Little Grimes

fourty six

Deanna was bit. She was bit and now we are leaving her behind while we are covered in walker guts.

Rick, Michonne, Shane, Carl, Gabriel, Jessie and her two sons are all covered in guts. I'm trying not to panick but it's so hard. These little boys know nothing about surviving this.

"Are we ready?" Rick asks, looking directly at me like he can see the fear in my eyes.

I silently plead for us to not go.

"Maeve, stay close to Shane," Rick tells me.

Shane offers his hand and I accept it gratefully. I know I have a death grip on his hand but he doesn't make a comment about it.

Shane keeps me in front of him as we walk out of the house that has Deanna inside. She was brave enough to stay alive and hold the walkers off for us. I feel like a million things are circling in my head right now. Can we survive this?

Shane keeps his grip on me, his other hand moving to my waist. The whole trip is a blur. Gabriel takes Judith back to his home. Jessie's youngest son keeps saying her name. The next thing I know, her son is being ripped from her. I can hear her sobs then she is attacked as well.

"Oh no," I hear Rick cry out. Michonne urges us to keep moving. Ron just lost his family in a matter of seconds.

Ron has a gun pointed at Carl and I go to reach for him. Shane has a death grip on me that keeps me from reaching my nephew. Before I can cry out, Michonne's sword has went through Ron but not before the trigger is pulled.

"Dad?" I hear Carl's soft voice.

I only get a glimpse of his face and see that blood is running down. His eye. He's been shot in his bloody eye!

Shane's hand covers my mouth before I have the chance to scream. My baby nephew. Rick grabs him before he has the chance to fall. We all begin the run after Rick to the infirmary. I feel so dizzy. I can barely focus on where my feet are going to. Shane basically holds my weight the entire time while making sure no walkers come near us.

We finally reach Denise. She already has everything ready for Carl. Once Rick sets Carl down, he walks over to me a presses a kiss to my head. He walks right out back into the herd of walkers and begins killing them.

"Michonne?" I ask softly. I'm not even sure exactly what I'm asking for.

She seems to know exactly what I need and nods. She heads out of the house after Rick.

"Stay here and do not leave this house," Shane tells me, finally letting go of me.

"Do not let her leave!" he tells the people around us before walking out of the house after my brother.

I take a shaky seat and Tara comes to me, "are you okay?"

I shake my head. I'm at a loss for words. My nephew. He is the only thing I can think of right now while Denise tries to save him.

Tara squeezes my hands, "i'm going to go help them."

"Thank you."

I'm not sure how long I sit there while the world moves around me.

"Maeve?" His voice is what finally draws me out of my slump.

I look up just as he squats down in front of me. He checks me over then pulls me into his arms.

"Daryl," I whisper as tears finally slip down my face.

My safe person is here finally. He's alive and okay. He came back to me in one piece. I wrap my arms around his neck and let him take away all my pain just with his embrace.

"You're okay?" He asks softly, pulling away to look at me.

"I think so," I nod, looking at him.

I take in his appearance, "you're hurt?"

"It's just a scratch," he answers, pulling us both up.

I slide my hands from his neck to his stomach which causes him to wince. I glare at him and lift up his shirt to reveal terrible road rash.

"What the hell happened?" I ask.

"I crashed my bike because some people were shooting at us," he answers, "quit worrying. I'm fine."

People were shooting at them? What the fuck is happening around here?