A/N We got the second part of the backstory today. Quite the shocker in some aspects. Still no confirmation as to whether or not "Baby" is Lucille, so I'm going to keep going with it. This story is obviously A/U because there's an OC, but I will still try and stay as true to the comic as I can.


"There. You fucking happy now, kid?"

Carl slouches in his chair. "I guess I see why you hate cops."

"Coincidence, but even I can admit that Prick isn't half the monster Blythe was. Speaking of, you better scamper along before Papaw Grimes finds you.

"Wait... th- that's it? Well, what the hell happened? Did Grey make it? Did you kill Blythe? You still didn't explain what happened to Lucille!"

"Shit happened, okay?"

"Ya know, if you don't talk about the people you care for, they might as well be dead."

"They are dead."

"But they don't have to be. They can live on through us."

"That's the stupidest fucking thing I have ever hea- okay, story time is fucking over." I realize there's really no place to go to escape him, so I get up and move to the other side of the bed so my back faces him.

"You're an idiot. Just because you turn around doesn't make you invisible."

"Fuck off, kid. I'm motherfucking warning you."


"You having wives makes a lot more sense."

"Does it now?"

"Well, yeah. You can be with three, four, five women, but they have to be faithful to you."

"I just wanted to be able to fuck a whole bunch of women."

"I didn't buy that shit last year when you told me, and I don't buy it this year. You loved Lucille, but you wanted Grey, too."

"God, you're fucking annoying!"

"My dad isn't going to be around forever, and when he goes, they'll be demanding your blood."

"That sounded like a threat."

"Take it as you will. I'm going to the Hilltop for a few days."

Good. Maybe then I'll get some peace and fucking quiet.


God, I miss you. What if you don't fucking wake up?

I open my eyes when my body jerks awake. Damn. That dream felt so real. My days are starting to run together again. This reminds me of the days before Sanctuary, when all you could do was survive. Except this is anything but survival. I've never been so goddamn lazy in my life.

"Well?"

"Not today, kid. I ain't in the fucking mood." Maybe I looked real fucking distraught or some shit, or maybe he just got tired of asking. Either way, he didn't come back for months. Carl had been talking a lot about training alongside Earl. A blacksmith at the Hilltop. I figured that's where he had been until one day he just showed up.

"Last chance. I'm leaving in a couple of days for the Hilltop. What happened with Lucille and Grey?"

"It ain't a love story. Far fucking from it."

"Oh."

I'm not usually one for silence, but I just can't seem to find the words.

"Grey didn't wake up from her coma?"

"She woke up two days after Lucille left for her sisters."

"That's a good thing!"

"No. It ain't. Knowing what I know now, I wish she would have just stayed asleep in that bed."