Hey everybody!

So sorry for that long ass wait. Writers block is a BITCH,and with my favorite stories not updating and my recent emotional breakdown,I once again left you all hanging like the bitch I am because my total lack of motivation. So sorry.

But really,thank my wonderful partner in crime,Dixie Grayson,or as I now call her, 'My Awesome Best Fandom Friend Who Is Simply On A Fair Amount Of Crack To Think DC Is Better Than Marvel'. She texted me in class demanding an update so here y'all go!

Enjoy :)

"God dammit,"

Carl looks up at a irritated Riley as she they both pick walkers off the fence. Her brows are drawn together in her difficulty to stab a walker with a barely-held together pipe. The pipe was flimsy,more duct tape than metal. It usually killed its target,but has lately shown difficulty removing itself from said targets. That simply left you with a dead walker lodged on one side of the weapon while your hand lay dangerously close to the fence and other hungry walkers on the other.

"Need help?" Carl offers,lowering his or own weapon.

"No," Riley near mumbled as she placed her boot against the fence before pulling,the pipe dislodging itself with a sick 'pop'. "I got it."

He smirked at her,though it fell when she threw the pipe aside.

"What are you doing?" He asks,though he knows exactly what she was doing.

Riley raised a brow at him as she pulls a knife from her belt,one of her longer ones. A bowie,she said Daryl had called it when he had given it to her a few months back after a run. It was huge and sharp,nearly a machete in Carl's opinion.

"Using my knife since that piece of crap decided to be difficult." she responds simply,a smile tugging on her lips.

"You know using your own knife is risky,right?" Carl says,though he knows she knows. Daryl nearly blew a gasket the last time he caught her using her own knives at the fence. "You'll only mess up your hand."

She glared at him. "If I get another pipe will that make you happy?"

"Absolutely."

Riley rolls her eyes before putting her blade away. She turns to go grab another weapon when she glares at him watching her with a grin.

"So you badger me to get something else while you don't even do the job?" She growled though she was smiling. When he only smiles,she punches him in the arm,laughing.

"Jerk," she says before giving a quick peck on the lips. She walks away,him staring back at her flustered.

Realizing after a moment that he's been staring and not working,Carl turns back towards the fence,resuming his shift,his cheeks still hot. He loses himself in his work after awhile,many minutes passing by before he realizes Riley still hasn't returned and he turns to find her gone. He walks to the courtyard to find their back-up fence weaponry bin untouched. He also notices one of the water bins next to it nearly empty,though he could've sworn it had been full earlier this morning.

"Riley?" He calls,really starting to worry. He went into one of the towers,empty due to the fact of less and less available working bodies for watch.

Carl was just about to leave when a car starts up somewhere nearby. He rushes out and towards the gate,pulling it open for the green Honda that makes its way down towards him. To his surprise,it's his dad and Carol,both looking quite stony. He thinks he sees another person in the back but then the cars gone,leaving him to wonder where his dad was going.

This can't be happening,this can't be happening,this can't be happening.

"Riley,were you there when Carol killed Karen and David?"

This can't be happening.

"Uh, y-yes Rick. I saw it,i was um,there."

This can't be happening.

"So Carol was telling the truth?"

This can't be happening.

"Yes. But Rick,it wasn't all her."

This can't be happening.

"What?"

This CAN'T be happening.

"I helped."

When Rick had questioned her in the courtyard,she knew Carol had confessed. She was even sort of relieved. But she never anticipated him telling her to go pack all her things immediately and come back out.

No,she never expected that.

She certainly never expected to come back out with all of her things and find Carol there as well,her backpack strapped to her too. Rick had ushered them quickly into the car,and suddenly the prison was behind them. Riley had looked over at Carl as he opened the gate for them. He seemed unaware,and she wondered if he knew.

When they stopped in some suburb Riley was incredibly confused. Rick had told them to take all their things before entering one of the houses,only to find one walker and two incredibly loopy people.

Her confusion only grew and grew the more time passed. From Ricks open-hearted confession about Lori to him willingly allowing those nutty people to scavenge the other houses in exchange for coming back to the prison.

She wasn't too surprised though,when one of them ended up dead,she was sad to say. She wondered how they lasted this long anyway.

When the remaining fruit basket never showed back up,they simply loaded the car up. She was almost done,only another pack left,when Rick put his hand on her shoulder,not incredibly gentle, and led her away towards another car where Carol was standing near.

The women remained stony nearly the entire trip,and Riley was starting to freak out.

"I can't have you there," Rick told Carol. "Both of you."

Rileys eyes widened in panic.

"You went against the counsel and murdered two innocent people," he continued,though Riley barley heard him through her racing head. "That will not slide by me. I won't have you there,with my people,my children."

Rileys eyes welled up.

Carl.

Daryl.

No,no,no.

Those two names alone let a tear free,Rick glancing at her briefly before focusing back on the women who had trusted him not too long ago,not even pausing in his stupid speech. Carol finally seemed to react after awhile,telling Rick she was sorry. But then she said something that stuck in Rileys muddled head.

I stepped up.

She had. Carol had stepped up and did what had to be done. Rick had always bitched about making such hard decisions all the time before going a little loopy and tapping into his inner-farmer. Someone finally takes the load off of him and suddenly he's a pissed off bulldog,defending his leader status that didn't even exist anymore. So they were punished,for stepping up.

And then Rick was turning around and leaving,as if he was simply scraping them off his boot.

"Rick," she called,her voice clogged with emotion. He kept walking.

"Rick please," she was crying now,though at that moment she was too upset to care. "Please,please don't do this. The prison,Glenn,Maggie,Herschel,Michonne,Ass Kicker. Carl,Daryl. Their everything to me. A-after Michael,they pulled me up. I would've died a long time ago without them. Please don't do this. I'm begging you. Please,let us come home."

The former sheriff didn't spare her a glance over his shoulder as he just continued to walk. He didn't even care. Rage bubbled inside Riley then. So much rage her vision was red and her thoughts went haywire.

Before she knew what she was doing,Riley grabbed the nearest object,an old empty bottle,and chucked it at him. It hit his back,startling him enough to glance over his shoulder before he continued walking to his car.

"Riley," Carol chided.

Her rage the only thing processing in her head,Riley picked up another bottle.

"AT LEAST HAVE THE BALLS TO ANSWER ME,YOU BASTARD!" she screamed,tears running down her face as the bottle shattered against the door of his car. He simply turned the little car on and drove off,two more bottles and a string of enraged curses following it.

Though as it disappeared in the horizon,the rage turned into despair and helplessness and the curses turned into sobs.

Once again,all of Rileys hope was taken from her,though this time she knew she was never getting it back.

Sooo . . .

Ha, so you probably noticed how FUCKIN pissed I was at Rick. Just ugh,WHY?

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I may update tonight,depending on what you all think.

CILEY ON!

Abby 'Zombie Slayin' Dixon, over and out