<<The light in our darkest days>> {a TWD and TWDG crossover} ❤️

Chapter 2 ~ Screw the fuckin' plan

Mornin' little chickens, so...I got two appointments today, but since I have still a few hours left cuz it's only 8 a.m when I'm tiping this, I decided to write the next chappy right now. I got 5 reads since yesterday and that's alright cuz I'm pretty sure that'll change with the more chapters I'm updatin... Please keep on reading chickens and please comment and vote also, it would make me really proud seeing there are some chickens out there that care about my story..;3 oh and maybe are some of you interested, from who the fuck she got the freakin bow?! Well I'll tell you..sooner or later;) alright, enough of that Lili, the people don't give a fuck..could you continue the story today?would that be possible?? - Yeah, yeah your right..so let's continue. Shall we?!;)

Clementine pushed tightly against the door for a few minutes now, still not wanting to let go of it and maybe giving them a chance to come in sooner or later. Carefully she leaned over to the left and took a glance outside, through the dirty window that was next to the door. She heard some yelling and some gunshots from a handgun, she was pretty sure of that fact.."What da fuck?!", she cursed silently to herself, when suddenly she heard fast footsteps letting the leaves rustle and coming in the direction of the house. 'No no no no no. Shit..what do we do now?' She didn't dare looking out the window, knowing who ever this was would see her in there and that would only cause more trouble... "Over here. C'mon!", a husky sounding mans voice said, she noticed the southern drawl in it, when all of a sudden she felt something slamming against the door hard. "Why is it locked?!", another male voice said, visibly desperate though she couldn't see him. "It's not locked! Only pushed against from the inside..", the southern voice said. "Whoever the fuck's in there, open up. Now!", it was the same voice. Suddenly she heard the other one rush to the door.."Listen, we won't harm you, I promise! We just need to get in there, I'm running out of bullets and there's just to many of them. Please open up!"    'Shit!' Could she really risk it to get AJ in danger, for some random people she's never seen in life before??!!!? 'They could be bad..' she thought. 'They could be bad and just lyin' their asses of.' But something in the mans voice, that desperate tone, his polite words even in this kind of situation, let her step away from the door. She took five good steps, then raised her bow with an arrow, ready to fire it off, at the door. With one hard push the man almost fell in, the other came rushed in behind him fast, shutting the door and pushing against it hard. When the first who came in suddenly stood steady on his feet again, the other one spoke low, "Daryl..Daryl I need help over here." You could hear the exhaustion in his voice. The man so called 'Daryl' rushed over to the other and laid his whole weight against the door, pushing hard. After a few minutes, the sound of dead hands slamming against the door died out and both man took a step away from it. They turned to Clementine, who was now aiming her arrow at them again. "Hey...", one of them said, trying to sound as calm as possible. He wore a sheriffs hat and uniform. Clementine only narrowed her eyes at him and it looked like the man suddenly felt the urge to introduce him and his buddy. "I'm Rick..Rick Grimes and this is Daryl.", he gestured to the man standing on his left, who wore a sleeveless west, he cut them off himself it seemed and had an ice cold look in his blue-green eyes. Just then she realized he aimed his weapon at her too. A crossbow. "Lower your weapon.", she said without any emotions at all and returned his gaze, aiming her arrow directly at his head. For a few seconds it was deadly quiet and nobody moved a muscle, then Daryl gave Rick a questioning glance, who nodded in response. Daryl lowered his crossbow, but not fully, he still held onto it very tightly. It was then Clementine seemed to relaxe, but only a bit. Still aiming her weapon at the man she spoke, "Name's Clementine." Suddenly AJ sneezed and she realized they didn't had noticed him, well till now at least...the situation was to tense. "This is AJ..", she said still not moving. "You got a baby with you..!?", Rick said, half question half statement. "So..?", she said looking him in the eye. "Nothing, really..it's just...well, you're so young yourself and...you know, just wondering."   "Well nowadays you don't have much of a choice.", she said like it was the most normal thing in the world. "So where's ya group lil' girl, cuz I'm somehow ain't believin' you made it on ya own this far..", the crossbow guy, his name was Daryl she thinks, suddenly spoke. "Well I'm on my own.", she stated, again impressing them a little bit, but it looked like they didn't believe her at all, especially not Daryl. "So ya wanna tell us that you're all on ya own, with a baby (he emphasizes the word), wanderin' through the woods fighting walkers?! How ol' are ya? Twelve?? Kinda young to be a mom don't ya think?!", he said looking her over skeptically. "Well think what you want, but we're on our own and we're good (she lied..) if I recognize it correctly it was you needing help from us..I'm thirteen if that's important to you and his mother is dead, so is his father. Ever since I'm taking care of him.", she spoke louder than before, staring him down. This time she was sure they were impressed by the looks of it...Suddenly they heard moans again and something hammering against the door. Rick began to speak in a hurry, "Well we got a group with women and kids, our camp's by the highway and by the looks of it you ain't got any other choice right now." He glared at her questioningly.. 'Shit, maybe he's right I don't wanna risk AJ's safety, fighting such a big horde..and where should I go instead?! This place is soon overrun and I ain't got any camp. What about the plan? Staying away from groups and people?!? Remember last time...' The door made a sound, like it would break any second...  'Well screw the fuckin' plan..' "Alright, I'm coming with you for now.", Clem said walking to the back of the house. Daryl put some chair under the doorknob, that was standing in the hallway, blocking the door a little longer and followed behind them. They rushed out the backdoor and into the woods, leaving the house and the walkers behind. "That way, that way!" Rick shouted leading the three of them. Soon they heard some growles infront of them, two walkers both women long ago, stumbled out of some bushes. Clem sprinted towards them using her knee trick so that one of them fell to the ground, she stabbed her hunting knife in the back of its head, a little bit of blood splattered over her face and shirt when she pulled it out. Rick had taken out the other one with his machete, its head was laying at his feet. He looked at her wide eyed as she used her jeans to clean her bloody knife. Daryl whistled at her work. "Kid knows how to take care of herself.", he said. "It was nothing.", Clem said unimpressed, "Now lets go." So they ran again.

So little chickens, so far with the story.. tell me your thoughts in the comments and leave a vote if you like it so far❤️ C U tomorrow chickens;3