The Little Things ~Rick Grimes~

Sweet Cheeks

It's been a bit since the incident. When all was said and done I simply went back to the room I was staying in and took a nap. I'm not very good at processing emotions. I kinda just let them all build up until I eventually explode and let the cycle start all over again. Once I woke up I didn't move. I just stayed in the comfy bed that I am extremely grateful for because everyone else is sleeping in tents on the ground.

"Hey" I hear a gruff voice come from the door and I turn in the bed to see Rick.

"Hey cowboy" I speak back, my head still laying on the pillow. He sits on the bed next to me and I feel it dip when he does.

"I'm going out on a run with Glenn to get Hershel. Just didn't wanna leave without saying goodbye" he tucks a hair out of my face while he speaks.

"Why? I'll see you when you get back" I chuckle and he shrugs.

"You never know. Just wouldn't want to regret anything" I roll by eyes at the fact that he thinks a simple run will kill the Rick Grimes.

"Well in that case, I'm coming with you. If your doubting yourself then you won't be at your top potential and I have to come to hold you accountable" I speak my nonsense of an explanation as I get up, and get anything I need. He laughs as I do and stands up from the bed.

"Okay" he kisses my forehead
"I'll meet you outside"

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The drive there was long and quiet. The bar was actually a short ways away but the silence made it draw out. Rick kicks open the door to the tavern, all three of us with our guns raised. When the door is wide, no walkers are in sight, just a sad looking Hershel at the bar.

"Hershel!" Rick calls out.

"Who's with you?" The old man doesn't even question the fact that Ricks here to retrieve him. He most likely saw it coming.

"Glenn and Peach" we holster our weapons at no sight of danger.

"Sir, how many have you had" I question him.

"Not enough." He speaks between clenched teeth.

"Let's finish this at home okay? Look, Beth collapsed, is in some sort of state of shock. I think you are too" Rick tries to say in the most calming tone as possible but his gruff voice, which I enjoy very much, makes it hard to do. Hershel goes on a big rant about him just feeling sorry for himself. I can't help but just lean against the counter and wait for this whole thing to be over.

"Can you leave please?" Hershel says in a voice that we almost can't hear.
"Just go" he says louder
"JUST GO" even louder.

"I promised Maggie I'd bring you home safe" Rick tries again

"Yea like you promised that little girl" Hershel says in a crude tone and I take a step forward but Glenn's hand holds me back. How could he say that?

"So whats your plan!? Finish that bottle!? Drink yourself to death and leave you girls alone!?" I speak up. It wasn't right for him to make that comment. We did everything we could for little Sophia.

"Stop telling me how to care for my family! My farm! You people are like the plague! I do the Christian thing and give you shelter, and you destroy it all!" The man yells and I can't help but to feel myself flinch when he fully explodes. Rick and Hershel begin to get in each others faces, fighting while me and Glenn don't know what to do to help. We simply stay back.

"Now come on." Rick tries again.

"Your girls need you now more than ever" I speak up and start to make my way to the fighting men. My words didn't help and the old man just started ranting and feeling sorry for himself once again. After a ton more fighting and trying to convince Hershel to save his little girl, the tavern doors open revealing two actually live men.