Finding Sophia (The Walking Dead Fanfiction)

Forty-Three: We Ain't Them

Feeling the water run over my body, I shut my eyes and opened my mouth. I laughed, never feeling more relieved for it to rain. I used to hate the rain, the rainy days, mainly because I could never paint them just right.

I run my hands through my tangled hair and smile wider. I grab our water bottles, and we fill them up to the brim. My thirst is quickly quenched. We used to get rain like this all the time in Tennessee, and now that we were heading back up North, it would have to rain more often.

But then we realize it's not just a quick drizzle. It's a full on thunderstorm and we're about to be screwed if we don't get some sort of shelter immediately.

"There's a barn!" Daryl yells.

Next thing I know, we're safe inside a barn with only one exit. Eugene, Gabriel, Carl, and Judy fall asleep almost immediately. Tara and Abraham are on watch up in the loft, and Glenn, Carol, Maggie, and Rosita are on watch downstairs through the windows. Sasha starts a fire. Michonne and Rick begin to discuss what's about to happen. I sit beside Daryl when all who are awake gather round. Sophia sits next to me on my left side, where I have a great view of her ear.

"You need a haircut." I tell her, running my fingers through her long strawberry blonde hair.

"You're welcome to cut it." She says through a yawn. Carol's on her other side and she rests on her shoulder. "Sing, Andie?" She asks.

"You can sing?" Sasha asks.

I shrug, "I don't sound bad, but I'm no Madonna."

"I would hope not." Maggie jokes. I smile ever so faintly and take a soft breath.

"Don't shiver, little one
Don't shiver against the cold
Fall into my arms
And your heart of gold

Don't shiver, little one
Don't shiver against the cold
Fall into my arms
Smile and be bold

You've lost so much
You face your fears
The monsters under the bed are real
Despite all the hate and jeers

Don't shiver, little one
Don't shiver against the cold
Fall into my arms
And your heart of gold

Don't shiver, my little one
Don't shiver against the cold
Fall into my arms
Smile and be bold"

Sophia's asleep at this point with Carol rubbing small circles on the side of her head. I look back at Carl and Judy and sigh again.

"Glad we can still find something beautiful." Rick comments, looking at the kids. "I used to feel sorry for kids that have to grow up now. In this. But I think I got it wrong. Growing up is getting used to the world. This is easier for them."

"This isn't the world. This isn't it." Michonne claims.

Glenn says, "It might be. It might."

"That's giving up." Michonne argues.

I interject, "It's reality. Until we see otherwise, this is what we have to live with."

No one says anything for a minute until Rick says, "When I was a kid I asked my grandpa once if he ever killed any Germans in the war. He wouldn't answer. He said that was grown-up stuff, so so I asked if the Germans ever tried to kill him. But he got real quiet. He said he was dead the minute he stepped into enemy territory. Every day he woke up and told himself, 'Rest in peace. Now get up and go to war.' And then after a few years of pretending he was dead he made it out alive. That's the trick of it, I think. We do what we need to do and then we get to live. But no matter what we find in DC, I know we'll be okay. Because this is how we survive. We tell ourselves that we are the walking dead."

"We ain't them." Daryl says, shaking his head.

Rick agrees, "We're not them. Hey. We're not."

"We ain't them."

>>>----->

"I didn't know you could sing." Daryl said while we were supposed to be sleeping.

Keeping my eyes shut, I answer tiredly, "Don't expect much more of that."

"Any other surprise talents I should know about?" He asks, almost as tiredly as me.

"Nope. I'm limited to drawing and singing." He chuckles and kisses the top of my head. "I love you." I mutter as I cuddle into his chest. He tenses under my touch, but I'm so tired, I really don't notice. He relaxes a moment later, and just as I'm about to fall asleep, he mutters, "I love you too."

Sooooo.....I wrote that song above. It's called 'Shiver' and even though it's not even sub par, I figured it fit Andie. I literally wrote in in five minutes, and I really hate writing poetry. But, beggars can't be choosy, and I think it turned out ok.

Thanks for reading!