Lost | Daryl Dixon

20 - Break

Elizabeth's POV

"Okay, now take a deep breath in before you shoot - your aim will be less shaky," Shane said, hands on my arms as he aimed up my shot. I did as commanded, looking down the scope as I stared at my target. "You got it, now - shoot!"

I pressed down on the trigger, hitting the moving target perfectly and grinning as I did. I looked back at my boyfriend - I still got butterflies just thinking of him like that, as he placed my gun down and turned me around, kissing me against the booth. "I gotta pay extra for this special attention, Mr. Instructor?" I teased as he smirked against my lips. He shook his head.

"Mhm-mm, for beautiful ladies like you it's on the house," He slapped my ass as I gasped, he went and grabbed an automatic. "Now, let's try something else."

"You know, I'd think you seeing me shooting things was a turn-on, Officer Walsh," I teased as he shrugged, a toothy grin emerging. He passed me an AK, it was heavy as I held it in my arms, the cold metal making me shiver. "When will I ever need a gun this big."

"Not with me, baby - I always got your back."

I grabbed Rick's attention before he joined the others with the map, still trying to avoid Shane for as long as I could. "Yo, Rick," I called out, nervously. I wasn't sure how we were going to handle this one - but I know I'd feel better doing so after everyone had their gun training. "I'm not going to help train, I gotta sort out something here."

"Mind telling me what that something is?" He leaned over and looked at me. "You alright? You look like shit."

"Thanks, Ricky," I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine, just - I'll tell you later. I promise."

He gave me a look, but didn't push as I gave him pleading eyes. He nodded, taking the map over to the car as I slipped away, towards my tent now I knew Shane was elsewhere.

I crawled in, quickly grabbing my backpack and bedroll - before having an idea and dropping my backpack, pulling out the photo album, searching through briefly before finding a photo of our wedding - him with his arms around me kissing my cheek, and me leaning into him with a smile. I grimaced, pulling it out and placing it on his pillow carefully, and then pulling out the ring. I stared at the ugly thing for a moment, before placing it on top of the photo.

I put the photos back in my backpack, slipped out of the entrance and heading to the RV as Shane spoke to Carl in front of it. I saw him glance in my direction but I ignored him, walking into the RV and dumping my bag and bedroll next to the bed already in the back - a tight squeeze.

Walking back out, I saw Carl staring at Shane. "Hey, let me see what you got there." I heard him call.

I froze as Carl raised his shirt and revealed a pistol tucked into his trousers. "Carl?!" I gasped, getting Lori and Rick's attention as everyone stared at the child with the gun. I grabbed Carl, sitting him at the bench in the centre as Shane followed behind me, as did Lori, Rick and Dale. I crouched in front of Carl, holding out my hand. "Gun. Now."

He made no arguments, handing me the gun as I checked the chamber seeing it was loaded. I shook my head at the boy in disappointment, turning back to the four adults - avoiding Shane and Lori's eyes but not running away. Carl's well-being was too important. "How the hell did this happen?" Lori questioned, still looking fearful of me - like I would scream out her secret then and there. Not that I wasn't tempted.

"Well, it's my fault. I let him into the RV," Dale muttered, glancing up to see Lori's maternal fury. "He said he wanted a walkie, that you sent him for one."