You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 68- Mama Bear is a Bitch

Deeply sorry for missing a post!

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As I finish up the braids I spot the current youngest peering out of a cell before walking out, looking all which ways.

I sigh and gently push the sleeping blonde onto the wall, silently stalking up the stairs to where Carl snuck out, only glancing back to find Maggie helping a drowsy, yet beautiful Beth into a bed.

I walk down the echoing hall with my fire burning brighter as I follow the small child.

As he stops and peers around a corner, not at me, readjusting his grip on his pistol.

I lick my lips and cover his mouth, he quickly bites me. I yell softly and smack his head cursing "Fuck Carl."

He heaved a sigh and pressed a hand to his chest as he looks away slightly. I scoff and grunt "Let's forget what your mom told you, yeah? What are you doing? This is dumb."

He shifts and I can't but help smile at the motion- just like his father even if he's pissy at him- and snaps "So is sleeping outside in the winter."

I nod and peer around the corner then to the bag in his hand, I lean against the wall slightly peering down slightly at him "What are you looking for, and it's safer to be on your own than with people that don't trust you."

He looks behind him and licks his lips, the homemade silencer clicking slightly "We do trust you, and the medical ward."

I nod and grab the flashlight from my thigh and click it on, showing a sign. Medical- right.

I look at Carl and nod my head at it, he nods and leads. I shake my head and follow him.

A few halls down he tries the doorknob to the medical ward and it only goes a couple of millimeters before it stops. He exhales and looks at me saying "You've been pretty mysterious so far, you know how to pick a lock?"

I scoff and roll my eyes, "Nope, I say we use an ID maybe? I know that works on house locks."

He glances at me as I sigh "We don't have IDs."

I hum and cock my hip, holding my hair off my neck as I fan myself.

We can break the lock, Carl's gun has a silencer. The sound can make an echo and bring them. Won't be able to be locked again.

Taking the door off its hinges, I can use my arrow knives that I made space for in the underside of my leather cuffs.

Then again there's the problem of the door not being locked again.

I huff and hold my hand out, "Carl give me your gun, I'll give you a bullet back."

He glances at me before nodding, placing the gun in hand.

I let out a single bullet into the lock, the door swinging open slightly. I glance at Carl who nods speaking as he walks in, "Nice."

I glance at the gun before following saying stiffly "Thanks, grab anything with the ending 'cillin'."

He glances at me quizzically as I hand him his gun back as he asks "How you know?"

I offer him a smile and pick up a brightly colored wrap for a cast "You forgot, didn't you? I am a starter with medicine. Started college, took medical courses in high school, and my mom."

He nods and sweeps bandages and stuff to help Hershel in the bag as he hums "You don't mention her often."

I nod and pack some needles and peroxide in my leg pack. Looking back at Carl who struggles to close it, I smile and take the pack, holding it close so he can zip it.