FATHERS RIFLE • C.Grimes

ೀ⋆｡˚ CHAPTER 11 ೀ⋆｡˚

"hi daddy" faye smiled as she walked towards her father, "hey, kid." he muttered as he sharpened his knife "whatcha doing over here? aren't you and carl meant to be hanging out or something?" he looked up from his knife to look at her.

"i was.. until he told carol heaven wasn't real then walked off" she explained, taking a seat on the dirt infront of him.

"do you agree with rick killing randall?" faye spoke up "it ain't my business. the group is screwed but ricks to blind to see it. we'd be better off setting off without them and surviving just us." daryl stated.

"hm." she mumbled, doodling in the dirt with a small stick. "were only still here so you can live with a bit of normality. having friends and 'family' around." he muttered.

"do you ever miss mom?" the girls gaze never left the ground as she spoke. "me and your mom were done years before the outbreak, faye." his brows furrowed.

"i mean now, now she's dead." she looked up at her father. "you don't know that. maybe she got out, there's no need to always assume the worst faye." he remarked.

a few minutes later faye wandered off, finding herself in the woods looking for foxes. the grass brushed against her knees as she slowly walked into the wooded area.

a rustle in the trees made faye's head zoom around to the source. she slowly walked closer, her hand on her knife.

the rustling got closer, as faye got closer only to bump into carl, fear written all over his face. "what are you doing out here." she furrowed her brows. "walker" he mumbled grabbing her wrist and dragging her along with him out the woods.

"here." he mumbled handing her gun back "you stole it? i thought my dad confiscated it again." she placed her gun in the bag on her dads motorbike before catching up to him, walking back to the main camp.

"come on, carl, faye. i want you to stay with jimmy." lori told the two as they entered the house. "fine by me. i'd rather sit in a room with shane for 48 hours than have to sit through another boring meeting." she remarked.

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later that night, faye leant her head against her dads side as she listened to lori and rick talk. the peaceful moment was soon interrupted by a scream.

daryl sprung into action, slinging his crossbow over his shoulder and instructing faye to stay inside the house with carl until someone said it was safe to come out.

faye sprinted into the house, along with carl, locked the door and sat down on the couch. her heart raced as she watched from the curtain. unable to see much just flashlights drastically moving around.

hershel ran out the house a few moments later, building up faye's anxiety even more. she chewed nervously on her bottom lip as she debated on following him. anxiety took over her consciousness and she was now running down to the field, behind hershel.

she reached the others, her eyes widened looking down at dale, his guts on display while he gurgled.

she choked up, unable to move, completely frozen. as rick raised his gun to end dales suffering, faye hid her face in glenn's side not wanting to watch the sight that was about to happen.

"sorry brother." she heard her fathers mumbled before one gunshot rang out.

faye zoned out for the entirety of the burial. staring down at the grave which dale lay in as she thought about every memory she had with dale.