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i was born with silver between my teeth

IZZY IS TIREDD as fuck and felt like she was suffocating, but she pushed that to the back of her mind.

She was sitting in the back seat of the car, squished between Claire and Carl while Rick was driving with the katana wielding woman named Michonne in the passenger seat.

The air could be cut through with knife; it was that thick of tension.

They had been driving hours upon hours, stopping at random little places, hoping to find supplies, but so far, nothing. Nada. Luck was certainly not on their side.

"You okay?" Claire's voice was low and raspy, but Izzy heard her clearly. Izzy nodded, looking ahead, out of the window with narrowed eyes. Claire sighed and looked the older girl up and down, looking at body language. "'No, you're not. I can clearly see you putting pressure on your side." She grabbed the brunette's shirt and lifted it up slightly, revealing a huge purple and black bruise which doesn't seem to be healing at all.

"I'm fine," Izzy grunted, seeing Claire's ever-growing worried expression.

"Jack and I told you to not come out with them," Claire hissed lightly, shaking her head. She is very protective over Izzy due to the older girl treating her like a person and for being there every single time something bad happened. "This was a bad idea."

Izzy rolled her big brown eyes and huffed. She is tired of everyone treating her like a baby. Clair and Jack were so against her coming out today, even Rick was. She understood that, yes, they care and worry for her, but she is a motherfucking Winchester who knows how to take care of herself.

Before another word could be spoken, the car rolled to a stop in front of a police station, triggering many memories from Izzy. The first being when Lilith was out and she blew up a station that held some friends that her and her brother's had gained from fighting for their lives against demons.

They got out of the car and walked into the building, and almost immediately, Izzy felt all the hope she had in her diminish slightly. It was wiped clean, everything that could've helped then against the Governor was gone.

Izzy turned to Rick, seeing the same look on his face that was on her's. "Rick..." she trailed off, laying her hand on his upper arm, making him look up at her with light blue eyes. "Is there any other police stations in town?"

"I was the police here," he spoke softly. "Me and a few other guys. It ain't a big town." He breathed in through his nose. "There's other places to check. May not have as many guns as were in here, but—"

"We need as many guns as were in here," Michonne stated, picking up a single bullet that was left behind. "Ammo, too."

Rick turned and glared at her, "Yeah, we do. But right now, I only got a line on a couple. There's a few places out on the main street ... bars, a liquor store. Owners had a gun or two behind the counter that people didn't know about. I did. I signed the permits. They might still be there." He stepped closer to her, "Do you have a problem with that approach?"

"Rick," Izzy whispered, making him glance at her before backing away from Michonne. "We all just need to calm down because we all need to work together to survive this, whether we may like it or not."

"Yeah..." Rick slowly stepped back. "You're right."

They then looked around the room once more before leaving the building.

They walked down the street, passing an area with burnt piled up corpses. There was also chalk drawn arrows on the sidewalk, pointing them to go further into town.

They made our way around a corner to only see many contraptions with large spikes pointed out in many different ways. There was pallets all aroune, almost looking like it was creating a fence of some sort. There was even cages with small animals in them to lure in walkers. There was also many signs saying that they should turn around and leave.

They took out their rightful weapons and continued to walk forwards, and the more they walked, the more they could see many trip wires made and tons of other traps that looked like they could belong in a Lara Croft movie.

"It looks like someone's already make this theirs," Claire stated, wearily looking around, her braided blonde hair swishing to the side as she looked behind them, making sure nothing was sneaking up on them.

"Doesn't mean they found what we're looking for," Rick stated, turning his head slightly to get a good look at Izzy to make sure that she was fine. "Couple of the places are just up ahead. Let's get in and get the hell out of here."

They ducked under a wire, being careful to not touch it with any part of their bodies.

"There." Rick pointed to a building not that far from them. "Tyrell's. A shotgun and two handguns. License issued to Tyrell Debbs."

Upon hearing a noise, Izzy turned around to see a ugly looking walker try to get to reach them, but got stopped by the wire.

She saw the body go down first before a gun shot rang through, making the other's quickly swivel around to see someone on the roof of one of the buildings.

"Hands!" The man yelled, his voice slightly muffled due to the mask he was wearing. "Now you drop what you got and you go. Your guns, your shoes, and that sword. All of it. Ten seconds."

They simply did not listen to anything he was saying. They put their hands up, yes, but they kept their weapons.

"Run for the car now," Rick ordered the three of them,

"10..."

"Rick," Izzy hissed, glaring at Rick. "I won't leave you." She looked forward. "Besides, we need that rifle."

"...nine, eight..."

"I think I can get up there," Izzy stated, eyeing the building he was on.

"...seven, six..."

"Carl, go," Rick ordered, pushing Carl behind a barrel. As he rose his gun, Izzy ran straight for the building, running in a weird pattern to make sure she wouldn't get hit by a bullet.

Breathing heavily, her side aching, the brunette made it to the stairs and sprinted up them, and bursted through the roof door, almost landing on the ground from how much energy she had to use to simply run up those goddamn stairs.

