Sicky and sweet

Blondie

Rick had been questioning the young boy all morning, Daryl was next into call. He walked along side of Sicily, their hands grazing a few times each minute. She finally linked her pinky with his, his ears went red, but he didn't say a word. 

"Don't wanna do this bullshit." He mumbled, his eyes scanning the land before him.

"Yeah, well you're scary. You're useful, easily intimidating." She emphasizes the last word, over exaggerating it. He turns to look at her, taking a step closer.

"I'm not intimidating." He says lowly. She rolls her eyes, laughing a little bit.

"You like being intimidating."

"Don't wanna be..." He shakes his head, his thumb grazing the palm of her hand. Grateful for the private space they found by the barn. 

"Why not?"

"Don't wanna scare you." He speaks barely above a whisper. She lets a smile creep up softly.

"You don't... if you did, I wouldn't be around you." He hums softly. Looking at the grass beneath his beat-up boots.

"Go on cowboy, go scare the shit out of a teenager." She smiles and brings her hand to the back of his head and grazing her nails at the base of his neck. She left him at the barn, walking back towards the farm once again. Rick catches her before she enters into the house.

"Sicily- might wanna stay away from that barn."

"Why? What's wrong?" Concern laced in her words, her eyes flicker to the barn where Daryl was now entering in.

"We just... don't want to risk anything with this guy. We don't know him; he could be dangerous." He bent his neck down slightly to look in her eyes. She smiles and scoffs.

"The guy looks like he weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet! Plus, I was with Daryl-"

"I know, I know but just please... don't want anything to go wrong." She sighs heavily, and just nods fighting off the urge to dig her heels in the ground.

"Good, okay." He squeezes her shoulder supportively and walks off. From afar, Lori had a green-eyed look in her face. Ever since the woman tried to play hero and ended up flipping one of the cars, she'd be dying for ricks attention. Sicily paid no mind to the woman as she stepped in the house to go check on Maggie and Beth. Whenever she made it to Beths room she noticed something was very wrong.  Beth was laying on the bed unresponsive to Maggie's doting touch. 

"What's wrong with her? She sick?"

"Well, somewhat, she's depressed. Still thinking about the incident. The only time she came out of it was whenever you came back." Sicily let out a tired sigh, inspecting her younger sister.

"Hey B'? How you doing?" Her eyes only flickered to her sister.

"How about you go fix her something to eat?" Sicily turned to Maggie.

"I'll watch her, she just needs us right now."

"I need it to end." Their heads snapped to the small girl in front of them.

"Beth what are you talking about sweet girl?" She rolled her eyes at them.

"I want it to end. I'm tired of this. I'm tired of pretending everything's gonna be okay!" Sicily rolls her eyes. She pushes down the urge to say, 'big whoop' and back hand her.

"No Beth, everything isn't going to be okay. We just got to figure out how to make it bearable." She pushes the white hair out of her face. Beths brows furrowed. 

"Look, you're strong. Stronger than most. It'll be fine eventually... just not now." She reasons with her before standing and making her way to the door.