Ophelia hasnt been with Ricks group long but she fell right into place after leaving The Hilltop. After the Lucille Lineup Rick's group returns broken. When Negan comes for an early visit he shows interest in Ophelia in the worst ways. Rick decides to use this to their advantage.
The gate to Alexandria slowly opened. When the group pulled in almost everyone was waiting out front for them. Everyone except Spencer. She hated him for that. Selfish prick.
Rick stepped out of the vehicle. He moved so slowly. So uncoordinated. He almost tripped over his own feet, but Michone was there to catch him although she didn't seem to have much strength either. As they got closer she could see his eyes. Red and swollen, he was barely able to keep them open. He was sweating profusely although she couldn't tell if the wetness on the collar of his shirt was from sweat or tears. Everyone followed. Eugene. Rosita. Maggie. Sasha. Aaron. Carl.
Wait. Wait. Wait. The other people of Alexandria noticed too and there were gasps among the crowd. Followed by "oh nos" and "oh please nos".
"Where's Darryl?" Ophelia said jogging towards Rick and the others. Her black leather boots hitting the ground hard. Before she could make it any closer Rick fell. He refused the help of Michone and lay there. Face down in the dirt. He raised his head a bit, she could see the dust filling his mouth as he tried to speak. "He took him" she could barely hear him.
"Wait, who took him?!" "Rick?!"
Tears began to fall and hit the dirt making tiny puddles of mud. Carl rushed over to his father but Rick lightly shoved him away.
"Rick?!" "Please tell me what happened?!" She begged. A lump boiling in her throat. But she knew.
Rick raised his head to the sky and screamed out as tears and spit and sweat began to fall from every poor and crevice of his face. Michone knelt down to comfort him. "No!" "Get the fuck away from me!" He shoved her. Hard. Rick stood up, his legs shaky and weak. He was utterly broken.
"Tell us what the fuck happened?!" Someone from the crowd screached.
Ophelia turned her head back to the crowd as quickly as those words had been said. "Who the fuck said that?!" But noone responded. They would be stupid to. "Noone else says another fucking word!" She ordered. And they listened. She quickly turned back to Rick but this time with a more somber look on her face. He stood there leaning to the side. No strength or want to hold himself up. She stepped closer and Rick flinched. She noticed but kept walking towards him slowly. He backed away with one foot almost falling over." Rick". She pleaded. Hands held up as in showing she was unarmed. "Please". Her voice was a whisper.
He finally looked at her in the face and she could see the pain and pure fear in his eyes.. Her heart skipped. And then escalated. And it wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
"He bashed"… Rick gagged, lost his footing and fell to the dirt for a second time. Rosita and the others who experienced the horrors stepped closer to Rick in worry. This time he didn't refuse the help of both Michone and Carl as they helped him to his feet. Her eyes met Rick's again and they were even more swollen. She could barely see the blue in them. "He killed them. Glenn and Abraham. He bashed"…his voice escalated. "Their heads in and laughed about it"… He was screaming now, with all the strength he had left, digging deep, way down to deliver the message everyone needed to hear. "He wouldn't stop. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham. Wham." Rick was slamming his hand into his fist as hard as he could. "Rick". Michone said smoothly as she placed her hand on his left shoulder. He turned to her, when there eyes met she was in tears. Michone turned to Ophelia and with a quiet but stern voice said "That's enough". She was right. It was enough.
Rick and the others walked slowly together to Rick and Carl's home. Leaving everyone else in a fearful panic.
Who? Why? Are we next were the many questions Ophelia heard. Tsk. Selfish she thought. She turned to head towards her own home astonished by how fearful Rick looked. He had never looked this scared before. When she had first seen Rick she was filled with so much inspiration. She had been at Hilltop for about 3 months when she saw Rick for the first time. He was similar to her. The first person like herself she had seen since she'd gotten there. She knew someone like him once, someone that inspired her to be stronger, to fight. But he was gone. She shrugged off the memory of her hero and her thoughts went back to Rick.
She came about when all the commotion had started. Rick was standing there along side Paul and Gregory along with others from Ricks group. Familiar faces to Ophelia now. Ethan had just gotten back from meeting with the Saviors. They didn't have enough supplies to give over and well his group got killed in place. Ethan lunged at Gregory stabbing him. Rick grappled Ethan to the ground and slit his throat. Everyone was so quick to turn against Rick, but she didnt. He was right. Ethan was a fucking coward.
She ran up behind Rick as he was leaving, he turned quickly, pistol in hand aiming it at her. The others of his group did the same standing on gaurd. "Take me with you, please." I don't belong here with all of these good for nothing pussies." He could see it in her eyes that she was right.
