Seeing such a strong, brave leader in such a broken state was a bit disheartening for the blonde. She put her faith in Rick, just as her father had done, and she’d always stand by that. Hershel, bless his soul, was a good judge of character; at least he’d left her with someone to look up to. Stepping back, the young girl offered him a weary smile, cerulean hues glimmering from unshed tears for Rick, for herself, for everyone that they’d lost.
But she had to remember, she does not cry anymore.
❝Are you alright?❞
It seemed most people couldn’t handle the fact Rick had changed, and not for the better. He was hardly the same man. People used to put their trust into him, used to lean on him for support. He was supposed to be their leader. What had he lead them into other than death and loneliness? It was because of him that the whole group had lost each other, had split apart, and he would go on thinking that for the rest of his days. In Rick’s head, whenever something went wrong due to a bad decision, it was his fault.
Was he alright? He pondered on the question for a while. Did he lie or did he tell the truth?
“’m fine,” he decided to lie. “Are you alright?”
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