you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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tw: violence & death.
(21 weeks pregnant — 5 months)
season 6, episode 11
My relaxed body slept soundlessly through the quiet night, Rick's warm arms wrapped around me comfortably. The soft hum of the baby monitor and Rick's breathing's gentle rise and fall were the only sounds that filled the quiet night.
That is until I heard soft pads of footsteps enter the room, followed by a soft creak of the door. My body stiffened at the noise, my eyes slowly fluttering open. I tried my hardest to fall back asleep, thinking it was just my imagination.
Right up until I hear an unfamiliar voice cut through the darkness.
"Rick. Rick, wake up."
Immediately, Rick and I shot up from our positions in bed, both of us reaching for our weapons. I pressed the white sheet against my naked chest, using my other hand to hold my Colt Frontier tightly.
I blinked away the exhaustion that weighed on my eyelids, my eyes focusing on the strange person in front of me. It was a man who was a few inches shorter than Rick, he had a thick brown beard, long brown hair, sharp blue eyes, and a black outfit that blended into the darkness.
The stranger held up his hands as he looked between us, a small smirk growing on his face. "We should talk." he sighed.
My hand tightened around my weapon, my finger moving to fiddle with the trigger. "Who the hell are you?" I scoffed, my voice raspy from the sleep I had just been pulled out of.
The man's blue eyes bounced between mine and Rick's, a sigh escaping him. "Look, I need to talk about something, it's urgent. So, get... dressed and I'll be out there," the stranger advised, his thumb pointing behind him.
Before either of us could respond, the man wandered out of the room, closing the door behind him softly. I stood in the same spot, my gun never faltering out of my grip as I stared at the door with the same gaped and confused expression.
Rick slowly lowered his gun to his side, quickly bending out to retrieve his boxers from the ground. I cleared my throat, slowly sitting on the bed as I tried to process what had just happened.
"This has to be a dream, right?" I murmured tiredly, using the palm of my hand to rub my aching head.
The ex-sheriff slowly turned his head toward me, a weary yet determined look in his ocean-blue eyes. "I wish it was, but it's not," he replied, pulling on his jeans– not bothering to put on a shirt. "We need to find out what he wants."
I furrowed my brows, tilting my head to the side. "I thought you said someone was watchin' after him? How the hell did he get out?" I questioned Rick as I reached out to grab my underwear and bra.
