So, this was late lol sorry about that guys. Vacay is in 2 days and I've been running around doing last minute errands for our Disney trip.
Glad I was at least able to get this out to you before the Halloween craze and I hope you all enjoy where it leads lol
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shadowoftheblackdeat: omfg! I am so so happy that you are enjoying my story so far! You don't understand how happy it makes me when new followers stumble over my work and ACTUALLY enjoy it haha And don't worry, I plan on continuing this story for as long as the television series does. I already have plans for later seasons that I am working up to. Also, you can bet your ass that I will definitely be working on a juicy lemon between Ana and Daryl in the future!
greyfox158: lol glad I'm not the only one that thought that plot was annoying haha also, I HAVE seen those bad lip reading videos, I also get a kick out of seeing them every once in a while lol
Frankie: lol we'll see if Rick sticks his nose between the two, it is a possibility
Dark Rose Charm: lol yessss another Lori hater, welcome to the club!
Bri47: You are definitely right, leaving that good for nothing piece of shit will definitely change alot, so it won't be happening, forewarning but something more will happen to feed that plot, so check it out! Hope you enjoy!
KyraNoelle: No worries, though I'm always looking forward to your reviews. Hope you enjoyed your vacay!
Disclaimer: I do not own the AMC's The Walking Dead or it's characters, just Ana.
Ana's POV...
I knew what was coming, soon. My eyes shooting around the empty bar and down to the two dead bodies bleeding out on the floor.
"It's their friends." I whispered up to Daryl, wanting to give him a heads up as he glanced down at me confused.
"What? How ya know?" He whispered lowly as I swallowed the words I wanted to say to him and flinched as we began hearing talking coming from outside the building.
"Dave? Tony? They said over here?" A voice called out as I met Daryl's surprised orbs before turning away from him to Hershel and Rick crouched on the opposite side of the doorway.
"Yeah. I'm telling you, man, I heard shots." Another voice outside confessed as I reached down for my gun, cursing when I noticed I was now 3 bullets short thanks to the bag of dicks currently bleeding out 10 feet from us.
"I saw roamers. Two streets over. Might be more around here." A third voice echoed in a hushed voice as I took notice of the weapons not only Tony brought in, but Dave as well.
"Dave! Tony!" The first voice screamed out as I nudged Daryl aside slightly before making to crawl towards the discarding shotgun only for him to grab my ankle, stopping me.
"Get the fuck back 'ere." Daryl hissed as I made a wild gesture towards the dropped shotgun as if it was obvious before I kicked off his grip, crawling frantically the rest of the way before snatching the gun up. I laid on the floor, checking his pockets for ammo, thankfully finding a box of shells for the gun.
"Tony?"
I crawled back to Daryl's side, ignoring the look Daryl was giving me as we silently sat there, listening to the voices outside.
"Why won't they leave?" Hershel whispered impatiently a few minutes later as Daryl knelt up from his hiding place, peeking out of the shutters.
"Would you?" Rick asked back as he did the same as Daryl from the opposite window, both men searching the road for whoever was out there.
"We can't sit 'ere any longer. Let's head out the back, make a run for the car." Daryl muttered out, just as impatient as my eyes panned to the door that led into the back storage area just as a gunshot went off outside, startling us all back into hiding.
"What happened?" A voice called out in a huff.
"Roamers, nailed 'em." Another voice spoke proudly as I fought to roll my eyes.
"I cleared those buildings. You guys get this one?" I knew instantly they were talking about the bar we were hiding in. They didn't have to say it and I already knew they were heading in our direction.
"We're looking for Dave and Tony and no one checks the damn bar?" A voice spoke in disbelief, footsteps stepping closer as I met Rick's eyes just as the handle was turned, the door beginning to open.
Just like the show, Rick dove over Hershel and in front of the door, effectively slamming it shut on them. The men outside shouted in surprise, arguing among themselves as I sat up a bit straighter, pointing over to the open doorway as Daryl glanced in that direction with a nod.
"Yo, is someone in there? If someone's in there, we don't want no trouble. We're just looking for our friends." The voice on the other side of the door, cut me off from getting Hershel's attention as Rick nudged his head for me to get a move on.
"Be careful." Daryl whispered into my ear as I nodded, shoving my pistol back into my shorts pocket before silently picking up the shotgun as I slithered towards the opened doorway, my hackles rising as I stepped further into the storage area, gun trained and ready for anything.
