For You // R.G.

Chapter 53

Sena's POV

"Keep an eye on Jamie, I won't be here for the day." I say to max as I was walking out of the prison, max stood there with Rick, she watched me with confusion as I left.

"Sena, where are you going?" She calls, I turn to answer her,

"I'm questioning Derek. Seeing if he should stay or go." I answer. Rick comes up behind max, placing a hand on her back, he looked at me. I knew that he didn't like the idea by the look in his eyes, I've spent the last winter with him and I've seen a lot of his sides, and this one was recognizable to me. He left max and jogged up to me,

"Use cell block A, and never let your guard down." He says into my eyes while handing me his dagger. I nod and he finally leaves to go comfort max. I turn back to the vehicle and spot Derek hanging his head to the side, his face bruised and bloody from Max's outburst. I walked up to the door and opened it, he quickly came to alert,

"I can- I can get out of the car." He offers, not in an egotistical way but in a polite gesture so I wouldn't have to strain myself trying to get his weak body out of the car. He started to do it by himself by slowly letting himself off of the seat but he started to fall, I went up and caught him,

"Thank you." He says to me once he was up. My cheeks flushed a little when he looked me in the eye. He was different from past guys I've met, he was genuine and mature, not an asshole-- yet. We both made our way to the prison.

He collapsed down onto a chair in the middle of the cell block, he was breathing heavily

"You lived at Woodbury?" I asked, starting the interview.

He gulped, he nodded, "yeah." He says in a hoarse voice

"How long?"

"A few months ago- I came across Philip on a supply run with my sister." He paused, "she died on the run... And he offered to take me back to his place, seeing that I could be an asset to the security." He explains.

I watch his body language, seeing if there were any clear indications of him lying, and I didn't see any.

"How old are you?"

He looked up at me, he smirked and then chuckled,

"I'm 23. How old are you?"

"19 this upcoming June." I answered, he kept his eyes on me and I felt a little intimidated. I then looked up at him when I came up with some other questions to ask him.

"Do you trust us? If we let you in, will you obey our rules and agree to protect the prison against... Philip?"

He took a moment to answer, looking off into the distance, biting his swollen lip. He then looked up at me,

"Your friend doesn't seem to trust me. How can I live somewhere where people can't trust me?"

"You were with the enemy. She thought you knew about the attack." I then paused, I realized I forgot to ask him the most important question. "Did you know about the attack that took place today?"

He stared me right in the eyes, straight faced, "no. I didn't know. I'm the security there-- I'm no Martinez, I'm the wall guard. I just protect the community from lurkers." He explains. Even though I trusted him as he stared into my eyes in that moment, I made the decision to keep him locked up until Rick got the chance to ask him himself.

"Okay. That's all--"

"Did I pass the test?"

I looked back at him, he was looking up at me, I took a deep breath to try and remain strong. I hated myself for liking him already.

"No. But you're sleeping in here for the night, there's a bed and we'll bring you food in an hour or so." I say as I helped him up, now guiding him to his cell. He then fell onto the bed, I closed the door, locking it. I was ready to leave when he tells me,

"I've seen your friend before... Around Woodbury. She was a doctor or something?"

I paused, I went to an angle so I could see him through the bars of the jail cell. He was standing with his hand on one of the bars, playing with the crinkling paint chips. He looks up at me,

"She must have not noticed me since she beat me up." He jokes, I couldn't help but smile. He looked up at me,

"I hope I get to stay here." He says after a minute of silence.

"Why?"

He gave me a side look, a playful smile playing across his lips,

"I wouldn't see much of you out there, would I?"

I felt my cheeks redden, I tried not to smile and act like a complete blithering idiot-- I mean, I was just questioning him if he purposely tried to kill us. So, instead of giving him something back, I turned away, my hair flowing to the side, a dramatic scene like in a movie. I walked away going back to the group's cellblock with a big smile.

Max's POV

Rick laid down on the cell bed with me, his arms wrapping me up in an embrace. He occasionally asked me if I wanted something to eat or if I wanted water, I wasn't hungry or thirsty. I guess after an uncomfortable period of silence, he started to ask me stupid questions to pass the time or maybe to take my mind off of things. But all I know is that it made me feel a little better,

"What's your favorite time of year?"

I look up at him and see him looking at me, I sniffle. I paused but answered, doing this could help me keep my mind occupied.

"Fall."

"Why?"

I look into his eyes and smile, knowing he cared about me enough to ask me stupid questions so I wouldn't cry anymore.

"Because it isn't too hot or too cold. The leaves are pretty and plus my birthday is in November." I say. He smiles and kisses me.

"What... Was... The color of your room?" He asked, making up questions as he went along. I smiled, amused at this question.

"It was hot pink with boy band posters all over the walls." I tease, he groans and turns on his side, not liking my humor. I laugh then answer, "no, no. It was gray... No posters of boy bands by the way." He turned around and looked more interested,

"That's mature." He says impressed, a change from what I had originally said the room looked like.

"For someone in their twenties, yeah-"

He groans again and rubs his face.