Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"They're back!" Tobin shouted from the lookout platform. The RV screeched to a halt outside the gates of Alexandria.
"Open 'em up, boys!" Lucy called, jogging to the front of the community, eager to make sure Maggie had gotten home safe and sound. She tapped her fingers against her thigh impatiently as the RV rolled through the gates. Her heart dropped right out of her ass when she saw the scene before her. The RV was painted red with the blood of what she hoped was walkers.
The passengers filed out, one by one. The horrors of what they'd just seen glazed over their eyes.
"Rick?" Lucy asked worriedly. Abraham, Sasha, and Maggie were nowhere in sight. Rick shook his head silently.
"Who—how?" Lucy stammered. Her knees felt like they were going to give out from beneath her.
"It was a trap. They had Daryl. They had— they had Glenn. We were surrounded—" Rick tried to explain, stumbling over his words.
"Rick?" Lucy questioned quietly, not wanting to ask what she knew she needed to.
"Abraham and— and Glenn," Rick sobbed quietly. Lucy's knees couldn't hold on any longer. She collapsed onto the pavement in a fit of strained cries and screams.
|
Lucy absentmindedly rocked Judith in her lap, trying to something—anything—to distract herself from the fact that Glenn and Abraham were dead. The second her mind stopped trying to picture their deaths, she started thinking about that asshole, Negan. From how the group described him, he sounded like he enjoyed killing her family. He had made a sport out of it.
"Thank you for watching her," Rick said suddenly, snapping her out of her trance. He walked out on to the porch and scooped up his young daughter in his arms.
"You and Michonne needed some time. I think I needed Judith's company a hell of a lot more that she needed mine," Lucy admitted, sniffling quietly.
"He'll be here in a week. I need you to help get everything ready. He's taking half of everything," Rick explained blankly. His eyes were still glazed over. His hands still trembled slightly. Lucy nodded silently.
|
Lucy didn't quite like living alone. The house was too quiet for her. It made her feel uneasy. She usually shared the house with Daryl, but he was gone. She had no idea if he would ever come back. She didn't like not being able to hear someone else pattering around downstairs. Even though Daryl was quieter than a sleeping house cat, it made her feel just a tad bit safer knowing that he was there.
But now she was alone. Every creak in the floorboards made her jump out of her skin.
"He's here," Carl said harshly, walking into Lucy's house. She let out a small shriek, the glass in her hand shattering on the floor beneath her.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Carl. Don't sneak up on me like that," Lucy panted, clutching her chest as she prayed her heart wasn't beating so erratically it would explode.
"I thought your dad said he wasn't coming for a week," Lucy panicked.
"Well he's here now," Carl snapped.
"Go get your sister and stay out of it. That's what your dad and Michonne would want. If I even get a sense that you're out of the house—" Lucy warned.
"My dad wants you to go get the infirmary inventory ready," Carl interrupted, storming back out of the house.
Lucy leaned against her kitchen counter, exhaling deeply. She peered out the window, watching the Saviors pour into Alexandria. She patted her hip gently, making sure her knife was still there, as she took off towards the infirmary.
She sorted through the inventory, separating everything into equal halves. You never realize how little you actually have until someone comes to take it.
"Alright, gorgeous, I appreciate you trying to organize like the good little house bitch I'm sure you are, but Negan gets to take whatever he wants," a Savior chaffed as he strode into the infirmary. He spun his gun around his finger carelessly, a perversely smug grin across his face.
"I really hope half means half," Lucy scoffed, stepping out of the way so he could go through the cabinets. He raided each shelf greedily.
"You know, if you take all of it, our people won't be able to fight off any kind of infections or illnesses and you'll lose worker bees," Lucy tried, praying he would leave at least something. He just laughed loudly, dumping every pill they had into his bag.
Carl barged in, gun in hand, barrel pointed at the Savior, Davey, rummaging through the medicine stores.
"God damn it, Carl! I told you to stay in the house!" Lucy scoffed.
"Go to the main house and check on all the kids," Carl squawked.
"You're one of the kids," Lucy screeched at him. She scoffed in defeat and stormed out of the infirmary to go to the main house. They had stored all of the young kids on the second floor so no one would come and harm them.
|
She had been up there for far longer than she would have liked. She didn't like not knowing what was happening in the streets beneath her. As important of a task as soothing the frightened children was, she preferred to talk to the adults. She preferred being a part of the solution than a part time nanny.
She could hear muffled voices outside the window. She assumed they were going through the food and weapons.
"They aren't going to leave us any weapons, are they Judith?" Lucy cooed, rocking the little girl in her lap.
A gunshot rang out from the front of the house. The bullet shattered the window of the room they were hiding in. Lucy tried her best to cover the kids from the falling glass shards.
"God fucking damn it! Who the fuck—" Lucy shouted, moving the kids off of her lap. She kicked open the door of the safe room, thundering down the stairs.
"Watch your fucking bullets, we've got kids up there—" Lucy crowed, her voice shrill with frustration. She burst through the front door and there he was.
"Holy fuck," Lucy gasped. It seemed that every ounce of blood pumping through her veins ran cold and rushed to her head. The sounds around her slowly died out to nothing more than a faint mumble. Her vision went black and her limbs splayed out around her on the concrete.
