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ThEndymam: You'll have to find and see :)

Darth krayt1: Yeah. I can't blame you for thinking like that about Nicholas. I would beat the crap out of him for the stunt he pulled out during the supply run and for getting Noah killed if I was in Glenn's place. You'll find out if you're right about Bridgette's request very soon :)

Brendan: They're all over 18 years old at this point, with Chef and Chris being the two exceptions :)

Darkknight55: Yes. It is a reference to 400 Days. :)


It was late at night. A lone walker was walking forward itself through an open field until a fired pierced it's skull. The walker's lifeless body fell down to the ground like a ton of bricks as Duncan, Daryl, Aaron and Brick walked over to it, leaving their vehicles behind.

"Nice shot, soldier." Brick complimented Duncan.

Duncan came closer to the deceased walker, taking his arrow out of it's brain, "Thanks."

"Where did you learned how to use your bow?" Brick asked out of curiosity.

"I had enough time to learn." Duncan replied, "I already had an idea how to fire a bow before all of this, but I reached the point I am in right now after all of this started."

Brick nodded in understanding, "I see."

"There's more of them around here than there used to be." Aaron stated, looking around himself, "Don't know if any people are."

"Shh." Daryl shushed him.

Brick looked at Daryl a questioning look on his face, "Did you noticed something?"

Daryl pointed at something in the distance and Aaron, Brick and Duncan looked in the direction he was pointing at, noticing a campfire far in the distance. The group of four exchanged glances and slowly advanced towards the campfire.


The atmosphere in the Monroe household was grim ever as the family was mourning Aiden. Deanna, Reg and Spencer stayed inside their household ever since they learned about Aiden's demise. A few people tried to visit them to offer their condolences, but weren't let into the house by the Monroe family. The family wanted to be left alone for now. The family of three spent most of their time in the living room, listening to Aiden's favourite records.

In the late night, after she was left alone by Reg and Spencer who went to sleep, Deanna was sitting all by herself in her room, watching the tape of her interview with Nicholas, repeating the part where he was talking about her firstborn son's death over and over again. Her entire room was dark, the screen of her laptop being the only source of light there right now.

"...Aiden was trying to save us from a roamer, shooting at it." Nicholas said, the camera in front of him making him uncomfortable, "Then Glenn and Harold distracted him. I saw the grenades. Me and Lorenzo tried to stop them. They wanted to just go, we didn't. We weren't gonna leave him."

"What about Tara and Gwen?" Deanna asked.

"I wasn't gonna leave them." Nicholas replied, "Before we got into the lobby, Lorenzo was bit by one of the roamers. I had to watch how Alejandro cut off his hand without a second. I thought he was crazy at first, but now I don't know want to think about it because Lorenzo hasn't changed into one of them, yet. Then when we got into the lobby... All he had to do was hold the door. Harold and Glenn were hitting on the glass, pushing my door open. They were gonna kill me. But he panicked. Or they were trying to. Or they just didn't care." He buried his face in his hands, " And if I didn't push back, I'd be dead, too." He looked up at Deanna with an angered look on his face, "They did this. It was them."

"But you all came back together." Deanna replied as Nicholas looked away from the camera pointed at him, "How did that happen?"

"Mom, what are you doing?" Spencer's voice sounded somewhere away from the screen of the camera.

"I need it for later." Deanna replied, "We have to do this now. No gun. No going outside the walls. Same goes for Glenn and Harold until I finish looking into this"

Nicholas shook his head, "What do you need to look into? I-I'm telling you how it went down. These people have to go. They are not like us. I know you see it, too."

"You don't know what I see, Nicholas and I see a great deal." Deanna explained.

After the tape ended, Deanna leaned back in her seat and crossed her arms, leaving herself with her own thoughts regarding this situation, making sure to remember everything Gabriel recently told her about Rick's group.


Rick, Chris and Chef were with Glenn and Harold on the porch of their house, listening to Glenn and Harold's story about how everything went down during the supply run and how they were forced to watch how Dylan was ripped into shreds into them, because of Nicholas selfish actions. Rick, Chris and Chef stayed silent for the entire story, allowing Glenn and Harold to let everything they had to say out of their chest's.

"...We almost left him out there." Glenn said, "Could have told a story."

"Do you think we should leave him there?" Harold looked up at Rick, CHef and Chris.

