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No Man's Land
By: Ickray_Imesgray Date: February 1, 2016, 6:48 pm
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This is an original fic that takes place during "Conquer" and
touches on what happened after Aaron and Daryl were saved by
Morgan.
After nearly escaping a walker trap set by a group of deadly
scavengers known as the "Wolves" Aaron and Daryl Dixon were
grateful that Morgan had arrived at just the right moment. They
were trapped inside a car, surrounded by walkers and it seemed
there was no way out. Daryl had smoked what he believed to be
his last cigarette as he prepared to sacrifice himself so Aaron
could escape. It was a miracle that Morgan arrived when he did,
taking out as many of the undead with his walking stick as he
could, allowing just enough space for Aaron and Daryl to get out
and make a run for the gate. And then after thanking him and
seeing the map with Rick's name on it, Daryl finaly knew this
man was none other than the Morgan who had saved Rick's life and
now he was searching for him.
"I seem to be lost", Morgan had spoken. "you mind telling me
where I am?"
"you're not lost" Daryl replied as he looked at Aaron. "If
you're lookin for Rick we can take you right to him."
"Y-you know Rick?" Morgan sounded astonished.
"Yes we do," Aaron replied. "He's back in Alexandria where we're
from. It's a big community and it's safe, we have walls to
protect us
from the walkers. You're more than welcome to stay there with us
if you wish. In fact that's what Daryl and I are doing out here
to begin with.
We're looking for survivors to bring back to our community. We
need more people to keep it going."
"Well in that case, please take me with you," Morgan smiled. "I
been out here for far too long now. Don't know how much longer I
can last."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Daryl nodded. "But if Rick trusts
you then I see nothing wrong with taking you back with us."
"Well, we'd better start heading back now," Aaron panicked as he
noticed a herd of walkers headed in their direction.
"Yeah, I'm with you," Daryl nodded as he reached for his
crossbow and quickly shot an arrow through the head of one of
the walkers
that had gotten too close for comfort. "Let's go!"
Aaron, Daryl, and Morgan had gotten just far enough way that
they could stop and catch their breath and it was then that
Aaron realized he had lost his backpack.
"I must've dropped it back by those trucks," he panicked. "It
has all our supplies and even my pictures of Alexandria in it."
"We can't go back for it, Aaron," Daryl shook his head. "You saw
the message we found in that car. It was a trap and whoever set
that trap
was going to return sooner or later and kill us."
"I know," Aaron sighed.
Suddenly Morgan looked up at the sky and noticed the sun
beginning to set.
"Are we gonna make it back to your community before sundown?" He
asked. "Cause I'm really not looking forward to spending another
night out in these woods."
"Daryl and I have a car," Aaron answered. "It's not far now.
Daryl do you remember the way?"
"Yeah I do," Daryl nodded. "It's about five miles north of here
just sitting on the road where we left it. Should make it back
there before sundown, but Alexandria is at least twenty miles or
more away now."
"I meant to ask before," Morgan spoke up. "But how is it you
know Rick?"
"Knew him since Atlanta," Daryl answered. "We had a big group
then but we've lost a lot of them since."
"I'm sorry," Morgan replied. "I've lost people too. My wife and
my son. Even for a while there, I lost my sanity too."
"Could've fooled me," Daryl said. "By the way how'd you get so
good with that stick?"
Morgan smiled. "A cheese maker taught me."
Suddenly the snarls and growling of nearby walkers could be
heard in the distance.
"We're not alone anymore," Aaron pointed out. "We should keep
going till we reach the car."
"Mmhmm", Daryl nodded. "Just follow me and ready yourselves for
any surprises. Save your bullets, don't need to be drawin
anymore of em to us. Just knife em in the head as you go."
When they finally made it back to the car the sun had already
gone down. There were only a few straggling walkers in the area
that were easily dispatched as Daryl opened the car door and
climbed into the driver's seat. Aaron got in the passenger side
while Morgan sat in the backseat.
"Shouldn't be too long of a drive back," Daryl said as he
started the engine. "Just as long as traffic ain't too bad."
