Mother Lucy

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Chapter 1 A Visit from Wilbur

It had been just over a week since Rick and Michonne had brought Lucy back to Alexandria. Just over a week since Carl had tried to slit her throat and just over a week since she had moved out of the cold damp jail cell and into the house with Rick, Michonne, and Carl. They had introduced her to Judith and for the first time in over a year she had a glimmer of hope as she watched Rick with his little girl.

It was her turn to make breakfast this morning and had planned to feed the five of them plus Carol, Daryl, Enid, and Maggie. She rose from her makeshift pallet on the floor in one of the bedrooms when the sun came up and dressed for the day in a thin pale blue button up and a pair of torn jeans that Maggie brought her. She slipped on her tennis shoes without socks before heading downstairs to start breakfast.

She had biscuits in the oven and a platter of scrambled eggs almost ready by the time Carl came downstairs with Judith on his hip. "Morning Lucy," he said and Judith cooed at her.

"Morning Wilbur," she said with a chuckle. "Biscuits and eggs for breakfast. There isn't any salted pork left so a hunting party may need to go out soon."

"Dad was planning that I think. Negan will be here in a week or so anyway so we need to stock up our stores anyway."

Lucy froze at the mention of Negan, but Carl didn't seem to notice. He placed Judith in her high chair and put some dry cereal on her plate. "How often does he come?" she asked quietly.

Carl stood quietly for a moment. "Every month or so. Sooner if he thinks we need to be reminded of his presence."

"Carl?"

"Yes Lucy?"

"Why hasn't someone killed him?"

Carl paused and turned to face her. "It hasn't been for lack of trying."

"I assumed as much."

The room was silent again except for the sizzle of eggs being scrambled in the frying pan. "Why did you go with him Lucy?"

She sighed before leaning against the counter and facing him. "I didn't know who he was Carl."

"Damn this room feels serious," Michonne said from the stair case. "Lighten up will you two."

"I smell biscuits," Carol said from the doorway. She held a basket that had jars of honey and homemade jam inside. "I hoped that this might be an option one day when someone came along that could make decent biscuits."

"I don't know about decent," Lucy said. "But they'll eat I guess."

Soon the group was gathered around the table and the large island in the kitchen. "We out of pork?" Rick asked from the table where he sat next to Judith feeding her bits of egg and biscuit along with her dry cereal.

Carl glanced at Lucy, but she didn't speak up. "Yeah… um, Lucy thinks it's a good idea to get a hunting party together."

"Lucy thinks," Daryl said with a snort. "Why the hell do we care what Lucy thinks?"

Rick glared at Daryl over the table. "It's a good idea Lucy," he said. "Especially since Negan will be coming soon. We need to stock up and any wild game we can cure will be beneficial."

"Do you hide stuff from them?" Lucy asked from her seat next to Carl at the island.

No one answered immediately and the sudden tension in the room was thick. "So you can ask questions but we can't?" Rick said finally.

"Sorry," Lucy mumbled and went back to picking at her biscuit.

The room was silent again, until Carol spoke up. "We hide somethings. I won't tell you where but we try to put back a quarter of what we scavenge and make for a rainy day. They haven't noticed yet and if they do someone will die, but we have hope that they won't figure out what we are doing."

Lucy nodded, but didn't speak again. "Dad?"

"Yeah Carl?"

"Enid and I want to talk Lucy out to the orchard to pick apples and plums today."

Rick nodded. "I don't think it would be a problem. If she does anything stupid you have my permission to shoot her."

Lucy chuckled at his comment, but stopped at the glare from Rick. "I'm serious Lucy. Don't try anything or they'll kill you. I'm going to take a group out to the woods for game this morning. Tara and Rosita should be back today from their run and hopefully they found some good stuff. If you three go pick apples and plums then we should be set for his arrival next week."

"What about me?" Lucy asked with a sudden panic in her voice.

"What about you?" Rick responded.

"He… he can't know I'm here!"

"He won't. He only comes just within the gates. But all the same you'll stay hidden at the back of the community while he's here."

Lucy nodded. "Carl, if you and Enid help me do dishes we can leave quicker."

Carl nodded and helped Enid clear the table. "We'll bring Judith too," Enid said. "You can wear her on your back Lucy. She'll be a natural deterrent to keep you from running away."

"Yeah because no one would want to be stuck in the wilderness with one of her shitty diapers on their back. You wouldn't get attacked by walkers for sure," Carl said with a laugh.

Lucy smiled. "Shitty diaper or not, Judith is precious and I don't mind wearing her on my back at all."

"We'll see once she poops," Carl said to Enid with a smirk.

"I'll have you know young man that before all of this end of the world business occurred I dealt with many a disgusting mess and lived to tell the tale. You haven't lived until you're patching up a drunken sailor from a bar fight and they vomit all over your scrubs!"

"Were you a doctor?" Carol asked quietly and Lucy realized she had made a mistake.

Lucy swallowed hard. "Something like that," was all she replied before she turned to fill the sink with hot water.