Ron & Mikey are the teenagers with Enid that Carl first meets in the bedroom at Alexandria.

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Carl let the string of squirrels drop off his shoulders, catching it in his hand.

"Too heavy for you?", asked Daryl.

'Heck no, I'm just counting them."

"Again?", Daryl shook his head as he shifted the weight of his bow onto his right shoulder, "It's the same count, isn't it?"

"Yep", answered Carl, "Eight. Your three and my five", as he broke out into a wide smile.

Daryl scoffed, "Beginner's luck."

Carl just kept smiling, still keeping a watchful eye for any straggler walkers. This hadn't been the first time that Carl went hunting with Daryl. There were enough provisions in Alexandria and hunting for game wasn't needed but it was a chance to get out. Carl was still surprised that his father was letting him go out of the gates without him. He had learned a lot from Daryl about tracking and hunting and over the last few hunts, Daryl had been training Carl to use a bow. He had picked up the skill quickly and that day had killed more squirrels than Daryl.

Carl suddenly heard Daryl whistle, he looked up and was surprised to see that they had already arrived at the gates of Alexandria. He had been admiring the squirrels and was lost in thought and wasn't paying attention to their course.

Daryl whistled once more, cursing under his breath. "Those damn guards. They're always jerking off instead of watching." Finally, a figure emerged, waving and pulling the chain to open the gate. The gate squeaked as it slowly opened. Carl liked the sound of it. In some strange way, it made him feel safe. Once they were through, the gates locked behind them and clanked shut.

"Let go of me!" Carl instantly recognized the voice as Enid's. He looked ahead and saw her struggling with someone. He dropped the string of squirrels and ran to her, forcing himself in between her and pushing her attacker so hard that he fell backwards to the ground.

"Take your fucking hands off her!" yelled Carl as he pushed Enid back behind him. He took a protective stance and clenched his fists. Carl saw that it was Ron but he didn't care, barking down to him "What's wrong with you?"

Daryl lingered in the background, lighting a cigarette, showing no signs of worry. He knew Carl could handle the situation.

Ron scrambled to his feet, "Stay out of it, Grimes, she's mine!"

Carl's gaze steadied on him, "She doesn't want to go with you, so take off."

"Ron! Just let it go", yelled Mikey.

"Shut up, Mikey", Ron angrily charged towards Carl, who stood his ground, not even flinching.

They stood, their faces just inches apart, "I said, she's mine. I don't like all the time you've been spending with her. You don't know her. You don't know what she and I..."

Carl cut him off before he could finish, "I know. She's told me. She's told me everything."Ron glared at Enid, becoming enraged, he raised his fist towards Carl's face but Carl blocked it and pushed him backwards.

"I don't want to fight you, Ron!", Carl held his hands upwards but Ron charged towards Carl, pushing him back to the ground, landing on top of him.

Ron began to hit Carl repeatedly while yelling "She's worthless, she's worthless!".

Carl wrapped his legs around Ron and spun around, getting the better position, he threw a double punch which knocked the wind out of Ron and allowed Carl to stand back up and get his bearings. He shook his head and through slightly blurred vision saw Ron coming towards him yet again. He raised his fist and it landed squarely on Ron's jaw, he kept punching until Ron faltered and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Enid ran over to Carl and threw her arms around him, crying. "He wouldn't listen to me! He wanted me to go..."

Carl shushed her and put his arm around her. "It's okay, it's over."

Daryl casually walked over and looked down at Ron who was sprawled out on the ground. A stream of blood ran down his split lip and dirt covered his face, he groaned and struggled to sit up. Daryl gently tapped his leg with his foot and clicked his tongue, "I guess she's not yours anymore, boy.", dropping his cigarette to the ground and putting it out with his boot.