Aaron looked out his window and noticed a few walkers emerging
from the woods and heading right for the car.
"There's only a few of them," he commented. "But I'd prefer if
we didn't end up trapped in a car again."
"Yeah, not a problem," Daryl replied as he put the car into
reverse and backed up until they all heard a loud thump as the
bumper of the car hit a walker and knocked it down.
The sounds of bones cracking and breaking could be heard as
Daryl backed the car right over the walker's body.
Aaron felt nauseous and cupped a hand over his mouth.
Daryl backed the car up a little further and then turned it
around and stepped on the gas.
Morgan noticed the sick look on Aaron's face.
"You're not used to this are you?" He asked him.
"No, I'm not." Aaron replied. "Guess I haven't been out of
Alexandria enough to get used to it."
"But you will one day," Morgan promised him. "In order to
survive in this world, you gotta get used to it first. Accept
the things that happened, and accept the things you did that you
didn't want to do, or the things you believe you should've done
instead."
Daryl was silent but he was listening.
"It's not easy," Morgan continued. "But it does make you
stronger. And I do know that I was a weak man back then, but my
eyes are open now and I see what this world has become, but I
also see that it isn't over. We're still here for a reason,
Aaron."
"I've had to kick people out of Alexandria," Aaron said
admittedly. "It's not something I wanted to do because it felt
like sending them to their death, but it was something I had to
do."
"Why?" Morgan asked.
"Because they were dangerous," Aaron explained. "And it was too
bad because I'd really hoped they would've worked out."
"Not everyone does." Daryl suddenly spoke up. "When you give
someone a chance, there's always a risk involved."
"I know that now," Aaron sighed. "I can't save them all."
"You saved us." Daryl had to remind him.
"Because I saw that you were good people," Aaron replied. "And I
really admired the way you guys stuck together. That's when I
knew you guys would be perfect for Alexandria. You know how to
survive out here, we don't."
Daryl suddenly remembered some of the horrific things he'd done
and experienced as he tried to keep his attention on the road in
font of him. He saw the faces of all those he'd lost, the fall
of the prison, them being trapped in the boxcar at Terminus, and
every living person he had to kill just to stay alive.
"We're not as good as you think," Daryl warned.
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Re: No Man's Land
By: Ickray_Imesgray Date: February 1, 2016, 6:51 pm
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Earlier that day...........
Rick? Michonne's voice spoke, sounding stern and serious.
Rick Grimes opened his eyes only to realize he was locked in
some kind of room as he lay on the mattress on the cement floor.
His vision was blurry and his head was pounding but he could see
Michonne standing in the corner dressed in her constable
uniform, arms crossed looking down at him in disappointment.
The white shirt he wore still had visible blood stains from his
scuffle with Pete from before and he had small rectangular
shaped bandages on his face.
"Rick, can you hear me?" Michonne asked as she waited for him to
sit up.
"Yes," he replied. "What's going on? Why am I here?"
Michonne sighed. "You know why you're here."
"Because of the fight with Pete?" Rick asked.
"You were out of line, Rick." Michonne explained. "You shouted
at those people, covered in blood while waving your gun around.
I had to stop you before you did something else stupid. Do you
even remember what you said to them?"
"That they don't get it?" Rick replied as he looked at her with
his piercing blue eyes. "That their way of doing things is
done?"
"I understand what you were saying, Rick." Michonne said. "But
threatening those people is not going to help them understand.
It's only going to make them fear you. Is that what you want?"
Rick was silent.
"There are other ways." Michonne said. "We need this place.
We're safe here, Rick. We can't afford to screw this up, don't
you understand that? That's why I had to stop you."
"My head hurts," Rick commented as he lay back down staring up
at the ceiling. "Think I'm just gonna sleep it off some more."
"Fine then," Michonne pursed her lips. "But we are going to talk
about this later."
As Michonne was leaving the building she was greeted outside by
Carl Grimes. He wore his father's sheriff hat with a plaid
button up shirt and dark jeans.
"Is my dad awake yet?" He asked.
"He's still resting," Michonne answered. "Are you okay?"
