Dead Willow's

Part 26| Understatements

I started walking home about an hour later after laying in the front yard. Carl was mad at me, the entire group was in a pickle. Ha. I walked in to michonne and Rick sitting at the table.

"Hey." I awkwardly said as I walked in.

"You okay?" She asked.

"I'm fine I gust need some sleep."

"Alright, well goodnight."

I waved and walked upstairs Carl's door was locked.

"Why are you mad at me?" I called through the wooden door.

"Mad is an understatement."

"Why are you pissed at me?"

"You should know the answer to that."

"I obviously don't so why don't you tell me."

"I'll let you figure that out. Maybe let you stew on for a few weeks."

After that I left. I wasn't going to let him have the kind of control he didn't deserve.

I woke early in the morning. Took a few pain killers, grabbed my knife and headed out.

I started walking down the nearly freezing sidewalk. It's almost November. I can tell. The way it's cold but no leaves are falling. Kind of like the way my heart is cold but it doesn't give up. Never falling apart. Can't be broken. It can be bent. Of course it can what do you think Carl did to it? Bent but not broken- my thoughts are cut off by Ron calling my name.

"Hey Willow watcha doing up so early?"

"Just taking a walk. You?"

"Same thing"

"That's what most people are doing these days-the same thing, trying to survive."

"Yep. Hey, why isn't Carl with you?"

"Got in a fight."

"Ah"

"Want to walk with me?" I asked

"Sure."

As we walked down the path, the sun started to rise. It got a little warmer.
I shivered in the two latest I was wearing.

"You warm?" Ron asks

"Kind of. It's okay."

"Here," he says handing me his jacket.

"No keep it. I'll be fine- actually no. Thanks." I say accepting it.

I slip on his warm, leather jacket. It smells good. Not like cologne good but something else.

The sun was risen and people started walking to breakfast.

"You go to breakfast I'm going to talk to Maggie." I say handing him his jacket back.

I walk to Maggie and Glenn's house. I knock on the door lightly.

Glenn opens it up.

"Hey Willow. What do you need?"

"Can I talk to Maggie?"

"She's getting ready to go on a run for supplies. But yes come in."

I walked into the large room. A huge wall with pictures and frames. Aesthetic dressers, and pots.

"She's up the stairs and take a left."

"Thanks."

I walk up the cream painted stairs. Once I take that left I see Maggie lacing her boots. I sit down in the chair next to her.

"Hey Willow." She says in her cute
country voice.

"I need you to do something for me." I say, cutting right to the chase.

"Alright what's that?"

"Let me go on his supply run."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"I think it's a great one." I say back

"Fine I'll let you go. Just follow my lead, watch your back and make sure you don't get lost."

"Thank you so  much. I'm going to go get ready."

I have so many questions. Why hasn't negan come to finish off our asses? He should be here. So I can slowly kill him off. Stab him one time for each one of us that he destroyed.

I jogged home hoping Carl would be there. Why did I hope Carl would be there? I opened the door. Yep there's Carl. He sat on he rocker chair reading "the hunger games."

"Hey." He said still looking down at his book.

"Oh so now your talking to me?"

"Of course."

"Why?" I said leaning against the kitchen counter.

"I just-" Screaming from outside interrupted our talk.