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Attention Pt. 2

Pt. 1 

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When you and Rosita finally moved, it was towards the gates under the now dull seeming moon. The two watching the gate seemed hesitant after seeing your tears, but a solid glare from Rosita had the gate opening. The two of you wandered out with an almost urgent walk, ears already perked for the groans of the dead. Words were definitely not required, the hug speaking for enough of your emotions. You had both lost someone, multiple people you loved in a span of a few hours. 

It was a lot of emotional turmoil but with everything being calmer in a few days time, everyone should be feeling a little better. You firmly believed in that thought even though there was a nagging feeling in the back of your mind. The gravel road crunched under your feet as you both walked in silence. Words felt almost wrong at this point, the sadness becoming palpable enough that when a lone walker roamed from the tree line and towards you two, you stood there and watched it. No knives drawn, just heavy eyes watching the rotting man stumble at you. 

You only jumped into action when the groans finally registered and Rosita walked forward in an almost drunk state. Your hunting knife in hand, you trudged up to the walker and sunk the blade into its soft skull. Its body fell limply to the ground and you stared down at it, Rosita being the one to snap out of it and drag it out of the main road. She made her way in front of you afterwards and grabbed your shoulders.

“There’s an old Costco warehouse a few miles down. Let’s go.”

You nodded with a muttered ‘okay’ as you began the walk that you could only imagine was going to be ankle pain inducing. Though you never minded the extra motivation to get back to Alexandria as soon as possible, you knew that coupled with the emotional pain it would be grueling. As Rosita walked to your right, you kept glancing to your left to keep an eye out for more possible lone walkers. Rosita kept watch of the right while you trudged along the winding roads.

The pair of you got close to the warehouse in about an hour, deciding that running would be good for you both. Reaching the gate surrounding the  building, you scanned it quickly for any breaks in the fence. After you had found none and had told Rosita who had also found none, you both climbed over it as quietly as possible. It wasn’t the best way to get in as it proved an issue for getting out but you were both quick on your feet so you both brushed it off. 

You found an unlocked door around the back of the building, a few walkers trying to chew off your arm only to be met with a swift plunge of your knife into its head. Rosita opened the door as you kept watch around the warehouse, watching for anything suspicious. Seeing nothing immediate you turned and followed Rosita into the building, propping the door open slightly with a metal bar that she had found by the door.  You looked around as soon as you entered, the interior being large and echo inducing. You made eye contact with Rosita and agreed to search together, the risk of trouble while alone in such a large space would be disastrous. 

The two of you walked to the left of the building, eyes scanning the boxes you passed on the way. You would get back to them later but you were still curious. Your curiosity proved helpful when you saw a box of backpacks, pulling Rosita over to open it and pull out the Reebok bags. You both had two on your shoulders and one in a hand while your knives was in the other. Continuing along your original path, you reached the very left side of the place and began opening boxes without looking at what they were. The left side proved to hold tools, pet toys, kitchen appliances and outdoor furniture. Rosita started laughing at you when you pulled a foldable camping chair from its box and then its bag, jumping a few inches the air when it snapped itself open with force. 

After your laughing fest and gathering some tools and kitchen appliances that could easily fit in a backpack, you began making your way to the right side of it. With the results from the very left side being disappointing and the boxes closer to the middle providing non-helpful cook books and pet food as well as cat litter, you and Rosita began to dread the right side. On the way over you both collected some children’s and baby toys for the younger ones at Alexandria. Coming across a few boxes of sex toys had you both doubling over in laughter when Rosita tried to sneakily put a dildo into one of her bags, you grabbing one and smacking her ass with it while shoving one in your own bag. 

Quickly escaping from the boxes of dicks, you made your way to the right side...officially. Reaching it was the best day of your life, the shelves chalk full of candy and bars of all kind as well as alcohol. You and Rosita jumped at each other in happiness, a few single serve bottles of vodka being downed by each of you as you shoved bags of jelly beans, chocolate and dried fruit into one bag. That alone filled a whole backpack to the point of barely being able to close any of the zippers. Rosita did the same, hers filled with the variety of alcohol. You both shoved protein bars and granola bars into your third bag, the empty boxes littering the floor around you both. 

All of your bags now full to the brim of cans and things had you both sighing and searching for children’s wagons to carry more than the backpacks. Finding large ones, large enough to hold you and Rosita as you used curtain rods to race down an aisle of shelving, you filled two each with the backpacks, Rosita running and grabbing more to maximize storage capabilities. Bottle of alcohol filled the gaps between bags filled to the brim with food and smaller things like toothpaste, toothbrushes, Advil, makeup, antiperspirant, some allergy pills and razors for shaving. The wagons squeaked along the floor from too much pressure in some places, making you copy them in annoyance as you both downed an old Pepsi, remembered period materials for the ladies, ran to get them, packed in lots and lots of everything and then left the building.

