My Lucille | ✔️

36// Cherokee rose

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Waking up the next morning, you decided to help the people at the farm since they gave you and the rest a shelter, who also saved Carl's life.

You were outside, picking up big rocks and putting them in a bucket, before you heard a motorcycle's engine roar near by.

You looked up, seeing Daryl riding his motorcycle alongside the rv and a new car. You smiled feeling relieved everyone's back together. You don't know if they found Sophia or not, but you sure hoped they did.

They parked their cars outside, walking out of their vehicles and approaching everyone. You smiled at Carol who was just as happy as you were to see her. You hugged her, alongside everyone but Daryl.

You looked at him, unsure of how to greet him. He nodded at you, receiving a nod back. Everyone greeted them, before Dale asked "how is he?"

"He's gonna pull through. All because of Hershel and his people. And Shane too, if it wasn't for him he'd be gone" Rick said as he hugged Dale. He looked at Shane for a moment, not really buying what Rick just told him.

"They just lost someone. We need to give them a proper barrier first." You say as they nod, before heading towards the biggest tree in the farm, standing all next to each other as Hershel took out his bible and started reading.

One by one, you all took one rock and stacked them upon each other, before going back to where you all once stood. You looked at the grass underneath your feet, admiring the beautiful flowers yours occasionally spot from time to time.

Just as you thought it was over, Hershel asked Shane to speak for Otis. "I'm not good at it" he whispered as he looked at his feet. "You were the last one with him. You shared his last moments. Would you please tell us what happened? I need to know that his death was meaningful" Patricia pled as she cried. Shane hesitated for a moment before nodding his head.

You focused on his face, his hands were shaking a bit, his hair shaved but a chunk was ripped. His eyes were wandering on the ground, his forehead sweating. He is lying

"Well, uh.. we were at the end. Only got a few rounds in our pistols. I was limpin'. It was bad. Ankle all swollen up. 'We got to save the boy' see, that's what he said. He gave me his backpack then he shoved me ahead. 'Run' he said. 'I'll take rear, I'll cover you'," His eyes suddenly locked with yours. Fear bursting out from them.

"And when I looked back.." Patricia closed her eyes and looked at the ground, covering her mouth as she cried for her husband's death. He looked back at you, before taking a rock and putting it on top of everyone else's.

One by one, everyone started clearing the place leaving only Patricia to think of her husband's death. You walked away slowly, watching Shane's every move. He looked nervous, scared even. You knew deep down he was lying, no doubt.

"Might wanna help me with this, Lucy?" Dale asked as he noticed your glares towards the hatred man. You looked up, smiling at Dale "sure thing" you walked over

"What was that about?" He whispered as he motioned for you to get his gear "what was what about?" He shot you a glare, not wanting to play that game.

You groaned as you set the gear beside the rv. "I don't believe him. He's lying" he looked at you for a moment, before opening the front of the rv and started working on it. "He's lying Dale, he was sweating, he was looking at the ground avoiding our eyes, his hands were shaking, his voice was stumbling, all of these signs are leads to a lie"

He sighed before looking up at you "honest? I don't believe him either" you smiled and nodded your head, happy someone's on your side. "Hey Lucy?" Glenn called from behind you. You turned around, smiling at him as you hummed in response. "Can I steal you for a sec?" You looked back at Dale who happily nodded, making you go with Glenn a little bit far away so no one would hear you two.