"They don't know what they're doing." Rick stated, "Any of them."

"We'll show them." Harold said.

"I don't know if they can see it." Rick stated.

"They just pretend like the outside world doesn't exist." Chef added, "I don't think they will understand how the world works now."

"We have to be here." Glenn insisted, "We have to."

"Yeah, we do." Rick nodded, "But their rules, we don't answer to them."

"If we would answer to them, then we would become ignorant of the outside world just like them." Chef stated.

"We are them." Harold said, "We are now. We can't deny it."

"Dylan, he believed in this place." Glenn added, "I'm telling you, we gotta make this work."

Rick looked down at the ground for a second before looking up at Chef and Chris. The three of them exchanged glances with each other and without exchanging any words with each other, walked away from Harold and Glenn, leaving them alone with their thoughts. They walked down the street, walking towards the place where they were supposed to met up with one member of their group to discuss an important matter with them.

They noticed the person they were looking for, this person turning out to be Carol, a few moments later. She was watching Jessie's house from the distance. She shifted her attention from the house to Rick, Chris and Chef once they approached her, "I sent a casserole to Deanna's family. We want her to see that." Chris, Rick and Chef nodded in understanding, "Rick. Have you thought about Pete? About what I said?"

"Yeah." Rick nodded.

"Talked to Darren some more." Carol revealed.

"Did you learned anything new from him?" Chris wanted to know.

"He said his mom put a bolt on the inside of his closet." Carol replied, "Tells him to lock himself in sometimes and not come out till morning. He said he can hear his dad yelling, things breaking, his mom crying. Last month it got quiet right in the middle of it and he went out and found her on the floor unconscious, bleeding. Pete was just sitting on the porch."

Chef shook his head in disgust, clenching his hand, "Bastard."

"Why do you care what happens to Jessie?" Rick wanted to know.

"You know why." Carol replied, "And I know why you do."

"Why?" Rick asked.

"I've seen you talk to her." Carol explained.

"We all saw the way you were looking at her during the party, Rick." Chris added as Rick nodded his head at his and Carol's words, "It would be hard not to notice."

"If walkers hadn't gotten Ed, I wouldn't be standing here right now." Carol stated.

"Yeah, you would." Rick replied.

He split up from Carol, Chris and Chef and walked away towards some unknown destination. Carol, Chris and Chef watched him leave for a second, before walking away from Jessie's house, having no reason to keep watching Jessie for now. Rick eventually reached a small pond where a small boat toy with a red ballon tied to it was slowly flowing. He slowly reached for his hidden gun when he heard someone approach him from behind, already suspecting who it was.

Pete walked over to him with a friendly smile on his face, holding a beer in his right hand, "Rick. You okay, man?"

Rick slowly turned around to face him with a cold look on his face, his expression suprising Pete, "Keep walking."

"What?" Pete sounded suprised by his hostility, "What are you..."

His words died in his throat before he could finish the sentence as Rick continued to look at him with cold, almost hostile look on his face. Disturbed by Rick's behaviour, Pete turned away from him and walked away. Rick watched Pete walk away from him, loosening the grip on his hidden pistol.


Michonne's eyes slowly opened as she woke up from her slumber in her bed. She sat up on her bed, stretching as she did so and looked at the clock in her room, wanting to know what hour it was. She nodded her head to herself after seeing it was time for her leave to get ready for job. She titled her head to look at the door to her room once she heard someone knock on it.

"Come in." She said. The door to her room was opened and Rosita and Trent walked in, "Hey. How are they?"

"Stable." Trent replied, "I just to the clinic a few minutes ago to find out for myself and came across Rosita."

"I'm gonna go back there later." Rosita crossed her arms, "Bridgette is spending most of her time with them. She just left the clinic for the first time ever since they were brought in because she and Alejandro have something to take care of."

"I think Sasha might have spent the night in the tower." Trent said.

Michonne looked at him with a suprised look on her face, "Is she still up there?"

"Abraham and Heather are on watch now, but she hasn't been back and nobody's seen her." Rosita explained, "When we asked Chris about her, he told us she doesn't want to change shifts with him, even though they've been given the same job."

Not wasting any time, Michonne immediately took everything she needed to go on a search for Sasha and headed out behind the walls of Alexandria with Rosita and Trent. Trent and Rosita took her into the woods, leading them towards some unknown destination.

