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• Long Conversations •

Me and Tyreese had been sat next to each other outside the infirmary for a while, just glad to be near each other again. Denise had resorted to looking at my leg outside to give Rick some space. She barely spoke and I could see the stress evident on her face. Tyreese's arm stayed around my shoulder's and I enjoyed the comfort it brought. I really wanted to speak to Daryl, wanting to know what happened outside the walls but he wasn't having any of it.

"Later, we need to clear the bodies out," he said gruffly.

"What? You can't multitask?" I asked sarcastically, as if we hadn't been disputing whilst clearing the bodies anyway.

"I can, you can't. Go sit down and wait for Denise to check that leg. Now," he said.

I had seen him walking around every so often now, moving between the different bodies and carrying them to where they need to be. He gave a small wave the first few times, but I could tell the constant work was growing tiring. The man needed to give himself a break.

"Did you hurt your leg before or after we separated?" Tyreese asked, looking at the dark bruising.

"Before. We're not gonna talk about it, it was embarrassing," I gave a small smile.

"Oh really, how?" He smiled.

"Good plan, bad execution type of thing."

Maggie smiled from in front of me and looked away. I hoped she hadn't seen what actually happened but I knew the odds were slim. That watchtower gave a birds-eye view.

  "It was a really good plan," Maggie stated and I rolled my eyes.

Of course she had to see.

"What, am I not allowed to know?" Tyreese laughed and both me and Maggie shook our head.

"Our secret," Maggie said and I smiled at her with appreciation.

"Well, whatever 'bad execution' you had nearly broke your leg. I'm fact, I'm quite surprised that it's not," Denise added, not even a hint of humour in her words.

"Not too bad an execution then," I said, to which Maggie scoffed in disagreement.

"I don't want you walking on that without help. I can't tell how fragile the bone is now, and it'd be best to rest it anyway."

"Thanks Denise."

This news had really ruined my mood. I hoped I'd be able to go do training with Rosita to take my mind of things but it seemed things wouldn't be going my way lately. It was silent for a moment. I just watched as people cleaned the streets, happy to see a few familiar faces still alive and breathing.

"They stepped up last night, Lia," Ty said, following my eyes.

"Damn, didn't know if they had it in them," I said honestly.

"They made it through the Wolves," Tyreese pointed out.

"The living and dead are very different."

It was silent again. I knew he knew I was right. To me, I was more scared of the living. But for the people of Alexandria, a lot of them has never seen a walker. They were threw in the deep end with both the living and dead with no preparation. I held respect for them.

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I was sat next to Rick who held Carl's hand still. My legs lay across Rick's knees while I rested my head on his shoulder. I was exhausted and I knew he was too. He'd been by Carl's side for the entire time.

He didn't seem to mind that I was resting on him, he'd actually adjusted himself slightly so we were both more comfortable.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there," I said quietly, looking up at his chin before looking back down at my legs and closing my eyes.

"What?" He said confusedly.

"When everything happened," I elaborated.

Rick laughed lightly. "You saved Maggie and Tyreese. You needed to look after yourself."

I didn't argue with him. I don't think he understood my point. When I'd heard how he went out to fight the walkers with nothing but his axe, I was mortified. Impressed, but mortified. I prayed that he wouldn't resort to making his decisions based on his emotions more often. Although it worked out in his favour, impulsivity wasn't a good idea.

I wished I was there to help.

I could hear distant voices as I awoke from what felt like the longest sleep I'd ever had. My eyes were slow to open, and it was then I realised that I could only see a limited amount.

"Carl," Dad rasped, a relieved smile on his face.

He got up to hug me, and my gaze fell on the girl in front of me. She looked like she'd been through hell and back. Dried blood splatters and smudges took over most of her face and her hair had gone wavy and messy. She had dark circles under her eyes and I could tell just how exhausted she was. Despite it all, she still looked beautiful.

Her legs were tiredly laid on Dad's, but were soon flung off to jump to my side. Her arms flung around my neck, her head laid on my shoulder. I didn't have the heart to tell her that my head was hurting. I let her hug me. I thought she was dead.

"I thought you were dead," I mumbled, very tiredly.

"Cant get rid of me that easily Grimes," she spoke, her voice wavering.

"Lia," Dad spoke quietly, and she got up with a small sigh.

To anyone else, you wouldn't of noticed it, but the sharp exhale of breathe against my neck was a pretty big signifier to me. I felt my heart speed up a little at this.

"I'll go find Daryl, let him know you're awake," she said, and limped heavily out of the room.

"What happened to her leg?" I asked, as the door closed behind her.

"She had a rough night but she's okay," he reassured.

I watched him for a moment. He seemed very nervous. I couldn't of been out for long. I didn't remember much from before. The last thing I remembered was Ron; gun in hand.

It took a while for me to piece it together. Why my vision was so disoriented. I only had one eye.