Better Angels
After Dale's funeral, Felicia and several others were taking care of a few Walkers farther out on the farm, bludgeoning them with rakes and shovels so as not to attract attention via the noise. When that was done, they returned to the farmhouse, where everyone was moving in. Ingrid was watching Daryl with a look of sexual frustration on her face; if she got her way she would have the floor space closest to him. Felicia, on the other hand, while dealing with a certain level of sexual tension herself, would rather not be sleeping in a hot, dark house anywhere near the temperamental block of muscles that was Shane Walsh. That could lead her to do something very… stupid.
Teeth was staring down T-Dog over the space the man had already claimed, and Felicia was quick to set things right, shooing Teeth out of the farmhouse, much to T-Dog's relief. She still wasn't sure why those two never seemed to get along.
Things were happening. It had been relatively calm on the homestead until Shane had shown up, face covered in blood, screaming for Rick. He had been quick to tell them that Randall had overpowered him and was now in the woods with his gun. Felicia found this hard to believe. Randall was an injured, malnourished, petite boy who was probably younger than she was. And she would seriously doubt Shane's abilities if he was taken down by someone who probably weighed less than she did. She kept her mouth shut, however, stealing into the woods after Shane and Rick and trying to be as quiet as possible. With luck, she could observe things without him knowing. Why she wanted to stay hidden, she wasn't sure, but she had a queasy feeling she couldn't explain.
This was only confirmed when she saw what was going on between Shane and Rick in the field. She followed with Teeth, charging out of the woods just as Shane had pulled his gun on his friend. They heard her, turned around, and stared, uncomprehending, as she jogged the rest of the way to them, panting. "Shane!" she shouted. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"What are you-" Shane began, but she grabbed his collar and began chewing him out, shaking his shoulders for emphasis.
"You. Are. So. Freaking. Stupid!" She yelled. "You jealous piece of shit! Do you know what your problem is, Pal?" She didn't wait for a response. "You are so damn oblivious! Of everything! Every. Damn. Thing." Stopping to catch her breath, she relinquished his collar, taking a step backward so she could address the two men. "You people are idiots!" she yelled. "Especially you," she growled, rounding on Shane. "I've gotta tell ya, Buddy, you are about the most oblivious man I have ever known. Seriously! For God's sake, Shane, you killed Randall, led everyone out here, and now you're trying to kill Rick… All for what? Lori? Please!"
"Felicia, what are you doing?" demanded Rick, running a hand through his hair. He was unsure whether he should be chastising her or thanking her for interrupting this incident. He was ignored.
Shane was staring at her, dumbfounded. "You still don't get it, do you?" she cried, voice shrill.
"Felicia-"
"Not another word. Not one word," she said, clamping a hand over his mouth. "Listen to me. I'm not gonna wait around for you, Walsh." She removed her hand from his mouth just to grab him and kiss him, briefly but with enough force to make him take a step backward.
After that, she released him, turning around and beginning to walk off. Rick and Shane watched her, momentarily forgetting their previous dispute as they tried to process what had just happened. They were interrupted first by Carl, who had come wandering up at some point but stayed silent, and then by the sound of Walkers.