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I smiled at Judith, seeing Lori in her features.
"She's starting to look just like Lori." I mumbled.
Rick walked up beside me, his hand pressing against my back.
"Please don't leave. You can hate me all you want, but please don't leave." He mumbled.
"I won't." I whispered.
"I'm sorry for everything I said earlier." He mumbled.
"I understand why you think Ron would try and hurt us. I get it." He added.
"Why'd you say it?" I asked.
"I was mad. I don't think when I'm mad." He answered.
"Maybe this relationship thing isn't for us." I stated.
"What? Yes it is. Every couple has arguments." He replied.
I looked back down at Judith who had fallen asleep, before walking out of the room.
"Hey," Rick mumbled, his hand wrapping around my wrist.
"What?" I asked, turning around.
"I let you walk away too much. I let you run away from your problems, and that all ends now. You aren't leaving mad." He replied.
"I don't run away from my problems." I replied.
He raised an eyebrow and tried to hide his smirk as I realized he was right.
"Shut up, Grimes." I replied, pulling my wrist from his grip and ran down the stairs.
"I wasn't talking, babe." He replied, following me.
My heart raced at his reply, and I opened the door.
He pulled me back in and spun me around before shutting the door.
My back hit the door as he cornered me against it.
"You aren't leaving." He stated, his voice low.
"Who says?" I asked.
"You should know that answer." He replied, his nose brushing against mine.
"Let me go." I ordered, trying to push him back with my hands.
"I will if you stay." He mumbled.
"We need a break." I whispered.
"So you're just gonna give up because of our argument?" He asked.
"It's not giving up. It's allowing me to think of what I need to do." I replied.
"Maybe you don't love me after all. If you loved me you wouldn't want a break, we'd work through 'the argument' together." He replied, backing up from me.
"Rick, I love you. I just need to think." I replied.
"I think you've already made your decision." He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper.
"What? So now you're going to be pissed at me?" I replied.
He walked upstairs, leaving me alone downstairs.
I sighed, throwing myself onto the couch.
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"Hey, Sam. We need to talk." Jessie stated, walking up to me.
"What's to talk about?" I asked.
"The way you talked to my son, it was completely uncalled for. He wouldn't harm a fly." She replied.
"He's mad, he's angry at Rick for killing his dad, and he's going to act out. Kids do. I was just warning him of his consequences if he messes with any of my family." I replied.
"Stay away from him." She ordered.
"I was planning on it." I replied.
"I don't take kindly to whores who threaten my kids." She replied.
I ignored her and started to turn around when she opened her mouth.
"Maybe Carl deserves what he gets. He's a spoiled brat anyways." She stated.
I spun around, and grabbed her by the collar of her shirt.
"Do you have any idea who you're talking to?" I asked, ready to knock her out.
She can say all she wants about me, but when it comes to my family she'd be better off if she shut her damn mouth.
"You ain't shit." She replied.
I shoved her back before turning around and walking away.
"Rick was fun last night!" She yelled.
I laughed, turning around and walking backwards.
"I know!" I replied, smirking.
She wanted it to irritate me, but it really didn't.
"Maggie, are you okay?" I asked, finding her sitting on her porch steps.
She looked up at me with tears in her eyes.
"I'm pregnant." She replied.
It didn't really surprise me, but my heart broke for her because I know how scared and worried she must be.
I sat down beside her and wrapped my arms around her.
"It's gonna be okay. Glenn's gonna come back, he'll be back." I reassured her, her head on my chest.
"He's never been gone this long." She replied.
"Hey, Glenn's saved all of our asses, and he knows how to save his own. He's smart, he knows how to fight, and he knows how to survive. He's going to come back, I promise." I replied.
"I burnt the last picture I had of him, because I told myself I'd never let him out of my sight." She sobbed.
"When he comes back I'll find some kind of camera and make you an entire scrapbook of you two if you want me to." I joked.
She pulled away and let out a small laugh after wiping her eyes.
"So what happened with you and Rick? He told me you two broke up." She mumbled.
"We got in a fight, he said some hurtful things, and I told him we needed a break. He thinks I don't love him." I replied.
"Well that's bullshit." She replied.
I nodded, propping my arms on my knees.
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"What's wrong?" I asked Daryl who ran up the stairs of Carol's porch.
