ALEXANDRIA
Grady is walking down by the pond, his rifle strapped across his shoulder. He looks around then up to the sky, a smile across his face.
Vivian walks up to the gate and Rosita hands her a rifle then cups her face pressing their lips together
Rosita: See you later
Vivian: See you later
Rosita walks past her, leaving. Vivian takes position in front of the gate, gripping the rifle in her hand.
Jenna is sitting in the grass, sharpening her knife.
Brian is sitting on the swing on the porch, he takes a drag of his cigarette exhaling smoke in the air.
Morgan is building a prison cell down in the cellar. He looks around the cell, Ian walks up standing outside the closed door
Ian: Morgan?
Morgan turns around to face him.
Ian: Why?
Morgan: It'll give you some choices next time.
Ian looks around the cell taking it in and smiles
Ian: That's a great idea.
NEXT DAY
Grady is walking back alongside the pond, his rifle slung over his shoulder. He looks around the pond, a smile across his lips. He shuts his eyes and exhales.
Jenna launches her knife forward hitting the center of a log and walks forward yanking it out
Lyla is sitting on the swing, Brian walks up and leans down pecking her softly on the lips before walking off the porch.
Rosita reaches down grabbing her jeans and slides them up her legs, clipping the buttons and tightens her belt. She swings her flannel shirt over her body.
Vivian is sleeping naked underneath the blankets in bed. Rosita leans down pressing her lips to her forehead, smiling down at her, running her fingers through her hair.
Brian is kneeled down taking a small bag out from under a bike. He unzips it pulling out a small toy soldier.
Lyla: Didn't leave a notice. Got yourself a bike again.
Brian: Yeah.
Lyla sits down on the steps of the house. Brian smirks pulling out his pack and takes a cigarette placing it between his lips and lights it
Lyla: I hate you
Brian chuckles taking a long drag, blowing out smoke and sighs in relief.
Brian: Oh yeah that hit the spot
Lyla: Fucking bastard. I got to go nine months without a cigarette.
He moves up sitting down beside her on the steps.
Lyla: Those people Daryl met, the ones in the burnt forest, they took his bike?
Brian: Yeah.
Lyla: He saved them, right?
Brian takes a drag, licking his lips.
Lyla: Sorry. It's who you both are. We're still struck with that.
Brian: No we ain't. I would've killed them.
She looks over at him
Brian: So have we decided on names yet?
Lyla: I narrowed it down to a couple. Through I like one more then the others.
Brian: Yeah, which one you like?
YOU ARE READING
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
