𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐋. Well, that's what they were currently doing. Leaving him tied up in the road or something. Meanwhile, everyone else stayed back at home. They knew what they were doing. That's what everyone thought.

So while they were gone, everyone was doing something on the farm. Beth was starting to get better, everyone was nervous about her. But, she was definitely getting better. She was moving a little more, talking as well.

Casey was making a bracelet for Beth while Lori and Maggie were cooking some stuff up in the kitchen for Beth. They were cutting up vegetables and chicken, stuff like that. Casey was just sitting in there with them because she had nothing else better to do. She would hang out with Glenn, but, Glenn said something mean to Maggie apparently and now Casey is stuck between sides. So, she decided to be with her mom, who so happened to be with Maggie.

She liked Maggie, a lot. She's super nice and sweet. But Glenn's like her best friend, so, she doesn't know whose side she's on. So, she's staying mutual.

Big responsibilities for an eight-year-old, right?

So while Lori cut up some chicken and Maggie sliced the vegetables, the question of Glenn came up. "Did Rick say anything to you about Glenn when they got back from town?" Maggie asked the woman. Casey looked up at Maggie. She knew Glenn liked Maggie, he told her when he was on watch! But she couldn't tell Maggie because then Glenn could get hurt, so, she didn't say anything...

But why did they keep getting mad at each other? One minute they're super in love, and the next they're not! She doesn't get it! That's how her parents used to be back at home. One day they were fighting and the next after one apologized they were good.

Was that how it was with Maggie and Glenn? Were Maggie and Glenn like Rick and Lori? Arguing and then being okay?

It brought Casey back home. It made her think. She remembered how Lori and Rick would argue, all the time. But most Sundays, they were good. Casey used to think on Sundays, they got their fill. But in all reality, it was just Lori wanting to fulfill that dream of being a happy family.

On Sundays, Lori made these god-awful pancakes. Rick used to have to tell Casey to not be brutally honest when she ate them. The flower wouldn't be stirred in or anything, it was these clumpy, undercooked pancakes.

The thing was that Lori knew they were bad. She knew they tasted god awful. But, Rick never wanted his kids to say anything. Because he wanted the same thing as his wife. That normal, apple pie life.

Casey wondered if that's what Maggie and Glenn wanted. Peaceful Sundays and the rest of the week they can argue. They can just kiss and makeup.

She snapped from her thoughts when Lori answered the question. "Just that it had gotten pretty bad," Lori told her, not thinking anything of her statement. She knew something was going on between the two, she just didn't know what.

"He's not the same. Says he froze. Blamed me. Says I got inside his head." Casey glanced up again. She furrowed her eyebrows together. Glenn said that? She never expected that! Glenn really, really, really, likes Maggie. Now he blames her?

"Jerk." She mumbled beneath her breath, switching to the next color on the bracelet. It was pink, yellow, and light purple, just pastel colors. She felt like Beth would like those colors in a chevron pattern or something.

Sophia taught her how to do a chevron pattern...But now, Sophia was buried in the farm. Sophia was dead, gone. And it's her fault.

Lori tried to stay positive, but also out of the situation. Maggie and Glenn's relationship wasn't her business. She had her own problems in her own relationship. So, first, she wasn't one to judge. And second, she wasn't the one to ask for advice. "He came back—That's what matters. Men have to do certain things—you know that—and they're either gonna blame the little woman as the reason they do 'em or the reason they don't. I'll tell you somethin'- what happens out there happens out there. And we—we're just tryin' to keep it together till they get back." Lori gave Casey a cucumber slice, which she took. She ate it before getting back to his bracelet again.

"Things were good. Maybe I—" Maggie started, Lori shook her head, cutting her off. She didn't like how Maggie's first thought was to blame herself, especially if this situation sounded like Glenn's fault.

"Glenn's a big boy. He makes his own choices, and then you— do you have anything to apologize for?" Maggie shook her head no. Lori shrugged. "Tell him to man up and pull himself together. Just don't say man up. It never goes well." The two women laughed over that. Casey smiled hearing them laugh. She didn't understand why you couldn't just say that, but, she was curious.

