Login with:








Your info will not be visible on the site. After logging in for the first time you'll be able to choose your display name.

I'll Keep You Alive If You Show Me The Way

Chapter 29: Water Guns


I jumped awake falling out of my bunk, slumping onto the floor. I pulled myself free from my sheets and duvet that had tangled around me.

"What, what?" I asked, disorientated.

Some one helped me out of the covers.

"Oh, hi Rick," I smiled, sleepily.

I heard him laugh as I rubbed my eyes.

"Sorry for waking you, Leigh," he grabbed my hands and pulled me off the ground.

I flung the covers back onto the bunk.

"It's 'kay. What's up?" I yawned, running a hand through my disheveled hair.

"I wanna teach you how to shoot. With a gun," he explains, handing me my bow.

I had fallen asleep in my clothes, thankfully they had been washed last night. He looped an arm around my waist and led me outside.

"Anyone else coming?" I asked.

"Nah, they all know how to use guns," he replied, picking up a rucksack.

It was early morning, none of the others were awake yet. We strolled side by side down to the gate, pushing it open and closing it behind us.

"Dammit, I meant to put up another perimeter," I said to myself.

"Do it another day," Rick said leading me down the road.

We had to get far away from the prison as possible but still be able to run back in case of an emergency. I kept my eyes peeled, convinced some one was watching us. Rick walked off into the forest that lined the road with me closely following behind. I don't know what is was, but I seemed to be struggling to keep up today. Maybe because it was Rick. He wouldn't turn around and call me names like Daryl would. I knew Daryl was kidding with me but it made me more determined to keep up. I kept my eyes on the forest floor, making sure I didn't fall over. Rick had stopped walking and was now waiting for me. I apologised once I reached him.

"You're tired, it's ok," he smiled,a friendly smile.

He didn't complain or say I was slowing him down. He walked slower this time, at the same pace as me, helping me over fallen trees. I felt useless, stumbling along beside him, catching onto his arm and shirt in an attempt to stay upright. I kept apologising but he continued to shrug it off. This was a foreign feeling to me, I felt dependent on Rick. I mean, if we came across a herd he'd literally have to carry me. To my joy, we came to a river. I released Rick from my grip so he could figure out a path across. I watched him with my arms crossed. I looked away, scanning the area.

"Are you okay? You're lookin' worried," Rick commented, waving me over.

"Feel like some one's watching us," I admitted quietly to him.

His eyes moved from my face to the trees surrounding us.

"We'll be okay," he mumbled, hopping onto a large rock planted in the middle of the rushing river.

He held out his hand for me. I glanced at the rock, realising I wouldn't make it by myself. I gripped his hand firmly and he pulled me across as I stepped over the clear water. I slipped while landing, falling into his chest. He caught me tightly around the waist.

"I don't know what's wrong with me today," I laughed nervously, regaining my balance.

"You're tired," he told me again.

I peered up at him from under my fringe. His eyes found mine. I always loved the color of Rick's eyes. Especially now since they had regained life. They were a stunning electric blue, with a mix of white and pale blue and lined with navy. They were honest, caring and twinkled from the sun dancing in and out of the trees that swayed in the light breeze. They always sucked me in whenever he spoke to me, I would get lost in them. He reached up and moved my fringe to the side. He leaned down and I shut my eyes, feeling his forehead rest against mine.

"I'd be lost without you, Leigh," he whispered.

I laughed nervously again.

"How so?"

"I can't imagine all this without you. You've done so much for me and my family."

"It's no big deal," I said, opening my eyes slowly.

He did too, but we didn't move. What the hell was I doing? I needed to pull away, but I couldn't. I didn't want to move away from him, he was warm and open. He pressed his lips to mine, sending sparks through my body. I slowly moved my hands up his torso, over his shoulders and around his neck, knotting my fingers in his hair. I suddenly pulled back, yanking my arms back to my side. I didn't know why I pulled away like I had been electrocuted, it was almost against my will. A look of hurt passed over his features. He removed his around my waist, leaving me feeling bare.

"We should... uh..."


He scratched the back of his neck before hopping onto the other side of the bank. He turned to help me across but I was already beside him. We walked in silence, an awkward silence. I couldn't believe that had just happened. I thought I liked Daryl... I do like Daryl. I felt like a bitch, what if Daryl liked me back too? He trusted me and everyone knows Daryl finds it hard to trust people. No one in our group seemed to know that we've been getting closer, Rick wouldn't do that Daryl. They were what I would call best friends anyway. Daryl was Rick's right-hand man. Only Nathan knew that we had a thing, if it even is a thing. Nathan seemed to know everything though. Whatever it was it was complicating my life. Maybe I'm over reacting. It's just a kiss. Nothing about it.

Rick came to a stop in a clearing. He started setting up cans along a fallen tree. He handed me a rifle. He rubbed his jaw, eyeing the cans and stood behind me.

"You're holding it wrong," he said, with a slight chuckle.

He moved the end of gun so the end rested on my shoulder and moved my hands so I held it properly. I squeezed the trigger, luckily Rick's hand flew to my back before I could stumble backwards from the blow.

