@vxmpirexbxrbie ~ bc like you said we needed Abigail in the apocalypse
She hasn’t been talking to him for quite sometime. He’s been unsure how to deal with her ever since she’d come to Alexandria. A shadow that comes from another world entirely. They had taken her from the darkness of the world that she had been in, that made sense didn’t it? He had thought she would be grateful of sorts, glad to be living a life outside of the way that she’d been living. Perhaps he had been assuming that she would be but there had been nothing but silence and partial contempt since she had come to stay with them.
It’s what he’s been thinking about the whole drive back, Daryl driving the truck as they parked through the gates. He nods to Daryl, indicating that he’d see him later before he got out, giving out instructions about the supply that they’d on this previous three day run. Eventually he walked off towards his home, wanting to make sure that Carl and Judith and Abigail were alright.
He had asked Abigail to look after his daughter while he was gone, just to give her something to do. Maybe the idea of protecting someone, seeing how within these walls they all fought and took care of each other, would soften her towards the idea of living here.
Turning the key in the lock he steps inside and slips off his jacket. He’s in need of a shower, a good meal, cold drink. “Carl? Abigail? “ he calls out, hanging his keys onto the hook nearby that Michonne had expressly hung up, teasingly telling him that he would never lose his keys again as he often did. It stuck and he liked the way it helped make the atmosphere more like home. That’s what they needed, wasn’t it? A place that would make them feel like home?
Heading straight for the kitchen he opens the fridge and pulls out a soda, twisting off the cap as he leans back against the counter. He was tired, he needed to sleep but he wanted to make sure the kids were alright before he did.