"It's up ahead." Rosita said, leading Michonne through the woods.

"She told you about it?" Michonne asked.

"We saw her going out one day with her rifle." Trent replied.

"I knew somebody was already in the tower. I asked." Rosita added.

It was when the group of three heard some footsteps not too far from them. Trent and Rosita quickly pulled out their knives and Michonne unholstered her pistol, the three of them looking around themselves, trying to spot the possible source of those footsteps. After not spotting anything around them for the few seconds, the lowered their weapons, figuring out there was no danger for them nearby.

"It's the first time I've been out since we've been here." Michonne stated, beginning to walk again.

Rosita nodded in agreement, "Me, too."

"Me three." Trent agreed with them, "It already feels different."

"That's good." Rosita said.

Trent nodded, "I know."

Michonne shook her head, having no idea if he should agree or disagree with them, "I don't know."

"After Eugene, after finding out he lied, I was screwed up because I lost something." Rosita began as Trent hummed in agreement and understanding, "You seem screwed up because we found something."

Michonne stopped walking and looked at Rosita and Trent, "Dylan's dead. And I think..." She paused for a moment, trying to find the perfect words to express how she was feeling about his death right now, "I just feel like I was asleep in there."

"You were trying to forget so you could try." Trent stated.

"I don't want to forget." Michonne replied.

"So don't." Rosita replied as Trent nodded in agreement, "But that doesn't mean you have to give up. You didn't bring your sword with you. That's not nothing."

"Guys!" Trent exclaimed, pointing at something ahead of them, "Look!" They looked in the direction he was pointing at and saw a couple of dead walkers, "Let's go. Sasha might be close."

The group of three walked over to the nearest dead walker and took a good look at it, quickly noticing the gunshot wound it had in the back of it's head. After taking a look at this walker, they decided to check every body in the area. A few moments later, the group of three found out the bodies of the undead in this area shared one trait. All of them had a gunshot wound in the back of their heads.

"She's hunting them." Michonne said to Trent and Rosita after realizing what was Sasha doing.


Sanders was laying down some flowers on Dylan's grave as Deanna was standing next to her, watching how Sanders put the flowers on her deceased friends grave. Sanders took a deep breath after putting the flowers on Dylan's grave, looking down at the grave of her friend with a saddened tearful expression on her face. She sighed. She couldn't believe it. She just couldn't.

She just couldn't believe another close friend of hers died. At first, she lost McArthur and now she lost Dylan. At least this time she wasn't forced to watch how her friend was torn apart by the undead. She heard how Dylan died from Glenn and Harold and the description of the events she had gotten from them was more than enough to bring tears into her eyes when she heard it. She didn't even want to think how much Dylan had suffered in his final moments.

"I'm sorry abour your loss." Deanna offered Sanders her condolences, Knowing Sanders wasn't in the shape to do her job right now, she decided to give her a few days off, "I know you two were good friends."

"I'm sorry for your loss too." Sanders nodded her head at her in a grateful manner, I can't imagine how it feels like to lose a son."

Deanna looked at her with a grateful look on her face, appreciating the condolences, "If you will need a few extra days to mourn your friend, just let me know."

"I will." Sanders nodded.

"We're sorry to interrupt." Sanders and Deanna turned to the source of the voice and saw Rick and Chef walking towards them.

"It's okay." Sanders replied, letting them know no harm was done, "What is it, guys?"

"There's something we need to talk about with Deanna." Chef replied.

"I see." Sanders nodded, beginning to walk away, "I should go."

"How are you holding up?" Rick asked when Sanders was about to walk past him and Chef.

"Like I just lost just another close friend." Sanders gave him an honest answer. She sighed, "I'll be fine, guys. I already went through something like this. I just need a few days to mourn him."

"Okay." Chef nodded, "You know we're here for you if you will need anyone."

Sanders nodded her head at him, walking out of the cemetery, "I know."

After Sanders walked away from them, Rick asked Deanna, "How are you holding up?"

"I'm not." Deanna gave him an honest answer, her arms crossed.

"I know this is a bad time for to discuss something like this, but this can't wait." Chef said, "We have a problem with Pete."

Deann shook her head, letting out a sigh, "I hoped it'd get better."

