In Rick We Trust

Chapter 11

"Well Dale is just looking out for you, he doesn't want you getting hurt either Kat" he says and we start to walk back.

"Yeah? Well he needs to stop" i say walking to another car opening the back seat door. "I can look out for myself and let me get hurt, let me learn my lesson" i find nothing good in the back seat. I try to open the trunk of the car. I grab my knife and start stabbing the lock.

"You might need this" he hands me the key to get the trunk open.

"Thanks" i say as i grab them and open the trunk. "Holy mother of chickens" my eyes light up as i see crates of canned food. T-Dog comes to my side and lets out a little laugh. I grab one and he grabs the other and we walk back to the RV.

"You guys got dinner for 2 weeks!" Dale smiles as he sees the crates.

"More than 2 weeks" i respond in a bitch tone. T-Dog clears his throat, i look back at him and shoot him a glare and stick out my tongue. I walk into the RV and put it on the table.

"Dale!" I hear a familiar voice scream. I run outside and see Andrea and the others run towards the RV.

"Where are the rest of y'all at?" I question as i stand next to Dale.

"Carl has been shot!" Andrea gives a sad look. What? No!

"Is he okay?" I quickly ask.

"A girl came ridin' on a horse sayin' she needs Lori because her son was shot." Daryl looks at me.

"He should be fine, by the sounds of it they might have a doctor there" Andrea adds in.

"Well where is this place?" Dale asks.

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"So you're telling me you found these crates in the back of one car?" Glenn smiles but unsurely.

"That's right pizza boy!" I give him a reassuring smile, i give him a high-five. It ended up being pretty loud and painful. My hand wouldn't stop tingling for a few minutes.

"We're here" Dale yells back at us. I run to the front of the RV and there is a sign that says 'Greene farm'.

Dale parks somewhere close to the house and i run up to the house. Rick walks out and seems sad, im not surprised i mean hell his son did just get shot.

"How's he doin' Rick?" I ask him, he looks up and a slight smile appears in his face.

"He's fine" is all he could say.

"How are you doin'?" I tilt my head a little and he walks until he's arm length away from me.

"Im fine " he responds.

"It's not like me to say this to people but just my momma always said people who are sad sometimes just need a hug, but ask them first because who knows they might attack you. I learned that the hard way with cats, i always thought they were sad so I'd squeeze them and then end up scratching me. That's why we were never allowed to have cats" i smile and he smiles more this time. "That was unnecessary information but would you like a hug? Its free" i open my arms and walk towards him not really giving him time to answer and hug him. He was tense for a second but the hugs back. It felt like hugging a skinny that kind of worked out teddy bear. Dont ask how i know that.

"Just know if you ever need a hug, you can find me anywhere." I let go and smile at him. "Well lets meet this Greene family!" I say.

"How do you know their name?" He tilts his head and his blue eyes stare at me.

"Well over there it says Greene farm" i point at the entrance. He nods in response. I walk up to the house and Glenn comes to my side.

"Were you flirting with Rick?" He questions.

"No, i told him a story and he looked like he needed a hug" hit him upside the head. "Dumbass"

"Idiot" he glares at me.

"Seriously dude come up with something better" i give him a look.

"I dont want to hurt your feelings" he pats my shoulder.

"What feelings?" I tilt my head with a smile.

"Oh, that's right" he chuckles i try not to smile but i smile at him.

"Well hello" an old man opens the door. "Im Hershel" he smiles kindly at us.

"Kat Paxon" i give a kind smile back.

"Im Glenn, nice to meet you" Glenn shakes his hand.

"Nice to meet both of you" he puts his hand in his pocket. I nod at him in response.

"How is Carl doing?" I question.

"He's doing alright, he just needs to rest as much as he can" he tells me. Well that is obvious.