She fit in so well at Alexandria. Here she could show how strong she was, she could show what she could do. And Rick was very impressed. So seeing Rick so fearful hurt her. She wanted to hurt, to kill whoever had done this to him, to them.
While walking back to her home she saw Spencer walking towards her. She hurried her pace and confronted him directly stopping him in his tracks. "Where the fuck were you?" Ophelia spat. "What?" Spencer said with a raised brow. He tried to walk past her but she placed a firm hand on his chest. "You don't give a fuck do you, these people put there lives on the line and got them taken away!" She said angrily. "No I don't care". His proper language pissed her off. "Those people" Spencer said pointing an angry finger towards Ricks home " are nuts and they get what they have coming to them". Ophelia lost it. She took her right leg sticking it behind his left and took the hand she had laid on his chest and pushed, pushing him to the ground. She got on top and went to work. Punching and punching. She wasn't going to stop either until Gabriel came and pulled her off. She composed herself wiping Spencers blood on her olive green shirt. Good shade she thought with a smile as she walked away. Spencer sat up in disbelief wiping away his blood.
He came early. They weren't ready. She wasn't ready. Rick warned her to keep her composure. To not do anything stupid or else people would die.
"Little pig, little pig, let me in!". The man who was nothing but pure evil said in a playful tone. Playful but serious. Spencer and Rosita were at the gate ready to leave to find more supplies but it was already too late. They were stopped by a very tall silhouette with something terrified draped over his shoulder. "Who are you"? Ophelia heard Spencer say from where she stood about halfway to the the gate of Alexandria. She was waiting for him. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
"Oh you've got to be fucking kidding me, right".The man directed toward Spencer. "Do not make me have to ask". He stated directly in Ricks direction in an annoyed tone. "Tsk. Cocky prick" Ophelia said aloud. "Pheels". Rick said in an urgent voice. She looked at him angrily but quickly changed her tone.
Most of the Alexandrians were standing behind Rick but some were too scared to come see true terror. The ones closest to him were standing right next to Rick. Except Carl. He was watching after Judith.
Spencer opened the gate and he sauntered in. Along with about 20 men and… Ophelias breath hitched as she saw Daryl. The man approached Rick. His eyes didn't leave Rick the whole time he moved towards him. Stepping as if each step was calculated. He was extremely tall, wearing nothing but black with only a little white peeking out from the collar of his jacket. He stopped inches away from Rick. When he decided he was close enough he let out a laugh that shook Ophelia. She stepped back. She looked him over but stopped at the monster he was carrying on his shoulder. There she was.
"You're early". "You said a week." Rick said trying his best to avoid the man's eyes.
The man's tongue peeked out from behind white teeth but quickly retreated.
"I missed you Rick!" The man said in a friendly tone.
"We haven't gathered the supplies yet, please we need more time, if you could just… He was cut off by the tall man directing his henchmen to the innards of Alexandria. "Well shit Rick! Looks like you have plenty to me!" We'll just take half of what you've already fucking got".br
As the men past, Rick saw Daryl. Rick stepped toward Daryl and Ophelia followed as a smile crept onto her face. "No, no, no." Ophelia heard as Rick stopped in his tracks. Ophelia peeked around to see the monster grazing against Rick's chest. "He is the fucking help, and you do not talk to the fucking help". The man welding the monster boomed. Daryl gazed through the long strands that were always in his face blinking repeatedly. He wanted to reach out, to touch his family once again but fear bear gripped him from behind.
The man lowered the monster as Rick began to back away. Ophelia couldn't take it though, she reached out grabbing Daryl by the hand but he quickly pulled away rejecting her touch. She gaped in shock but before she knew it she was taking the butt of a gun to her stomach. She bent over in pain only to quickly retract and take a step forward and jab the man responsible in the jaw. Everyone heard a crack as he fell to the ground. Alive, but in pain. The evil man's henchmen quickly stepped forward only to be interrupted by Rick bear hugging Ophelia and picking her up and moving her to the opposite side of the men. "Now hold on just one damb minute!" The leather clad man screamed. Rick was against Ophelias back and he was squeezing her tightly. So tightly she couldn't breathe. Or maybe she couldn't breathe because because she realized what what she had done. Her heart sank and she began to sweat. She stared at the ground. Ricks voice came as a whisper against her ear. "Not again. Not again. Not again." Please Pheels just let everything from here on out go. Please." His southern drawl laid in her ear making her feel regret. "That's enough of that lovey dovey shit. Face me girl!" His voiced boomed through Alexandria. It kicked out Rick's drawl from Pheels' ears and replaced it with utter fear. She started trembling. But Rick did as he was ordered letting go of Ophelia. Rick turned back to the man who barked the orders. "Please, she doesn't know any better."