Hey Everybody!

This is gonna be a little short,but the next one I'm already working on.

ATTENTION:

-* I'm currently taking suggestions for short stories/one shots. I do TWD the best but can also do Percy Jackson and Adventure Time. ALSO,if you have a Walking Dead idea that you would like to take place in the Family of the Dead universe,such as moments you would've like to seen,you can ask for those as well. I'll love any suggestions.

Just PM me your idea and I'll definitely reply back an answer. I'll certainly try my best to suit anyone's needs if I do take on their idea.

Enjoy :)

Carl's POV

Something was wrong.

His father was drifting farther away,Daryl was gone,Glenn was on a warpath,and the Governor could attack any second. To make it worse,Riley was hiding something.

Carl knew the second he asked about her first check up with Herschel that she was holding back. He didn't push her though. She didn't need it.

But it was starting to worry him.

Her and Glenn had started some kind of pact,and it wasn't good.

It began when Glenn first started to rant about Woodbury and how they needed to attack as soon as possible, and Riley would agree. After realizing he had someone other than Michonne on his side,they started to group up and discuss.

Anytime Carl would ask her about it,Riley would simply brush it off and say "We're just planning things out so where prepared if worst cones to worst."

But he knew it was more than that.

He had accidentally overheard one of their 'discussions' two days ago,a week after the events at Woodbury had taken place. It then truly hit him how serious they were.

"Do you remember the layout at all?" Glenn asks in a hushed tone,causing Carl to freeze in his tracks.

"Dimly," Riley responds honestly. "But the street is pretty easy to remember. I talked to Michonne last night and she knows where the Governor lives."

"She actually talks to you?" Glenn sounded surprised. "I tried to ask her the same thing this morning and she just mumbled something about a stolen tank."

"You have to catch her in an okay mood. I talked to her on watch and we had a pretty decent conversation. She remembers the layout a lot better,living in Woodbury for a while and all. I bet we can make a map with what she told me."

"That'd be perfect," Glenn's tone took a drastic dark drop then. "We need to get there soon. I got a score to settle."

Rileys next words chilled Carl to the bone.

"Me too,Glenn. Me too."

"Carl?"

The boy was snapped back to the present as someone grabbed his hand. He looked over and sees Riley watching him curiously. They sat in the cafeteria,eating the breakfast that Carol had made,the woman currently in the kitchen,cooking for the rest of the group that was soon to come while dodging a persistent Axel.

The guy was nice,but Carl could tell Carol was getting slightly annoyed. He guessed she only talked to him in the beginning was because of her grief of Daryl's departure,and now she seemed to be regretting it.

Michael sat next to Riley,currently stuffing his face with whatever Carol had put in his bowl. Carl we wondered if she had stuck something extra in his bowl due to her being sweet on him.

"Hm?" Was his response to Riley 's curious gaze.

"You okay?" She asked. "Your kind of. . . quite today."

"Oh,I'm just thinking,I guess." He replied. He knew it was lame,but it was sorta the truth.

Luckily,she didn't seem to notice. She simply nodded and turned over to her brother,who had reached for her bowl.

"What do you think you are doing?" She snapped playfully at him.

The little boy blushed. "I'm sorry,but you weren't eating and I. . ."

Riley laughed,pushing her half-finished bowl to the thin child. He looked up at her for assurance and she snorted,nodding to him. Then they lost him once again to the wonder that was food.

It was kind of sad to see this little boy be so happy over something as simple as a second helping. It really made Carl wonder about his time in Woodbury. Michael never talked about it,other than saying it was 'a bad place'. He didn't dare try to ask Riley about it. She seemed protective enough already.

"Riley?"

They all turn and find Glenn poking his head into the room,face serious. Rileys expression hardened. She stood,giving Michael a pat on the head and squeezing Carl's hand as she followed the young man out.

Carl's mood plummeted,jealousy dripping into his system. He knew it was ridiculous to think like that,but he couldn't help it. A tiny section in the back of his head didn't seem to process the fact that Riley kissed him and that Glenn and Maggie were near inseparable,but instead focused on the constant time Riley and Glenn spent together and how they seemed to have a lot in common and that Glenn wasn't probably even a few years older then her and that -

"I wonder what they talk about all the time," Michael wonders aloud,pulling Carl from his foolish superstitions.

"I don't know,buddy," Carl replies,looking over at the door where she had disappeared from. "She doesn't seem to want to tell me about it."

"Its probably about our daddy," the raven-haired boy admits,pushing his finished second-helping away. Carl's head snapped over to look at him,his eyes widening.

"Your dad?"

Michaels eyes darkened as he nodded,his cherub-like face pulling into a frown. "Yeah,our daddy is at Woodb-bur-"

"Woodbury?"

"Yeah. He took me there,after he told me Riley died. I didn't like it there. Daddy was always mad,and yelled at me when I said I missed Riley. He tried to tell me she was bad,but I didn't believe him. He was bad. He hurt her. Bad people hurt good people. Riley didn't hurt anyone."

Carl's head was spinning. "Your dad. . . hurt Riley?"

Michael nodded. "She doesn't never likes to talk about it though. It makes her sad. And angry. I hear her cry sometimes at night,when she thinks I'm asleep. I sneak next to her after she falls asleep. I hate when she gets nightmares and she's alone."

"Oh my. . .God." Carl whispers,Michael nodding sadly.

Carol called Micheal then,the boy giving him one last curt nod before running off.

Carl stared at the remainder of his breakfast,his appetite completely diminished. He shot up after a long minute,his eyes narrowing, homing in on the door.

Riley had some explaining to do,and she was going to tell him.

Now.

*Remember,any story ideas,just PM me. :)