Always Running {R.G x OC}

Cell Block

Me and Daryl continue to catch up, mostly him explaining what happened with Merle. I wasn't surprised that his mouth once again got him trouble. However, I was a little sad that he wasn't here. We walked back over to Daryl's group just in time to catch the end of the conversation. "Easy. Boss, here will help us." He gestures to Rick, who's name I learned from Daryl along with the others.

I furrow my brow and look at him, "Help us with what?" Rick looks to me and glances to Daryl, who's still holding Sammie. "We'll help you guys clear a Cell Block, however, I'd like something in return." I nod for him to continue, "Food. We'll take half. You give us that, and we'll help." I go to respond but get cut off by Tomas. "There's only a little left." Rick narrows his eyes at him, "That's the deal. Take it or leave it." Andrew, who seemed to be growing increasingly annoyed, spoke up next, "Didn't you hear him? There's only a little left."

I step between them when I realize what they're doing. "Guys, I got this. Go explore the fence or somethin'." They all lower their heads as I give them, what they call, the mom stare. However, as the others walked to the gate, Tomas stayed. "Princessa, You already know I ain't leaving. Why's he holdin' her." I roll my eyes at him before giving him a side eye, "'Cause he's ma brother an' I told 'im he could. If yer gonna stay, keep it closed." He sighs and nods, letting me take the lead.

I nod back before turning to Rick and T-dog, "We'll do half of everything except water and applesauce. Those we can only do, maybe, a quarter of. I'd agree fully, but my daughter's gotta eat too. She's just a baby." Rick looks back at Daryl and Sammie, his cold eyes softening for a moment. He takes a deep breath and extends his hand to me, "You got yourself a deal. However, I don't feel totally comfortable having you clear with us if she's there. She could start crying, and attract unwanted attention. Would you mind leaving her with one of my group?"

I stiffen at the thought of leaving my daughter. They might be cool with Daryl, but they're strangers to me. Tomas must've picked up on it because he puts his hand on my shoulder, shaking his head. "No way. We don't know you. We certainly aren't leaving her with you." I glare up at him, "Tomas. Yer oversteppin' again. I 'preciate yer help, but stop talkin' for me."

I then look over to Rick, "Can ya promise she'd be safe? I don't feel comfortable leavin' her with strangers. However, ma brother clearly trusts ya. All I ask is that I meet whoever is gonna watch her. Daryl said ya got a kid? Surely, ya understand where I'm comin' from." He contemplates it before looking to T-dog, who shrugs. He looks to Daryl and asks him, "You know her best. Should I allow it?" Daryl gives him the 'are you dumb' look and shakes his head, "She ain't psycho. Jus' lookin' out for her kid, man." Rick looks back to me and nods, "Come with me, and call your guys."

I look over to where my friends, and Andrew, went and shout, "Aye! C'mon, we're goin' in." They rush over to us, and we walk inside. Daryl hands me Sammie and goes to grab weapons. Rick grabs my arm and pulls me over to the door. "I'm going to let you in. Don't make me regret it. I figure it's best for you to choose who to leave her with." I nod at him, "I won't. Thank ya, for lettin' me. Also, her name's Sammie if ya wanted ta know."

He nods and opens the gate. I walk in and follow the sound of talking. I walk into a cell and see a pregnant woman, the pretty girl from earlier, a younger blonde girl, and an older woman with short hair. I knock lightly on the bars and walk in. "Hi. My name's Cherokee Dixon. I'm Daryl's sister. Rick told me to come here and see if any of you wouldn't mind watchin' my daughter? It'd jus' be for a bit while we go clear a block."

The older woman gasped when she seen me, giving me a hesitant but tight hug. "Sorry, It's just," She pauses for a moment, "I seen you on the news. I'm sorry about what happened to you. You shouldn't have been arrested. It's not right. I'm Carol." My eyes widen slightly before I slowly nod my head, "It's alright. Past is Past. 'Sides, I got a beautiful outcome from it." I bounce my daughter slightly, smiling at her. The other women walk up next to her, all smiling too. The pregnant lady then looks to me, "How old is she? She looks awfully little." I nod sadly, "She's nine months, almost ten. She's a bit small for her age so was I."