ALEXANDRIA
Brian slowly opens his eyes laying on a cot inside a small room. He lifts his head off the pillow and sits up seeing Lyla sitting in a chair with her arms crossed over her chest.
He chuckles laying his feet on the floor still sitting on the bed.
Brian: How long have I been in here?
Lyla: All night. What's so damn funny?
Brian: It's just I started this shit inside a cell and now I'm back in one. I'm still there
He slides on the bed leaning his back against the wall.
Lyla: Deanna wanted you in here, calm things down. Anna patched you up. Jenna and Carl came by for a while. I sent them home.
She stands up.
Lyla: Brian.
She slides the chair closer to the bed perching herself back down.
Lyla: What are you doing?
Brian sighs running his hand across his face.
Lyla: We put Pete in another house. You could have told me what was happening
Brian: It happened fast and then Noah. Ian wanted to get Jessie and the boys away from Pete. I couldn't tell you about the gun.
Lyla: No you couldn't.
Brian: You wanted this place. I want it.
Lyla: We had to stop being out there.
Brian: Well we're here.
Lyla lets out a scoff.
Lyla: Well you said you weren't.
The door opens up and Rick, Ian, Glenn, Grady, Abraham, Annabelle, and Carol walks inside the room. Annabelle closes the door behind her.
Annabelle: Where'd you get the gun?
Carol: You took it, right? From the armory?
Rick: That was stupid. How did you do it?
Brian shrugs his shoulders
Brian: Just in case.
Grady: Deanna's planning to have a meeting tonight. For anyone who wants to.
Abraham: To kick Hero Hair out?
Grady: To try.
Glenn: We don't know that.
Lyla: Maggie's with Deanna right now. She's gonna find out what it is
Rick: Why'd you do it, Brian?
Brian: I don't honestly know. Jessie was ready to leave. She was gonna leave but then Pete showed up, drunk off his ass and the only person I saw was-----
He sighs hanging his head low
Carol: Your dad?
Brian nods his head
Brian: And I just saw pure red.
Carol: At the meeting you said you were worried about someone being abused and no one was doing anything about it.
Annabelle looks at Ian, arms folded across her chest
Annabelle: Was that Jessie?
Ian nods his head, sighing
Ian: Yeah.
Annabelle: And you took the gun just to be sure that she was safe from a man who wound up attacking Brian.
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TWD-Vivian Grimes
FanfictionVivian Grimes: oldest child of Rick and Lori Grimes. When the dead began attacking the living, she thought her dad was dead until he found his way back to them again