despite her words, she knew that he was going to take responsibility and blame himself. it’s always been that way, especially even more so after he declared that he was the leader of this group. everything fell on him, every decision was made by consulting him and getting his approval. so, she understood why it was hard for him not to assume that role.
surely he hadn’t been here long if he didn’t know much about it’s purpose, that if was just another place for survivors to come, or if it was much more than that. it’s clean environment was a huge change, it wasn’t something she was use to anymore ╾ at least not since having left the farm.
finally taking a seat at the table she could feel her nerves getting the better of her, slowly eating at the emptiness within her gut. her instincts were telling her to stay alert, that this place was full of strangers that couldn’t be trusted.
a nod was given in reply, she understood and there shouldn’t be a problem in doing so. maggie and everyone else were use to constantly moving, at least until they settled at the prison but clearly that didn’t end well… they were so naive when they should of used their experience and better judgement. ‘ so just lay low for now? ‘
There were nights when he’d toss and turn and think of Hershel. That man had meant more to him in a short period of time than most people at the prison did. He was his teacher, his guide and without him, he felt like he was constantly wandering down a dark corridor with no end. No matter what anyone said and no matter how much he denied it, it was his fault. He could have done something and instead, he offered peace.
There was no time to focus on that, not until after they figured out their next step, their next move. Did they stick around and trust the people they now lived with or did they leave and try elsewhere? It was an obvious fact that people couldn’t be trusted nowadays, not unless you were shaped with those people when everything started. If Rick hadn’t met anyone other than his family, he would have a hard time trusting the people he now had the pleasure of knowing.
His eyes followed her first, watched as she sat herself down at the many of tables in the room. He then followed her, one foot in front of the other until he was sitting down directly in front of her. For a while, he remained silent. ❝ We don’t have much of a choice. ❞
He had to think this through, had to put his group and the remaining person in his family before himself. If they wanted to stay, if they thought it was good enough, then he would lower his voice and handle whatever is thrown their way. He wasn’t making the decisions anymore, not when he always seemed to cock it up and risk people’s lives in the process. ❝ Who knows, we might get lucky this time. ❞
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a soft smile graced her features as he spoke, despite all they’d been through since they left the farm, all the weight...
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There were nights when he’d toss and turn and think of Hershel. That man had meant more to him in a short period of time...