Prissy Princess

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New Soul - Yael Naïm

After a few seconds of painful silence, Cecilia decided to speak.

"Well, which one of you guys are his dad?" They were all slightly relieved that the tension was broken.

They both raised their heads to her simultaneously, which she found strange. Maybe they misheard the question? Might have just been by chance. Or maybe they both showed some form of response to the question because of personal reasons. Either way, it was strange to her.

"I am." The brown haired man with stubble nodded his head, Cecilia stepping forward and holding out her hand. He had tired, bloodshot eyes, his skin a pale colour, reflecting the emotions he felt at the moment.

"I'm Cecilia Wilson. You can call me whatever you wish..." She prompted him to continue, using the sentence to also learn his name.

"Uh, Rick, sorry." He apologised for the delay, shaking her hand back.

She moved her hand to the other dark haired man as Rick dropped his own back into his pocket.

"Shane. I'm his best pal." They shook hands and let go after a comfortable amount of time.

"I'm sorry we couldn't have crossed paths for a positive reason, but it has still been a pleasure to meet the both of you." Cecilia smiled weakly for them.

"And you too." Rick spoke for the both of them, giving her a small grin.

"You are very welcome. Now, if you don't mind me asking, are there any other relatives of his out wherever you came from that should be informed about this?" Cecilia spoke directly to Rick.

"H-His mother, Lori. She's out in the woods with the rest of the group looking for a girl that went missing." Rick scratched his head and placed his other hand on his hip, staring down at the floor.

"I'll go out and find her." Cecilia nodded, Rick glancing between her and Shane as he dropped his hands, not knowing quite how to react.

Such small acts of kindness went a long way in a world like this.

"Thank you. Thank you so much." Rick's eyes filled with tears once again, Shane nodding and raising his brows.

"That is mighty kind of you, Cecilia." Shane said in his strong accent, Cecilia shrugging her shoulders.

"No worries guys." Cecilia began making her way to the door, Maggie catching her attention.

"I'll come with you." Maggie stated, Cecilia nodding. Hershel doesn't approve of it when people go out for runs alone, and this was no exception.

"Otis...-"

The silent man shifted his gaze to her from across the room, his eyes glassy.

"Everyone knows you wouldn't have intentionally shot that little boy, and even if they didn't, I know you would hurt a fly. Your heart is simply too big for you to be a bad guy."

"Be safe out there, Cee." He grinned and nodded, Cecilia smiling.

"Let's go get that boy's mother."

Cecilia and Maggie searched far and wide on horseback for the group of people that were in the woods. Maggie took her machete, Cecilia taking her baseball bat and a spare gun.

They eventually came across them around an hour or so later, knocking out a few walkers along the way. They heard a scream from behind them, a blonde haired woman laying down on the floor attempting to kick away a walker that was inches away from biting her. Cecilia rushed to the rescue first, lowering her bat down across the walker's head, instantly killing it.

"You okay, ma'am?" Cecilia searched for any wound on the woman, who stood and brushed herself off.

"Yes, thank you." She said through heavy breaths, the rest of the group appearing in the trees with their weapons raised.

"Is there a Lori there?" Maggie questioned, a brown haired woman walking forwards and standing beside Maggie's horse, the others lowering their weapons. There was an Asian man, an older woman with short grey hair, the woman who was just about to be bitten, and a very rough looking young man.

"Yes." The woman stared up at Maggie, her face evidently depicting concern.

"There's been a very serious accident. Your little boy has been shot. You need to come with us."

Lori froze in her position, staring up at Cecilia with disbelieving eyes.

"Ma'am, he's in good hands, but you need to hurry and get on." Cecilia encouraged the woman, who dropped her bag and jumped onto Maggie's horse without another word.

The rough looking man stormed forward, immediately jumping in to stop Lori from going any further.

"Woah, woah, you can't just trust these people we found in the woods."

Maggie grew impatient, sighing in annoyance and gazing down, Cecilia trotting towards Daryl.

"The other two guys are already at the farm, Rick and Shane. The young one's called Carl. You have more people on the highway in the jam. Go and get them, then bring them to us. Backtrack to Fairburn Road, about two miles down you'll get to the farm. Look for the mailbox. The name's Greene. Maggie, go."

Maggie was on her way. Cecilia began to take a gentle trot; she believed the horse deserved a break after running so far so fast.

The group began to head towards the highway, apart from one, of course.

"Where're ya'll goin'?! Don't tell me you believe these chicks?!" He growled, Cecilia span to him once again, tired of hearing his stupid voiced opinions.

"Listen here, Robin Hood..."

Daryl cocked his brow and tilted his head to a side, clenching his jaw.

"We've taken people from your group that we know nothin' about into our home. We are trying save a little boy's life, and I've just knocked out a walker that was about to eat one of your people. So when you've been fed, cleaned, had a good night's sleep, and Carl is up and running, then tell me you don't believe me." She had a little smirk on her face, knowing that that would've caught him out.

That was the first time he had ever been talked to like that by anybody. He actually didn't know how to respond. The older woman and Asian man were slightly amused at the fact that such a tough guy had been completely shut down by this innocent looking girl.

"And by the way, I'm a woman, not a 'chick'. See you later." She disappeared into the green jungle, the frustrated man making a beeline for the highway, pushing past everyone else.

"Prissy little princess is what you are. Little bitch..." he continued to mumble profanities like she was walking beside him, the others trying to hide their grins.

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