You don't control me, Dixon

➊ 8: Why did you do that?

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"You're scary you know that?" T mutters as I place a butterfly bandage on his eyebrow. The two edges forced together with a wince of its owner.

I hum at him and distractedly assure him "Only because I have to. I mean, he was hurting people, one my patient, but I had to."

He relaxes under my hand and I place a bandage over the raw skin. It's no time for infections.

A clearing of a throat makes me glance over my shoulder at Glenn. A busted nose with a proud bloody nose.

I peer back at T who glances at Glenn, I pat T on the shoulder and send him off, Glenn taking his place.

I frown at him and dig through my bag, pulling a disinfect pad and open it, cleaning his upper lip with a soft "Sorry"

He smiles at me and assures "Its fine, you were protecting someone." I still frown and clean it.

Nothing more I can do. I feel really bad, but what he said makes me stop and scowl.

I place my smaller hands on his shoulders and lecture him "Glenn, don't say its ok that someone hurt you in order to accomplish their own goals, that's how you die. Ok?" Glenn nods and looks anywhere but my face.

I release him and walk to Rick who is looking over the edge. "Sit. I'm cleaning your cut"

He shakes head as he denies "Don't need it. Save it for someone who does."

I roll my eyes and order "Sit your ass down"

He sits. Yes, I fucking win my man.

"Are you ok?" I ask gently as I clean his wound, he nods but his face is hard.

He's not ok. I get it. I really do. I think.

I pat his face gently and let him go. I walk back to T, who was leaning against the wall, but looking better!

I mean his face was beaten but it seems like his confidence is coming back slowly.

"Hows the signal?" I ask as I zip up my mamas' bag after I spot Merle keeping his eyes on it. Food. Med. Survival. Don't blame him, but its still mine. Fuck him.

"Weak, like Merle's brain," T responds dryly, I struggle not to laugh and duck my head.

My god. I'm loving them.

I look up and see Merle giving T the finger. That sends me over and start giggling, Glenn looks at me like I am laughing over someone's dead body, all bloody.

When I finally stop wheezing the Hispanic guy starts to speak but I cut him off accidentally "Sorry, but I think I missed your name. Would you mind? Also, T keep trying right?"

The mystery man nods and introduces himself "I'm Morales"

I nod and step back, watching.

The blonde, I've heard others call her Andrea, retorts snottily "Why there's no point? There's nothing they can do. Not a damn thing"

Damn, she complains a lot and it's my first day here.

Morsels take pity on us and explain "Got a camp right outside the city. The refugee center is gone."

I nod and murmur "So, we're on our own to get back, great" I look down at the flood of dead creatures, eating Cookie and Bear. I miss them.

I stare into the hoard and close my eyes, I brought them to their death, their horrid screams.

Suddenly my cheek is pomed and I grab their wrist, Glenns face screwed up in pain, I grunt and let him go "Sorry, what's up?"

Glenn rubs his wrist and teases "I know your badass stop. But seriously you were pouting. What were you thinking of?"