A/N: Hello again, my lovelies! I decided to update a second chappie because, technically, I haven't updated in two weeks, so I hope this makes up for that.

"Tag!" Mika squealed in delight as she tapped my arm. I laughed and chased after her in the courtyard of the prison. Mika and Lizzie came here just a few days ago with their father, and we asked them our three famous questions: How many walkers have they killed, how many people have they killed, and why. That's what the council agrees on.

We have a council now, instead of Rick leading us. The council consisted of Rick, mom, Hershel, Maggie, Glenn, Beth, Daryl, Carol, Tyresse, a few Woodbury people, and Carl and me. The only reason Carl and I got onto the council was because of our parents being on there.

The council made almost everything in the prison easier. Food distribution, ammo and weapons, hell, even small stuff like shampoo and conditioner was a topic for us. The council worked, though. It brought us peace and order.

Luke, another kid, ran away from me, laughing, as I chased after him.

"Tag!" I excitedly said as I managed to tap his shoulder. Right now, it was me, Lizzie, Mika, Luke, and Molly playing. Patrick, a Woodbury kid, was playing with Lego's in his cell, and Carl was walking through the gates with Rick, covered in dirt and sweat from the farm work that they've been doing.

Seeing Carl, Luke ran to him and yelled, "Tag!"

After confusion passed through Carl's face, he looked at his dad, who nodded in return. He looked at me, a smirk on his face, and ran over.

I screamed as I ran past Mika, opened the door to our cell block, and ran in the direction of the tombs. We finally managed to get rid of the walkers in here, and now the tombs were empty and we could go to either cell block C (our cell block,) or cell block D (Woodbury cell block,) without anyone worrying if they were gonna get eaten alive.

My blood pounded in my head as I passed a corner, and I made the mistake of looking behind me. Carl was about two feet behind me, and I ran again, laughing as I sped through the empty hallway and my echoes traveled.

I ran around another corner and laid against the wall for a second, catching my breath. Carl skidded to a stop as he saw me against the wall, and he walked toward me.

Seeing no way out, I muttered, "Shit,"

He laughed and he put one hand on one side of me, not touching me, and he did the same thing to the other. His face was inches away from mine, and I could feel his breath on my cheek.

"You're trapped, Angel," Carl murmured to me, a cocky smirk on his face. His head lowered to my own, and he pressed his lips to my own. His hands went to my waist and traveled to the small of my back, and my hands went to his neck and moved up to his greasy hair. He gently bit my bottom lip, and I parted them.

Making out with my boyfriend in a dark hallway; best thing ever.

"Tag," he murmured in between kisses.

I giggled lightly, "You win,"

I could hear the laughter of the other kids in the hallway. Well, some were laughing. Luke was making gagging noises and Molly was rolling her eyes.

"We're playing tag," Molly said exasperatedly as she crossed her arms across her chest, "You two can make out later,"

Carl and I let go of each other, laughing at the others.

"Well, that means I'm it!" I playfully growled and tagged Lizzie on the arm, and we all ran away from her. She started chasing her sister, and I ran in the other direction with Carl.

He pushed the door to the tombs open and we ran into cell block C.

"Woah, kids!" Hershel exclaimed as we almost ran into him, "Go play outside if you wanna run around,"

Carl and Lizzie started to go towards the door, but I stayed and asked Hershel, "When will you be reading?"

"After lunch, sweetheart," he answered with a smile. He started to read a piece of his small Bible every day with a small group of people. It was kind of like a Sunday mass, but it was smaller than that and it happens every day. For the first few days it was just me and the Greene sisters with him, but now a portion of the group listens to him read. I enjoy the little mass because it brought many of us together, and I liked being close to the others. Lizzie and Mika's dad goes, though the girls rarely went with him.

"Okay," I said, "See you then," and then ran to catch up with the others.

"Hey, Cowboy, wait up!" I called to Carl, who was already at the door.

He held it open for me and we both stepped out into the sunlight again. I turned and looked over at the small buffet that Carol was having. Instead of eating inside, we sat at the benches outside and Carol always made food there as well. It was always nice enough to eat outside in the sun, especially since it was summer.

