New Sheriff in Town | Rick Grimes x Female OC

8 | ''Center for Disease Control''

Ricks POV.

Setting down my walkie, I let out a sigh of frustration. Morgan never responded. 

I stare at the sunrise—dawn, if you must—and yet the static from the walkie is the only thing to be heard. I walk back towards whatever is left of our camp, seeing Daryl shove the end of a pickaxe into the head of a dead walker. Glenn and T-Dog carry the limp body over towards the burning fire, guaranteeing that they won't be coming back. Walking past them, I find Dale and Shane standing by the actual fire that doesn't consist of corpses being charred at the bottom of it. "She still wont move?" I look over to Andrea who's still leaned over her sisters, Amy, dead body. Dale shakes his head, wanting to say something but couldn't get the words out.

"Won't even talk to us." Lori speaks up as she rests her elbows on her knees, staring into the fire. "She's been there all night... What'do we do?"

"We can't just leave Amy like that." Shane speaks up to the right of me, his eyes locked onto Andrea and Amy. "We need to deal with it. Same as the others." All I can do is nod my head before starting to walk towards Andrea.

"I'll tell her how it is." I glance down at Shane, his eyes never meeting mine. I'm not surprised. Not only me, but also Morales had torn him a new one after finding out he'd tied Natalie—along with Jim—against that tree all because he believed he knew 'what was best for the safety of my wife and son'. He almost got Natalie killed and yet still shows no remorse. In all my life of knowing Shane, I've never seen him pull this type of shit. It's really starting to make me wonder what he's been up to the entire time I was gone looking for Lori and Carl.

I make my way over to Andrea, only walking a few feet before reaching her. I go to crouch down beside her before speaking up. "Hey Andrea—" before I can get another word out, her pistol is clocked and pointed directly at my face. I start to stand back up, not wanting to get shot after all I've been through to even be standing here.

"I know how the safety works." Andrea speaks up, her eyes are boring into mine as she holds the pistol up with no hesitation.

"Alright," I manage to get out, subtly shaking my head in agreement as sweat drips off of me from this hot day. "Okay—I'm sorry." I continue to back up, Andrea's pistol still hounding me down as the barrel stares right back at me. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry." I whisper out, half apologizing for pissing her off, and half for her sister who still lays lifeless in front of her. I continue to back myself up, trying to get that weapon out of my face. I go back to Dale, Shane, and Lori; all of them now standing and worried if Andrea is going to go off like a bomb.

This is going to be a long day.

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The midday sun beats down on the majority of us; Daryl and Carol have joined us to discuss our new found matter while Natalie paces slowly back-and-forth between me and Daryl.

"Daryl's right." Natalie's voice speaks up, catching my attention as our eyes meet. "Amy is dead; she's a ticking time bomb just like what he said." She throws her right arm up lazily as she gestures to Daryl on her Right.

"What do you suggest." I look between the two, both of them sharing a look before Daryl steps up to me.

"Take the shot." He throws his left arm over towards Andrea and Amy, never breaking eye contact with me as he speaks. "Clean in the brain from here; hell I can hit a turkey between the eyes from this distance—"

Lori chimes in, cutting him off. "No. Gods sakes let her be." She sits back down, the group of us looking either at her or between ourselves. Shane gives me a look of agreement before I nod, making Daryl huff off away from us. Natalie just stares mindlessly at the group with her hands on her hips. She goes to open her mouth but quickly shuts it, her mind obviously running with her own troubles. Before I can get anything out, she's off towards Jim.