"You knew?" Rick wanted to be sure if he didn't misheard it as Deanna's answer took him and Chef by suprise. The silence she gave him in response was the only confirmation he and Chef needed to get, "It hasn't gotten better. It won't."

"Pete's a surgeon." Deanna said, "He's saved lives. He might be saving Tara and Gwen's life."

"He's beating his wife." Chef said, "We shouldn't ignore this just because he's a surgeon. We have to stop it."

"How?" Deanna wanted to know how Rick and Chef were planning to take care of Pete and his abusive behaviour towards his family.

"We separate them." Rick replied, "We tell him that's how it'll be from now on."

"What happens when he doesn't want to do that?" Deanna questioned, coming closer to Rick and Chef.

"It's not his choice." Rick replied.

"So what happens?" Deanna wanted to know.

"I kill him." Rick gave her an honest answer.

"We don't kill people." Deanna replied, "This is civilization."

"Warning someone to stop or die, that is civilized nowadays." Rick pointed out as Deanna sighed in disgust.

"So what?" Chef was clearly displeased by how Deanna was going to let Pete abuse his family, "So we just let him hit her? We let him kill her?"

"No." Deanna shook her head, "We exile him if it comes to that."

"We do that, we don't know when he comes back and what he does to them." Rick argued.

"We let two people who threatened live and they came back and destroyed our home, killing two of our people in front of everyone." Chef added.

"Letting him go makes this place vulnerable." Rick continued, "You really want to wait till someone in that tower has to take care of it? And that's if we're lucky."

"We are not... executing anyone." Deanna cut him off, "Don't ever suggest it again. That sort of thinking doesn't belong in here."

"People die now, Deanna." Rick pointed out, "They do. There's times like this you can decide who and when. Or it can be decided for you."

"It already was." Deanna answered, "I wouldn't kill you or Chef. I'd just send you away."


Alejandro had his arms crossed as he leaned against the wall in his house, waiting for Bridgette to come out of the bathroom. Her brought her special order right after he and the rest of the supply run group arrived back at Alexandria. Bridgette didn't use this thing right after she got her hands on it like she had originally planned to, because she had no time to do until now.

The arrival of Gwen, Tara and Lorenzo who needed serious medical help at Alexandria, because of the injures they had sustained during the supply run, made her too occupied with her job at the clinic and resulted in her not being to leave the place for a long time. This was the first time when she managed to leave the clinic ever since Gwen, Tara and Lorenzo were brought into it.

"Bridge!" Geoff knocked on the door to the bathroom as he happened to be in the house right now. He grew worried for his girlfriend, because a lot of time had passed since she entered the bathroom, "Are you alright, babe? You've been there for a long time now."

"I'm fine!" Bridgette replied, turning the shower in the bathroom on, "I just need to take a long shower after all the work I had to do at the clinic since Gwen, Tara and Lorenzo were brought into it!"

"Are you sure?" Geoff asked in concern, "You know you can tell me if there's something wrong."

"I know." Bridgette told him, "You don't need to worry about me. Everything is okay."

"Okay." Geoff nodded, "If you will need me, I'll be outside doing my job. I'll try to visit you later in the clinic!"

"Okay." Bridgette replied, "I'll see you later."

Geoff turned away from the bathroom door and walked out of the house. After hearing how her boyfriend just walked out of the house, Bridgette turned off the shower and walked out of the bathroom, letting out a sigh as she did so. She looked down at her stomach and put her right hand on it, trying to figure out how she was going to break the news to him and everyone else about her most recent discovery.

She broke herself out of her thoughts regarding this subject a few seconds later, knowing she had to return to the clinic. Gwen, Tara and Lorenzo were still unconscious from their latest supply run and could woke up from their slumber at any second. She had to there when it happened. She had to be there to make sure that they were in a stable condition after they woke up.

But before she left the house to go back to the clinic, she looked at Alejandro as she knew she had to tell him the truth right away, because he was the one who brought her special order. Alejandro looked at her with a questioning look on his face, wanting to know how did everything go. Bridgette nodded her head at him, showing him the thing he brought her after he returned from the supply run. Alejandro's eyes widened the moment he set his eyes on it.

In her hand was a positive pregnancy test...


