to leave in an hour." He looks her up and down with a disgusting expression. "And I suggest a change of clothes." With that, he spins on the heel of his shoes and stomps down the hall.
Rick sighs heavily and drags a hand down his face. "I'm sorry about-" He begins before Maia interrupts.
"Don't be," She says with a reassuring tone. "I'm sure I had an attitude like him at some point in time." Rick chuckles.
"Y'know, you don't need to go on the run with him. Daryl and I were going as well, you can swap places with one of us if you'd like."
Maia smiles. "I appreciate that Rick, I do. But it'll be alright, I can get some bonding time with him." She jokes. Rick chuckles, pats her on the shoulder, and leaves to go back into the cell block.
Once the door has closed and Rick has disappeared from earshot, Maia sighs heavily. "Fuck this," She mutters to herself quietly. After a quick slap to her face, the girl heads back to her makeshift room, preparing for the hellish day to come.
