-in the separation of her father, lucille finds herself amongst his future enemies
• seasons: six, seven, & eight
• lucille is changed from his wife to his daughter-name wise
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She felt robbed. She wanted to scream bloody murder. She wanted to cry. She wanted what was once hers. See people don't care about anybody but themselves anymore. Their loved ones pass and they don't grieve, why? Because they move on quickly, like it never even happen. The soul is forgotten for a long time, and once in a while they're remembered. But why is it like that? She lost her mother before the apocalypse, she lost myself too. She felt numb for quite some time — Till' this day she remember her so clearly, because she's still mourning.
"Lucy?" He whispered
She broke down crying on the spot. His voice was toxic, the voice that she loves so much. The voice that told her everything was going to be okay. The voice who told her that we were going to make it. The voice that made her feel safe, even with a wired bat in front of her face.
"Please let us go" she spoke, meeting Rick's eyes that held confusion
"Lucy? My lucy?" He again said ignoring her comment.
She felt arms lift her up, embracing her into their own. She went stiff has she breathed in his maple yet muscular scent. She pushed him back, finally meeting his eyes, when everything went numb. His image became hazed, as she fell back onto her knees, sobbing her life out.
To place an image, there she kneeled in front of her fathers feet, reaching her breaking point. Why? Because she had found what she had searched for years. The discovery was not how she intended it to happen, as now all her friends life's were in the hands of her own father.
"Dwight"
A pair of arms had lifted her and began to drag her off to side. Her weak protests weren't enough, as she was still pouring tears.
"Please, please don't" she whimpered as she saw him lift his bat again
He went through the process again despite all her screams
"And...you...are...IT" His broad figure stood in front of the ginger, Abraham.
She choked on her sobs as the bat rose, and swiftly went down
No member had dry eyes, as a sea of tears was on a rise.