Her dark eyes widened in fear when she heard gunshots from the ground, meaning that the guy who she had just ran up the stairs for, was down there with her people.

"Son of a bitch!" She shouted and ran back down the stairs as fast as she possibly could while holding her side because it hurt like a motherfucker.

As she reached the other's, she skidded to a stop, her mouth gaping in surprise because she had just saw Carl shoot him.

Rick was breathing heavily and he looked up, his blue eyes finding Izzy's brown ones and he sighed in relief, the heavy feeling in his heart dissipating slightly. "You good?" He asked her as Claire bent down to check on the man.

Izzy sent the man a small smile, huffing. "I could be better, but I'm good, Ricky-boy."

Rick smiled and lightly chuckled, shaking his head at her. She was definitely something.

"He's wearing body armor," Claire spoke up, gaining their attention. "He's alive."

"Do we care?"

Izzy glanced at a split second before watching intently as Claire peeled back the guy's mask, revealing someone she hasn't seen in years.

"Yeah..." Izzy muttered. "We care."

IZZY SAT DOWN on a chair by Morgan's bed, her heart hammering against her chest.

"You don't have to tell us if it's something bad," Rick whispered, placing his hand over her's which happened to he sitting on her knee.

Izzy lifted her head and stared into his inviting blue eyes. Looking into his eye, she declared that blue was her new favorite color. "No, no...it's fine." She took a breath before she looked down at her and Rick's hand. "I knew Morgan's brother, um, actually, his brother and I was together for a little while."

"Oh," Rick simply said, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Izzy gulped. "He was kinda sweet, you know... at first."

"Did he hurt you?" Carl questioned, making Rick's grip that he had on her hand, tighten.

Izzy simply nodded. "Maybe not physically...but mentally. He made me believe I was shit, that I didn't belonged, that I didn't deserve to live, that I was created to suffer. I believed him because everyone I come in contact with, everyone I love or care for, everyone I touch, they die. They always die. I guess that's my curse."

"Hey." Rick gently grabbed her face and made her look at him in the eyes. "Don't listen to anyone who says that shit, okay? They don't know what they're talking about. You're amazing, beautiful, and you belong." The look in her eyes made Rick want to murder anyone who ever treated her wrongly.

Izzy bit her lip as tears gathered in her eyes. "But, what he said was true—everyone dies. They always do. Anyone my brother's and I ever came I came in contact with, they're dead. My mom, dad, surrogate father, I could literally go on forever about the people we've lost, and that's not an exaggeration."

"You haven't lost us," Carl said, gaining her attention, he reached forward and grabbed the hand that his father wasn't holding. "You will never lose us."

Izzy couldn't help but smile, even though she knew his word's weren't true. She will lose them, maybe not now, maybe not in a couple of years, but eventually, they will leave her and she will continue to go on because it seems like the angels want her and her brother's to live forever.

The brunette reached forward and placed her hand on Carl's cheek, giving him a small smile. "And I will fight for your words to be true until my last dying breath."

"You're not alone, Iz," Came Claire's voice after a moment of silence. "And you're not the only one who have lost people." She turned to Izzy, giving the older girl a look. "We have Jody, Alex, Dean, Sam, Castiel, Jack, Mary, and Bobby, and we have this group now."

"You're right, Claire," Izzy told the nineteen year old with a small smile. "And we'll find the other's, I promise. I will get your mother and sister back to you."

Claire nodded before looking out the window. She was biting her lip. She knew what Izzy was thinking—they both knew that people tend to die on them, but they both also know that they will continue to fight for those they love even if there's a big chance they'll die. That's just who they are—Winchester's. Jody, Alex, and her might not have the same last name, but they are still considered Winchester's, and she's so damn glad about that small fact.

"Hey, look," drawled Carl's voice, making them all look to the young teenager year old. He was looking at a map which was drawn all over the wall which was one huge chalk board. "I'm gonna go on a supply run," he suddenly said aloud, making Izzy raise one eyebrow.

She turned her head to look at Rick, their eyes instantly finding each other's. "We can probably grab a crib for your little cutie." She smiled once she saw Rick's lips twitch into a grin. "You want anything special?" She then lowered her voice, a mischievous grin growing on her face. "Maybe a special magazine, like the one my brother likes?" She wiggled her eyebrows.

Rick's eyes widened and he looked like a gaping fish, making Izzy burst into laughter. She lightly pushed him and bent over, slapping her knees. She honestly sounded like a seal, but Rick couldn't help but watch her with soft eyes, finding the laugh adorable.

The brunette looked up at Rick, her laughter slowing down slightly. "Oh, my god, I was just joking." She grinned once she saw his face heat up. "You look so fucking adorable, Rick." She pinched his cheek before standing up.

"Thanks?" Rick said, but it sounded like a question which made Izzy snort in amusement.

"You're welcome." She smiled down at him, her head tilted slightly. She then turned to Carl. "Is it okay if I come with?"

Carl smiled and nodded. "You're always welcome."