I left Carl and the others and walked over to her, and the others continued to tag each other and run around.

"Hola," I greeted her.

"Hey, Lizzie," she answered, "Want a plate?"

"No, thanks, I just came here to talk to you," I declined, "So, what's up?"

"Nothing, really, but I heard that Daryl and a few others were going to go on a run later,"

"Oh my god, I need to go with them! I haven't been on a run since... Well, since the accident," I said. Hell, I haven't been out of moms' sight since today. She decided I needed to be a kid, and I got to play tag with the other kids without her keeping her eye on me.

"Do you think your mom will let you go?"

"She will if she goes with us," I told Carol and turned to look for mom, "Thanks, Carol!"

She laughed as I grabbed Carl's arm and ran inside the prison. I'm hearing more of that now; laughter. I certainly like it better than screams and the moans of the undead.

"What are we doing?" Carl asked me.

"We're trying to go on the run today," I answered, hopping into her cell but not finding her there.

"There's a run today?!" Carl inquired, "I haven't been on any of them,"

"I know," I nodded and walked into the direction of Rick's cell, "Neither have I,"

I heard hushed arguing as we got closer to the cell, and I released Carl's am from my grip. Looking into the cell, I saw Rick and mom standing in the cell. They stopped talking as soon as we were in their view.

"Kids," mom said.

"We were just about to look for you two," Rick added. Carl and I each gave each other a look that clearly stated 'uh oh.'

"We decided that you two shouldn't carry guns anymore," mom told us.

"What?!" Carl exclaimed.

"Why?!" I nearly shouted as well.

"You two are teens. You should get to act like teens," Rick explained, "Which means, you two don't get fence duty, you do chores, and you play around. You can keep your knives, but no guns,"

I inwardly groaned as Carl began arguing with his dad about this. I agree with Carl that we should keep our guns, but our parents weren't budging about it.

"What about the run today?" I asked.

Rick furrowed his brow, "What?"

"I heard from Carol that you were going on a run today. Is it okay that we go on this run, guns and all, and come back here and act like kids like you guys want us to. Could you make that compromise?" I played with the charm on my necklace while Rick and mom had a conversation with only their eyes. Mom nodded, and Rick shrugged his shoulders.

"You can go on the run, guns and all, but when we come back, I want to see you two acting like kids. Carl, you'll do the far work with me, and Alyssa, you can work with Carol in the kitchen and laundry, and watch after the baby with Beth. Alright?"

I nodded to the compromise, and Carl gave a grunt, which seems to be the way men talk now. They just grunt.

"I'll see you near Daryl's motorcycle in fifteen, okay?" mom said as she gave me a hug.

"Okay," I answered as I hugged her back. Rick gave his son a pay on the shoulder, and he walked with mom out the doors.

I walked to my cell with Carl and I plopped on my bed.

Carl sat down with me and groaned, "Why can't we have our guns?!"

I shrugged and laid my head on his shoulder, "They want us to be kids. Normal teenagers would be fussing about school and their dates-"

"We wouldn't have to worry about that," Carl interrupted with a sly grin.

"Right, either way, normal teens would be fussing about teen things. You and I fuss over things like walkers and food rations. I get that they want us to be kids, but that's ridiculous,"

He put his arms around my waist and we fell backwards on the bed, "That means that I have to work with dad with gardening and the pigs,"

"You think that's bad? I get to cook food and do laundry like a housewife. And, I get to watch over Judith with Beth and her boyfriend,"

"At least Zach is funny. Dad probably won't talk much,"

"Yeah, but Beth and Zach are such lovebirds! I swear, if they make kissy faces at each other and do the whole "oh, I love you more! No, I love you more!" thing, I might punch them,"

Carl laughed, "Glad I don't make kissy faces at you,"

I looked at him straight in the eyes, "You are so lucky that you don't,"

He laughed some more, and I joined him.

"C'mon, lets go in that run," he said, and I followed him out the door.

A/N: Alright, so the next chapter will be the run itself. Hope you guys liked this chapter, and remember to review!