𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍
are you a bad person? depends on who you ask

CLARKE sat against a tree, her head on Daryl's shoulder. It was dark. Though, he didn't seem to really mind, he was kinda tense. She shrugged it off seeing as he's probably still tense because of what occured hours ago.

"Hi," a girl with short brown hair stood in front of them and Clarke narrowed her eyes. She looks painfully familiar but she couldn't pinpoint where she know her from. "I-I'm Tara." She sent Clarke a small smile.

Clarke gave her a small smile, as well, trying to be nice. "Clarke Winchester," she told her gruffly, her blue eyes casting over the fire to where her brothers and Castiel sat. "Those are my brothers over there. Dean, Sam, and Cas." She pointed to them and Tara nodded. She hesitated before walking away, a guilty look shining in her brown eyes.

Clarke frowned in confusion, but the frown was easily thrown off of my face when Sophia sat down beside her. an annoyed look on her face. She turned to the young girl with an amused look. "What's wrong, Soph?"

"My mom keeps fussing over me and she keeps crying. It's annoying." She sighed. "I understand that she worried for me and that she thought I was dead, but I don't like being treated like a freakin' baby. I am fourteen years old, I can take care of myself." She let out an exaggerated breath before laying down, placing her head on Clarke's lap. "Can you play with my hair like you did every night before we found the group?"

Clarke chuckled and shook her head in amusement before doing exactly what Sophia wanted. She turned to Daryl who was looking over at her and Sophia with an unidentified look in his eyes. She rose an eyebrow and smirked when he looked away from them, a rosy color to his cheeks.

Clarke leaned her head back onto his shoulder and yawned. As she closed her eyes, it only felt like seconds before she woke up again.

RAISING her gun, Clarke aimed at a bush upon hearing rustling, the others following her in suit. She sighed as Daryl popped up with some squirrels over his back.

"We surrender," he mused, holding up the squirrels.

Clarke snorted and shook her head before putting the gun away. "Anything?"

He shook his head. "No tracks. No nothing."

She clicked her tongue. "So whatever you heard last night..."

Daryl pursed his lips. "It's more what I felt." He looked from me to Rick. "If someone was watching us, there would have been something."

"Keep close," Rick ordered and everyone stuck close to eachother as they continued to venture through the woods.

"Is there a wa—" Mary was cut off.

"Help!" A distant voice shouted, well, more like yelped like a child.

Before anything could be said or done, Carl ran off after the voice, leaving the rest of them behind.

Quickly, Rick and Clarke was the first to follow after him, the others right behind them.

As they skidded to a stop, they saw a man, a colored man, on top of a large boulder, surrounded by four walkers.

Clarke stepped back for a second and scoffed before she brought out one of her daggers, and approached one of the walkers from behind, stabbing it in the head. She then quickly discarded the other three before wiping her dagger on her already dirty and bloody pants. She stuffed the dagger back into its rightful place before crossing her arms, looking up at the man.

"You can come down now, princess," she stated before Rick literally ripped the man off of the boulder. She rose an eyebrow as the man held up a finger and puked near her. She let out a disgusted sound before stepping back. "Now, that is just disgusting."

"I'm Gabriel," the man replied after he straightened himself. Now that he was closer and not moving around frantically, she could see that he was a father — a preacher.

Though he was dressed as something that was suppose to be pure, Clarke still couldn't help but not to like or trust him. "Do you have any weapons on you?" she asked harshly.

"Do I look like I would have any weapons?" He questioned back, looking at her in amusement.

"This isn't a time to be joking, buddy-boy," Dean hissed, his gun secure in his hands, aimed at Gabriel.

Gabriel stared at Dean for a few seconds before gulping. "I have no weapons of any kind. The word of God is the only protection I need."

"Sure didn't look like it," Rick replied harshly.

"It looked like you were about to wet yourself," Jo stated, smirking in amusement. Ellen nudged her daughter in the shoulder who rolled her brown eyes in response.

"I called for help. Help came," Gabriel stated which made Clarke roll her eyes.  "Do you have — have any food? Whatever I — I had left, it just hit the ground."

Clarke stepped in front of Carl who was about to offer him food. "No," she spat, shaking her head.

He nodded, looking at them in fear. "Do you have a camp?"

"No. Do you?"

"I have a church."

"Hold your hands above your head," Rick ordered and Gabriel did as told. Rick searched him for any weapons before asking him the questions. "How many walkers have you killed?"

"Not any, actually."

"How many people have you killed?"

"None," He stated but Clarke saw something deep in his eyes.