Carl nodded. "Yeah, thanks. I know he didn't mean to shove me
out of the way, and I know he had to be stopped.
I'm glad it was you who knocked him out."
Michonne smiled and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. She
had come to love Carl as though he were her own son, especially
after their time bonding during supply runs back at the prison
and also when it was just three of them on the road to Terminus.
"Your dad is going to be fine," she said sincerely.
"What about Deanna though?" Carl worried. "She wants to have
that meeting tonight to discuss what to do with my dad. Does
this mean she's going throw him out? Cause if she does, then I'm
going with him."
Michonne hugged him tightly in her arms. "I know you're worried.
I am too, but I've talked to Maggie and she's going to try to
reason with Deanna and Reg. I think we can work something out.
Pete's been moved to another house so he can't hurt his wife
anymore, but I'll keep an eye on him for your dad."
Carl wiped away his tears. "I really don't want to leave this
place. Judith is safe here and we don't have to worry about her
starving or drawing walkers to us."
"We're going to make it work," Michonne assured him. "But no
matter what Deanna decides to do, I'm still with you and your
dad, okay?"
Carol Peletier stood over the kitchen counter mixing ingredients
into a glass baking dish when all of a sudden she heard the
sound of a creaking door. She wasn't the least bit startled but
she pulled her knife from its sheath anyway and went to
investigate. She eyed the living room coat closet and quickly
opened the door ready to stab whomever was hiding inside.
"It's me, Carol! It's me!" Eight year old Sam Anderson panicked
as he backed away.
Carol was furious. "What were you thinking, Sam? I could've
killed you!
"I'm sorry," Sam apologized. "I just didn't want to stay home
with my mom. What are you doing anyway?"
Carol placed her knife back in its sheath. "I'm baking a
casserole for your father."
"But why?" Sam looked confused.
"Because I want to have a little chat with him myself," Carol
replied. "And you better not tell anyone either."
"Don't worry I won't," Sam promised her. "And it's not just
because you'll tie me to a tree for the monsters."
Carol looked back at him almost apologetically.
"That is what you promised right? Sam asked. "If I told my mom
you were in the armory stealing those guns?"
Carol sighed. "I don't know what you want from me, Sam. I'm not
your friend and I'm certainly not your mother. So maybe you
should tell me what it is you want?"
Tears welled up in Sam's eyes as he looked back at Carol.
"What's going to happen to my dad? Is he a monster, Carol?"
"Your father is a bad man," Carol answered. "And nothing will
happen to him as long as he stays away from you and your
mother."
"Did you ever have kids?" Sam asked.
"We're not talking about this, now go home, Sam." Carol replied
coldly. "I don't ever want to see you back here, you got that?"
Sam began to cry.
"Sam, I'm sorry," Carol sighed as she reached to hug him but he
suddenly ran from her and headed for the front door.
"Sam, wait!" Carol called after him, but it was too late, he had
already run outside and left the door swinging open behind him.
Carol didn't like pushing him away like this, but she felt it
was for her own protection. She had already lost too many people
and didn't want to continue to feel that same heartbreak over
and over, so she kept her distance. But she couldn't deny she
liked Sam and felt sorry that his father turned out to be an
abusive prick. Sam's father was a lot like her husband Ed used
to be. But only after his death did she finally break free and
become a stronger person. Only, she didn't know if this strength
was as good as she believed because she kept pushing others
away.
She sat down at the dining room table and buried her face into
her hands. Trying to live this way again felt wrong.
Civilization was dead and now Alexandria felt like nothing more
than an illusion. How such a community could survive this long
without the threats of the outside world was hard to believe.
Perhaps something had happened here but the Alexandrians would
never talk about it. Either way, Carol didn't fully trust them
yet, and if they were hiding something she was going to find out
about it no matter what.
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Re: No Man's Land
By: Ickray_Imesgray Date: February 1, 2016, 6:53 pm
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Michonne was heading back out to talk to Rick, but on her way
out of the house she stopped and looked at her katana hanging
above the fireplace. It almost seemed to be calling her and she
couldn't resist. She headed over with her eyes locked on the
sword and carefully picked it up and held it out in front of
her. This sword brought back a lot of bad memories and for the
moment she closed her eyes she could see herself in the woods
alone again, surrounded by trees and walkers. They snarled and
growled as they began to swarm her, their arms outstretched and
hands grabbing for her flesh.
