GAIGE•{TWD}

Feelings

Hey love bugs!!! This one's gonna be a bit of a filler! just don't feel like were ready for the barn yet lol! hope you enjoy, love ya bunches!!
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The next few moments rushed by, Gale had gotten Daryl to the house, practically dragging him up the stairs and through the front door.

She had pushed every set of hands off of him besides her own, but just as she cleared them all out, they were replaced by new ones. The Greene family ripped him from her arms, whisking him off into the room she previously had been in.

She tried to follow, pushing past the little blonde one trying to keep her back. Soon, her brother's arms came, helping in keeping her back from following after her best friend despite her protests and screams. "NO! NO RICK I NEED TO GO! HE NEEDS ME HE- I NEED TO- LET ME GO!" 

The door to the room soon got slammed shut right in her face, and more arms joined her brothers, pulling her back and all the way out of the house.

As she stepped through the door way they all let her go as she scrambled away, nearly falling off the porch. She had turned, catching herself on the banister, now facing out, away fron the house.

She slammed her eyes shut, gripping that banister the death, attempting to calm herself.

But then a voice, that annoying fucking voice. "Oh my god is- is he ok? I never would've shot if i knew it was him, i-i thought it was an infected." 

Gale slowly looked up, peeling her eyes open and being meet with that stupid ass ponytail. She did it. It was her. She shot that round. She's the reason Daryls lying inside, bleeding out. Her. Her. HER.

She took off like a mad man, jumping over the banister and sprinting full speed. Andrea screamed as she tackled her to the ground.

And then her fists began flying, throwing punch after punch, hearing bones crack and feeling blood splatter.

Multiple arms had been attempting to pull her back, failing a few times. Until finally, they were able to get her off, her now on her back as Andrea groaned and sat up, holding a hand to her face. "W-what the fuck- is..what the FUCK IS WRONG WITH Y-" The bottom of Gales boot coming at her was the last thing she saw, giving her deja vu before passing out.

Gale fought against the arms containing her as they stood her up, most letting go once she got to her feet besides two sets. Rick and Shane walked her off all the way to the tree line, her protesting and fighting against them the whole way.

She finally got them off of her, pushing them back and whipping around towards them. They were both doing their stupid cop stances, looking at her like she was a degenerate they picked up.

"You..you're- GOD DAMN IT GALE. You cannot..I-" Rick took a breath after scolding her, groaning before licking his lips and calming himself.

"Ok. I-I understand, alright? She shot Daryl, you got mad, she's a..well..she's a bit of an idiot who deserved that. BUT, you cannot, and i mean CANNOT EVER do that again. Do you hear me? We need this place. We need these people. So you- you're..yes. You are gonna apologize to her, to Hershel, to EVERYONE. And you are going to promise me that we will never have to have this conversation again as long as we're here, alright?" 

All Gale did was give a small nod, looking to the ground and clenching her fists. "Gale."  "OKAYUH. Ya i promise.."  "AND?"  "Ill...i'll apologize..can i go now?"  Rick sighed before nodding, Gale storming off afterwards, muttering insults and arguments as she stomped off to the house.

Everyone stared at her as she passed, but she frankly didn't give a shit as she walked up the steps on the porch and through the front door.

Andrea was lying on the couch, holding a bag of frozen peas to her nose. Dale was beside her, reading a book. Andrea sat up quickly when Gale walked in, accidentally dropping the bag on the ground as she scrambled away. Gale just stared at her for a moment, cringing at her bloody, swollen face.