Carl came back a while later and I was upstairs. I grabbed one of his shirts from my bag and walked downstairs to give it to him,

"I killed three walkers." Carl said to his sleeping dad as he took off his first shirt, "They were at the door. They were gonna get in. But... I lured them away. I killed them. I saved you. I saved you! I didn't forget while you had us playing farmer. I still know how to survive. While you froze. I don't need you anymore. I don't need you to protect me anymore. Violet doesn't treat me like a little kid, but you do. I can take care of myself, you probably can't even protect me anyways. You couldn't protect Judith. You couldn't protect... Hershel. Or Glenn. Or Maggie. Michonne. Daryl. Or mom. You just wanted to plant vegetables. You just wanted to hide. He knew where we were and you didn't care! You just hid behind those fences and waited for... they're all gone now. Because of you! They counted on you! You were their leader!" Carl sat down, "But now, you're nothing."

"To be honest, Michonne and Daryl don't need protecting." I commented and Carl looked up at me. I held up the shirt, "And... I think Judith's alive."

"How do you know?" Carl asked as he took the shirt from me and changed.

"You saw her carrier." I answered.

"Yeah, it was empty and bloody." Carl replied.

"Yes. But, it was also unbuckled. I can hardly do that, let alone a walker." I responded.

He smiled a little, "You think?"

"Hell yeah. I bet someone from the prison grabbed her and ran. We can't be the only ones still alive." I answered.

Carl grabbed the bag full of food and dumped it on the floor, "I'm going to go to some houses, look for some food. Can, uh, can Jamie come? It'll be good for him to have some experience."

I smiled, "Sure. I'll send him down."

I went upstairs and gave Jamie my gun and silencer, while Carl was gone we practiced a little. I told him to be safe and listen to Carl. After they left I started cleaning up the living room.

After I tidied it up a bit I brought Colt downstairs and I gave him some spoons to distract him. Carl and Jamie came back an hour later with some cans of corn and stuff. We ate some of it before going to sleep. I woke up to hearing crying downstairs and I ran down and saw Carl pointing a gun at Rick, who was moving.

"Carl!" I yelled before running over to him and grabbing the gun out of his hand and held him to me as I aimed towards Rick.

"I can't." Carl told me. "I was wrong."

"Carl." Rick mumbled and my jaw fell open and I dropped the gun.

Rick said a few other things that I couldn't understand before falling unconscious on the floor. Carl moved away from me and put his dad's head onto his knees, "I'm scared."

Carl repeated it a few times as I ran my hands through his hair. The next morning I woke up on the floor with Carl sleeping against my side. I smiled down at him before moving his hair out of his face. I slowly moved away and got some breakfast. Carl was awake when I came back into the room, and so was Rick. I smiled at them before giving them a bowl of dry cereal and going upstairs to Colt and Jamie. I brought the two downstairs so they could eat, too.

"I'm not hungry." Jamie said.

'Why not?" I asked, worried.

"Because we ate a giant can full of pudding yesterday." Carl answered.

I smiled, "Well, that means more for us."

I took a handful of cereal from Jamie's bowl and popped a few in my mouth before giving them to Rick. I cleaned Colt's face off from the applesauce I fed him when there was a knock on the door.

I immediately grabbed my gun and helped Rick up and he looked through the door to see who it was. Rick turned to look at Carl and laughed,

"What?" Carl asked.

"It's for you."