Stumbling upon Alexandria, Reese recounts the events up until now. Meeting Rick's group at the prison, scavenging, sickness, and attacks while creating an attachment to the stoic Bowman.
"That's a first," the older woman chuckles, checking the running camera that began beeping erratically. Changing out the memory cards because the current one is full. Thinking back to Glenn's sudden interest in cameras. She missed the early days. Waking up early going on runs. She even missed being the third wheel/chaperone to the couple.
~.~
"Get ready, Glenn!" Reese yells as she runs alongside Maggie, with the wild animal sprinting ahead of them. Starting the startup by raising wild stock. Cows, pigs, and horses. Today was wild boar. A startled squeal sounds as the pig is lifted into the air and caught by Glenn.
"Whoa!" the young man exclaims, adjusting his grip on the rope. Everyone smiles and giving high fives catching their breath.
"You can now change your name to Piggy bait." the Greene teases watching as Glenn slowly lowering the thrashing net into Reese's open arms making sure their hard work would go running into the forest.
"If only I can call you the piggy chaser," he replies with a sultry brow, making Maggie bite her lip, but causing Reese to grimace.
"This may be the last time I go on a hunt with you two.
"Why?" Maggie is genuinely confused.
"We make a great team," he adds, rolling up the trap to use later.
"I just might blow my brains if I hear "piggy chaser" again." she quotes.
"It's romantic." Maggie reasons. "Should find someone like Glenn."
"No, thank you." Reese smiles grabbing the pig under the stomach bracing everything it wiggled and kicked, tiring itself out allowing itself to be held. He led the walk back to the prison, which wasn't too far away.
"Tyreese seems nice." Maggie ponders.
Reese snickers at the thought.
"Oscar. Axle." Maggie shrugs. "Never had a redhead," she whispers.
"Hey!" Glenn looks to her taking offense.
"I think I had my fill of Convicts." she attempts to end the conversation.
"Who do you think is a good fit for Reese?" Maggie.
"Good fit for what?" the man asks, obviously tuning them out.
"For what we have?"
"What do we have?"
"God just kill me now." Reese grits her teeth.
"Not many left," he sighs. "Ummmmmmm..." he scratches the back of his neck "...Dar-"
"Oooooowwww!" Reese screams as she stumbles with the pig in her arms, slipping from a ledge and tumbling down the incline into a shallow pool.
"Reese!"
"Reese!"
Catching her breath, her entire front was covered in red clay. Spitting the chunks from her teeth.
"Reese!"
"Are you okay?"
"No!" she calls up the ledge that wasn't that far down. The dried-up stream she was standing in. Slipping upon dead fish and frogs. "Little Bastard bit me," she whines, looking at the red mixing with the orange-brown dirt on her arm.
~.~
"What happened!" Rick demands as the three come to the gate, eyeing Reese, who holds her arm to her chest, filthy with mud. "Reese! You alright?" the sheriff asks, placing a hand on her shoulder and lifting her chin so she could look him in the eye. "Oscar, get Hershel!"
"I'm fine," she says, swatting Rick's hands away. "Just need to get cleaned up," she says, making her way up the steps.
"C'mon!" the archer speaks up, parting the crowd with his extended hand, which Reese hesitantly takes. Escorted to the showers forced down onto a stool dunking his pale red rag into the bucket running it along her neck, shoulders, and back. Taking away the thick layer of mud that clung to her skin. Looping a finger and pulling down her t-shirt as he peered down her back. Cleaning her arms, his thumbs probing the broken skin on her forearm. His breath hitches in his throat at the sight. Broken skin with a perfect imprint of each tooth.
"Wild boar." she quickly informs seeing the relief wash over him from the drop of his tense shoulders.
Dropping his hands from her arm breathing out a deep exhale. He lifted his head, not bothering that his hair was in his eyes, and went to clean her face. Without a second thought, her hands took hold of the sides of his head, slamming her lips into his. He goes stiff, but kisses back. Deep inhales through the nose and her moans of displeasure as he pulled out of her hold. He shot up from his crate, panting for breath.
"Gettin' shy on me, Dixon." She snickers, seeing how flustered he was. "Or did I misread the room?" She quirks her brow. He holds a hand over his mouth in shock at what just happened.
"You misread the room." He growls.
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"Liked what you see?" she cackles.
"I was lookin' for bites...you can turn in ta' one 'em from just a scratch, dumbass." He snaps.
"Awe." She coos. "Seems ya' do have a heart." She tilts her head. "Glenn owes me a soda."
"Shud'up." He grumbles face flushed a deep red looking to the floor. "You look like shit." He grumbles, clearing his throat.
"You don't look too bad yourself, Sunshine." She grins from ear to ear as if she had been told the highest of compliments. In the apocalypse looking like shit was high praise over looking like death.
~.~
"This must be our new resident."
Reese shakes her head at the memory. The trip down memory lane seems to have opened the floodgates.
"Sorry," he apologizes. "Didn't mean to barge in; didn't think auditions were still going."
"Reese, this is my husband, Reg." Deanne introduces the white-haired man with black glasses.
"The tale y'all have to tell." he exhales deeply with a shake of his head. "Riveting ."
"I would say that we were lucky, but I think we would have to take the silver medal this year," she jokes.
"I'll forget my head if it wasn't attached." he laughs. "That's why I write everything down." He flashes a brown leather-bound journal.
"Everything has to be recorded."
"Why?" She couldn't help, but ask.
"For the future," he answers nonchalantly. "For future generations, our kids, grandkids, and great-grandkids, that everything will eventually fall back into place." he ends with a smile.
