More than I Was

"I thought you were dead."

"So what’ve you been doing since you left?"

"Did you even think about calling?"

"But I went to your funeral!"

"What happened to you?"

"I’ve thought about you every day since."

"So I left, what’s the big deal?"

"I tried to call you."

"Did you ever get that postcard I sent?"

"Have you told anyone?"

"So you disappear off the face of the earth and then you come back and just expect to pick up exactly where we left off?"

"I came back for you."

"Did it ever occur to you that I might’ve moved on?"

"Well maybe I don’t want to see you again."

"I thought I’d never see you again."

"I left you a billion voicemails."

Soon Lori was talking and her softened gaze was locked onto his own. As her words came further out he had to suppress a chuckle when he caught the expression that their boy was giving him. He obviously didn’t want none of those responsibilities. Who did when they would rather have video games and comics?

Picking up his napkin Rick wiped at the corners of his mouth and leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “You’re right, almost a man now, right?” He stated, looking between Carl and Lori before gesturing towards.

     "I think that sounds reasonable; right?" The woman looks over to her husband once more, decision all ready in mind. But she and Rick always agree on topics regarding Carl as a household because they want everything to be clear between everyone in the home, so she asks anyway.

     Staring down at his son he realised just how much he needed him. How he couldn’t lose him. Not now, not after everything.

     The squeeze was reassuring, it caused him to glance away from his son and to her. He kept his hands over his mouth, trying his hardest not to fall apart in front of her. He needed to be strong, he needed to be brave for the both of them. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips. A gentle kiss was placed against her fingertips.

    He would wake up and he would mend. They didn’t need to worry, not now that the medicine Shane had risked his life for was running through his bloodstream. ❝ Hey, he’ll wake up. We have Shane to thank for that. ❞ He knew he could rely on him, knew he would do whatever it took to keep them safe in the end.

     The slightest tinge of a smile graces her lips and her eyes focus on the place that Rick had just kissed on her fingertips. "We do... In the middle of an apocalypse our son manages t' get medical attention."

     And it's a challenge to think positively when such an event happens — no doubt — but if one puts their journey in this out-broken world into perspective and realizes how much they've overcame, then such thoughts can be put to rest. 

‘✉’ for an unsent letter from my character to yours.

Lori,

I wanted to say sorry for what happened yesterday. I guess we were both kind of tired and we said thingswe didn’t mean. I love you, and that won’t change. Youknow that. We can talk about this more later. I’ll be homeat the usual time. I love you, baby.

Rick.

‘♪’ and i’ll put my playlist on shuffle to tell you our song.

Keane - Somewhere Only We Know

"Also, why waste a horse when you can ride a cowboy?"

Taking his keys, hat and jacket he stepped out of the car and set the alarm before making his way to the front door, opening it up and stepping inside. Greeted immediately by the contentment he had been feeling earlier.

Rick heard Lori walk on over to him and he gave her a smile after he’d set down his things, his hand settling on the small of her back as she kissed his cheek. Things were calm now, he wanted things to stay that way. “Hey, baby.” He softly replied, turning his eyes to Carl who came on down to him.

Listening to his son’s comments on his day at school followed him as he made his way to the dining area with Carl in tow. He pulled out the boy’s chair and took his own, nodding at the end of Carl’s words.

     "It was pretty good," she responds to Rick as she grabs three glasses from the cabinets above her, resuming where she was before her husband got home. "Got some cleanin' done, as y' can see, and got ta help Carl with his homework," each dish is placed in front of three of the four chairs at the dining table. "—Forgot what it was like to do long division," she adds with a tinge of humor, taking a seat adjacent to Rick.

     "Carl, why don't you say grace tonight?"

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