Rick had gone a little crazy. Emma had been walking along, minding her own business when a loud crash made her jump out of her skin. In front of her Rick and another man had crashed through a window. Emma muttered a 'shit' under her breath and took off two the towards men as she threw punches, kicked and drug each other around. She shouted, drawing more attention to the two men. Stupidly, she tried to pry them apart, which caused the other man to slur a thousand nasty words her way, socking her square in the eye.
Emma flew backward, clutching her face as she landed onto her back. Carol and Maggie rushed over to her, propping her up as they continued to fight. Emma winced at the sharp pain that now radiated through the right side of her face. Pulling her hand back, she noticed her palm was covered in dark red blood. She squished her hand back to her face as Rick began to viciously talk about how they didn't understand what life was really like, looking like an animal as he ranted about their cocktail parties and such. Everyone stared, that was until Michonne whacked him right in the back of the head, causing him to fall down and black out.
Carol and Maggie carefully lifted Emma up by her arms slowly as they dealt with a now passed out Rick. She wobbled as she stood up, her head feeling warm as a large rush of blood surged out of her nose, pooling around her feet and on her boots.
"Come on, Emma, let's get you cleaned up." Carol said, nodding to Maggie who smiled sympathetically at Emma and wandered back over to Glenn who was helping them haul Rick up and drag him back to the house he was staying in.
Carol walked slowly with Emma by her side. She could feel her right eye beginning to swell and her vision was becoming worse and worse on that side as her eyelid began to swell shut. "Should be used tah this by now," Emma mumbled through her hand, causing Carol to smile over at her.
"You took it well. Rick can get.."
"Bat shit crazy?" Emma finished, causing Carol to smirk slightly at her comment.
"I wouldn't say that..he's been through a lot..we all have."
They finally made it to the house Carol was staying in, the two of them slowly moving up the stairs. Carol moved ahead of Emma, opening up the door to the house and ushered Emma inside. The inside of the houses all were basically the same; clean cut and HGTV worthy.
Carol placed a hand on her back, moving her into the living room and helped her to sit on a soft green colored sofa. Emma leaned back, tilting her head back against the back of the sofa, closing her eyes. She could hear Carol move away from her and into the kitchen, she could hear the faucet running and drawers opening and closing and for a moment she almost felt as if the 'outside' world didn't exist. She wanted to believe that maybe she was visiting a friend, down by the beach, and Daryl Dixon and walkers didn't complicate her life any more than they had already.
Her eyes opened when Carol returned, and she began gingerly soaking up the blood from her face, patting at her now swollen shut eye.
"Well, you're lucky..just a bad bloody nose. Looks like he got your eye mostly."
"Makes me look tough." Emma mumbled, closing her eyes again.
"You don't need a busted up face to be tough," Carol replied. Emma smiled softly at her response. She liked Carol. Carol got shit done. She didn't over complicate things. She could see why Carol and Daryl were closer out of the group. They understood each other better, and she guessed this is why Carol was helping her out now.
Once she was done, Emma slowly lifted her head up from it's tilted back position and slowly stood up from the couch. Carol was busying herself, putting piles of blood soaked cloth into a bucket that with filled with dirty bloodied water and glanced over as she heard Emma stand. "You can stay here tonight if you want." she suggested. Emma normally wouldn't take anyone up on the offer, but the punch to the face made her completely exhausted.
"Yeah, thanks," Emma breathed, settling herself back down onto the sofa. She tugged at her boots, throwing them off to the side and carefully swung her legs over the couch, wincing as she laid her back down on the couch. She stretched her legs, letting out a groan as she did so. Carol was still shuffling around she her eyes became heavy. Emma heard her whisper a goodnight from the staircase behind her, and noticed before she fell asleep that Carol kept the lights on in the house, and Emma didn't blame her.
She didn't know what time it was when she woke up, but her body was sore, and it was already getting dark outside. Had she been asleep for a few hours? A whole day? The house seemed quiet and still. Maybe it was early morning? Emma sat up slowly, her body aching and sore. Reaching over, she grabbed her boots, yanking them onto her feet before standing. The lights were still on in the house, and she was glad for that, it was hard to see now with one eye shut.
Emma moved to the door, opening it up and stepped outside, shutting the door behind her. She walked down the steps, looking up and down the empty street and noticed on one end, fairly close to her she could hear people talking and see the light of a fire glow. As she began to move down the street, a hand reached out and touched her shoulder. Emma jumped, spinning around with her fists up and ready to go.
It was Daryl.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she fell into his arms, taking a deep breath in as she pulled herself in closer to him. Daryl returned the affection, melting right back into her, his arms wrapping around her tightly. He then placed his hands on her shoulders, pushing her back away from him to look at her face. Though it was hard to see the full extent in the light, Daryl could tell that her face was messed up. A look of anger hardened his face and he frowned.
"Wha' the fuck?" he demanded.
"Yeah..Rick got into some shi-" her voice trailed off as she noticed that he and Aaron had brought back another man. He was carrying a walking stick and standing in silence as he watched the two of them. Emma stepped back from Daryl, pointing over at the man, "Who's tha'?" she asked, glancing between Daryl and Aaron.
"Name's Morgan," the man replied, nodding to her. Emma only nodded back, watching Daryl and Aaron's body language told her that they both trusted him, and she came to find out that Morgan knew Rick a long while back, and had even taken him in when he was injured.
The voices over by the fire grew louder, almost to yelling and the four of them all shot looks back and forth to each other and took off in the direction of the fire. As they came to the small fire, the group was out, and Rick was standing above the man who had punched Emma in the face. Deanna's husband lay off to the side-dead. Her eyes widened as she saw Rick glanced to Deanna who told him: "do it" and shot him in the head. Emma jumped, her hand flying up to her mouth in shock. She hadn't seen Rick act this violently before, though from the look of the group it had seemed that they have seen this before. Rick looked up to see them all standing there and stared back at them, almost looking just as shocked to see them as they were to see what he did.