It was horrible to watch, Noah a sweet boy being ripped apart to shreds and there was nothing you or Glenn could do to stop it.

The ride home was silent, you sat in the van glaring at Nicholas. A couple hours later after finally arriving at Alexandria. You step out of the van, face pale.

“Hey sweetheart, made some of those cookies you like.” Carol said sweetly, you simply brushed past her. Walking back to your house, head hanging low.

A couple hours later

You were sat on your porch, smoking a cigarette. A habit you had quit long ago but god you needed one, the guilt was eating away at you. You hadn’t even taken a puff before you were interrupted.

“Glenn told me what happened.”

You looked up recognising that rough, southern drawl. Rick took a couple more steps toward you, his eyes were soft.

“I don’t want to talk about it Rick.”

You replied, standing up. Dropping the cigarette to the floor and putting it out. Just as you turned to go inside, you felt a firm grip on your wrist. Rick spun you around to face him.

“It’s not your fault-“ Rick whispered softly.

“I-“ You said back softly before being cut off.

“It’s not your fault.” Rick said again more firm, his hands came up to rest against either side of her face. “There was nothing you could’ve done stop it, so stop blaming yourself.”