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    Instantly, Clementine drew her gun. The only reason she was up there was to scan the area to make sure it was safe, but she realized that to someone else it must look like she was ready to jump. Even if the stranger seemed to care about her well being, you could never be too safe. So she raised the pistol and looked around.

“Carl?”

The brunette raised her head from her knees upon hearing a clattering in the kitchen, she scraped her ruffled curls from her face and waited for her eyes to adjust. Rick was still unconscious on the sofa which was forced against the door, and Carl had disappeared to shoo some walkers that were lurking on the other side.

“C-Carl is that you?”

I am weak, but believe me when I softly speak, if there is strength inside of me, it’s you who put it there.

Rick had changed, had to adapt, his son had been right on that aspect, when he had been playing farmer the Governor had been gathering an army, and Rick had just wanted so badly for his son to have a normal life he hadn't thought of at what cost. Then the woods, and Rick's priority had changed he had made peace with it. Yes, the dead were dangerous but the living were worse, and it had taken seeing his son pinned onto the ground for something to snap inside of Rick, bubble to the surface. A part of him that said ENOUGH, no more, never again will I lose my family. And he had killed with his teeth bared for his son, the monster within, barring it's teeth, snapping it's jaws and destroying all in his path.

He had gotten colder, he knew that, he didn't answer the cries of the helpless anymore, it was too much risk. Before the prison, Rick would have done anything to help others, it was his nature, the need to serve and protect, but it wasn't like that anymore. Nothing was like that. And here he was, his son telling him it was okay that he had to answer the calls of the helpless because if the risk wasn't worth it, and even if it was dangerous they could handle it together. And his son was right, he knew that, but he refused to let any cost be his son.

    "It doesn't seem safe here, Carl."

She's not usually so adamant on whether something starts out safe or not. It's easily amended in most instances, but that doesn't mean Leigh wants to risk it anymore. Enough had happened and she would hate to fail in protecting the Grimes boy because she went ahead and didn't listen to her gut.

          "Woah, back up man. I don't want to have to use this...!"

     Slender fingers pull back his curtain whilst Judith rests on his hip.        He’s playing farmer now, and he’d occasionally ask various  people       around the prison for help. The  former  cop  ignores  the  fact  that        he’s asleep, and gently kicks his leg with his dirty boot.  

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