Izzy smiled and wrapped the fourteen year old into a hug. "You're so adorable, too." She ruffled his dark locks and laughed when he swatted her hand away from him. She leaned towards him. "I saw you looking at a specific spot on the map. You got your own side mission, don't cha?"

"Michonne, go with them."

Izzy turned around upon hearing the word's escape Rick's mouth. She sent him a confused look and he simply just gave her a nod.

Michonne simply nodded and stood up. "Okay."

Izzy saluted to Rick and Claire, and walked out of the building and down the street with Carl and Michonne by her side.

Izzy wrapped an arm the young boy, being careful with her aching side. "Where are we going?"

"Over there." He pointed to a restaurant that sat on the end of the street. "There is something else I need to get Judith first."

As they approached the building, the windows were covered with so much dirt that they couldn't see in it. So, as a solution to the problem, they wiped the windows with out sleeves, and cleared off most of the dirt before looking in.

There was a couple dead bodies laying around.

When Carl went out to reach for the door knob, Michonne stopped him, shaking her head. She held her finger up and walked away.

She came back minutes later with a cage with a rat in it, tied down to a skateboard. She gestured to Izzy and the brunette nodded before slowly opening the door. She grabbed the bell before it could ring and allowed Michonne to push the skateboard into the building before closing it.

Almost immediately, the walkers that were in the building crawled towards it.

As the walkers had their backs turned towards the group of three, they sneakily walked in, tip-toeing until they were behind a wall.

They then made their way to the bar, hiding behind it. Carl then climbed onto the counter with little help by Izzy, and reached up to grab a picture on the wall.

A walker then popped up and almost bit Carl on the ankle, but Michonne quickly stabbed it in the head with her katana.

Izzy helped Carl off of the counter, and grabbed the picture from him, making sure she had a firm grip on it.

They then ran behind the wall again.

A sqeaking noise was heard before a mouse came running around the corner, almost running into Izzy's boot.

Walkers came around the corner, and Izzy pushed Carl behind her and they started running to the back of the bar.

The kitchen door burst open and out came a walker, snarling and growling. Quickly, Izzy flung a knife at the walker, hitting it square in the head, making it fall to the ground—dead.

They continued to run around the bar and towards the front doors; the walkers still following us.

Izzy pushed Carl - literally - out the front door before bursting through it herself. Michonne came stumbling out a few milliseconds later.

And quickly, they pushed the doors shut.

Pulling off her belt, Izzy wrapped it around the handles and made sure it was tight before stepping away from the door. She turned around and held out the picture to Carl who took it slowly with sad eyes.

Izzy frowned and took a peak at the photo. Her frown deepened when she saw that it was of Rick, Lori and him from a few years back, way before the apocalypse.

She patted the fourteen year old on the shoulder.

THEY MADE THEIR way to Rick and Claire who was holding bags of guns and ammo.

Michonne was helping Carl hold the baby crib that had bags of any supplies they could find.

"Hey," Izzy greeted Rick and Claire with a wide smile.

"I was just about to look for you," Rick said, smiling at her.

"Sorry," Carl apologized, giving his father a look.

"It's all right," Rick assured, looked off to where Morgan was collecting walkers on a gurney. "You're here now."

Izzy's brown eyes then zeroed in on blood seeping from his shoulder. She jumped forward and grabbed his shoulder, her eyes wide.

"Oh, it's nothing," Rick softly spoke, giving her an amused grin.

"Let me," she said, grabbing a couple of bags from him.

He looked up at her and frowned. "I'm fine. You're hurt worse than me," he said, about to grab the bags from her when she held up a hand, a stern expression appearing on her face.

"Don't even try that with me, Rick," Izzy told him, swinging the bags over her shoulder's, making sure to be careful due to all her bruises.

Rick sighed. "I just worry for you. You just took a beating four days ago."

Izzy looked up at him due to him being slightly taller than her. "I know."

"Hey!" Claire shouted, gaining their attention. "Can we please just go already? My hands are killing me."

Izzy chuckled at the nineteen year old. "Come on, let's go home," she told Rick who nodded at her in agreement with a chuckle of his own.

"He's okay?" Michonne asked as they all turned and began walking to where the car was parked.

"No, he's not." Rick shook his head.

"Wait." Carl stopped, turning to where Morgan was. "Hey. Morgan!" Morgan looked at Carl in surprise, stopping what he was doing, "I had to shoot you. You know I had to, right? I'm sorry."

Morgan walked up to Carl, making them all tense up. "Hey, son. Don't ever be sorry," he told him, giving him a nod before walking away.

Once they got to the car, they began to throw everything into the trunk.

"Everything okay with her?" Rick questioned, gesturing to Michonne who had jumped into the back seat.

Carl nodded and smiled. "I think she might be one of us."

"What?" Rick asked in disbelief which made Izzy chuckle.

"Everything went okay, Rick." Izzy patted the older man on his shoulder, grinning up at the slightly older man.

"Hop in," He told her, nodding his head to the car.

Claire and Carl jumped into the backseat and Izzy got into the passenger side.

Rick started the car and they were off back to their home.