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fuck you for leaving me when i fucking needed you

HER dream ended abruptly, as she was shaken back into reality. Her eyes opened, her eyelashes faintly batting against her lids when she blinked. The first thing her eyes laid on was the bottom of the top bunk of the bed in her cell. Her eyes then glanced down at her stomach — seeing as she felt weight on it — to only see strawberry blonde locks.

Clarke went to move her hand to lay it on her head, but muscles felt weak, just like her energy. She let out an exasperated sigh, groaning as she literally had to force her own hand to lay on the small of the girls back.

She let out a little noise from the back of her throat before cuddling more into Clarke's stomach, making pain shoot up from bet torso all the way to her chest. She winced and unconsciously, her hands balled into fists, clutching the girls shirt tightly, waking her up.

"Clarke!" She yelled in surprise, jumping up to only hit her head on the bottom of the top bunk. Clarke went to chuckle but it came out pained. She groaned and coughed, her back arching painfully.

"Hey, hey, hey." Maggie came running in, pushing her shoulders down. She let out a painful whine, her shoulder burning under her touch. She closed het eyes tightly, trying to push back the pain, but there was too much pain for that to happen. "Hey. Daddy!" Her ears were ringing because of the loud noises that threatened to burst her eardrums. "She opened up her stitches, and she looks like she is in major pain."

"Of course I'm in pain, you fuck—" Clarke let out a scream as het shirt was lifted, and her stomach was poked.

"Get me antibiotics, wire, a towel, and a needle," she heard Hershel's voice fade in and out.

"And hurry up!" Clarke shouted, wheezing. She mean, of course she had been injured in hunts, but never to this extent. And plus, for the past few years, they've had Cas to heal their wounds. Of course, the wounds never fully healed; they turned into scars, but they healed. But since Cas seems to not have most of his grace, he won't be able to heal her.

"Let me through, please." Speak of the angel and he shall appear.

A hand grabbed her's and she felt the pain go away just as a needle pierced the skin of her torso. She let out a relieved sigh. It seems that Cas can lessen the pain which she was very thankful for. She weakly opened het tired eyes and looked up into his baby blue ones, and smiled meekly. "Thanks," she whispered.

"Anything for you, Clarke." He rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand, and ran his other hand through her sweaty and bloody, blonde hair. "Now, get some rest, and heal up, you're gonna need it."

"Okay." She didn't even fight as her eyes closed and slipped into an oblivion, the last thing she saw was Sophia crying, Beth holding her.

WHEN Clarke woke up again, she was alone, and covered by a blanket. It was a little kids' blanket so she guessed that she had to thank Sophia. A small smile came to her face and she sat up, lightly groaning as she felt the stitches move around on her torso.

Clarke held onto the beds' metal bars and forced herself to stand up, her legs wiggling due to overdoing herself. She scoffed at her own legs before taking a hesitant step forwards, almost plummeting to the ground but she caught herself just in time.

"Okay, you can do this, Clarke," she croaked out, "It's just like when I first awoke on the farm... worse, but it's still the same..." She sighed as she caught herself talking to herself. "Shut up, Clarke before someone thinks you're insane." She then paused, chuckling at her own words. "Oh, what the hell, everyone does, anyway."

She gripped the wall, the palm of her hand smacking against the wall harshly, a loud 'smack' being heard. She cringed due to the fact that the noise echoed.

She tilted her head upon hearing talking coming from the main area, the place where they usually meet up to talk. And that is when she came to the realization that she was in one of the downstairs cell's instead of her own which is upstairs. She rolled her eyes before making her way out of the cell, her feet scruffing against the floor, alerting the others of her presence.

"Clarke!" Her blue eyes landed on Carl's form which was kneeling on the ground by what looked like a drawing of the prison in chalk. "You need to go lay down."

Mary was quick to stand up to help Clarke, but her daughter just glared at her, and she backed away.

Clarke rose an eyebrow before her heavy blue eyes landed on a slightly muscular colored female, a katana by her side. "Who is the chick?" She croaked out, her throat dry, mostly from talking to herself. "Also, what are you doing? Planning something without me?"