"How come it doesn't go well if ya say man up?" Casey asked curiously, looking at Maggie and her mother with curiosity in her eyes. The woman smiled at her.

"Because they get all offended, baby," Lori answered, Casey furrowed her eyebrows.

"What if you tell them to grow a pair-"

"You do that I'll wash your mouth out with soap." Casey just gave a firm nod, understanding. Maggie laughed at the mother and daughter.

"How come guys can get offended but they blame girls? But if a girls offended they're dramatic?" Lori raised her eyebrows at the question her daughter asked. She bent down, kissing her head.

"I don't know, Casey Q. Just how it is."

Casey finished the bracelet and quickly cut off the extra thread. She took the duct tape off her leg, the one that kept the top in place. Sophia taught her how to do that. She said that even though knotting it onto something was good and easy, taping it was quicker. And also, sometimes you can't knot the top onto things, so, Casey just learned to tape it onto her thigh, or the edge of a flat surface.

"Let me just get this to Beth," Maggie said, grabbing the tray of food they prepared for her. Lori stopped her, taking the tray off the table.

"You go on. I got it."

Casey looked at Maggie, holding up the bracelet. "Am I allowed to give this to her?" Maggie nodded her head, saying yeah. Casey held it up to her mother, who put it on the tray.

Maggie leaned on the counter, smiling down at the little girl. "You know, behind all that sass you really are the sweetest thing." Maggie said. Casey nodded her head. Maggie moved her stray hairs from forehead.

Casey grinned, shrugging her shoulders. "Thank you." She stated kindly, her eyes gleaming up at the older woman. "And Glenn's an a-hole, sometimes. But I'm pretty sure he likes you a whole lot. He told me himself." Maggie smiled with a small chuckle. She thought she should reassure Maggie since she thought Glenn was mad at her.

Casey learned that no matter how mad you can be at someone, you still love them. That's what she learned from her mom and dad. So, despite the constant screaming matches...they managed to make Sundays normal...That's because they loved each other.

"Glenn your friend?" Maggie questioned. Casey gave her a nod.

"I guess. But, don't tell him what I told you, because then he'll get mad at me and then he won't tell me stuff. I gotta stay in the loop, ya know." Maggie laughed again, nodding. She pushed herself off of the counter.

"I won't tell him what ya told me. But, thanks for tellin', us girls gotta look out for each other." Casey nodded her head in agreement.

"Yeah."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 Carl as the two of them thought of more names. "What about James?" Casey asked, Carl wrote it down.

"Maybe we can keep it with the C's, like us two. Casey and Carl. Maybe..." He thought as the two sat there. They wanted to get a good name for the baby, but they didn't know what.

"Cory." Carl shakes his head no. "Cassidy?" He writes it down as you keep thinking of names. "Carson-"

"No. Why can't we just name it Sophia if it's a girl?" Casey shook her head no. She didn't want to name it Sophia. She wanted to name her little brother or sister anything but that!

"Sophia was Carol's-"

"So what? Just because she got lost because of..." Casey looked at him as he spoke. Him about to say something that would probably, most definitely hurt her. "Never mind. I don't wanna hang out with a little kid anyways." He told her. She crossed her arms, glaring at him.

She didn't understand his outburst. Why did he just say that to her? And what he was about to say... "I don't wanna hang out with you! Stupid jerk!" She told him.

Carl was weird lately. It was almost like all of a sudden he just changed. Like he didn't want to be around anyone. Not his family or anything.

Casey didn't understand it...

Lori figured he was going through some kind of puberty phase, even if it were just one day he was acting like this. Well, he'd been acting like that for a few days, just not as bad as today...

Carl stood up, storming away from her. She looked down, dropping the pencil on the ground.

"This is why Mom and Dad like me better!" She shouted, Carl turned back to look at her giving her a look.

She looked down at her stuffed shark, which was right next to her. She put it in her pocket before standing up.

Nobody was really around. Andrea was keeping watch on top of the RV, Maggie and Glenn were talking to each other, and Hershel was nowhere to be seen. Dale and T-Dog were doing something, Lori was with Beth, and Carl was annoyed at her.