Noticing the door leading outside shut and locked by the key hanging in the handle, I sighed in relief, turning back to the bar at the sound of Rick arguing with the guys outside. I raced back towards the bar, frantically waving for Hershel to join me as he got up, silently heading towards me as I patted his shoulder, pushing him gently into the safety of the storage room before turning back to the two others, nodding to them as I put my gun up, knowing what was coming.
"So let's chalk this up to what it is...wrong place-wrong..." The men outside instantly began unloading into the bar as I planted my back against the nearest pillar, peeking around the corner every so often to offer some cover fire for Rick and Daryl. Bullets ricocheted off the walls, hitting glass bottles and mirrors that were decorated over the bar top while I continued to shoot out the now destroyed windows, aiming for anything that moved as Rick ran passed me, Daryl close behind.
Rick ducked behind the bar, Daryl yanking me in the direction of the storage room as I continued to shoot off rounds towards the window, hoping to hit anything.
"We gotta make a run for the car." Rick rasped out as I nodded in agreement, turning to do so only for Daryl to cut me off.
"Ya ain't goin' anywhere. Stay yer ass here, I'll get the fuckin' car." I opened my mouth to argue against him like he was so infamous for doing to me only for him to reach into my flannel, grabbing my pistol before pressing a light kiss to my cheek.
"Be back." He didn't give me any time to rant about the small amount of PDA in front of Rick and Hershel as he ran through the storage with Hershel close behind for cover.
I stood there, watching as Daryl yanked the back door open, saying something to Hershel who nodded, his gun up and at the ready as Daryl dodged out, gunfire immediately following.
"Daryl!" I screamed as Hershel ducked out of the way of gunfire, both myself and Rick running in.
"What happened?" Rick asked out of breath as both he and I wedged a large cabinet in front of the door leading into the storage area from the bar.
"He fired. Must have hit Daryl." Hershel's words sunk in as a chill of horror ran up my spine causing me to dash over and almost out the door had Rick not grabbed my arm, keeping me from going any further.
"He's behind the dumpster." Hershel rasped out as Rick allowed me to peek out with him to see just the tip of Daryl's boot poking out from the other side of the dumpster.
"Doesn't look like he's moving." Rick swallowed as I stepped a bit closer to the doorway, calling out to him.
"Daryl. Daryl!" I called out frantically in a hushed whisper as I watched in relief as his foot moved a bit before the side of his face came into view.
"Are you hit? You okay?" I asked worried as he passed me a short nod as I turned to nod back to Hershel and Rick.
"The car's right there, let's go." Daryl situated himself in a knelt as he gestured for us to follow him as I was the first to run out to him, feeling a bit better given the opportunity to search him for wounds myself. Thankfully there were none as Rick and Hershel made their way over to us, walkers now coming slowly around the back corner.
"Let's go." Daryl grabbed my free hand, yanking me off the ground as I gripped the shot gun in my hands, cocking it as Daryl unloaded in front of us while I turned, shooting behind us while attempting to reload just as quickly. That's when a shot went wild from somewhere in front of us, barely missing me as I felt it whiz just past my arm, cutting the sleeve of my flannel as Daryl began unloading higher around the corner where we could hear yelling coming from.
"Ana, are you alright?" Hershel asked in concern as I nodded, showing the torn sleeve as Rick grabbed my arm, inspecting it closely. Daryl gestured for us to take cover as we planted our backs to the building wall, Daryl peeking around the corner with Rick every so often to unload at what I knew to the be what was left of the men that had been shooting at us.
We heard more yelling as trucks began starting up before a scream pierced the air followed by the screeching of tires.
"Let's get the fuck outta 'ere." Daryl shouted as we all took off running around the corner, towards our car where a hoard of walkers was heading towards.
"Help!" A voice screamed suddenly as my eyes unconsciously snapped over, laying on a very familiar yet gruesome scene of the young man embedded on the fence line. Rick wasted no time, obviously having an internal argument with himself as he ran over to the boy, wanting to help but not sure how to as I slowly approached from behind
"Rick! Ana!" Voices began shouting as I spun, realizing Hershel and Daryl hadn't followed us. I ran around the corner, waving them over as they ran over in relief while Daryl wrapped an arm around me, glancing over at what Hershel and Rick were now doing in irritation.