Glenn and Harold walked out of their house a few minutes later in order to find one person they wanted to talk with right now. They eventually managed to find the person they were looking for. Nicholas was cleaning Gwen and Tara's blood in the back of the van. They walked over to him, making Nicholas stop what he was doing and look at them.

"Nicholas, don't talk, just listen." Glenn said as Nicholas looked at him and Harold nervously, "Those four people you lost on that run, that's on you. And Dylan, that's on you, too. Those five lives, you have to carry that."

"People like you are supposed to be dead, but these walls went up just in time, so you're not." Harold added, ignoring the part of his mind which was telling him that this is something Tyler would have told him on Hershel's farm during an argument about how Tyler was handling the matter of the walkers, "You don't go outside those walls anymore. Not by yourself, not with anyone else. And that's how you're gonna survive."

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Nicholas angrily spat out.

"We're someone who knows who you are." Glenn replied, "We know what you did. And it's not gonna happen again."

Nicholas glared at them, "I've been protecting this place, helping provide for it. You just got here."

"Don't forget what we said." Harold said, "Because right now, we're saving your life."

Nicholas didn't listen to them. In fact, he left the walls of Alexandria shorty after Glenn and Harold walked away from him. He went into the woods, intended to retrieve something he had hidden there. He dug a hole under the three and pulled out the thing he had left the walls of his community for. It was a gun hidden in the blender, the very same gun Rick had hidden in the woods before entering Alexandria.


A couple of walkers marched aimlessly forward themselves through the woods. It was when a one walker from the group fell to the ground like a ton of bricks with a bullet hole in the back of it's head. It wasn't long, less than a second to be exact, before another walker from the group fell down to the ground. It was just a matter of seconds before every walker from this group ended up on the ground with a bullet hole in the back of it's head.

It was when Sasha came out out of her hideout between the bushes behind the now deceased group of walkers. She walked past the bodies of the undead, going further into the forest. She stopped in her tracks after taking a few more steps, something ahead of her managing to catch her attention. She saw a single walker coming out from the area between the trees. She aimed her rifle at the walker, looking through the undead through the scope of it and pulled the trigger, the walker falling down to the ground like a ton of bricks a few seconds later.

"Sasha." Trent's voice rang through her ears a second later.

Sasha lowered her gun and sighed, turning around to face Trent, Michonne and Rosita, "Go back."

"What are you doing?" Rosita asked.

"I'm sick of playing defense." Sasha replied.

"So you're just gonna take on all of them?" Trent asked.

Sasha nodded in confirmation, "Yeah."

It was when she heard a lot of snarling in the distance which could mean only one thing. A large group of walkers was heading their way which was something she was looking for ever since she left Alexandria. Sasha quickly started making her way towards the walkers as Trent, Michonne and Sasha followed her. They made their way to the walkers a few seconds later.

Not wasting any time, Sasha opened ifre at the walkers and began taking them out, one by one as Rosita, Michonne and Trent exchanged concerned looks, coming to the same conclusion without exchanging any words with each other.

"We've got to get out of here." Rosita said.

"You do, I don't." Sasha shook her head and proceeded to fire her rifle, taking out one walker after another.

As Michonne continued to watch Sasha take care of the walkers in front of them, she felt something she felt she didn't feel ever since she and her group started living in Alexandria. Images of her cutting down the walkers with her katana flew through her mind.

Sasha titled her head to look at her when she noticed Michonne aiming her pistol at the walkers in front of them, "I don't need your help."

"This isn't for you." Michonne replied as she pulled the trigger of her pistol, the bullet hitting the walker she was aiming at in the head a second later. After watching her take care of this one walker, Rosita and Trent decided to join her and stabbed the nearby walkers in the heads with their knives.

Sasha looked at Rosita, Trent and Michonne with an irritated look on her face, annoyed they weren't letting her kill the walkers by herself, before going back to what she was doing a few seconds ago. The group of four proceeded to take care of the walkers around them for the next several seconds, Michonne and Sasha making sure to kill all the walkers which were getting close to them and Trent and Rosita making sure to kill all the walkers which managed to get close to them.

After running out of ammunition in her rifle, Sasha pulled out her knife and walked over to the two walkers which were nearby. She took them out without any problem, but unfortunely couldn't see a walker behind her. The undead lunged towards her and brought her down to the ground, resulting in her knife falling out her hand. She tried to grab it again with her right hand as Trent came to her aid. The musican stabbed the walker on top of Sasha in the head and pushed it off her.

