My Lucille | ✔️

38// They hear, they respond.

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You opened your eyes as you groaned, your back hurting from the uncomfortable seat. You opened the truck door, immediately falling to your knees "son of a bitch" you mumble as you stood up, stretching your back and arms.

You started walking towards the house, knocking on the door before going inside, taking a cup of milk.

Maggie came in the kitchen, holding a few plates. "Good mornin'" She said as she smiled, making you smile back. "Good morning"

You drank the cup of milk "do you have any pants? These are kinda bloody" You asked as you referred to your black sweats. "Of course, I'll go get some" she said before walking upstairs.

You washed your shirt a few days back, but somehow forgot your pants. She came down a minute later, holding a pair of skinny jeans. "Thank you" you thanked her before going into the bathroom and changing.

The jeans fit perfectly, making you smile. You took your sweats and went outside, helping Carol and Lori with the laundry.

"Good morning" you say to Carol and Lori, before going to the washing basket and starting to wash your pants. Once you were done, you lifted them up and let them to dry.

"What are they doing?" You asked as you referred to Rick and the rest of the men except for Dale and Glenn. "Planning where to start searching for Sophia" Carol answered. You nodded your head, before resuming to what you were doing.

"Need help with that?" You asked Lori who was struggling to hold the big basket filled with wet clothes "if you could" she said as she groaned, dropping the basket to the ground from exhaustion. You chuckled at her state, before picking up the basket and putting it down next to the wires to hang them

"That didn't seem like it was heavy to you" She said as she smiled, surprised of your strength "Well, my husband was a PE teacher, always making me run around the house." You say as you both chuckle "what's his name?" She asked as she hung some clothes

You sighed as you looked ahead at the beautiful trees being blown by the breeze. "Negan" it was quiet for a second, knowing what she was thinking "yeah yeah, he has a weird name"

"Tell me about it!" She said as she laughed. You shot her a glare, before rolling your eyes and laughing.

Right then, you heard Andrea shout "A walker! A walker!" Your head immediately shot up to where Andrea was pointing at, and surely it was a walker.

Andrea lifted her rifle, but got the order to put it down as Shane, Rick and T-dog went running towards the walker which was about a mile or two away, wanting to kill it without a noise to draw more.

You eyes landed back on Andrea, seeing her now laying down on top of the rv, the rifle ready in hand.

"No!" You screamed, but it was too late. She already shot. Seconds later, you heard Rick scream "No!" He kept repeating it, before Andrea got down from the trailer, her and Dale running towards them.

"Shit" you mumbled to yourself as you recognized the shirt the man was wearing. It was Daryl. You ran inside the house, demanding for medical supplies and an empty clean room.

Hershel granted you what you wanted, before Rick and Shane got Daryl inside, putting him on the bed "I need you all to go out, now" you demanded before you put on medical gloves, seeing that the bullet only scratched Daryl's head, although it needed two or three stitches.

They went out, closing the door after them leaving you to treat him. You cleaned the scratch, stitching it up before realizing that his left side of his stomach has blood.