She looked up at the RV and saw Andrea standing there. She had watched the scene between her and Carl unfold. "He didn't mean that, Casey. And I'm sure you didn't mean what you shouted to him." She looked up at Andrea as she stood on the RV with her gun in hand.

"Sure I did. I'm the favorite child and he knows it." Andrea chuckled at her. She knew Casey was like that. Maybe it was the youngest child thing, or maybe it was just how Rick and Lori raised her...

She saw how they could be with her sometimes. They thought they could coddle her sometimes. Granted, she did get shot. But, she saw from Carl's point of view.

From what she saw, Casey was a daddy's girl who got what she wanted. All she had to do was bat her eyelashes and she got what she wanted. Maybe it was because she was the baby, the youngest child. Or maybe it's because she was a brat. Andrea saw it that way.

She had a younger sister too. The only difference being that Andrea was twelve years older than Amy and Carl was four years older than Casey. She knew what it was like having a younger sister who was somehow better than you at everything. What it was like being jealous of your younger sister for getting the attention from your family.

"Come on, sit up here with me and help me keep watch. I need another strong lady." Casey walked toward the ladder and climbed up. Andrea sighed, handing her a gun.

Casey was caught by surprise as she just handed it to her as if it were candy. "Dad says I gotta ask him or mom." Andrea shook her head, adamant about handing it to her.

"Come on, can't get rid of a walker without one of these." Casey skeptically took it into her grasp, checking to see if the safety was on. Thankfully, it was. She put it in her waistband, letting out a small sigh as she looked around camp.

Casey liked Andrea, she really did. But, sometimes she was a little weird...She admired how she always wanted to help, she thought it was cool that she'd rather be out here than in the kitchen. But the thing was that Andrea wasn't good at being on watch, so she shot Daryl. It wasn't a gender thing, it was just Andrea not being good at her supposed job.

"I saw the show you put on at gun training. Shane teach you?" She asked, Casey nodded. "We need more of that. More ladies stepping up to do the hard stuff." Casey looked at her.

"My mom does the hard stuff." Andrea grinned with a small chuckle. "You sit up here with a gun acting like you're a sniper or somethin'." Andrea raised an eyebrow at the eight-year-old, not expecting that.

Casey admired how tough she was. But she kinda acted like she did a lot at camp when in all reality she sat on top of the RV with a gun she shot once, and she shot a person.

"Well, I'm not gonna make dinner and fold laundry-"

"Maybe you should. And there's nothing wrong with folding laundry and making dinner, just so you know." Casey shot at her, and Andrea chuckled at the little girl.

"So you'd rather be in the kitchen while the men do all the work? Wouldn't you rather be in on the action like me?" Casey raised her eyebrows at Andrea. She didn't exactly think she was in on the action. She wanted to be in on the action. And she was failing miserably.

"Last time you were in on the action ya shot Daryl. I don't like Daryl, but I'm not happy ya shot him." With that, she started climbing down the ladder.

Andrea was shocked at the audacity that kid had. She didn't blame her for being that way. She blamed Rick and Lori. They let her speak her mind, and talk with an attitude. They set that example. They did that. In Andrea's eyes, Casey Grimes was a smart-mouthed daddy's girl who got what she wanted.

While she did find her smart mouth annoying, it was brave. Casey was an honest kid. Most girls her age won't say what they really want, and Casey will say it.

She sighed, not bothering to argue with her. So while Casey walked away, she saw Lori running out of the house...with a knife.
"Andrea? Have you seen Maggie or Hershel?" She sounded desperate to know.

"I haven't seen Hershel, but I saw Maggie and Glenn walk by maybe 20 minutes ago."

"Can you find her for me? I've gotta get back to the house. Casey, stay outside." She said, Casey nodded her head.

"Of course." Andrea agreed, now feeling slightly concerned with what was going on. Lori went running back inside, and Andrea climbed down the ladder, looking for Maggie and Glenn.

Maggie went running inside with Andrea, and Casey stayed back. She now stood with Glenn. She sighed, crossing her arms across her chest.