Sasha glared at Trent, "I had it." Trent reached his hand out to her and she angrily slapped it away, "Don't need your help." She got herself back on her feet and glared at Michonne, Trent and Rosita, "I told you to go." After seeing the concerned looks they had on their faces, she said, "You... you can't do anything. It worked out for you. Don't you see that? You can't help me. Nobody." She looked at them with a tearful look on her face, "Dylan . I told him he wouldn't make it. Whoever did this took what was left with them. This just happened..."

Upon hearing this, Trent, Michonne and Rosita exchanged glances as the realized why Sasha was hunting down the walkers in the woods. It was because she was feeling guilty over having once told Dylan he wouldn't survive.


Daryl, Duncan, Aaron and Brick walked through the woods together, having just reached the area where they saw the campfire last night. All of them were holding their weapons in ready, just in case of the owners of this camp will turn out to not have friendly intentions towards the strangers, if they were still in their camp and haven't moved on from it once the sun came up.

What they saw upon reaching the campsite shocked them. They saw a pile of hacked limbs. They got over their shock a few seconds later as they knew they couldn't allow themselves to lower their guard, knowing that the people who did this might have been still in the area.

Daryl held his crossbow in ready as stepped further into the campsite, "This just happened."

"Keep you guard up." Brick held his MP5 in ready as he, Aaron and Duncan followed Daryl.

The group of four walked further into the campsite, making sure to stay on guard. They all froze in their tracks several seconds later, having just spotted something worse than what they had just saw in the campsite. They saw a naked woman tied up to a tree. Her body was massacred. There were cuts and blood everywhere. Her gut was cut wide open, with her insides sticking out of it. A raven feasting on her insides.

Brick shook his head with a disgusted look on his face, not wanting to imagine the pain this poor woman must have gone through in the final moments of her life, "Jesus."

"She's tied up." Aaron said, "And they fed on her. Tore her apart." He looked at Daryl and Duncan with a worried loon his face, "This just happened?"

"Yeah." Daryl nodded in confirmation as Duncan nodded in agreement.

"How the hell did this happen?" Aaron whispered to himself in horror.

"We better get moving." Duncan said, "People who did this might still be in the area."

Daryl stepped closer to the massacred woman and grabbed her by her blond hair. He lifted her head up, allowing himself and the rest to take a good look at her face. They all quickly noticed one thing about her. She had a "W" carved on her forehead. It was when the woman's eyes slowly began to open, meaning she had changed into a walker. Daryl quickly disposed of her with a stab to the head.


Rick walked over to Jessie's house, wanting to have a talk with her about the situation between her and her husband. He was about to walk up the porch to the door to knock on it to check if she was in the house right now, but stopped himself from doing so. He instead decided to check if she was in the garage which was opened like always. Good thing that he decided to check the garage first, because he saw the person he was looking for there

"Jessie." He called out for her.

Jessie looked away from the statue she was working on right and looked over her shoulder, noticing Rick standing in the entrance to the garage, "Hey." She got herself into a standing position and pointed at the statue behind her, "I don't want Ron and Sam to know about those."

"Well, your secret's safe." Rick replied.

Jessie shook her head, "Dylan was a sweet kid." She shighed, "But Tara and Gwen, they're in good hands with Pete."

"He's hitting you." Rick decided to go straight to the point as Jessie looked at him in suprise, "He's hurting you. It has to stop."

Jessie stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out how to respond to his words, "It will."

"How?" Rick asked.

"There are things in his life that happened..." Jessie tried to justify her husband.

"I don't care." Rick cut her off.

"Look, it was like this before and he got help." Jessie proceeded to try to justify her husband abusing her as Rick shook his head at her words, "I helped him and things were good. I can fix it."

"No, you can't." Rick shook his head, "But I can. "

"No." Jessie shook her head as she took a few steps towards him, "What- what can you do? What are you gonna do? You gonna put him in jail? You're only gonna make things worse."

"If it's gotten worse, it means he's kill you." Rick pointed out, "That's what's next. And I'm not gonna let that happen."

"Why do you care?" Jessie asked, "Why is this so important to you? Now? You've made it. You have a home for your kids. Rick, what are you doing?"

