It's been a few days since Carl was shot and thanks to Hershel's healing hands, the boy was up and moving around again. He was still bound to his bed, but Sophie always kept him company in the room and Lori was there to take him on a daily walk around the farm as he regained his strength. Zayla had been formally introduced to the remaining inhabitants of the Farm this morning over breakfast: Hershel, Maggie and Bethany Greene; she took an immediate liking to the beautiful brunette and took to doing any chores with or taught by her.
Right now, she was gathering the milk buckets to take them to the cows' pen and she could only take two at a time, so she had to go back to the farmhouse twice, but the second time around, she was stopped by Rick.
"Now that we're settling here, I think you should-"
"Rick, a rat's disease-ridden left nut has more value to me than what you think." She cut him off, unwanting of his presence. "Don't talk to me, pig."
She brushed past him on her way back to the farm house and grabbed the last two buckets. This time, Lori was waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs and was keeping her pace as she headed for the cow pens again.
"I'm gonna need you to stop disrespecting my husband, Zayla." The brunet firmly told the redhead and that got her to stop, turning to pin Lori in th eyes.
"I'm gonna need you to step the fuck off, Lori." Zayla shot back, almost appalled by the impertinence of the woman. "You weren't thinkin' about your husband when his best friend was bustin' his nut on your face, now were you? Have you even told your husband that you were screwin' his best friend?"
"That's nobody's business 'cept our own." She defended with a red face.
"I'll take that as a 'no' then." Zayla huffed. "It'd be a cryin' shame if someone were to spill the beans about that, huh? I bet it would just break the good Sherriff's dirty little heart."
"Are you blackmailing me?"
"No, blackmail's too complicated. What I'm doing is giving you a final warning. If you try to tell me what I can and cannot do, I just might have to sit down with your husband and tell him what was goin' on between his best friend and wife before he found us." She turned her back on the woman, but called over her shoulder, "Don't cross me, Lori. I can be a real bitch when I put my mind to it, just ask Andrea."