"We gotta go. Gunfire attracted a shit ton of walkers." Daryl spoke quickly as the boy began crying, only adding to the noise.
"I'm sorry, son. We have to go." Rick apologized to the boy as he begged for us to save him while pulling Hershel from the boy's side.
"We can't leave him." Hershel disagreed as Daryl dropped his arm around my shoulder, turning to take down what walkers were too close for comfort.
"He was just shooting at us!" Daryl snapped back as Hershel glared at him.
"He's just a kid, just...just please help me." Hershel shook Rick's hand off of him, going back to help the boy as Rick sighed in defeat, turning to help Hershel as they discussed how best to remove the fence from the boy's leg.
"Nothing you can do here! You won't be able to get that leg off without tearing the muscle to shreds." I called over from the little knowledge I knew, shooting down another walker.
"He certainly can't run. He may bleed out." Hershel added as I nodded, listening to the boy scream again as Rick tried something before suggesting that we just put him down and get the hell out of here. I was all for that at this point, watching as more walkers slipped around the corner, coming at all directions.
"Can't we just take the leg off?" Rick suggested innocently as the boy begged for them to keep his leg. By then, I had enough of this shit and the time we were wasting on the boy and pulled my machete from the back of my holster as I tossed my shotgun to Daryl.
"Hold it will ya?" I grumbled as I spun, turning and heading towards the two men who were still discussing how to remove the boy's leg.
"Hold him down!" I yelled, not wasting any time as I had seen Hershel do it a thousand times, swinging my machete down with all the force I could muster, watching emotionless as it cut through both muscle and bone. Pulling my machete free, I ignored the looks of uncertainty coming from both men before I pulled my already destroyed flannel off, wrapping it tightly around what was left of his leg.
"We gotta get the hell outta here, now." I hissed, leaving the two men to carry 'whatever the hell' his name was as Daryl grabbed me, pulling me with him towards the car.
We loaded up, both myself and Hershel in the backseat with the boy, attempting to stop the blood as best as we could while Rick peeled out before we got swarmed.
"We should have left his ass there." Daryl grumbled as I pulled my borrowed belt off, rolling my eyes as I wrapped it high around the boy's thigh while making sure the bag over his head never came loose.
"What good would that have done?" Hershel defended as he helped me tighten the belt, comforting the boy who was groggy on blood loss.
"Better 'im then us. Bastard was one of those fuckers shootin' at us and ya'll wanted to help him? Like hell!" Daryl threw his hands up, clearly pissed that we had almost been caught up in a swarm had we dug out when we did. It wouldn't have been a problem had we left the boy to die instead of helping him.
But it was done and over with, they had saved the boy, there was nothing more they could do.
Author's POV...
"You...you mind if I talk to your mom for a sec?" Shane forced on an innocent smile as Carl looked up at the man in hesitation, turning to look at his mom with the same expression.
"It's okay." Lori sighed with a nod as Carl slowly nodded, not wanting to leave his mom's side after she had returned from a small car accident in search of his father.
"Okay. Give me a minute." Shane ruffled his hair playfully though Carl yanked his head away from the man subtly as he stood from the seat beside his mother.
"Thanks, bud." Shane thanked him as both adults watched Carl trail away, no doubt in search of someone.
"Okay, Lori, it was a lie. It was one little white lie." Shane sighed, confessing what they had been arguing over just an hour before as Lori pushed herself to stand, completely fed up with this man and his lying ways. Honestly, she was never going to learn anyways.
"But I think that...I think you oughta be thinking about how lucky we are that your baby's safe." Shane added as Lori froze in her tracks, slowly turning to him with annoyance and digust as plain as day on her face.
"You just can't lying, can you?" She laughed dryly, eyeing him in disbelief as Shane crossed his arms with an innocent shrug.
"My husband is back safe and sound. My husband is dead in some hospital." Lori mocked hysterically as Shane scoffed, glancing around in irritation.
"Oh, when are you gonna...when are you gonna stop throwing that in my face, huh?" Shane barked out when he noticed no one in hearing range, startling Lori who took a threatened step back.
"I thought he was...the point here, Lor, is that you cannot keep running off like that. What were you thinking?" Shane stepped around the forgotten fire and over a pushed over chair to get in her face as she turned to look at the house, not wanting the man to see the tears building in her eyes of the true reason she had desperately tried to search for Rick.
