𝑴𝒚 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑩𝒐𝒚 || a twd fanfic

Chapter 18

No specific pov:

The next day, in the Cell Block, Owen was sitting on the floor next to Carl. Owen had bandages wrapped around his, arm, listening to the others talking.

"We're not leaving." Rick stated.

"We can't stay here." Hershel interjected.

"What if there's another sniper? A wood pallet won't stop one of those rounds." Maggie stated.

"We can't even go outside." Beth pointed out before Carol added, "Not in the daylight."

"Rick says we're not running. We're not running." Glenn said.

"No, better to live like rats." Merle said, Merle was locked in the little cafeteria.

"Merle, will you please just shut the fuck up?" Owen asked in annoyance, he didn't care about the slight shock on Merle's face, "Damn, you never spoke like that when I last saw you." Merle stated.

"Yeah, well it's been over a year. Fucking deal with it." Owen said.

Rick spoke at Merle, to stop Owen from snapping, "You got a better idea?"

"Yeah, we should have slid out of here last night and lived to fight another day. But we lost that window, didn't we? I'm sure he's got scouts on every road out of this place by now." Merle said.

Parker was finally out, and about, as he rolled his eyes at Merle.

Kyle? He just stayed by Glenn.

"We ain't scared of that prick." Owen and Daryl said at the same exact time.

"Y'all should be." Merle said, before he added, "That truck through the fence thing, that's just him ringing the doorbell. We might have some thick walls to hide behind, but he's got the guns and the numbers. And if he takes the high ground around this place, shoot, he could just starve us out if he wanted to." Merle explained.

"Let's put him in the other cell block." Maggie and Parker stated at the same time.

"No. He's got a point." Daryl stated.

Maggie looked at Merle and spoke, "This is all you. You started this."

"What difference whose fault it is? What do we do?" Beth asked.

"I said, we should leave." Hershel said. Before adding, "Now Axel's dead. We can't just sit here."

Kyle looked at Hershel, "As much as I don't like the idea of facing the governor, we can't fucking leave. You have one leg, there's a baby, I have a fucked knee, and there really is most likely scouts on every fucking road!" Kyle somewhat snapped from frustration with everything.

Glenn put his hand on his younger brother's shoulder, "Hey, deep breaths? Calm down." Glenn spoke softly.

Kyle took a few deep breaths, and began calming down. But Kyle was still deeply frustrated.

Rick started to walk away, and Hershel stood up with his crutches before yelling, "Get back here!"

Rick stopped walking, as Hershel went over to Rick, while speaking, "You're skipping, Rick. We've all seen it. We understand why. But now is not the time. You once said this isn't a democracy. Now you have to own up to that. I put my family's life in your hands. Including Parker's, despite him being the oldest between his sisters. So get your head clear and do something."

A little later in the day, as Carl went to go talk to Rick. Owen was sitting in his cell, when he saw Daryl approach the door.

"You okay, Owen?" Daryl asked.