"Falling in love. And say, it's crazy. Falling. You see? We don't say 'rising into love.' There is in it the idea of the fall." -Alan Watts
This isn't just some story where the boy and girl fall for each other, and everything is okay. It's a story w...
"Just because the past didn't turn out like you wanted it to doesn't mean your future can't be better than you imagined."
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Not long after saying goodbye to Rick and Daryl, the saviours came back. Carol had handled it almost instantly, and that left the rest of the saviours leaving the camp.
The peace didn't last long, as walkers surrounded the remaining of us. Most people were gone back to their camps by then, only leaving a few stragglers like Enid and me. We helped others as much as we could, but we gave each other knowing looks and knew we had to go back to Hilltop. We mounted Oliver and left, not looking back.
Back at Hilltop, we had gotten some news. Maggie was now at Alexandria, but Michonne had it under control. I had almost wished I was there because I would be 100% on board with Maggie's decision. After thinking about it for a while and considering what everyone was feeling, I couldn't help but understand what Maggie was feeling. I would have done the same thing if it were Carl instead of Glenn.
Rick and Daryl weren't back yet, at least from what I had heard. I was hoping nothing bad happened.
Later on in the day, I hadn't left the watchtower at Hilltop. I had a walkie-talkie in my hand, and Enid had seemed worried about me.
I heard the familiar roar of an engine, and it was Daryl coming up the path and into the walls.
"Daryl! Where's Rick?" I said breathlessly after climbing down from the tower and running over.
"There was a herd. Thousands. Rick wanted to lead it away," he said with slight panic, his accent shining through.
"We need to help him," I said, not even waiting for his answer.
"That's what I came here for. We need help. I already told Alexandria and Oceanside," he said, revving up his engine.
"I'll go tell the others," Enid said, rushing off.
Not long after that, Jesus and some others had been right behind us as we were tearing down the road. On the way, we met up with Maggie, Michonne and some others. We had ditched the motorcycle when we weren't too far from the bridge, not wanting to cause unwanted attention until we had a clear view of the situation.
Carol and the rest of Hilltop, Oceanside and Alexandria's fighters had now arrived at the scene, and we could see the large herd.
Everyone was here for our leader Rick.
We all hurried through the thick forest, and I smiled in relief to see Rick leading the large herd across the bridge.
Daryl had sent some arrows flying into the deadheads that were too close to Rick. He was limping and bleeding; he looked terribly injured.
Everyone caught up and was now looking around, trying to think of a plan.
"What is he doing?!" Maggie cried in worry.
"He's hurt!" I yelled, seeing the trickling blood and tired look on Rick's face.
"That herd that went right through Hilltop. He's trying to bring down the bridge," Daryl said, watching with us.
"No," Michonne said breathlessly, unsheathing her katana and taking off after Rick.
"We turn them around. Fight 'em back," Maggie ordered and took off with Carol.
"Fire your guns. Try to divert them," Carol yelled over her shoulder, and I began to follow her orders, letting my bullets fly into the air and not taking my eyes off Rick.
I stood beside Daryl as the rest of our large group ran behind us toward the herd to take them out. We were not letting Rick die for us.
The look on Rick's face confused me as I took out some walkers from a distance. He was shaking his head, putting his hand up to stop.
He began taking out walkers with his hatchet along with Daryl and his arrows.
I was getting ready to run over to help Maggie and Michonne, but Daryl grabbed me and pulled me back.
"What are you doing?" I screamed, tears starting to pool in my eyes.
I looked up to Rick, who was now pointing his rusted colt python towards the herd.
"Rick!" I screamed, and I saw his lips move one final time before an explosion erupted wave of heat hit my face.
Rick set the dynamite off, and the bridge blew to pieces, taking Rick with it.
I hit the ground and could feel Daryl's arms around me as I clawed at the ground, my throat becoming dry and raw from screaming and crying.
He was gone.
Rick Grimes was dead.
Daryl picked me up and carried me in his arms, as I couldn't bear even to hold myself up. It felt like losing my father. Not like when I lost my blood father, but my real father.
I buried my face in his chest and couldn't even think of what was to come next.
A/N: hey, guys!!
Okay, so this chapter is really short cause I just wanted to finish off the episode...
I like how they "killed off" Rick. It's an open-end, and I'm so excited for what's to come in the time jump. Six years!! Skylar will be 23!!
I hope I did this justice, and I hope you guys keep reading. Thank you for all the support❤️
