Lilly Watkins has always been the strong one compared to her twin. That doesn't change when the dead start walking. Taking care of her family during the apocalypse, she never relied on anyone else. When she meets Daryl Dixon, a more temperamental pe...
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Maggie comes into the barn, pushing in a curly-haired brunette man. "Guys, this is Aaron."
Daryl immediately goes outside, checking to see if he's alone. Maggie confirms he is. "We took his weapons and we took his gear." Daryl pats him down anyway.
"Hi," Aaron says nervously as about a dozen weapons and eyes are on him. Judith begins crying and Carl takes her. Tiff already has Cash.
"It's nice to meet you," the man says, stepping forward to shake Rick's hand. He stops when everyone goes to jump him.
"You said he had a weapon," Rick says to Maggie. She gives it to him and he scoffs at the little revolver. "Is there something you need?"
"He has a camp," Sasha says.
"They all have camps, until they don't," I speak up, crossing my arms.
"He wants us to audition."
"Audition?" I raise my eyebrows.
"I wish there was another word for it. It makes us sound like we're some kind of dance group. That's only on Friday nights. It's not a camp, it's a community. I think you all would make valuable additions, but it's not my call. My job is to convince you all to follow me all back home."
I look over at Rick who is shaking his head at me.
"I know, I wouldn't go either. Not until I knew exactly what I was getting into. Sasha, can you bring my pack?"
Rick pulls out an envelope of pictures. I'm stunned, my fingers reaching out to touch the papers. He explains their walls and set up and I can tell it's slightly swaying Rick.
"We need people. You could make us stronger," he says, looking at each of us.
Rick brushes past me and punches him out cold. "Rick!"
"Don't start, Lilly."
"He seemed like an okay guy to me," Michonne starts in on him as well.
"They're coming for us! Eyes everywhere!" Rick orders, ignoring her too.
She eyes me, anger directed at Rick in her eyes. Maggie and her clean him up as he comes to.
"Sit him up!" Rick orders and I'm not liking how he's been lately. Hershel's words echo in my head about who the real leader is. Lately it's not felt like him again.
"How many people are out there? You have a flair gun to signal them."
"Does it matter?" Aaron hesitates.
"Yes, yes it does."
"Whatever number I tell you, you're not going to trust me."
"How can I trust a man who smiles after he's been punched?"
"How about trusting the man that leaves water on the road for you?"
Rick's eyes widen. "How long have you been following us?"