"A group came in from somewhere on the other side of the prison. Walkers too. That means there is a gap somewhere in the foundation," Glenn informed her, looking almost just as beaten up as her. "Also, that's Michonne, she's the one that led them to us."

Clarke nodded, taking in what he said, her eyes sweeping over everyone's faces, not seeing Daryl anywhere. But, the thought of Daryl was quickly swept out of her mind as she saw Carol and Jess meekly standing to the side. "Oh, my god," she gushed before wobbling over to Jess, pulling her into an embrace. "What the fuck happened?" She asked, taking a step back, her hand flying to het stomach where her stitches were. Oddly enough, there wasn't as much pain as she thought their would be, but she wasn't gonna complain about that.

Jess smiled at her friend, shaking her head. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight pony tail which showed off a cut that ran from her temples to her left eyebrow. After the invasion of walkers, her and Carol was trapped inside a small room until Daryl had found them.

"Are you okay?" Beth came up to Clarke, the baby in her arms. Clarke smiled and held out her hands, wanting to hold the cute little thing. "If you wanna hold her, sit down first. I don't want you to fall, and I don't want the baby to get hurt."

Clarke nodded and slowly but surely sat down at one of the tables. Beth smiled before handing Lil' ass-kicker to her.

Almost automatically, the baby reached out and grabbed her pointer finger with her little baby ones. Clarke cooed, her eyes tearing up. Why had she been raised in a life where having a baby is a dangerous thing? And then get sucked into another one? Is this God's way of telling her that she can't have a family? Is this some symbol saying she should just give up?

Clarke then looked up, a thought occurring to her again. "Where is Daryl?" Everyone looked to each other before looking at her in sympathy. "What happened?"

CLARKE sat on her bed, in her cell, her thin shirt covered back was pressed up against the cold wall. Her mind was ruminating over the thought of Daryl just leaving. I mean, she knew that it was his brother Merle who he had left with, but she didn't want to accept the thought of him leaving her. Like, she thought they were finally — actually — getting to know each other properly.

Clarke sighed and chewed her bottom lip, closing her eyes, groaning. Why did she even care? I mean, she knows he was like family to her, but she shouldn't be this worried or angry. It's just that he left her when she was broken down, weakened, and didn't even wait to at least say goodbye. And another thing that made her angry was that she was sitting in her cell, thinking about Daryl as the others are getting ready for war.

They all knew.

They all knew that the Governor would be on his way to kill all of them right now. But for some reason, here she sat, mewling over the thought of losing Daryl to a Jackass like Merle.

Groaning, she propped herself on the edge of her bed before grabbing a set of clothing. She grabbed a pair of leggings, and a simple black shirt.

She struggled taking off the bloody clothes she was wearing before slipping on the clothes she had picked out.

She stood up, pushing the little pain she had to the back of her head. She grasped all her blonde hair into her fist and threw it into a tight pony tail. She then grabbed her combat boots, and tightly tied them, and double knotted them to make sure they wouldn't come undone. She nodded at herself before determinanly limping out of her cell.

"The Governor is supposedly on the way and we're stuck in here with walkers."

Was the first thing she heard as she rounded around the corner. Her eyes immediately landed on Glenn who was covered in blood and guts, wearing a police vest. She guessed he had gone out into the tunnels to see how bad the walker situation was, and telling by how they all looked, it was terrible.

"Trapped between a rock and a hard place," Carol commented softly, her arms crossed.

"For the last time, running is not an option!" Glenn shouted, pure anger swimming through his brown eyes.

Clarke decided it was her time to speak up, "Glenn." Everyone turned to her in shock. "If the tombs have filled up again, it may just be a matter of time before they push in here. Or until some fence gives way. What if one of them herds is passing through? Or settled? Can't handle that with just the few of us."

She leaned up against the wall as Cas came to her side and took her hand in his, taking away some more pain. If she was going to help her family survive this war, then she's gonna have to be ready and not in pain.

"Okay." Glenn looked troubled. "All right, we need — we just need to scout the far side of the prison. Find out what's going on."