They stood there in silence as the two walked inside of the house. When the door closed, Casey looked up at Glenn. "Did you two make up?" Glenn looked down at her. It was like that kid knew everything sometimes. "You and Maggie." She further stated.

He shrugged. He didn't know. "I think, I hope. I don't know." Casey rolled her eyes at him.

"Ya did or ya didn't, Glenn. You two like each other, I can tell! Okay? I can really, really tell!" She exclaimed. He lets out a small chuckle at her. "You get all nervous around her, a good nervous." She poked his arm, and he rolled his eyes, lightly pushing her.

"A good nervous?"

"Yeah, so how about you grow a pair and just date." She mouthed at him with a voice full of attitude.

Glenn raises his eyebrows at her remark. He ruffled her hair and she lightly pushed his waist.

"Just don't tell my mom I said that..."

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟
𝐭𝐰: 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐃 to kill herself. Casey didn't understand it. Why someone would try to do that? She apparently tried to cut her wrist with shattered pieces of a mirror. Andrea was supposed to be watching her...She's still alive, though. Hershel stitched her up.

Casey didn't know why someone would want to die. She didn't understand why Jacqui wanted to stop living, the same thing with Dr. Jenner. Why would someone would wanna just go? Why they would wanna leave everyone behind?

Now Maggie was mad at her, and so was Lori. Casey also wasn't very happy either because she liked Beth a whole lot and she didn't want her to die.

Right now, she was sitting at one of the tables outside, drawing pictures while Glenn sat next to her. They'd just sat next to one another because everyone else was boring.

Casey wouldn't deny that other than Carl (who was being a total jerk right now) Glenn was her best friend. Even if he was several years older than her, he was like another big brother. She enjoyed being around Glenn.

Glenn felt the same. Obviously, he felt like venting to an eight-year-old kid was definitely something weird. But, she was funny, and she never failed to get a laugh out of somebody.

Now Glenn was updating her on everything. Explaining how he felt. "When I left with your dad she told me she loved me, and I didn't say it back." Casey dropped her colored pencil, looking up at him.

That's what Maggie meant when she said it's what he didn't say...

"You're making it really hard for me to defend you, ya know that?" He sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hand. "It's not like she's just saying it to say it! Nobody does that!" Casey told him, Glenn sighed, putting his hand on his chin.

"I know, I know, and then I blamed her for making me freeze up like that when we were getting shot at." She shook her head at him, grabbing her colored pencil to keep drawing her picture.

"Did you apologize?" He nodded his head. "Do it again." He nodded again, listening to the eight-year-old's relationship advice to him.

He sighed, watching her draw her picture. "How are you feeling?" He questioned, she shrugged.

He was referring to her bullet wound. He was asking if she felt okay, and she did. She wasn't really in any pain anymore.

"I feel good." He nodded placing his elbow on the table and putting his head on his hand. "But Carl's being a total jerk." She told him, watching her brother prance around the farm with her father's hat on. "Stupid wannabe sheriff, I used to wear the hat and the jacket, ya know." She complained.

Glenn raised his eyebrows at her. "You're jealous?" She shook her head, going back to coloring her picture.

"And we were making names for the baby then he told me he didn't wanna hang out with little kids! I'm not a little kid, I'm eight years old." Glenn grinned at her complaining and he shook his head at her. "Some people just can't get it through their heads." She grumbled.

"You're something else." He patted her head. She shook her head, looking at him.

"No, he is."

Casey sighed, dropping her colored pencil onto the table.

Then, the car Rick and Shane used to take Randall away came into view. Casey looked over and got onto her feet. "Come on." She told Glenn, starting to walk over.

He followed behind her as they walked to the car. When Rick got out. She soon realized something was wrong. Shane was pissed off too. At first, she thought they fought again...but it was something else.
"Casey, go back to the house. Now." Rick told her, walking over to the trunk. Shane walked over as well. And before either of them did anything, Rick looked up at her again. "Glenn, get Daryl. Nobody goes near the shed."

Then, he pulled Randall out of the car...

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

a/n:

guys

i had hoco yesterday

waking up thsi morning was rough.