For You // R.G.

Chapter 46

"Are you bleeding?" I asked Rick as he sat next to me against the wall. He looked over at me, he looked down at his shirt which was soaked in blood.

"Yeah... Yeah, I got stabbed."

I went over to him, I groaned from my leg,

"Don't move, I'm fine." He says, wanting me to stay still. I kept moving towards him,

"You could die, let me wrap you up."

He gave me a piece of cloth, I told him to lay down on the ground. I had to take his shirt off to properly wrap his wound. I sighed, knowing he would freak out, I started to unbutton his shirt.

"What are you-"

"Rick, I have to take your shirt off to make sure the wound is covered properly."

He helps me take his shirt off, once he had it off, I felt my breath catch when I touched his skin. It's not like I was scared of the blood or his wound, but finally touching his skin made me feel something. I gulped and tried to get myself together,

"Rick, can you sit up?" I asked softly, I helped him sit up, he flinched from the movement. I started to wrap the cloth around his shoulder and his knife wound, I looked up at him and saw that he was watching me with heavy eyes.

"Thank you." He says sincerely. I nodded, giving him the gesture that it was okay. I admired his facial features the twentieth time today. He then looked back at me, I was done wrapping him up, I then heard Morgan from behind us,

"I thought you had a son."

Rick looked up, I moved away from him, Rick got up, I would've helped him but my leg prevented me. Rick started getting his shirt back on,

"I do... He's getting a crib for my daughter."

Morgan glanced at me, he then moved his eyes to Rick

"Who is she?" He asked about me,

Rick paused, I waited for him to answer

"She's a friend."

Morgan nodded, still watching me, I think he disbelieved Rick's definition of me.

"Where's your wife?"

"She's dead."

Morgan smiled, he explained that his son was attacked by his turned wife, leaving Rick disturbed.

"You should come back with us."

"I can't." Morgan stated

"We will take care of you-"

"I can't watch anymore people die, Rick. Why do you need the guns? Everyone always wanting more guns." Morgan says, he was mentally ill, he needed help.

"Morgan, we are going to win." Rick says, referring to the governor and our group.

"I need to clear... People like you... The good people, they die. And the bad people, they do too. But the weak people... The people like me, we have inherited the earth." He smiled, his eyes watery. "We are the people who now clear."

...

Carl and Michonne returned with a crib about ten minutes later, we were leaving with a few bags full of guns. As we left, Morgan was setting up more traps.

"Sorry I shot at you." Carl says to morgan. Morgan looked up, but we kept walking, Morgan came up to him,

"Don't ever be sorry, boy." He says into his eyes. Carl watched as Morgan left to keep up with his traps. We walked away,

"Still insane." Michonne muttered.

Rick was helping me walk, I had my arm wrapped around his shoulder and neck, trying to keep my weight off of my right side.

"You okay?" He asked me, I said "yes", we kept walking to the car. Once we reached it, Rick helped me climb into the back seat. Him and Michonne were talking while loading the guns in the back. Rick slipped in the back seat next to me, Michonne was driving, I was curious as to why he was back here with me.

"There's still that 3 percent chance." He says, I look over at him, he was looking forward but glanced at me when he felt my eyes on him. He gave off a normal, pissed off Rick vibe, but it also felt kinder, making me feel more comfortable about him being back here with me.

I fell asleep on the way to the prison, I didn't know that I ended up laying against Rick's shoulder, and I ended up snuggling with his arm. But when I woke up, I figured it out, once I did, I sat up.

He was looking at me with caring eyes, ones that made me rethink his hatred towards me. I then started to get mad at him, I held my tongue until Carl and Michonne got out. I looked at Rick, about to freak the fuck out on him,

"What is your problem?!" I yelled, his smile faded away and he furrowed his eyebrows.

"My problem?-"

"You hate me one minute-- you despise me, then the next thing I know, you're letting me cuddle with your limbs and smiling at me!"

"Max, I'm trying to get better."

I stammered on my words, I then say, "It isn't working out for me, Rick. I don't know whether to approach you with caution or with open arms."

He was about to say something else but I opened the door, about to get out

"Max, you're going to fall!" Rick yelled, I got even more pissed off when he yelled at me. I put my left leg on the ground, I tried to apply pressure on my right leg, it hurt like hell but I could manage. I limped up to the prison.

"Max!" I heard him yell from behind, I ignored him and tried to reach the prison before he came, but once I started to fall, I felt him catch me.

"Oh my god- get away from me!"

"No." He says. He then tried to help me for a few steps while I flailed my arms around, trying to get him away from me.

"Fine, if you want to be difficult..." I hear him say, I then feel my legs being scooped from the ground, he had picked me up in his arms like a bride. I started to go ballistic, calling him dirty names and trying to push myself away from him. He just kept walking, once we reached the prison, he says

"Judith is probably sleeping."

I was silent, he named her. And I stayed silent because she was supposedly sleeping. Once he went to my cell, he put me down on the bed. He walked away to the door, Sena walked by but then stopped when she saw Rick, she then looked inside and saw me

"What happened?" She asked, knowing I was hurt, she then saw Rick's bloody shirt.

"I'm fine, she needs to be looked at." Rick says. Sena nods and walks away, assuming she was getting Hershel. Rick stayed in the doorway, he looked back at me, I looked towards the wall to avoid eye contact with him. Hershel came in,

"So it didn't hit bone?" Hershel asked me, as he sat down he examined the wound.

"No, Hershel, you don't have to do this, I already okayed it." He then turned back to Rick and Sena who were inside, looking at me. Hershel shooed them out. After a few seconds of silence as he examined it, he says

"He still cares about you, max."

I sighed, knowing he sent them out to give me a lecture

"He does not-"

"I see the way he looks at you and he never wants you going on runs. He cares about you." He then looks up at me, done with my leg, "just give it time." And with that, he walks out.