Shelter || Rick & Alicia
She swallowed hard, straightening her back, noticing Rick was even worse than her. “Ok, Rick, listen.” She said, getting rid of his arm and walking in front of him, looking inside his eyes. “My legs are fine.” She said, her hand over the bullet wound on her arm. “I’ll take a look around here, ok? I’ll look for the boy and Judith. For anybody, somebody had to see them, right?” She nodded trying to encourage him. She wasn’t so sure about it, but she didn’t want Rick to lose his faith in find his children.
He was shattered. Covered of blood and bruises, his eye swollen. She forced a little smile. “I’ll go inside the prison and look for them, you take a look around the yard.” She turned around and forced her legs to move, her chest pain hitting her deeply, and she caught her breath before moving away. She looked over her shoulder. “We must meet here, ok? I won’t lose you too.”
They came to a halt, and he listened to what she had to say. There was a chance he wouldn’t do what she wanted, but he would listen to her. “I’ll go that way,” he was determined to find them himself, he refused to sit around and not do anything, to not bother trying to find his children - they were all he really had left. He could only hope someone he trusted from the group. If he couldn’t find them, he’d want someone else to find them, to take them into their arms and look after them from then on out, until Rick could get to them, at least.
Just standing, Rick felt himself falling apart, he almost felt sick due to the pain the Governor had caused him both physically and mentally. He watched her walk away, or at least attempt to, he felt bad for her - he was practically giving her no choice but to force herself forward and search for his children. He would forever be grateful for that. Rick gave a nod of his head before turning himself and staggering past the now remains of a tank that had forced his fences down.
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