She swung her katana left and right, slashing through their
bodies as their guts and limbs flew in all directions, but more
kept on coming.
SVASH!!!! She kept slicing through them, their blood spraying
her in the face. And then she turned and saw the Governor. He
smiled menacingly at her still wearing his eye patch and
standing over Hershel and Andrea's corpses. "You couldn't save
them, Michonne," He said in a mocking tone. "And now you can't
save yourself. It's too late now."
"I killed you!" Michonne snarled at him as she raised her sword
above her head. "You can't come back!"
"Really?" The Governor replied as he stepped forward. "Then why
am I still here?"
The walkers continued to swarm Michonne from all sides and
suddenly she became swallowed up as the Governor watched. "Like
I said, Michonne. It's over for you. You kill or you die, or you
die and you kill."
Michonne gasped and opened her eyes. She was still standing in
the living room of the house grasping her katana tightly and
looking around for walkers, but there were none. She was
completely alone. She mounted her sword back on the wall and
stepped back and cupped a hand over her mouth. Her eyes quickly
filled up with tears as she remembered those she lost. "Andrea,"
she cried. "Hershel." She suddenly felt weightless and collapsed
to her knees trying to get a grip and come back to reality.
"Michonne?" She suddenly heard a voice call.
She looked behind her and saw Carl standing in the doorway.
"Michonne, is it alright if I see my dad now? And are you okay?"
Michonne stood back up and wiped her eyes with her hand. "I'm
fine, Carl," she said.
"Can I see my dad now?" Carl asked again.
Michonne led Carl to the basement where his father lay resting
on the mattress and let him inside the door.
Carl walked in to find his father was still asleep on his back
with one arm stretched across his head.
"Dad?" Carl spoke hoping Rick would hear him and wake up but he
didn't even move.
"Is he alright?" Carl looked worriedly at Michonne.
"He's fine," she assured him. "Just dealing with a little
concussion is all."
Carl couldn't help but remember the last time he witnessed his
father unconcious. They were holed up in an abandoned house
after the fall of the prison. The governor had nearly beaten
Rick to death and once they reached the house he passed out on a
couch and remained unconcious for an entire day and night. Carl
remembered yelling at him and blaming him for everyone they
lost, calling him a coward for not going after the governor when
they had the chance. "I'd be fine if you died," Carl had told
him. "I don't need you, I can take care of myself."
Though later on that night when Rick finally came to, he sounded
like he'd turned into a walker and was coming after Carl. Alone
and frightened Carl was readying himself to put his father down
just to realize he couldn't do it. "I can't," he cried as Rick
reached out for him through the darkness and gurgling his name
before passing out again.
"I almost lost him before," Carl said to her. "I can't go
through that again."
Michonne sighed and gently placed a hand on his shoulder in a
comforting manner. "You won't lose him, I promise."
Carl wiped his eyes. "Can you watch over him for me?"
Michonne smiled. "Sure I can. I'll stand watch until he wakes
up, that good?"
Carl felt relieved now. "Yeah that's good, thanks."
In the meantime, Carol had just dropped off the casserole at
Pete's and dared him to try and attack her. She even went as far
as to tell him how weak he was because he reminded her of her
deceased husband. She wanted to kill him then, she felt it, but
she knew now wasn't the time and it had to be Rick when the time
came. But on her way back to the house, she ran into Maggie
Greene who had just finished talking with Deanna and Reg.
"How did it go?" Carol asked her.
"Hard to tell right now," Maggie answered. "I tried is all I
know."
Carol looked gravely at her. "You know if they do decide to kick
Rick out of Alexandria, we'll have to do something."
"Like what?" Maggie sounded concerned. "I hope you don't mean
killin people."
"We might have to," Carol answered somberly. "Just prepare
yourself for that."
Maggie was speechless now.
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