traded my life [TWD]

『132』

hi hello it me

tw: mentions of the governor and Grady SA to hyejin and maggie bc hyejin and rick are fighting and girlie is fed up

stay safe bbs I love u

"Can you at least talk to me before-"

I slam the knife into the walker's head. It was once someone that lived down the street. They didn't survive the herd, though.

"Talk about what, Rick?" I ask him, kicking the dead body to the ground.

Rick sighs. He hasn't slept or ate- much like me. "About what happened."

I scoff and put my knife away. I pick up the body by the ankles, dragging it across the street.

"About how you were supposed to trust me with making decisions? How you put shit on me and swear 'this time' I have the say so, but you never fucking go with what I say?" I rant.

"It's not like that. You know that," he argues, catching up to help tug the body to the rest. 

I drop the body at once, making him stumble. 

"Yes, it is! You tell me to make decisions because you're not in the right space, but you never do what I say! You lash out and then I have to clean your mess!" I complain. "And then, what? You go hide behind Michonne?"

"This has nothing to do with Michonne," he denies.

"It does. And you know that," I scoff.

Rick lets go of the body as well and I figure that respecting the dead was out the window. Cleanup of Alexandria had begun.. Abraham was leading a crew to rebuild the wall that had fallen.

Carl was healing. He had woken up once, but could't say anything yet. He'd gotten shot by Ron during the herd, a predicament I still hadn't talked out with Rick yet. I had too many thoughts on that matter.

"But when I ask you anything, you remind me that I'm the leader," Rick argues, making my eyes widen. "'I'm the leader, but you're the leader'' those are your words, Hyejin."

"Me agreeing to you saying some fucking words of encouragement is not the same as you making decisions for the better of the group!" I snap.

I place my hands on my hip, the two of us having a stand off over dead bodies of strangers and Alexandria residents.

"I told you I was going with Glenn and you changed that! Glenn almost died out there and I could've been there to stop it! If I had, I would've been home sooner and Carl wouldn't have gotten shot!"

"So, it's my fault now? That my son got shot?" Rick clarifies.

"It sure stopped me from fixing it," I mumble, dragging another body.