"I can sense your eyes drilling into my skull... couldn't you sleep?"
The night passed peacefully, yet, neither of them felt relaxed. Rick had his hand frustratedly covering his eyes, slowly attempting to outweigh the guilt.
Everyone eventually dies, it wasn't his fault she died.
Lori though... he had no right to treat her the way he did.
"Mhm... I couldn't snooze. You don't seem like you did either." (Y/n)'s throat was dehydrated, she hasn't drunk water in over eight hours, and crying didn't help either.
Moving his hand away, Rick revealed the dark bags that formed under his eyes. He tilted his head to take a good glimpse at her.
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.
The two suddenly burst into a fit of laughter, neither of them said any joke yet they somehow found the situation amusing.
"You look so frightening." (Y/n) didn't hang back on pointing out the harsh reality. Rick had walker blood all over his face, he ruthlessly slaughtered them one by one.
"I bet I stink too." Rick didn't know how the woman tolerated his scent while consoling him last night.
"You do, but your mental state was worse than your smell. Worth dealing up with your nauseating odor." (Y/n) stood up, dusting off her clothes. Well, speaking about hygiene, she'll have to change. Her clothes are coated with Lori's blood, not any different from a walker's.
"Would you like me to fetch your clothes?" (Y/n) slowly strolled towards the hall that led back to the prison, awaiting a response.
After thinking for a bit, Rick came up with an answer, "Yes, wouldn't want Carl to see me in this condition."
(Y/n) agreed, it might be disturbing for a kid his age to see more gore and blood.
Arriving at the cell block, (Y/n) was greeted with a smell of aromatic food. Her stomach grumbled, she needs to feed on something before her guts devour itself.
"Oh, (N/n)! We all were concerned about you, so I went to check on you last night. I saw you and Rick... cuddled and comfortable. I didn't want to bother you so I just told them you two are comfortably sleeping." Beth approached the woman, delighted to see her.
"Oh, you don't have to worry about me, I can take care of myself." (Y/n) gently shifted Beth's blonde strands aside from the girl's face, but the wholesome moment was broken by the sound of (Y/n)'s stomach.
"You sound hungry, (N/n)." Carol came up to them with the newborn cradled in her arms. (Y/n) felt her lips subconsciously lift, as she gently leaned down to plant a gentle kiss on the baby's plump cheek.
The baby was peaceful, displaying solace. Lucky her... she drank milk, while (Y/n) didn't have anything in her mouth yet.
"I envy you." (Y/n) nuzzled the baby, inhaling the addicting fragrance. Beth giggled, turning around to go towards the preparation table.
"Go get ready, I'll organize something for you to eat." Finally, (Y/n) will feast. Going to her prison cell, (Y/n) grabbed fresh pair of inner and outer clothes.
Being in a prison cell means no privacy, as there are no curtains to hide her. That's why she chose her prison cell to be upstairs, hoping that it means more privacy.
Sadly, this wasn't the case.
As she was hooking her clean bra, her eyes were glued to a pair of dumbfounded ones. Those eyes held no ill intent, yet, the tension in the room thrived.
Glenn, who just returned from outdoors heard that (Y/n) is in her prison cell, so he wanted to visit her, but it was a big mistake.
"I'm sorry!" Glenn quickly gave her his back, feeling embarrassed that he walked in just when she was changing.