"Why?" Clarke asked harshly. She does not trust him, not one bit. Any Gabriel's she has ever met turned out to be dickwads.

He blinked a couple of times before answering, "Because the Lord abhors violence."

Clarke narrowed my eyes. "What have you done?" He shook his head. "We've all done something."

He looked her in the eyes. "I'm a sinner. I sin almost every day. But those sins, I confess them to God, not strangers."

"You said you had a church?" Sam questioned, stepping forward, placing his hand on his twin sister's shoulder.

AFTER making sure that the church was safe and secure, they all took seats around the place, getting comfortable. Clarke sat with her back against the stadium, her head pounding.

She placed her hands against her temples, closing her eyes. The headache might because she's hungry or because she needed more sleep, but it doesn't matter because it seems like she won't be getting much of either anytime soon.

She opened her eyes and looked around the room, at everyone, finally able to see who was here and who wasn't. She frowned as she didn't see the usual happy blonde that sung. Instead of asking, she didn't want to hear the tragic way that she was taken down or the fact that she hasn't been found yet, mostly because she didn't want to hear that she has lost, yet another person.

"Clarke?" She looked up as Carl sat down beside her, Judith in his arms. "Are you okay?"

Clarke nodded, biting her lip. "Just have a headache, that's all," she stated before smiling down at Judith as she reached out to her. She chuckled and took her from her brother, her little hands going straight to Clarke's face.

AS Rick, Sasha, Bob, Dean, Ellen, Michonne and Gabriel left to go to a place that might have food, Clarke stayed back. It wasn't because shs didn't want to go, it was because Rick wanted her to stay back just in case Gabriel had friends and because he could see that she was exhausted. More than exhausted, actually.

Clarke sighed as Daryl and Carol left to go gather some water, and Tara, Glenn, and Maggie went to look for anything else that the might need.

So, it just left her, Sam, Jo, Jess, Mary, Cas, Tyreese, Abraham, Rosita, Carl, Judith, and Sophia in the church.

"Clarke..." Sophia trailed off from where she was playing with Carl on the floor. "Do you think we will ever find a place like the town we stayed in?" She questioned which made her tense.

Everyone turned to look at them in shock. "You guys were staying in a town?"

Clarke nodded, sighing. "Yeah. We were there for maybe a week before it was overran by walkers and turned to ash."

"Well, do you?" Sophia asked, again.

Clarke sighed and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear which allowed her scar from her fall to be seen. "Maybe."

"What the hell happened?!" Sam boomed as he grabbed his sister's face.

Clarke slapped his hand away. "Just some guys that attacked me. I got my payback, though." She recalled all those dead bodies as she stayed  in the cabin. She had burned down the cabin before she left to make sure that they wouldn't return as vengeful spirits and because they were beginning to stink really badly.

CLARKE laughed gleefully as she filled her plate up with food, her stomach growling at the sight. She was so happy that they have food because she was starving.

"I'd like to propose a toast." They all looked to Abraham. "I look around this room... and I see survivors. Each and every one of you has earned that title. To the survivors."

Everyone cheered as Clarke took a seat on the floor to eat her food.

"Is that all you want to be?" Abraham questioned. "Wake up in the morning, fight the undead pricks, forage for food, go to sleep at night with two eyes open, rinse and repeat? 'Cause you can do that. I mean, you got the strength. You got the skill. Thing is, for you people, for what you can do, that's just surrender. Now, we get Eugene to Washington and he will make the dead die and the living will have this world again. And that is not a bad takeaway for a little road trip."

It was silent for a few seconds before Abraham turned to Eugene. "Eugene, what's in DC?"

Eugene looked up at everyone. "Infrastructure constructed to withstand pandemics even of this fubar magnitude. That means food, fuel, refuge. Restart."

Abraham nodded and smiled.  "However this plays out, however long it takes for the reset button to kick in, you can be safe there. Safer than you've been since this whole thing started."

Clarke and her brother's brothers looked to eachother, scoffing. They were never safe in the world before this one, but, atleast, it was a little better.

"Come with us," Abraham demanded softly. "Save the world for that little one. Save it for yourselves. Save it for the people out there... who don't got nothing left to do except survive."

Judith cooed and Rick faced her with a smile. "What was that?" He looked up at everyone. "I think she knows what I'm about to say. She's in. If she's in, I'm in. We're in."

Clarke sighed as she sat back. Even though she didn't want the world to be like this anymore, she couldn't help but not believe Eugene. There was something off.

But, for now, she's gotta have hope.