you've been running with Carl, Rick and Michonne ever since the prison fell and everyone scattered. It was going fine, you'd found a good house to rest in. Then marauders came by and took it over. Rick barely escaped.

you're a kid. 13, almost 14, so Carl was always your best friend. You were glad to be with this group instead of people from the prison you didn't know all that well.

you'd been on the road for a while, walking the train tracks and forests alike, going to Terminus - the promise of sanctity.

then everything went to shit.

the cold barrel of a revolver pressed against Rick's skull was the first and brief sign that you were screwed. A group of gangly gruff men surrounded your small group. You and Carl were in the car, but Rick and Michonne were kneeled on the road, forced into dropping their weapons.

then, the most unexpected thing - Daryl came out of the bush and halted in his tracks at the sight of Rick and Michonne at gunpoint by his 'new group.'

*Daryl tried to reason with the man, saying they were good people, but the leader believed Daryl was lying. The other men started beating on Daryl, as part of their code.

as if this wasn't shocking enough, a gross big man approached the car window, his lips stretching into a cruel sick grin as he opened the door and wrapped his fingers around your wrist, pulling you out of the vehicle. Any amount of safety was quickly stomped out as you were pulled out onto the road. "Claimed." the man spoke. The word was alarming even without the context necessary, and it was horrifying.

Carl's eyes widened and he reached out for you, trying to pull you back in, to no avail. The man was bigger, stronger.

you flailed and kicked the man, trying to put any amount of distance between you, but his grip was far too intense. You could feel your arm bruising and a moment later you were on the ground, the man's hands on you as he attempted to unbuckle his belt.

Rick was ready to kill. As the leader, you were his responsibility. He couldn't let this happen.