"I was...I was thinking we needed Rick here to keep us safe." Lori fought back the quiver of her bottom lip as Shane inspected her closely, her words twisting his pride-ridden heart.
"Rick? I keep you safe." Shane laughed mockingly as Lori shot him a hard glare.
"Like you did with Otis?" Lori barked back through an equal mock as Shane's eyes darkened at her words. Taking a threatening step towards her, Lori swallowed the bile crawling up her throat as she noticed the way Shane's jaw ticked.
"You wanna know what happened to Otis? Shane spat under his breath, his hand shooting out to grip her wrist so she had nowhere to go.
"What happened with Otis happened because I love you. I love you and Carl. That's right. Lori immediately began to shake her head in disagreement as Shane plastered a sick grin on his face.
Lori had already known since Rick had returned back from Atlanta, something had snapped in Shane. He wasn't the same man she had found herself falling into bed countless times with. She instantly knew, getting Shane involved with anything related to her marriage was a bad idea from the start. But she had been grieving, she had supposedly lost her husband and had no one else to depend on either than her husbands best friend, a man that had looked out for them from the beginning of the end. How would she have known he would end up this way?
"He was obsessed, in the worst possible way.
"I told Rick. Lori blurted out suddenly, catching Shane off guard as his grip unconsciously tightened.
"You told...you told him what?" Shane hissed this time, his teeth grinding together as Lori held her ground.
"Did you tell him that you thought you were a widow? That you were grieving and that the world was coming to an end? That...that you needed comforting? Did you tell him it was a mistake?" Shane stepped even closer to Lori to the point that Lori could taste his breath on her tongue sending her stomach reeling.
"You know Lori, that ain't true." Shane slowly smirked, his hand slipping down her arm to grip her hip, pulling her flush against him as she fought.
"What we had, it was a real. So real." Shane whispered, growing closer as his nose brushed her own causing her to quickly turn her head away from him.
"It was not. I love Rick and he...he loves..." Lori found herself stumbling over her words as she attempted to find the words to say only for Shane to cackle, stepping back just enough to meet her eyes.
"Rick? Lori, hate to break it to you but Rick...Ha...his interest has moved on." Shane smirked as he watched Lori eyes slowly grow glossy as she forced herself not to acknowledge him.
"You and I both know who Rick really loves here." Shane whispered as Lori pressed her eyes tightly shut, shoving him away from her with a huff.
"He loves me. He loves Carl." Lori barked out as she wiped at her face with the back of her arm, tilting her head back to clear out the tears.
"Keep telling yourself that, Lor, but he told me himself, he loves Ana, not you." Shane's eyes crinkled in amusement as he watched Lori's eyes water further, her bottom lip quivering as she slowly turned to look at him.
"No...no he doesn't." Lori whispered through a whimper as Shane slowly nodded.
Ana's POV...
The drive back to the farm was a long time coming. I knew, after the excitement we just left back in that town, it would take us at least 2 hours to get home, now carrying an extra pair of legs.
"Not right, what you did." Hershel's voice suddenly peeked through the silence as my eyes panned from the window I was gazing out to see that he was staring directly at me. I blinked in confusion, passing Daryl the same look before turning back to the farmer.
"Excuse me?" I asked, sitting up a bit straighter as he took a peek out the window before nudging his head down to the boy's leg.
I scoffed, immediately knowing he was now attempting to scold me for cutting the boys leg off how I did. Rolling my eyes, turning to see Daryl's hard eyes on me, Rick's own peering at me through the rearview mirror.
"You don't agree with the way I handled it huh?" I confirmed as he stared over at me and nodded.
"We should have given the boy a chance to decide what needed to be done." Hershel gruffed out as I laughed dryly, sitting forward a bit more to stare directly at Hershel.
"Dude, walkers were coming down on us from every fuckin' corner and you wanted to play 21 questions with this puto? You're fuckin' hilarious, you know that?" I laughed in disbelief, shaking my head as I watched Daryl sit up, turning to face Hershel.
"He had a right to choice what needed to be done to his leg without you deciding it for him." Hershel barked out as Rick sighed, pulling off the road onto the shoulder, parking the car before turning in his seat.
