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TW// death
Enid's reaction to Rick carrying your corpse through the gates of Hilltop.
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You had only left his sight for a second.
He turned to check over his shoulder, and when he looked back, you had been sniped through a window, your body crumpled against a half-standing wall.
Rick didn't mean to let this happen. He never meant for you to get hurt, let alone die. You were like a third child to him, and for you to be killed as suddenly as you were...
He keeps his gaze straight ahead as he brings one foot in front of the other, maintaining a steady stride forward. The others had offered to carry your corpse, knowing the toll it must be taking on the sheriff. He declined them all, only tightening his grip on your stiff body as a result.
When the walls of Hilltop came into view, Rick felt his heart thundering within his chest. Maggie and Enid... They had entrusted him with your life, believing you to be one hundred percent safe with him. Now look at you.
The gate's begin to open, revealing the ordinary midday traffic of bodies walking every which way. As soon as one person noticed the arrival of Rick's group, they paved a path straight to main building.
Except, the path wasn't necessary. Enid had ran over once she saw the gates opening, prepared to welcome you back with open arms.
Only, she didn't see you standing, nor did she see you hiding behind anyone else. She only saw a corpse, covered in a thin, white cloth, being carried in Rick's arms. She then saw the looks of pity, the looks of sorrow, the looks of guilt.
And once she registered those looks, she brought her hands up to her mouth, tears freely flowing down her once excited face. She had lost someone again. She had lost a part of herself.
