Colours | Daryl Dixon

CHAPTER V.

Allison's Point of View

"Why, Rick?" I asked, eyeing him as he stayed at the slightly opened door.

He slightly looked over his shoulder then back outside. "Why what?"

"Why are you doing this? Don't you want to lie down in a comfortable bed without worrying that the dead might kill y'all?"

He closed the door as he walked towards us. He positioned himself in front of us. His left arm resting on his left knee. While his right knee are on the ground to balance himself.

"Why do you think I'm doing this?" He asked back.

I shrugged my shoulders, chuckling sarcastically. "I get that you just want to protect your group - just like what we're doing. But, isn't it like protecting your group from knowing what's best right now?" I asked, my question was just rhetorical.

"What's best right now?"

"Come with us." I replied. "That's what's best for your group, Rick." I bit my lower lip inside.

He was gonna say something when the baby cried again, but more loud. It's like, she's hungry or she pooped.

Rick carried her daughter as he began preparing her a.. food?

I sighed, resting my head on Aaron's shoulder. "I'm tired." I whispered.

He chuckled. "We can convince him." Aaron whispered back. "You saw the jar of applesauce in our bag, right?"

I stared at the baby while Rick is carrying her.

Rick stopped for a moment when Aaron mentioned the thing about the applesauce I made.

"Give her some," I cleared my throat, I can feel it slowly drying. "I prepared it before we left. It has a lot of healthy stuff, Rick." I added. I know I sounded sincere, but dang, I hate it.

Rick made his way towards the jar. I don't know what he's doing, but I think it's no good. He walked towards us. He's holding a spoon. He extended it in front of me. "What? You think I'm gonna poison your own baby daughter?" I rolled my eyes. "We're tied up here and your baby is crying, Rick!" I yelled a bit. "Come on! Trust us a bit!" My breathing began being unstable again. "You think killing your daughter in your arms would make a difference?" I scoffed.

He bent down in front of me. "Maybe she doesn't die. Maybe she gets sick. Maybe you're the only ones that can help her and I just lose."

"Rick, we can help her because we have an applesauce and we all win." Aaron said, still trying to convince this asshole in front of me. If it weren't for that baby, I would've kicked him, or worse, just kill them all.

Rick extended the spoon in front of me. I moved my head away from it a bit. "I hate applesauce." I'm sure my face looks disgusted right now. "I'm allergic to it. I'm gonna have an - "

"Eat this." Rick insisted. He extended it again. I can feel the sticky texture of it against my closed lips.

"Rick, just give it to me." I saw Aaron gulped. I know he's not a fan of applesauce because he hates it.

"No, she has to eat this."

I gulped the lump inside my throat as I opened my mouth a bit. Geez. Even though it's not in my mouth yet, I can imagine the allergic reaction later. When Rick put it inside my mouth, I immediately gulped it down.