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The rain came pouring down
When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe
And by morning
Gone was any trace of you, I think I am finally clean
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It's been six and a half months since they took in the people of Woodbury.
The group has been working hard to fix up the prison as best they can. They started farming. They have pigs and horses.
They've cleared out more cell blocks, making them cozy for the new arrivals.
Rick decided not to be in charge anymore. They formed a council. Hershel, Sasha, Glenn, Carol, Daryl, and Elaina are on it. They help make important group decisions.
Rick and Elaina wake up in one of the prison towers. She's lying on his bare chest.
"Morning." He mumbles, kissing her cheek as he stands, getting dressed.
She smiles, getting dressed herself.
Once he's done he walks over to her, placing his hands on her hips gently. "When can I convince you to put down the sword?"
She groans, pulling away. "We've talked about this a million times, Rick. I'm not a farmer. I'm supposed to be out there."
He sighs. "It's safe here. You don't have to go past the walls so much."
"Nowhere is safe. The Governor is still out there somewhere!" She says, raising her voice slightly.
He steps closer, putting his hands on her shoulders this time. "You're right."
She nods. "I know I am. I can't sit around growing carrots. I have to be out there. Hell, me and Daryl just found Bob the other day on a run. It's important."
For the last few months of peace, Elaina and Daryl have been taking more and more runs together. She truly considers him her best friend, alongside Michonne.
They work well together and being confined into the prison daily is too much for her.
The three of them go out sometimes, in search of the Governor, to put an end to the constant thought of him coming back.
In the process, they've welcomed several new members to their group. Their most recent being an ex-army medic named Bob.
Elaina slides her sword into her holster, kissing Rick softly. "Maybe one day. Just not today."
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Later that morning, Elaina sees Rick and Carl down by the pig pen.
After Carl ended the teen soldier's life while he was trying to surrender, Rick took away his gun.
Rick himself, has stopped killing. He barely leaves the prison. He just spends all day tending to the garden and his animals. Hershel taught him the things he needed to know, and Rick took a liking to it.
Elaina hums to herself, as she walks up to a food stand. People sit around in the shade, eating barbecue and chatting.
She walks up to Carol who is serving up food.
They talk for a moment before Daryl walks up. Several people say hello as he passes them.
Elaina raises an eyebrow at Carol and the two giggle slightly. "Just so you know, we liked you first." Elaina says with a smile.
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Sheriff's Lover ||| Rick Grimes
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