Rick Grimes - True Love

Cruel World

Rays p.o.v

"Where's Carol?" I blandly asked in confusion after being welcomed back to everyone. Daryl's face lowered in sadness and I immediately knew what had happened. "Oh." I managed to softly say. Ricks lips pursed together. "Sorry." I scoffed and kissed Daryl on the cheek as an apology.

"I still can't believe the state of the prison." I exclaimed as I remembered what had happened when Merle practically destroyed half of our shelter. "That's why we need to go on a supply run." Rick gently replied. I nodded my head before speaking. "I will go." Everyone's eyes widened in shock. "What?!" My eyes darted to everyone's faces. "You are not fully recovered yet." Hershel exclaimed. My eyebrows knitted together. "Yes I am! I can do it. I don't need permission from anyone." I shrugged. "It's for the best. Your not in great shape. Just leave it for a few days." Daryl muttered as he swung his crossbow over his broad shoulders. "No. I want to. I need to go. I'm sick and tired of staying in this suck ass prison." I scoffed in rage. "Ray, please." Maggie softly argued back. "No!" I sighed. "When I found you near the river, I had to shoot a walker or it would of ate you. Could you imagine what it would be like if I wasn't there? Not to mention that there was no bullets in your gun." Rick explained in a velvet tone. "Yeah exactly. Could you imagine what it might be like if your not with me?" I asked. Daryl's lips pursed together as I could see that he was running out of patients. "Ray we will only be gone for a few hours." Glenn interrupted. Maggie agreed. My eyes rolled in anger. "I want to go! You can't stop me." I muttered and shoved my gun in my holster. Everyone sighed in fury. "If anything happens to you, I could never forgive myself." Rick commented as we jumped into the car. "Stop worrying."

*PT!* Daryl fired a wooden arrow at an active squirrel as it climbed up a pine tree. The arrow pierced the silky fur as the animal fell to the ground. Glenn collected it for Daryl and hung it on the black crossbow. By the end of his hunt, he managed to catch about eight squirrels. Not to mention that he just about caught a wild rabbit. So, dinner was caught but we still had to grab a few supplies and medical stuff, so we quickly drove towards the corner store. Daryl on the motorbike and me, Rick, Maggie and Glenn in the Jeep. The vehicles halted to a stop and we jogged into the shop. Half empty shelves and cupboards were displayed up against dimmed, cream walls. Cobwebs were thickly planted in corners of the ceiling, dead bodies and walkers were laying on the carpeted floor. The smell of blood drifted up my nostrils and made me feel a bit dizzy. The room softly spun around at my vision. Before I could fall to the ground, Rick suddenly caught me in his strong arms. His grip loosened as his sapphire gem eyes dazed at my tired face. I blinked a few times and everything stopped spinning. "You ok sweetie?" Rick soothed. My lips pursed together. "Yeah. Sorry." I apologised and walked off towards the medical supplies. Bandages were piled up in a scruffy organisation. I shoved a few pain tablets and anti bacterial wipes into my rucksack before strolling towards the feminine hygiene department. I swiftly shoved in a few pads and stomach drugs.

An ear ringing scream rang through my body as I jerked up onto two feet. I followed the painful screech as I propped up my knife infront of my face. I suddenly paused and my jaw dropped low. Maggie was painfully lying on the floor with a walker pulling out organs from her chest. My gun dropped and I simply kneeled to the floor and puked. Blood pooled around her weak body as her guts and liver was being chewed on. An arrow directly shot through the moving walker and it collapsed to the floor. The survival group surrounded Maggie. Her eyes were a crimson colour as they swelled up with tears. Huge holes were planted in her tired skin and blood dripped down her pale forehead. Ricks arm wrapped around my shoulders as I buried my head in his chest and cried in his white shirt. Yelps unleashed from Glenns throat as tears trickled down his face. He angrily stabbed the walker in the head over and over again. Cold blood splattered over my arm. He was a mess. "Glenn...." Maggie whispered in a croaky tone. He stopped stabbing the walker in the head and kneeled next to her. His hands wrapped around her blood splattered cheeks. "Maggie.... I'm so sorry!" Glenn screeched. She flinched in pain. "I love you." She blandly but passionately whispered. "I love you!" Glenn silently mimed with his shivering lips. I had to think fast. My fingers gripped around my gun as I handed it to Glenn. His eyes widened with terror. "No! No way!" He protectively screamed. "You have to." I calmly exclaimed. "No. Take her back to the prison! We can help her!" He explained in rage. "Glenn! We can't help her. She's dying." Daryl muttered. I nodded in agreement with Ricks arms still protectively wrapped around me. "You have to." Rick agreed. Glenn shook his head. My lips pursed together and I stood on two feet as I aimed my gun at her head. Maggies eyes were losing their vibrant green colour. She blinked weakly. Glenn pressed his forehead to hers as he weeped in sadness. Tears trickled down my face. All of a sudden I felt a hand snatch the gun off of me. Rick was in charge. He aimed it to her head. A tear streamed down her face. *PT!*

"No!!" Hershel gasped as we told him about what happened. "She can't be!" I lowered my head in sadness as Rick hugged me. His warmth soothed me. "She's.... My baby.... She's dead?" He croaked. We all nodded. A strike of deep depression struck me as Rick recently reminded me that we lost Beth too due to a damn walker. "No... No." Hershel kept repeating. "Sorry. We couldn't do nothing." Daryl muttered. Hershel looked at him like he was crazy. "It's true." Rick joined in. "When we found her, she was nearly dead." Glenn sat on the floor and let tears flood his face. What a cruel world this was.

Rick studied my tired face as I snuggled into his bare chest. His heart drummed in a calm rhythm. His eyes sparkled like extraordinary, blue pearls. Beautiful gems. Everything about him was perfect. His soft, full lips. His chocolate brown, wavy hair. His marble skin. He was breath taking. Rick slowly stroked my hair over and over again.

"That thing you did today.... When you took the gun from me...." I explained as I pressed my hands against his smooth chest. "Thank you." I spoke under a sigh. His velvet lips pressed against mine passionately.

"Ain't no reason why you should do all the heavy lifting."