Hershel stared Glenn down, "You're going out there?"

Glenn nodded. "Take a car and make it quick."

Axel stepped forward and that is when Clarke remembered that Oscar was dead. Her shoulders slump a little before she pushed it all to the back of her head, and stood tall. "I'll drive."

Glenn shook his head in denial. "No, you stay here. Help with the fortifications. I'll take Maggie."

"You sure she's up to that?" Clarke asked, knowing that something was going on between them ever since they got back from the prison. Glenn swallowed thickly before walking away, not even answering her. She sighed and faced the others. "So...?"

"Get to the cell," Hershel ordered her. "I need to check your wounds." She nodded and slowly made her way to the cell, and sat down on the bed just as he hobbled in. She lifted up her shirt as he took a seat. He hummed and lightly tapped the stitched wound which made her lightly hiss in protest. "It seems that you have healed faster than I thought you would've. Actually, you shouldn't be as healed as you are right now."

Clarke furrowed her eyebrows before she remembered that night when she got hurt by an alpha. Cas had saved her. He had to use some of his grace to make sure she wouldn't turn into a supernatural. She bit my lip as she came to the realization that ever since that had happened, she had been healing faster than she should, but it's kinda been wearing off lately. Maybe, also, Cas helping with the pain is also helping with the healing process. Either way, she's just glad because that means she was gonna be ready for the time the Governor and his posse shows up.

"Well, let's not dwell on it?" Hershel lowered her shirt and patted her knee. "It's a good thing that you heal quickly."

"Yeah... it is." Clarke agreed, smiling lightly.

CLARKE walked outside with Sophia, Carl, and Beth. They had wanted to get her outside 'cause they thought the fresh air would make her feel better.

She smiled at the two girls and pulled them into her sides, being careful of her stitches. Carl was in front of them, looking like a small body guard.

"You feeling any better, Clarke?" She looked over at Beth who looked up at her in worry.

"As long as you guys are by my sides, then I am fine." Clarke ruffled their hair, chuckling at Carl who pushed down on his hat, covering his hair. "Awe, Carl," she whined, "I wasn't gon—"

A shot went off.

All four of them ducked and turned around to see Axel fall onto Carol who fell to the ground, him on top of her. Clarke's eyes widened as she saw a shot wound on his head, blood gushing out.

"Go!" Clarke ushered the kids behind the bleachers, all four of them hunkering down so they wouldn't get shot.

More shots went off and they looked over to where Rick was running across the bridge that was over the pond. Shots were being shot behind him until he jumped to the ground, being hidden by the grass.

Clarke's eyes then snapped to Hershel who was in the field, laying in the grass, also using the green substance as a shield.

Carl got up from his spot and ran behind the wall. Clarke jumped up slightly, her eyes landing on the tower, barely seeing a person standing in it.

Maggie came running out, handing them all guns, and Clarke positioned the gun over her shoulder before getting on one of her knees, aiming for the guy in the tower. She let out a breath before shooting, the guy falling off the railing, and onto the ground.

Just then, a van came storming towards the gates, and crashed through, stopping in the middle of the field. The back door opened and out came walkers. A man, clad in gear, jumped out of the drivers seat, and ran towards the gates, shooting at Michonne who was by the fallen prison bus.

Clarke swiveled her body around to where she was aiming at him. Seeing a small bit of skin on his neck, she pulled the trigger, and watched in satisfaction as he fell to the ground, dead.

More shots went off.

He governor and his men then left, leaving them with this huge mess. As Glenn and Maggie got in the truck, and drove out to get Hershel, Michonne ran through the field, cutting off the walkers heads. Clarke aimed from where she stood and shot at the walkers that were closest to Hershel.

And once Glenn, Maggie, and Michonne got Hershel, she stopped firing, now looking at all the walkers that were making their way to the field.

Clarke angrily threw down the gun in her hand and glared out into the field.

Her knuckles were white knuckles from clenching her fists too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, her hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid — burning, slicing, potent. Her face was red with suppressed rage.

The Governor wanted a war.

A war is what he is going to get.