"Hold onto it tightly, not too tightly though," he advised.

I got used to the feel of the gun and shot down the cans one by one.

"Try it on that walker coming towards us."

I looked up from the can, I hadn't even noticed the damn walker trundling towards us. I nodded and aimed, sending a bullet through it's already smashed skull. It's head flung back, the top of it flew off, spinning through the air. It took a few drunken steps back before hitting the ground with a crisp thud.

"Not bad, I think you got it!" Rick grinned. I smiled.

"Thanks, Rick."

"We should get back before more show up."

"Y'wanna learn how to use a bow?"

He looked down sideways at me. He smiled and nodded. I unhooked my bow from my back and handed it to him.

"We need to get more of these," he commented.

"Yep, they're handy."

I handed him an arrow.

"Ok what you do is-hold the grip there. Yup. Anchor it, you gotta remember to anchor it the exact same way each time," I explained.

He let go a little too early. I stood behind him, put my hands on his and steadied the arrow the way I would. Of course I had to strain my arms since he was taller than me. I moved my hands away slowly and he shot down a can.

"Great! Now just copy that."

He repeated what I had shown him two more times before we decided it was enough. He handed me my bow back and I clipped it onto my back. I frowned a little hearing an unfamiliar pitter patter above us. I moved my head back to look up as something wet splatted on my face.

"Holy shit!" I grinned.

Rick pulled me quickly pulled me under a large tree. We stared out from under the branches at the water pouring down from the sky. It hadn't rained in ages is Georgia. We were used to sudden showers all of the time.

"This'll wash off the land," I said aloud, thinking of the crops we were trying to grow on the prison grounds.

"It doesn't seem to be lettin' up. I really think we should get back."

I agreed and we started to travel back to the prison through the downpour. It was so heavy it nearly knocked me to the ground. It was difficult to see ahead of us. The usual mucky forest floor had now turned to sludge, spilling into our boots, slowing us down as we dragged them across the river. We sloshed our way out onto the road and hurried up towards the prison. I glanced back, the paranoia had never left me. But now we had muddy footprints following behind us on the tarmac with every step we took. The rain was so loud it had drowned out the gurgles coming from the walkers. No one stood at the gate so we opened it ourselves and ran up the hill. Streams of water coursed down the path. I gave up holding my jacket over my head along time ago, I was already soaked through.

We finally pulled the prison door open and fell inside. Everyone's head twisted around to face us. Glenn, Maggie, Carl and Michonne looked up from their card game. Daryl sat in the corner making arrows, Charlotte stared intently at him, Carol was washing clothes and Beth was feeding Judith. Hershel and Nathan were missing. I guessed Nathan was still holed up in his office and had convinced Hershel to join him. I pushed my sopping black hair out of my face and rung the bottom, causing water to spill onto the grey concrete floor. Everyone went back to whatever they were doing. I looked around and realised how small our original group was. I knew Tyreese, Sasha and Karen were with the survivors. You'd forget there was a large group of mouths to feed next door. Sam trotted over wagging his tail happily. I reached down and patted him, unsure of what else I should do. Rick didn't seem to know what to do either.

"Where's Hershel?" he asked the group.

"In the back with Nathan," Carol replied, dunking a shirt into the soapy water held in a basin.

"What's Nathan doing the whole time, Leigh?" Rick asked.

"He thinks he can find a cure," I replied rolling my eyes, sitting on the floor beside Sam.

I always felt guilty when it came to Sam, ever since we joined the group I hadn't enough time for him. I owed Sam my life.

I noticed how everyone's eyes fell on me again.

"Oh, so he wasn't boasting about it to you guys?" I laughed slightly, leaning back against the wall.

Charlotte came over and sat on my lap.

"Lee-lee, I miss my daddy," she mumbled. I cuddled her close to me.

"I miss mine too."

I moved her dark red hair out of her face. She handed me a bobbin. I began plaiting her hair.

"So, what? He's gonna start experimenting on people?" Rick asked.

Charlotte's little freckled hands flew to her ears.

"No, no," she began sobbing. I shot a glare at Rick before trying to soothe Charlotte.

"Hey, hey. I told you nothing's gonna hurt you,"I whispered.

She nodded and moved her hands from her ears.

"I dunno what he's doin',Rick," I sighed. "Leave him be."


just a short filler for all you Harick shippers. I know there are a few ;) No one is allowed get mad at me though! hehehe Make sure to comment and stuff, loooove you guys. thanks for the feedback so far x :)


I'm super sad because I've realized this may never get updated. It's legitimately the best story on this site

wolvesyroses wolvesyroses

Oh I really love this story. I hope it gets updated >< please update!

Gilyflower Gilyflower

This is the most amazing story ever on this site ever please update. Harleigh is amazing and you are a great writer.

reddeadwalker reddeadwalker

Amazing writing, as always.

SierraaDixon SierraaDixon

Holy crap please update!!! This is one of the best I've read in a long time!!!

elissa_mirinda elissa_mirinda