"I'm trying to help." Rick responded.

"I don't know that." Jessie shook her head, "I'm married. Okay?" She turned away from him and began making her way towards the door to the house, "I can take care of myself."

She walked into her house, pressing the button which started closing the garage door in the process as Rick walked out of the garage, not wanting to get locked inside. He started walking away from the house, deciding to leave the situation in Jessie's hands. He stopped in the middle of the street when he looked around himself, seeing how the residents of Alexandria spending their time in their own ways.

After taking a good look at the residents of Alexandria, he quickly changed his mind on how he should approach this situation, realizing how little people would care if he told them the truth about Pete. He turned around towards Jessie's house and made his iway back to it. He ran up the porch and walked into the house, not even bothering to knock on the door.

Jessie shook her head at him, "What are you doing?"

Rick walked over to her, "You know Darren asked for a gun? To protect you."

Jessie looked like she was seconds away from bursting into tears at this point, "You shouldn't be here."

"Jessie, in here, you can't see it, but it's the same. It's the same as out there. We have food and roofs over our heads, but you don't get to just live." Rick told her, trying to convince her to let him help her, "You don't get to put it off or wish it away, Jessie. If you don't fight, you die. And... and I don't want you to die. I can- I can help you. I can keep you and your boys safe. I can. All you have to do is say yes."

"Would you do this for someone else?" Jessie asked, "Would you do this for anyone?"

Rick stayed silent for a few seconds before shaking his head, "No."

After hearing his answer, Jessie gave him a tearful nod, deciding to accept his help, "Yes."

"Rick." Pete's voice ran through their ears. They turned to where it came from and saw him coming from the kitchen with a friendly smile on his face, "What are you doing here?"

"Pete..." Jessie tried to say but her words quickly died in her throat out of fear for her husband.

Pete took a few steps towards them, his friendly smile vanishing from his face the moment he realized something was off, "What are you doing here?"

Jessie stepped towards her husband, "Listen to me."

"I'm gonna have to ask you to leave, Rick." Pete said, ignoring his wife.

Jessie shook her head, "No."

"Excuse me?" Pete asked with a hint of anger in his voice.

"You need to leave." Jessie told her husband.

Pete looked straight into his wife's eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"Just go, Pete." Jessie replied.

"What have you been saying to each other? Huh? What have you been doing?!" Pete demanded to know from his voice, the volume of his voice making her flinch.

"Pete, you and me are gonna leave now." Rick said, trying to make Pete shift his attention from Jessie to him.

Pete glared at Rick, walking over to him, "You come into my house..."

"Pete, you and me are leaving." Rick repeated himself as Pete stopped in front of him with an angered look on his face.

"You're leaving right now." Pete replied angrily, "You think you're the law? You actually think you have a say in anything here?"

"Step back." Rick said, keeping his eyes away from Pete.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Pete asked, his anger filled eyes not leaving Rick.

Rick looked up at Pete and glared at him with murderous intentions on his eyes, "Someone who's trying not to kill you."

Having enough of this, Pete swung his fist at Rick and Rick easily dodged it. Ignoring Jessie's cry for them to stop, Rick wasted no time and striked back. He punched Pete right in the face, making him stumble backwards a bit. Pete's response to his punch was immediate. He swung his fist at Rick and punched him right in the face, not giving him enough time to dodge as Rick stumbled backwards a bit.

"You wanna stop now!" Rick warned Pete.

Not listening to him, Pete lunged towards Rick and shoved him against the wall behind him, his rage filled eyes looking straight into his, "Come into my house?!" He slammed Rick against the wall, paying no attention to his wife cries to him to stop, "It's my house!"

Rick looked at Pete, feeling his rage was overcoming his entire body and grabbed him by his shoulders. He was about to push Pete away from him, but Pete realized what he was about to do and grabbed him by his arms, taking him with himself. With Pete holding him by his arms and not wanting to fight him inside the house, Rick set his eyes on the nearby window. He pushed Pete towards the window and Pete brought him with him.

Rick and Pete crashed through the window a few seconds later, landing on the porch. Many people in Alexandria were allerted by this commotion and ran towards it to see what was happening. Rick and Pete wrestled each other into the street where Rick managed to get the upper hand. He wrapped his hands around Pete's hand as Pete grabbed him by his shoulders, before landing a firm punch to his face.

