They Found Us... Kissing

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I look back up at Rick, totally and utterly confused. "What's up Rick?"

He finally looks down at me, then looks around the room, before landing his eyes back on me. There was a few people in the room. You couldn't really be alone anymore because we were so crowded here.

"Come on." He pulls me into the corridor where there are no people whatsoever. "I wanted to ask you about going on a run with me, Maggie, and Glenn."

I stared up at the man with wide eyes. "Really?!"

"Yes, really. I just didn't want to say it infront of Carl."

"Why not?"

"Because... You're stronger. You know how to handle yourself. You're the best shot here. I'm still a little worried about him." He answers, truthfully.

Or maybe you're so caught up in grief, you don't want to lose him. But sorry, Rick. This is our world now. You're gonna lose him. And me. And everyone here. I say to myself, but I obviously don't say it outloud to Rick.

"But, I still need to ask Daryl." He informs me.

"What? No. Don't ask Daryl. He won't let me go."

Rick hesitates, resting his hand on the butt of his gun like he always does. "How are you feeling?"

"What?"

"From when you were shot, how are you feeling?" He repeats the question.

"Fine." I answer quickly. "Never been better."
Okay, maybe not. I can't really walk up the stairs without my wound throbbing, but I can handle the pain. Doesn't hurt that bad...

"Good." Rick nods. "That's what he's worried about the most, I think."

"Rick, he's going to say no. Look, you don't have to ask him. He doesn't own me." I say, crossing my arms.

"He's your father." Rick argues.

"He was... years ago. Rick, I can barely call the man dad without cringing every time I even think it. I haven't had a father in eleven years(Ally was 5 when Daryl left her), and the only reason why we're here now together, is because of the world ending. If the apocalypse never happened, I wouldn't know he even still existed."

Rick stares at me, and I can see the pain in his eyes. "He's trying, Ally. He really wants to be there for you."

I sigh, pushing away the sadness and anger washing over me. I didn't even know I felt that way about Daryl. I've blinded myself from my actual feelings by just forgiving him over and over again... but I'm going to keep forgiving him because I know he's trying... I know. It just hurts sometimes.

I take a deep breath. "I know... I'm sorry."

Rick shakes his head. "No, it's good to get this out. It's okay to be angry and hurt... just not for too long, okay?"

He puts his hand on my shoulder like I'm Carl or something. I nod. "I know..."

Rick nods. "I'll ask Daryl. I'll talk to him. Okay?"

"Yeah..." I nod back. "Thanks, Rick."

"No problem." Rick nods, smiling, dropping his hand back down at his side. "We need you."

~~~

"What?" I ask Carl, only moving my head to look at him.

"I said pass me that water bottle." He points to the half-empty water bottle lying on the floor at my feet.

We were sitting on Carl's bunk, side to side, shoulders touching, reading comic books Michonne picked up on a run for us. I sighed, bending over to grab the water bottle. As soon as I come back up to give it to him, he crashes his lips onto mine.

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