"Ye need to come with me. Rick's hurt." He replied, the walkie-talkie in his hand.
"What happened?" I asked, my heart coming up in my throat.
"I'll tell ye on the way there, just come on!" He replied.
"How did Rick even get out? We're in twenty deep with walkers. We can't even get out." I replied.
"Aaron said he showed him the way he showed you this morning." He replied.
"Shit!" I cursed, picking up my speed to catch up with Daryl.
"What happened to him? Tell me right now." I demanded.
"Can't tell ya. You'll go all ape shit." He replied.
"Good job, that makes me want to go ape shit." I sassed.
"He got in a wreck," He told me before speaking into the walkie-talkie.
"Rick, ye there?" He asked, holding down the button on the side.
"Hurry."
Tears stung my eyes as Rick replied, his voice cracking.
We picked up our pace and went under the ground, which was the way Aaron showed me.
I blocked out the smell of shit, and we ran to the exit.
"Hang in there." Daryl replied to Rick.
"Shit." I cursed, walkers about fifty yards away from the exit.
"Be extremely quiet. We're going to go through the woods and circle around back onto the road; the truck is there." Daryl informed me.
I nodded, slowly following him out of the literal shit hole.
Once we were in the woods, Rick's voice rang through the walkie-talkie.
"The car's smoking."
I sighed, the truck coming into sight.
"I'll be there in about five minutes." Daryl told Rick.
"I d-don't know if I can hang on that long," Rick replied.
I looked to Daryl with wide eyes, already shaking with fear.
"Get out of the car, dammit!" Daryl ordered him.
I jumped into the truck, Daryl speeding down the road.
"There's about ten walkers outside, I can't take them." Rick replied.
"We're almost there." Daryl replied.
"We?" Rick asked, his voice getting staticky.
"Calm him down." Daryl ordered, throwing the walkie-talkie in my lap.
"Grimes, listen to me." I ordered.
"You shouldn't have came." He replied.
I held the button down, "I'm sorry for saying what I said. I need you to fight, okay? You can do it."
"I can't see, everything's blurry." He replied.
"Get out of the fücking car before it catches fire, you can take on ten walkers. Fück. Do it for me, okay?" I demanded.
"I can't even keep m-my head up, how am I supposed to take all of them on?" He asked.
"Stay in the car. I see you." Daryl replied, holding the button down.
"I love you, Sam." Rick replied, his voice cracking.
I screamed, the car being engulfed in flames.
Tears streamed down my cheeks as Daryl and I jumped out of the truck.
I stabbed two walkers in the head before Daryl opened the car door and pulled Rick out.
The flames were only under the hood, but was quickly about to engulf the entire car.
Daryl pulled Rick about fifty yards away before the car was fully engulfed in flames.
I threw myself on the ground beside Rick, examining the huge bloody bruise on his forehead, the cuts on his arms, and the blood seeping through his white shirt.
"How'd it happen?" I asked him.
"I lost control of the car and hit the tree." He mumbled.
I took my flannel off and pressed it against his forehead.
"It needs stitches." I mumbled.
"We gotta get him back." Daryl stated.
"How are we gonna get him under ground?" I asked.
"I don't know. We'll cross that bridge when it comes." He replied, lifting Rick and putting him in the backseat.
I got in the backseat with Rick, his body falling over onto mine.
"Keep your eyes open. You have a concussion, most likely." I stated, dabbing his cut on his forehead with my flannel.
He could even be internally bleeding, but I didn't want to think of that.
My heart raced even more when he began slurring with his words and mumbling things I couldn't understand.
I leaned down and pressed my lips against his before he began closing his eyes.
"Look at me." I ordered, patting his cheek.
"That's not h-hard to do." He mumbled, his eyes staring into mine.
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IM BACK FOR GOOD AND TRYING TO GET BACK TO UPDATING EVERY DAY AGAIN
Rick is rubbing off on Sam lmao #Sack (I STILL CANT EVEN WITH THEIR SHIP NAME)
I have a terrible cold and had to go to the doctor today and ugh
I'm going to be straying away from the series because if I go by the series I'm going to have to wait until February AND I AINT GON DO THAT
so therefore nothing else from here out until February will be like the series (if that makes sense)
BUT GUYS IM SO EXCITED FOR CHRISTMAS!!!!