The Little Things ~Rick Grimes~

Crybaby

Rick and some of the other bust through to gate with Hershel bleeding on a table.

"What the hell happened!?" I yell as I help them get him into a bed so Carol can help him.

"He got bit!" Rick yells over everyone freaking out. All the blood made me woozy and I needed to leave the room so I walked over to Daryl to see him pointing his crossbow into an empty hallway.

"What the hell are you doing?" I speak but he shushes me. I watch down the hallway with him until a group of 5 guys walk in slowly.

"That's close enough." Daryl states using an authoritative tone. Who the hell are these people?

"Cell block C. Cell 4- that mine gringo. Let me in." The creepy looking one says.

"Today's your lucky day fellas. You've been pardoned by the state of Georgia. Your free to go" I laugh and immediately cover my mouth and look down. Not the time, my bad.

"What's going on in there?" One of the nicer looking ones ask.

"It ain't none of your concern." Daryl spits back, the hick in his voice evident.

"Don't be telling me what's my concern." The scary one speaks while pulling a gun out of his pocket. My hands shoots over mine, not taking it out but ready if I need to.

"Chill man. Dudes leg is messed up" I like this one. He's nice.
"Besides we're free now. Why are we still in here?"

"The man is right" I speak up.

"A group of civilians breaking in to a prison they got no business being in? Got me thinkin there ain't no place for us to go." Damn he's kinda right.

"Why don't you go found out?" I can hear the anger seething out of Daryls voice.

"Maybe we'll just be goin now." One of the kinder looking ones speaks. Good idea.

"Hey we ain't leaving!" God what's this guys deal?

"Well you're not coming in either" I raise my gun while I speak, startling the kinder ones while the mean ones seem unfazed.

"Hey this is my house! My rules! I go wherever I damn want puta!" He yells, his gun to my face and my gun to his.

"Step back!" Daryl screams.

"Hey hey hey! Everyone relax! There's no need for this!" Rick comes running to the rescue. My stance doesn't falter and I keep my gun aimed.

"How many of you in there?" Scary guy asks.

"Too many for you to handle" Rick responds and puts his hand on my back but I shrug it off. I don't need him to protect me. I've got this. He gives me a quick look before returning his focus to the men.

"You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you take him to a hospital." At the sound of those words I realize they have no idea what's going on outside. My stance falters a bit at this thought.

"How long y'all been locked in the cafeteria?" Rick asks, realizing the same thing I did.

"Going on like 10 months" My eyes close and I drop my gun but Daryl keeps his crossbow up. They start to tell us their story and I feel a pang in my chest. These poor guys have no idea. Rick steps up to be the one to tell them and everyone's faces drop.

"What about my moms?" The big one asks.

"My kids? My old lady?" They all question and I feel terrible. In all honesty they're probably all gone. The scary ones arm drops and he's no longer pointing a gun to my face.

"Ain't no way" He speaks and I roll my eyes.

"See for yourself" I tell him and point to the door. And so they did. And just as we said, the world is shit.

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I wake up in my prison bunk bed with Ricks arm around me. This is a rare thing because he's often already up and going by the time I wake up but I'm assuming he needs his rest. I try to get up as quietly as possible to not wake him up but I fail. Once I'm out of the bed and putting on my clothes he groans and turns to me.

"Come back." I chuckle and zip up my pants.

"I can't. We have work to do today. Gotta clear the fields remember? Those corpses are starting to get nasty." He lightly chuckles and buries his face deeper into his pillow. I lean down, giving him a kiss before I start to walk out of the cell.

"Wait!" He grumbles and I turn around.
"I'm coming with you." He drags himself out of the bed and starts to throw his pants on. I can't help myself from looking at his chest and I walk over to him, dragging my hand across it.
"You like what you see?" He speaks and I smile, leaning up and capturing his lips in mine. He moans into my mouth from the surprise and I smile into the kiss.
"What was that for?" He smiles and I shrug.

"You looked hot" I turn and start to make my way out of the room, feeling a small smack in my ass, to which I just laugh at and head down to the field. A good start to the day if I do say so myself.

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I find myself in a random cell I've found, no where near our cell block, with Carl. I don't even know what happened. One minute we're all smiling, seeing Hershel walk and the next we're being overrun by walkers. The last thing I see before grabbing Carl's hand and running is a walker taking a chunk out of T-dog. After that I let my body take control. So me and Carl ran. Far. And now we're here.

"Peach" I look at him and he's sitting on the bed.
"I'm not scared ya know?" He says and I smile just a bit.

"That good cuz I'm fucking terrified" I cover my mouth when I realize the language I used in front of him.
"Sorry." He chuckles and shrugs it off.

"When do you think it's safe to go out?" He asks me.

"I don't know." My voice breaks and I slide down the wall. Carl comes and joins me and I lay my head on his shoulder.
"What if no one else made it?" I say quietly.

"No way. We've been through worse. There's no way we're the only survivors. Have you seen my dad?" I chuckle and wipe a tear from my face.

"Yea your right. When did you grow up and get all brave?" He laughs.

"Should we try to make our way back?" I nod and stand up, then helping him up. We make our way down the halls, killing a few walkers along the way. Once we get outside, I cover my eyes to shield the bright sun. Once we're able to see again, we make our way to the courtyard that is close to our cell block. And there he was.
"Dad!" Carl yells and his head whips in our direction and there we stand. Me with my hand on Carl's shoulder looking straight into his eyes. He jogs in our direction, enveloping us both in his arms.

"Holy shit. Thank god" Rick breaths out. I hug him back as well as Carl. We turn when we hear a baby's cry and see Maggie walk through holding a tiny human. Hold on... no. Oh god no.
"W-w-wh" Rick can't even form words at the sight in front of him and Carl's eyes become glossy. Maggie cries as she holds the small thing to her chest. No one speaks as sobs start to leave Ricks mouth. Carl seems to be in shock seeing as nothing is coming from him. Rick falls to the floor and I rush to his side, bringing him into my arms as he sobs into my chest. I run my fingers through his hair as a few tears of my own slip out. Sure Lori wasn't my favorite person but she didn't deserve this. And neither did her family.

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Hey guys. I'm sorry I've been bad about updating. I just truly haven't felt the motivation to do anything at this point. I'm trying I promise.

-lil