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Picture, picture, smile for the picture
Pose with your brother won't you be a good sister?
Everyone thinks that we're perfect
Please don't let them look through the curtains
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"Keep an eye out for booby traps." Rick tells Elaina.
They near a building that is protected by dozens of spears.
"Looks like he's gotten pretty creative so far." He speaks.
"I thought we were just gonna get in, and get out?" Elaina asks, genuinely.
"I'm not leaving him out on the street."
"Is he the one who saved you? The one you left the map for back at the quarry?"
"Yeah. He wasn't like this then."
He glances down the street where the man named Morgan is still unconscious. Carl has his gun drawn in case he wakes up.
Rick looks back at Elaina. "Jesus, he has a son."
"Think he's in there?" She nods her head towards the building they're in front of.
"Only one way to find out." He replies, slowly making his way forward until he makes it in front of the door.
He goes to step forward, but Elaina grabs his shoulder. "Don't."
He looks down at the welcome mat and slowly lifts it up to reveal a hole in the ground, filled with metal spikes.
"Thank you." He says.
She nods and the two go back to the street to Morgan.
Slowly but surely, they manage to hoist the man's arms over each of their shoulders and start to bring him inside.
They get to the top of the stairs where a large sheet hangs, the words 'Not shitting you' painted onto it.
Elaina goes to take a step, but Rick tells her to stop.
She looks down and sees a tripwire just inches from her shoe.
They manage to get over it and Rick pulls back the curtain to reveal a large bloody axe that would've been released if the wire was touched.
"Carl, watch the wire." Elaina tells the boy who follows behind them.
They make it inside what looks to be the bedroom and stop walking. The walls are covered in words.
A large arsenal of weapons sits to their left.
Rick sighs. "I showed him that weapons locker last year."
"And it had all of this in it?" Elaina asks.
"No, not even half. He's been busy."
Rick and Elaina lead the man over to the cot in the corner of the room. They lay him down.
Elaina walks back over to Carl and the two begin filling their bags with boxes of ammo and weapons.
Rick suddenly speaks. "No."
He turns around to face the two who stare at him with confused looks. "We're gonna wait for him to wake up. Make sure he's okay."
Normally, Elaina would disagree. Normally, she would tell him that the man is dangerous and a wildcard.
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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...
