philophobia|| the walking dead

twelve.

CHAPTER TWELVE,
brawl in the streets.

Aiden laid on the couch, resting her eyes when Carol walked into the house. She opened her eyes slightly and saw Rick still sitting at the kitchen island.

"Pete's hitting Jessie. Maybe Sam, too." Carol said suddenly.

"You know this how? Sam tell you?" Rick asked her.

"He didn't have to." Carol replied.

"Rick, people who's been through shit like this recognize it quickly and easily. That son of a bitch gives off sketchy vibes. There's no doubt he's abusing his wife," Aiden said from where she slowly sat up on the couch.

Rick walked off. "Rick. I know how this is gonna go with Pete. There's only one was it can go." Carol said and Rick looked at her. "You're gonna have to kill him."

"I'll do it myself." Aiden shrugged.

»

"Noah's dead."

Aiden laid in her and Daryl's, a small cry moving past her lips. She was so, so tired of losing people she loved.

Aiden and Noah had grown close. Everyone knew Aiden had some sort of maternal, protective sense over the teen and Noah didn't seem to mind. He gravitated towards the mother-to-be.

Noah.

The boy Beth Greene had trusted and evidently died for.

All for fucking nothing.

She just saw him and his smile only a couple hours ago. "I'll see you later, Noah."

"I'll be back, Aid." Noah said back to her. She smiled at the boy.

"You sure as hell will."

He didn't come back.

Aiden heard the door open. She didn't bother to look up when someone sat beside her feet.

"Aiden," Glenn.

She sighed and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand. She glanced up at him and he frowned down at her.

"Are you hungry? You need anything?" He asked her.

"I should be askin' you that, Glenn. You're the one that witnessed it." She took his hand in hers. "Are you okay, Glenn?"

He shook his head and gripped her hand back, "gotta be, don't I? Don't all of us?"

"It's okay to fall apart a little, Glenn. Everyone would understand if you took the day off for yourself."

"I can't," he replied. Her eyes scanned over his face with concern. "Can't stop fighting, Aid."

"Who ever said something about stop fighting? That's what this group does. We fight like hell."