Ok, sorry this is so short, but it's sorta just a brige between chapters. Please bear with me, I'm working on more. I really like this 'chapter'. I changed the timeline of TWD so they left the prison instead of getting attacked, but got separated. The governor is still alive. I really hope my OC isn't a Mary Sue, I'm trying as hard as I can...
I don't own the walking dead or any of its characters.
"You just left them?" a small statured boy asked with a sideways glance toward his father. He fingered his silenced pistol in a confident way, sitting on a crate, propped up against the wall of a barn.
"It was a mistake. I learned my lesson." Replied the tall young woman who had just finished telling her story. She was seated on the floor against a beam supporting the hay loft.
"You were in prison. What for?" A gruff, lawful man stepped toward her in a rather threatening manner. He was the boy's father.
The girl ran her fingers through her curly, dull hair in a slightly nervous way. "I was convicted of murder. I didn't do it, I swear." Her grayish-black eyes met the man's. There was a truthful integrity to them, and although the lawman wouldn't yet admit it, he believed her.
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" The boy asked her in a childish way, fiddling with the brim of his well-worn hat, not wanting to be left out of the interrogation.
"You don't. You'll just have to trust me. I probably wouldn't if I were you." Her brazen answer reassured the man. He believed her.
"You sure aren't helping your case." The man chuckled, a surprise to the boy. "My name is Rick Grimes. This is my son, Carl."
After much discussion and introduction, the three drifters walked along a road leading away from the barn. Rick carried a baby on his hip. Corrie didn't ask.
"Were you ever with a community?" This she asked without thinking.
Carl just looked at the ground, while Rick shifted the child from one side to the other.
"We got separated. We will find them." He said, without the slightest change of expression.
"Oh. I can help...I mean, you saved my ass out there, so it's the least I can do. Why did you, anyway?"
"It was the right thing to do. I can't make any promises, though. My group might not think the same. "
"Thanks. For everything. You're a good man, Rick."