The sun was just beginning to rise as you walked outside with the wagons, you leaving yours to cut a hole large enough for the wagons in the fence with clippers you had found. You guessed you had wasted away at least 5 hours in the warehouse, the two of you maybe taking a nap and having some... lots of... the candy you had uncovered as well as wagon racing and casual conversations while sat on a porch swing that you had put together to surprise your friend. You may have gotten tipsy with Rosita, a few kisses being given to foreheads here and there, hands being held and makeup being used wrong. 

Thinking back on it made you smile as you squeezed through the gate and lead one of the wagons along as well. Rosita pushed one out to you after you stationed one to the side, this process going until Rosita was the one going through the fence and tying it up with zip ties as well as a chain with a few master locks here and there that you now wore the keys to on your neck. You both dragged the wagons behind you with some trip ups here and there from downhill roads that gave the wagons too much speed which caused them to bump into your ankles. 

You had red ankles by the time you reached the gates of Alexandria again, the lookouts looking very shaken as they opened the door after you waved to them happily. The adamant conversation you were having with Rosita continued as you walked through the gates, your laughter echoing until Rositas whole body language changed. Her shoulders tensed and her face became angry, her hands twitching on the handles of the wagons. You watched her in confusion until you heard Rick call out to you and your attention shifted. 

“Y/N...”, his voice was shaky, teary and it almost sounded like he was about to tell you that your childhood beta fish had died again. 

You were so hyper focused on your dad speaking that you didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. You looked over Rosita one last time in confusion, hugging her quickly before sprinting to your dad after dropping the handles with a clunk against the road. 

“Dad! Are you ok?! I was so worried. I’m so sorry I left without telling you, we just needed some time for ourselves... we found lots of good stuff! We’re gonna be ok. I promise. I’ll personally go back and collect more when we need it! I-”

“Y/N...”

You looked confused as he didn’t reach out to hug you like he normally would, you brushed it off though as you hugged him tightly, spotting Carl standing not too far back watching you with surprise. You gave Rick a kiss on the cheek and pulled a rolled up comic book from your pocket as you made your way to your little brother. 

“Hey you little weirdo. I got you a comic book. And there’s a lot more too so you’ll never be short of them.”, you smack Carl over the head with it as you gave him a hug, his hands wrapping around you as he stayed stoic, not showing any emotion past the slight smile he sent you after you handed the comic to him.

You turned back to say more to Rick when you finally noticed big trucks inside the gates, around 50 or so people staring you down. You cleared you throat and shuffled awkwardly to your dad, whispering loudly to him in confusion.

“Dad... what the actual fuck?”

Noticing he wasn’t answering and glancing towards someone just out of view, you glanced over and froze. The man stood there with a cocky smirk on his face was staring straight at you, not even bothering to hide it in the slightest. His leather jacket hung off his broad shoulders perfectly, the white t-shirt a nice contrast to the dark leather, his jeans hugging thighs like they were about to pop off of him with a single step. What caught your attention was the baseball bat covered in barbed wire sitting in his hand while his other was stroking the salt and pepper beard on his chin. 

You made eye contact with him until shuffling caught your attention and you glanced over. You could tell that the man clearly leading these people was going to say something, but your gasp cut him off. Seeing Daryl in dirty, baggy clothes and in no shoes with his hair super greasy as he stood between two large men made tears come to your eyes when he made eye contact with you. The desperation in his eyes made you forget your surrounding as you sprinted towards him.

“Daryl!”, you were stopped short in your journey a few feet in front of him as someone grabbed you around the waist and dragged you back in front of the man with the baseball bat. 

You struggled against the man the entire time, your feet kicking in the air as you pushed at the strong arms holding you. When your feet were on the ground you waited for a minute, staring intently at the ground until someone cleared your throat. Then you ran. Catching Daryl up in a giant hug, you sobbed into his shoulder as he held you gently, a hand cradling your face as you leaned into it. The eye contact was intense with emotions as he leaned in and kissed you gently, your hands gently holding onto the back of his head as you kissed him back. 

It was cut short when you were ripped away from him again, your feet flailing as you were carried over again.

“Put me down! You great big barbarian! Put me down so I can kiss my boyfriend!”

The man holding you just chuckled as you struggled helplessly, holding you still in front of the boss man again. You glared at the arms around you until they moved with a “C’mon now Simon, let the lady stand.” from his apparent boss. You brushed yourself off and looked at Daryl again but your vision was blocked by the man you guessed to be Simon, his bulging muscles giving him away. You gave up trying to get another look at Daryl and looked up at the leather clad man.

“What? Never seen a girl before? I wouldn’t be surprised.”

You heard a few people gasp loudly at your comment but he just laughed at it and held out his hand. 

“Hello there, darlin. I’m Negan. Who might you fuckin be?”

As you grasped his hand out of habit, you saw his smile grow bigger.

“Y/N... Y/N Grimes.”