𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐋, Priscilla decided to go to her cell. She had met the 'Rick Grimes' guy earlier that Glenn told her talk to, and he gave her the cell next to his son, Carl.

She didn't know a lot about him, she didn't even know what he looked like but she assumed that he had the same piercing blue eyes as his father and maybe even the same hair colour.

She opened the door to her cell to find her bag against a mattress on the floor.

It's not the best place she's ever slept in, but it's better than a tree.

She was thankful for everyone there, even if she didn't show it; they had taken her in (even if it took knocking her out) and provided her with a place to rest, things to eat and even a place to clean herself.

She dramatically fell down onto the mattress on the floor and shut her eyes, practically falling asleep the second she did.

♡

"Do we wake her?" A masculine - albeit relatively high-pitched - voice asked.

"No Carl, let her sleep." A more feminine voice demanded.

"How come she gets to sleep in but I don't, Maggie?" He whined.

Maggie sighed, "She's new Carl. Go help Rick with the crops please." She said, softly. She sounded friendly.

Priscilla fluttered her eyelashes a few times before waking up. She slowly rose up from her bed and faced the new woman.

"Maggie?" She asked, slurring slightly. "Is that your name?"

Maggie looked sort of surprised that she had heard their conversation.

"Yes. Priscilla, right hon? It's pretty." She complimented.

Pris sleepily smiled. "Thanks. I like Maggie, too. Is it a nickname?"

"Yeah, actually. Margaret is my real name. Everyone calls me Maggie though." She said, her thick southern accent showing. "Come on, you need to put in the work if you're gonna stay here. We'll let you sleep for a little bit more if you'd like."

"Nah, it's fine." She swatted her hand, "How would you like me to help?" 

"Well, you can go to Rick for that. Maybe help him and Carl with the crops."

"Okay Maggie Mag Mags! See ya later." She prolonged the 'r' in later.

Maggie chuckled; this girl sure had a lot of energy that could be put to use.

♡

"Ricky Grimes!" Priscilla chanted, "Grimey Ricks!"

He sighed. "Priscilla. Maggie send you here?"

"Yup. She said I could help with the crops. Only if you gave me permission though."

He thought for a second. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to have you helping around here. You can go help Carl with the pigs." He suggested in his southern drawl.

She made her way to the young boy, waved, got ignored and picked up a bucket of mystery slob. She put some in her hand and approached the first pig.

It looked weirder than the other pigs - a longer nose, a shorter tail, bug-like eyes and big ears. She thought it was cute, but clearly it's brothers and sisters didn't as it was all alone.

"Hm. Kind of looks like Carl." She muttered under her breath, making sure he didn't hear her.

He must have actually had ears like the pig, however, because he heard her and sent a glare her way. If looks could kill, she would have her brains bashed in and be scattered on the ground because he was definitely looking at her. And it kind of looked like he wanted to kill her.

"Are you actually going to help? Because you're really obnoxious." He sassed.

"Wow, big word." She sarcastically remarked. "And I am helping. Who else is gonna feed this little motherfucker?"

With that, he rolled his eyes and went back to doing whatever he was doing.

Priscilla continued to feed the pig she was staring at earlier, completely immersed in her task.

So, the common glances coming from Carl's way went unnoticed.

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