A Dixon Sister?

Chapter 41

Emma POV

Me, Rick, Michonne and Carl had carried the guy now know as Morgan into what is his building. Carl and Michonne had gone to get a cot for Judith while Rick and I waited for Morgan to wake up.

I found a med kit and started to stitch up my arm. Rick looked on Morgan's walls which were covered in chalk writing. He finished looking at the walks and came over to where I was sat. I was struggling to tie off the end of the stitches so Rick helped. No words needed.

"Daryl told me it is your birthday today". Rick said as he tied of my stitch and cut off the end of the thread.

"Did he. I didn't even realise what day it was to day". I say honestly.

"Really". Rick says shocked.

"Yeah. I never really did time when my birthday was. I didnt really care". I say.

"Oh. Well anyway. Happy Birthday". Rick said.

I smirked. "Thanks".

"You welcome". Rick says as Morgan woke up and lunged at us with a knife hidden his bed.

Rick shoved Morgan away, knocking him to the floor. Rick stood in front of me with his hands up to show he wasn't there to hurt him.

"Do you know me?? Do you see who I am". Rick asked as Morgan looked at him and me intensely. 

"People wearing dead peoples faces!". Morgan said as I put my hand on the hilt of my knife, just in case he tried anything.

"Morgan listen...". Rick was cut off.

"I don't know you". Morgan said as he lunged at Rick and I.

Morgan rugby tackled Rick to the floor making him knock me over and land on me. Morgan grabbed my  knife and tried to shove it in Rick. Rick held back Morgan's hands and tried to reason with him.

"You saved my life, Morgan! You know me". Rick said with strain in his voice. I tried to get out from under him but I was completely pinned down.

"You don't clear man. you turn. You just die". Morgan said as he shoved the knife in ricks shoulder.

Rick head butted him and Morgan fell to the floor. I quickly got up and automatically loaded my bow and pointed at Morgan.

"You are one crazy son of a bitch". I said as I pointed the arrow at his head.

Morgan moved closer to the end of my bow and begged me to kill him. Rick pushed the bow to aim at the floor and pulled me back with his good arm. Morgan lied on the floor and started crying. Me and Rick handcuffed Morgan to a radiator before walking to the other side of the room.

"Let me see your shoulder". I said as I picked up my knife and slid it back in my sheath.

Rick took of his shirt, wincing as he did. I grabbed the bandages and wipes from next to him and started to clean his shoulder. The cut wasn't that deep so I could just wrap it up in a few bandages. Morgan kept begging us to kill him but I just blocked him out. I finished Ricks shoulder and he gave me a small nod before putting on his shirt again.

"You found me last year in my front yard. Morgan. You and...... you found me. You fed me. You told me what's happening. You saved me. My name is Rick Grimes, you know me. I'm not wearing a dead mans face". Rick tried to reason as he walked over to Morgan and picked up a walkie talkie. "I gave you this. I said, turn it on every day at dawn so you can find me". Rick finished and everything went silent.

"Rick". Morgan asked, breaking the silence. "I know you. Oh man. Damn it. I.........I know you. I know who you are. You said you'd turn yours on at dawn. That's what you said. I mean, I hadn't worked up to it yet........and then I did. On the roof, every morning for days, for weeks, me and my boy.......and then me.......Just static, though.........and then nothing, but nothing. You weren't there. You were never there".

"I was" Rick tried.

"Not when I tried. I mean, you said you would turn on your radio every day at dawn. You said you would turn on your radio every day at dawn AND YOUE WERE NOT THERE". Morgan shouted.

There was a long pause.

"I kept getting.........I kept getting pushed further out. I had to. I didn't have a choice. I found my wife and boy. I had people. I......I had to keep them safe. We kept getting pushed back deeper into the country, I swear to God I didn't have a choice". Rick said as he walked around the room which was filled with weapons.

"You can have your radio back because it looks like I finally found you. You found your wife, your son and whoever the fuck that is. That's what happened, right? You found them........and did they......did she.......did your wife? Did......did she turn". Morgan asked.

"No....no she died". Rick said.

"So you didn't have to see that, then. Not like me.....". Morgan started saying.

"No he didn't. Rick's son........he had to shoot his own mother to make sure he didn't have to see her turn". I said annoyed.

"I was supposed to kill her.....kill my Jenny. But.......I let it go like there wasn't going to be a reckoning. We was always looking for food. It always came down to food and I was.......I was checking out a cellar and I didn't want Duane to come down there with me. Then, when I came up, she was standing there right in front of him and he had his gun up.........and he couldn't do it. so I called to him. and he turned. Then she was just......jut on him. I see red. I see red. Everything is red. Everything I see is red! and I do it! Finally......finally it was to late. I was supposed to. I was selfish. I was weak. You gave me the gun. Hey, your boy. Is he dead". Morgan asked.

"No". Rick answered.

"No? He will be. She will be. See because people like you and her, the good people, they always die and the bad people do too. But the weak people, the people like me......we have inherited the earth". Morgan says.

"What about the strong people. The people like me" I say without thinking. "Do we survive or die in the burning fire".

"You rule. You survive. You keep living as long as you want to before doing something stupid that gets you killed". Morgan said.

I shrug and look through all of Morgan's weapons. I find crossbow. I smile to myself as I pick it up. It has been and a long time since I had shot a crossbow. The last time I shot one I was six years old. I can't remember why I even did it in the first place.