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"Not that one Megan. That's poisonous."

He'd never thought he'd be out here, in the wilderness, scavenging for berries of all things.

"Why not? It all looks the same."

"No... They ain't. Look 'ere. This is how y'know it ain't safe."

"... The colour..? Ohhhh, it is different! Thanks Brian."

"It ain't a problem." He'd heard a noise. Not wanting to freak out Megan he looked in the direction it came from. Brow furrowed as he looked between Megan and the noise.

He couldn't let her get hurt. He could never let her get hurt.

"What about this one Brian?"

"... Yeah that one's fine."

A hand on the gun now as he watched the direction closely. Any sign of a Biter, and he'd have to take it out away from her eyesight...

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NO LONGER ACCEPTING!

[ coffee ]  -  your  muse  brings  mine  a  mug  of  fresh  coffee.

The Greene farm had so many noises that it made it hard to fall asleep. That's what had Shane on top of Dale's RV after telling Glenn to head on to bed and get some sleep. He wasn't going to be sleeping tonight so he might as well do something productive. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he liked being up here at night. Things were usually calm, and he could relax and not think about everything that had been going on since Rick had been shot.

With the exception of tonight, he usually sat up there and thought about life before the Outbreak and about his Grandma Jean. Tonight, however, he couldn't stop thinking of how everything had gone from bad to worse. Rick returning from the dead had been the best and worst day of his life. Instead of continuing to go through the motions with Lori, he had to examine his feelings and figure out what it was he wanted out of life.

And if he was honest with himself, Lori wasn't someone he was in love with. She'd been a comfort for him when he thought his best friend had died. And she knew he had been the same for her. After Rick's return, he had held on so tightly to both Lori and Carl because he wanted what Rick had. It had been ripped so suddenly from him that he'd been sent reeling. Now Lori was pregnant, and that messed it all up for the three of them.

He rubbed the top of his head with both hands before sighing loudly. It was then that he felt the RV start to shake slightly alerting him that someone was climbing up the ladder. As soon as he saw Rick's face appear, he frowned. He became instantly alert. "Carl okay?" He looked toward the house.

"Carl's fine." Rick showed him the thermos full off coffee. "I was just bringing Glenn some coffee." He unscrewed the lid and poured Shane some.

⠀HE NODS WEAKLY AT THE MENTION OF the admin offices. bundling the vulnerable up in there, including his own son and daughter, was not what rick had wanted. but whatever this was, it was ripping through people faster than anyone could have anticipated. ‘i told him’ he replies, chewing the inner of his cheek and looking to the side as he thinks about carl, ‘i know you've got your hands full, but ... he can't leave. no matter what he says.’

⠀⠀RICK'S LOAD IS HARD TO LIFT and aiyla's quip escapes him. as much as he tried to make sense of it, he just couldn't. when would the world stop trying to kill them? if it wasn't the dead, it was the living. now this. rick's attention snaps back at promise me. ‘i'll be here, every second noon’ he clears his throat, skipping over the comment about himself, ‘if you need anything, you have my radio. smack it a few times if it doesn't work straight away.’

⠀⠀WHAT AIYLA IS DOING IS INVALUABLE to the group, let alone what she has already done. kept sophia alive, looked after judith while rick was incapacitated. rick has an overwhelming urge to hug her, a show of gratitude that had been foreign to him for a while. but he can't. he could very well be carrying whatever was taking people down. ‘i can't begin to thank you enough--’ rick sees evan lingering in the background, ‘think somebody wants you.’

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒 at his words ( were he anyone else, rick would have been able to excuse his absence ; could lock himself away within the admin offices right alongside his two children — instead he is 𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐒 and the world weighs far to heavily upon his shoulders ). fingers twitch at her side before curling into a fist ( even simple physical comfort isn't something she can offer him given the news of quarantine hanging over their heads ). "i'll keep him close. find something to keep him busy — feel important for being with us rather than elsewhere."

some tension in her shoulders lessens at the promise though she is not oblivious to how readily he glides right over her request that he care for himself. blue hues trail his frame and aiyla is aware now is 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 to push him. instead, a small sigh escapes before offering a small nod of understanding. "i will hold you too that. you aren't here and i'm going to come searching."

featuring: daryl dixon and rick grimes

his words are like a punch to the gut — their little group had been doing well after the governor ; creating something good and 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 in a world that had become anything but. she admittedly hadn't known what she'd been expecting ( hoping ) for, but it hadn't been this. the colder months had always been remarkably harder in recent years and they'd been lucky to avoid any major sickness prior to now.

blue hues flitter 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐈𝐌 — seeking out their respective children ( evan is avidly listening to carl at his side — whatever they discuss is entirely lost to the pair of adults given their distance, but the childlike innocence both boys display — virtually unseen since the world spiraled to its end is... refreshing ).

it takes some time for her to respond, but aiyla finds herself grateful that the man lingers. "okay." it's so achingly simple that her gaze returns to him. "𝐈 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, rick. i'll go find beth, judy and the others. you said the admin offices?" worrying at her lower lip, she resists the urge to reach out and give his arm a reassuring squeeze ( stops herself from promising that everything will work out in the end — there is no guarantee of such a thing anymore ).

"when you tell carl... maybe say that he needs to come with me to 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐔𝐒 should the need arise. just tell him everyone knows i'm rubbish with a handgun and i'm sure he'll believe you." lips quirk as she speaks, the tease light on her tongue as if hoping the airiness of her words will lessens some of the concern he might be feeling.