You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 70- Half of my Fairy Gay Parents

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I glance at Daryl who stares, I shrug and pull my notepad out, dotting down possible things that we can do.

Rick waits till the others shuffle away before propping his hands on his belt "I didn't know that about your dad."

I shrug and smirk half heartily "Neither did Alec, " I pause for a second before changing the topic "Hey- what if we move those cars to the upper yard, pointing them facing out. They'll be out of the way but ready to go if we ever need to bail."

He looks over to where I was pointing and hum "I see what you are saying and doing Lucy."

I glance at him and innocently muse "No idea what you are talking of, kid."

He eyes me before barking orders as he walks away. I allow my frown to grow as I listen to Glenn talk to Rick about giving the prisoners supplies when we send them off.

I grab the tail of my pony and tighten it. Reid isn't going to leave, hell fight tooth to nail. Why is another question.

I grab my rig and zip it up, the tightness filling my heart. It's like a weighted blanket. Oh my god, I love those! I secure the zipper in a firm button.

I glance at Mustache talking to Daryl on his bike before the former rides off leaving the white guy in the dust.

I survey the field and find Hershel out. I smile and raise a thumbs up. My scabs on my arms tightening with the motion.

Beth and Carl smile over at me despite the adult's scowl. I sigh and lean back, my book placed it to the side of me as I lean back to stare at the clouds drifting.

Suddenly fire burns through my body like a bullet and I shoot up, glancing around, three out of the four prisoners. The small black guy is gone the spiteful one.

I jump off the hood as an alarm starts ringing inside the prison. I glance at Carl and Lori as Beth helps Hershel back up the steps. I sprint past everyone and shut the metal door, the lock clicking making Hershel look up from his place on the stairs Beth points behind me screaming.

"WALKERS!"

I glance behind me and pull my spine knife, slicing right under my other cuts and smear blood on the metal, glancing around before finding and Carl trying to help his hyperventilating mother into another entrance.

My fire pulses as I see the fence open, walkers pouring out.

I glance at everyone fighting and curse, rushing after the fullest family unite and with a woman that hates me.

I grab Loris other arm and smear my blood on her arms as she tries to pull away, we enter the eerie dim building.

I press her against the wall as the door opens behind us, I spring forward, my eyes catching my mamas look alike, I twitch and my blade slices lightly through her arm.

Maggie hisses and nods at me, leading Lori away as I take the back, Carl out in the front with his gun out.

I peer down a hall away as the ringing makes my ears pulse painfully as fire burns through me like water.

Something lunges out and I raise my knife but it gets smacked. The knife clatters to the ground.

I gasp but a hand quickly covers my mouth as another wraps around my arms, leaving me immobilized.

He quickly drags me down halls and a clinking of metal before he throws me to the ground.

I roll with the drop and hop to my feet, my hand grabbing a needle and staring into the ice eyes of my father.