✧ ཻུ۪۪. bad things happen to good people
and she didn't think he was all that bad . . .
the walking dead | ↷ season 4 - season ?
( carl grimes x fem!oc )
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ᴀ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴘᴜꜱʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʀɴ ᴅᴏᴏʀ. maggie and sasha emerge from behind him as our weapons are raised. daryl runs past them as they enter to check for a sign of anyone else, i glance at carl who's eyes are already on me with judith in his arms.
"this is aaron, he says he has a camp." maggie explains, her accent lacing every cautious word as she speaks. rick slowly looks him over, gun still in hand. safety off.
"hi." the man named aaron nervously spat out, judith instantly starts crying at the uncertainty and fills the silent barn with her voice. me too judith. carl calms her down as i gently stroke her back, she coos at the touch and just grabs onto the boy's shirt as i smile at them.
he inches forward with his hand extended, "it's nice to meet you-"
everyone's guns raise with the safety clicking off, daryl stays right behind the man, calculating his every move. i felt a little bad for aaron, he looked pretty harmless but so did gareth in a way. you just can't trust people anymore.
"you said he had a weapon?" rick croaked, maggie instantly hands aaron's small pistol to him. "something you need?"
sasha pipes up, "he has a camp, nearby. he wants us to audition for membership."
my nose scrunches up a little and i see cinched brows all across the room, audition?
"i.. wish there was another word. audition makes it sound like we're some kind of a dance troupe... that's only on friday nights." he nervously jokes, silence filled the barn and he shakes his head, "um.. a-and it's not a camp, its a community. i think you all would make valuable additions, but it's not my call. my job is to convince you all to follow me back home."
rick scoffed to himself. that last line sounds comforting. not. i couldn't figure out if the guy was a good liar or so transparent that he just seemed like an elaborate liar. he looked clean, really really clean, that was something no one would see these days. ever. part of me went to trust him and be hopeful but who i'd become on the road pushed those feelings to the side. trusting people isn't the norm anymore, never will be again.
"i know, if i were you i wouldn't go either. not until i knew exactly what i was getting into. sasha, can you hand rick my pack?" he politely asks, the woman holds eye contact, as if she's reading him, before walking over and giving rick his bag.
