The Lucky One//twd

039. Nothing Left Soft

Madison's POV

I should've known.

The way Lori was breathing that morning — too shallow, too fast. The way her hand kept going to her back like she was trying to hold herself together.

She was pale. Sweating. Her lips were cracked and dry no matter how much water she drank.

Everyone said she was just tired.

But I knew.

People always say you don't feel death coming. But I do. Every time.

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It started in the middle of the day.

Maggie was helping her walk when Lori buckled, knees hitting the cement like a dropped rag doll. The sound of her body hitting the ground echoed through the cell block like a gunshot.

I was across the yard, dragging fencing with Blake and Glenn.

Then I heard Carl scream.

The kind of scream that doesn't ask for help. The kind that knows it's already too late.

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I don't remember getting there.

One second I was outside. The next I was in C-Block, crouched beside Lori's body as Maggie tried to keep her awake.

Blood was spreading beneath her like ink. Her shirt was soaked through. Her hand reached out, weak, grabbing air.

"I'm here," I said. My voice didn't sound like mine. "Lori. I'm right here."

She looked at me with glassy eyes and smiled.

Like it mattered.

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It wasn't a birth

It was a death sentence.

There was no time to move her. No equipment. No medicine.

Just Maggie with shaking hands. Carl trying to keep it together. Me pressing cloths to her stomach like it would make a difference.

"Baby's breech," Maggie whispered, panicked. "She's not gonna— I can't—"

Lori grabbed her wrist.

"You can," she rasped. "You have to."

Then she looked at me.

"Madison. Listen to me."

I didn't want to. I didn't want to hear her last words.

"Take care of him," she whispered. "Carl needs someone. It's not fair — but you know what it's like."

She knew. She knew.

About Shane. About everything I never said.

I nodded. Because what else could I do?

Then Lori took one last breath — and started screaming.

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Maggie made the incision.

Lori bit down on a rag and screamed until her voice gave out. Her body arched. Blood spilled over Maggie's forearms like water through a cracked pipe.

I held Lori's shoulders down. Carl held her hand.

No one cried.

We just worked.

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And then she was gone

The baby came out blue and quiet.

Maggie turned her over, smacked her back, cleared her mouth. We held our breath until she wailed.

Lori didn't.

Her eyes were open, but she wasn't there.

Carl didn't say anything. Just stood up, pulled the gun from his belt, and stepped around to her side.

Maggie turned away. I stayed.

I didn't cry. I didn't scream.

Carl looked at me like he needed permission.

I gave him the smallest nod.

He pulled the trigger.

It was the cleanest part of the day.

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Everyone moved on fast.

Buried Lori. Named the baby Judith. Took stock of supplies.

Rick didn't speak. He just disappeared.

I stayed quiet. Watched everyone through glass. Like I wasn't really here.

Carl didn't ask for comfort. He didn't offer any either.

We both knew what it felt like to be the one left standing.

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I stopped talking to almost everyone.

Not out of spite. Just... didn't see the point.

Blake tried. Of course he did. Always nearby, always watching. Always asking how I was doing with those damn soft eyes.

I didn't answer. Not once.

Maggie offered to brush my hair again. I pulled away.

Hershel said I should talk about it. I walked off.

Even Beth's humming made my skin crawl. Everything soft made me want to scream.

There was no softness left in me.

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I lay in my cell with my back to the wall. The baby cried sometimes. Carl would get up, whisper lullabies to her in that dead voice of his. I stayed awake, staring at the ceiling.

Blake sat outside my door sometimes. He never knocked. Never said anything.

He just sat there.

Like he thought that maybe, one day, I'd say something back.

I didn't.

Not yet.

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There are too many ghosts here.

Lori's voice. Dale's hat. Shane's memory. Sophia's shoes. The farm. The fire. The shot.

Every time I close my eyes, I'm right back in that cell, holding Lori's hand as she died.

It's the quiet that gets me. Not the blood. Not the screaming. It's the way she looked at me and smiled.

Like I was still something good in this world.

I don't know if I believe that anymore.