"Hershel..." Rick addressed darkly as I put my hand out, stopping him with a shake of my head.
"Hershel, I know you don't know shit about the outside world and what happened back there was just a teaspoon of what the world is like now. You wanted to bring this dickbag with us and we were running out on time. I know you have some consciousness to those who are hurt and I understand, but I know, I fuckin' know you were planning on cutting his leg off so don't turn around and blame shit on me. I won't sit for that shit, Hershel. I did what had to be done before it was too late. We didn't have the fuckin' time to sit there and fiddle with our dicks, something needed to be done and I did it. He's alive. If you're so upset about it, I'll work on him when we get back to the farm myself." I defended as Hershel opened his mouth, to argue back only to snap his jaw shut and turn back to the window.
"No disrespect to you Hershel, but we didn't have the time for procedures out there. Something needed to be done and I stepped up and did it. We escaped alive, didn't we? You can thank me for that later." I spat irritated, turning back to wave Rick on as he looked to Daryl briefly before turning back to me.
I didn't care what the man had to say, but the fact that he was turning around to blame me for something that I knew he had been planning on doing, pissed me off.
Author's POV...
Glenn silently headed down the hallway to the room he had been camped in all day and quietly knocked on the door.
"How is she?" He walked in with a glass of water, handing it off to Maggie who took it with a thankful smile.
"Dehydrated. I set up an I.V., best I can do without dad." She whispered as Glenn took a seat in the chair beside Maggie, his hand rubbing her back comfortingly.
"You need me to get you anything else?" Glenn asked in concern as Maggie continued to stare down at her sister, shaking her head.
"No, I'm fine. But I needed to thank you for realizing what she was doing when I didn't. How did you know something was wrong with her?" Maggie turned her glassy eyes to him as he licked his dry lips, unsure if he should vocalize his reason as he eyes sought out the empty doorway.
"Ana." He bluntly said as Maggie turned to him, blinking in confusion.
"What? But she's...she's out there looking for daddy. How could she..." Maggie mentioned unsure what he was trying to get at as Glenn pinched the bridge of his nose, unsure how to explain what he had a hunch on since meeting the woman.
"Alright, so what I'm about to tell you, I need you to keep it between us, please." Glenn pushed himself to sit a bit closer to her, his hands immediately reaching out to grasp her as she nodded hesitantly.
"I think...Ana, she knows...knows things?" Glenn was unsure how to word what he thought about the woman he cared about like a little sister.
"Knows things? What kinds of things? You're not making any sense." Maggie whispered, sitting a bit closer to him, trying to meet his eyes. Glenn stared down at Maggie's thighs, not sure if he was going crazy or if what he knew, made sense and was real.
"Before she left...she warned me. She told me to keep an eye on Beth." Glenn confessed as Maggie's eyes furrowed in confusion and surprise, passing her sleeping sister a short glance.
"Wait, what?" Maggie asked again as Glenn shrugged his shoulders, not sure how else to word what he was trying to explain.
"I think, she knew, something was going to happen and told me to watch her. And when I did, this happened. But this isn't the only time something like this happened. She did and said things back at the CDC that she had no way of knowing, even back at camp when I first met her, she mentioned Lori and Shane with only being there for 24 hours. I don't...I don't know if I'm going crazy or..." Glenn let go of her hands to grip his hair, frustrated that he was basically mocking and saying things about a woman he cared about.
"Maybe she has a really good intuition." Maggie tried to find some sort of explanation as Glenn sighed, shaking his head.
"I thought so at the beginning, but then at the CDC, we got separated and she basically talked the doctor off the ledge, said things he had told us with her through a metal door. There was no way she should have known things, but she did. She hasn't said anything about where she's from or her family, it's just...some things that she says or does, I've realized she has no way of possibly knowing." Glenn hung his head as Maggie's hand slowly reached out to rest on the crown of his head.
"So, you think, she somehow knows what's coming? What's going to happen?" Maggie repeated as Glenn shrugged his shoulders, leaning his forehead to rest on her thighs.
"I don't know, but something isn't right."
Glenn should have stopped before he began, but he didn't know that just outside the door, a looming figure stood, listening in with a growing scowl.
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Also, for those of you that are new, I will be going on vacation in two days so the update for the next chapter will be sometime during the week of the 11th of November. I'm not ditching the story, just enjoying a week of well-needed vacation lol
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