Chapter 21

Ivy's POV

I glared up at Shane, not wanting to deal with his bullshit. "Shut the hell, Welsh. It ain't arts and crafts. It is first aid, something you know nothing about." My sister hissed, cutting me off from shoving my foot in my mouth.

He glared at her, trying to scare her. "Who do you think you are talking too, Harris? Cause it sure as hell ain't me." He went to grab her.

I stood up, grabbing ahold of my bat. I used one hand and swung at him, hitting him in the shoulder. He gasped, falling to the side. I walked up to him, using my bat as a walking stick. I squatted down to his level, a serious look glaring at him. "Don't you fucking touch my sister, asshole. I will beat your fucking head in with my one hand."

Glenn put a hand on my shoulder, trying to get me to stand down. "Ivy, please. We have to find Sophia."

I closed my eyes, trying to calm down. "Okay."

My sister stepped over Shane, 'accidently' hitting him with her foot. She wrapped her arm around my shoulder and led me away from Shane. "That was badass." She whispered in my ear.

I smirked, only allowing her to see it. "I wish I could have hit him harder."

She nodded in agreement, kissing my cheek and heading off to Daryl. I grin after her, ignore the look of concern coming from Glenn.

"Do you ever think before you act?" He asked, grabbing my arm.

I shrug. "Not when it comes to Shane. He pisses me off, I can't help it."

He kissed my forehead, leading me to where Rick has everyone meeting. I scratched my arm, trying to not blush. I look up from my feet and notice Ansley smirking at me. I stuck my tongue out her, causing her to laugh. Carl looked at her funny, probably wanting to know why she was laughing. She mumbled something to him, which made him to look over at Glenn and I. He smirked, laughing softly. I glared at them playfully, faking an offended look.

They giggled and looked away from me. I rolled my eyes and lean into Glenn, as Rick began to talk. "Okay. Dale, T-dog, and Ivy are staying here."

I gasped. "Rick, what the fuck? Why do I have to stay here?"

He gave me a stern fatherly look. "Ivy, you are hurt. You need to rest, not be out in this heat making things worse. Plus, T is going to need a doctor to look at the cut on his arm." He nodded towards T, who was using a rag to cover the cut on his arm.

I grumble, but don't argue. I walk away, not caring what Rick is saying. I decide to head into the RV to see my baby. I fling the door open to hard and bang my casted arm against the RV. I curse, trying not to cry from the pain.

I headed to the back of the RV, noticing that Lilah was nestled in between two pillows. She was sleeping with one hand resting on her little nose and the other on the bed. 'She is so cute. I wish I had to capture this moment.' I thought as I sat down next to her.

I sat in silence, just watching her sleep. It is funny. Before the shit in the fan and the world ended, I never pictured myself as a parent. Hell, I didn't even want a relationship. Now, three months into the new world and I had both of those things. Lilah might be my biological child, but I will treat her like she is.

I laid down next to her, moving one of the pillows to give me room. After tucking it under my head, I snuggled up next to her. Closing my eyes, I let sleep wash away the stress of dealing with Shane's crazy ass.

…Hours Later…

"Ivy… Ivy, wake up. Ivy." A familiar male voice called, causing me to wake up.

I groan, using my free hand to rub my eyes. "I'm up, what is the problem? Did you guys find Sophia?"

My eyes opened, causing Glenn to smile then frown. "No, we didn't find Sophia. But something did happen."

I sat us, making sure not to squash Lilah who was still napping. "Someone finally shoot Shane?"

Glenn frowned at me. "Ivy, this is serious."

"I am being serious."

He sighed. "That's the problem. I know you are, but this is a bad kind of serious."

"Did Shane shoot someone?" I ask, worry filling me.

He shook his head. "No, it's Carl."

I jumped off the bed, nearly knocking Glenn backwards. "What happened to Carl? Did Shane's crazy ass shoot him?"

Glenn grabbed my shoulders. "Calm down. I don't know what happened. All I know is that Carl was shot and he is at some farm two miles down the road. Some chick came riding in like Zorro, told us about Carl and took Lori. I am taking T to the farm, I came in here to see if you wanted to come with."

I nodded, picking up Lilah with my good arm. "Yes. No need to ask. Just gotta get Lilah some stuff, I ain't leaving her here. Can you grab the car seat? Oh, my bags! I need a bag."

Glenn put a hand on my shoulder, trying to get me to calm down. "Isis is grabbing you a bag. I will grab Lilah's car seat and diaper bag. You don't have to worry about that stuff. All I need you to do is go get Carol's Cherokee and take Lilah with you. Okay?"

I sighed and nodded. "Okay."

"Good." He used my shoulders to turn me around to face the door.

I cradled Lilah to my chest as I stepped out of the RV. I notice that Isis is halfway into the Humvee with Daryl leaning against the side. There are a couple bags at his feet, one was Lilah's diaper bag and the other was one of my medical bags.

I headed over to them. Lilah squealed, waking up from her nap. I cooed her, trying to keep her calm. "Hey, baby. Did you have a nice nap?" Squeal. "Yeah. You had a nice nap." I giggle as I came up to Daryl. I glanced away from her and locked eyes with the harsh crossbow wielder. He was smirking at me. "Shut up, Dixon. You ain't a parent."

He chuckled. "I didn't say anything, Harris. I just smiled."

I glared playfully at him. "It was in the way you smiled, Dixon." He smirked and shook his head. He reached down and grabbed the bags.

"I am gonna put this shit in the Cherokee." He flung the bags over his shoulders and, uncharacteristically, strutted away.

I rolled my eyes and snickered. "Issy, your man is a weirdo."

"I know." She said, tossing out my sleeping bag and a gray pack.

I looked in. "Can you pass out that Navy bag with the one strap?"

She held up a black bag. "This one?"

I shook my head. "No, the navy one. The one next to the seat."

She grabbed the right one. "This one?"

I nod. "Yup, that is the one."

She tossed it out, then climbed out herself. "Is that all you want? Or is there anything else you want?"

I shook my head. "I figure you guys are coming in the morning, so I'd get everything else then. I just need this stuff."

She nodded, closing the back of the Humvee. "Yeah, we only want to stay the night to see if Sophia comes back. We'll be at the farm shortly after day break."

I watch as she picked the bags up. "Whose farm is it anyway?"

She gasped, looking over at me in excitement. "I can't believe you don't recognize the area. It is Uncle Hershel's farm. It was Maggie that came and took Lori away. She said they'd need you, because of Carl."

My eyes widened. "Oh shit."

She nodded. "I know."

Squeal. Isis looked at me then burst out laughing at Lilah. I shook my head and walked to the Cherokee. Glenn was waiting with T and Daryl. All three of the men were chatting amongst themselves, waiting for me and Lilah.

"Sorry, Issy couldn't find the one bag I really needed." I childishly blame my sister.

She glared at me. "You weren't specific."

I rolled my eyes and moved around Daryl to put Lilah in her car seat. "Let's go. Uncle Hershel needs my help with Carl."

The guys looked at me in surprise. "Uncle Hershel?"