Unfortunely for him, Rick was not touched by his punch in the slightest. Rick punched him right in the face and wrapped his hands around his neck again, not paying attention to the crowd of horrified people which formed around them. It was when Pete managed to get the upper hand and got himself on top of Rick. He wrapped his hands around his neck and was about to put more pressure on it.

It was when Jessie ran over to them, trying to stop her husband from choking Rick. He punched her in the face, sending her to the ground which only angered Rick more than he already was. He headbutted Pete, causing him to lose his focus on him and got himself on top of him. He and Pete looked straight into each other's eyes, their eyes filled with nothing, but rage and hatred.

"Dad! Get off!" Carl shouted as he ran over to his dad to stop the fight between him and Pete.

Rick pushed his son away, taking care of Pete being the only thing on his mind right now. Using the fact that Carl distracted Rick for a second, Pete elbowed Rick in the face, but it didn't do anything to help him as Rick decided he had enough of him and put him in a choke hold. Pete gasped desperately for air, feeling how his vision was becoming more blurry.

"Stop." Deanna shouted as she arrived at the scene. Rick looked up at her, "Stop it. Right now."

"You touch them again and I'll kill you." Rick whispered to Pete.

"Damn it, Rick!" Deanna shouted as Rick freed Pete from his grasp, "I said stop."

"Or what?" Rick asked as Glenn, Tobin, Nicholas, Brody and Rock stepped towards him in order to take him away from Pete. They froze in their tracks as Rick pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the crowd around him, "You gonna kick me out?"

As everyone froze in their tracks after he pulled out his gun, Rick allowed himself to take a good look at how many people were around him right now and who was around him right now. He spotted Chef, Chris, Deanna, Reg, Spencer, Carol, Jo, Noah, Harold, Glenn, Geoff, Tobin, Sanders, Emma, Kitty, Nicholas, Brody, Rock, Zoey, Cameron, B, Leshawna, Darren, Carl and Enid. He was sure there were more familiar faces around him, but had no time to notice them.

"Put that gun down." Deanna said as the residents of Alexandria looked at Rick in fear. His own group looked at him in suprise, having no idea he had a gun, Chef, Chris, Jo and Carol being the only exceptions. Cameron hid himself behind B and Zoey out of fear the felt towards the man with the gun right now as Emma got herself in front of terrified Kitty to protect her just in case if Rick will actually end up firing his gun.

"You still don't get it. None of you do!" Rick screamed, looking around himself at the people gathered around him, "We know what needs to be done and we do it. We're the ones who live. You, you just sit and plan and hesitate. You pretend like you know when you don't." Deanna just stared at Rick in complete shock, her eyes refusing to close, "You wish things weren't what they are. Well, you want to live? You want this place to stay standing? Your way of doing things is done. Things don't get better because you want them to. Starting right now, we have to live in the real world. We have to control who lives here."

Jo nodded her head to herself, agreeing with everything Rick was saying to the residents of Alexandria. A slight smiled formed on her face as she watched everything happen. Perharps it would the moment she was waiting for ever since she and Brick were brought into Alexandria. The moment where the residents of this community would open their eyes to the dangers outside the walls. Chef, Chris and Carol looked at each other and nodded as they watched everything together from the background, knowing this was something Deanna had to hear.

"That's never been more clear to me than it is right now." Deanna stated, her arms crossed.

"Me? Me? You-You mean me?!" Rick pointed at himself, the thought of Deanna thinking him to be the danger of Alexandria getting a laugh out of him. He looked straight into Deanna's eyes, "Your ways are going to destroy this place. It's gonna get people kill. It's already gotten people kill. And I'm not gonna stand by and just let it happen. If you don't fight, you die. I'm not gonna stand by..."

He didn't got to finish what he was saying as Michonne approached him from behind and punched in the back of his head, knocking him down to the ground. She looked down at Rick as Rick landed on the ground, unconscious.


Only one more chapter left in season 5!

The Ricktatorship scene at the end of this episode will always be one my favourite scenes in the whole show. Andrew Lincoln's delivery of this speech was just amazing. Shane would be so proud of Rick if he saw him in this very moment.

Hope it wasn't that bad. See you in another chapter.