When I get back to the house my jeans are covered in dirt and sweat is dripping down my forehead. The sun was beginning to set when I get inside only to find Judith giggling in her playpen in the middle of the lougne room while Ron spread out on the couch. The television was on playing an old disney movie though by the pile sitting by where Judith was sleeping it wasn't the first.

I couldn't help the warm smile that now sat on my lips. Taking the few quiet steps over to Ron laid -making sure not to accidental knock into his feet that hung off the edge of the arm rest- I go to wake him up. Only to pause for a second to take in the calm look on his face. I hadn't seen Ron look like this since before the walker got in.

Without thinking I kneel down beside the couch and reach my arm out to rake my fingers gently through Ron hair, moving the few stray strains from his face. However in doing this Ron moves his head into the touch just before his eyes to me. I go to retract my hand only to have Ron words cut me off.

"That feels nice." He admits in a sleepy voice. "Come here."

Confused by what he meant, I don't move even my hand comes to a holt from patting his hair. I watch Ron while he lifts his upper body off of the couch but keeps his legs where they are. Grabbing my free hand Ron moves it so I was now moving to sit on the couch where his head was laying. Without any argument I follow what he tells me to do and sit silently on the couch.

When my butt is hits the cushion Ron practically falls back down, having his head now rest on my thigh while he rested. Aimlessly reaching out Ron grabs for my hand and place back onto the side of his head. Did he want me to keep patting him? Unsurely, I run my fingers through Ron hair again whilst he adjust the way he sat slightly to get more comfortable.

"Better." Ron mumbles.

I don't respond. I wouldn't even know how to. So instead I attempt to ignore that fluttering feeling in my stomach while turning my attention to the sight of Judith laughing at the screen. Glancing to the screen I see none other than the Lion King. Continuing to run my fingers through Ron hair, I look back to Judith as the song 'Can't wait to be King' starts.

She tosses her hands around with a smile on her face while she begins to kick in enjoyment while she watches. Being careful not to disturb Judith I lean down to whisper closely to Ron ear.

"How'd you know she would like this movie?"

"Mmmm?"

Ron moves his head around. When his does his stops when his nose knocks against mine. It isn't until that moment when I realise how close his face is to mine. Ron doesn't seem to notice with his eyes still close as he answers me.

"I didn't. This was the only one she hasn't start whining about yet."

Ron nods as if to confirm to himself what he was saying was true, making his nose running up and down mine making an amused grin go along my lips as I watch Ron and his tired self. You see when Ron was tired he seem sort of oblivious to thing he was doing or the fact he was clingy most of the time.

"Ron, how about you go to bed?" I suggest.

Opening his eyes for the first time, Ron looks to me. "Don't wanna, not night time yet."

"The sun has almost completely set."

"Too many stairs." He whispers.

"You have long legs, double step."

Ron whispers in reply. "Or I could just stay here... With you?"

Ron lifts his hand to run his finger tips over my cheek lightly until they lightly brush over my bottom lip. Stunned by his movement, my hand stops in his hair again. I look over his face well at least the part I could see with him being so close, to see if he was joking. However he remains with his sleepy serious expression. If it wasn't before my heart was now about to beat out of my chest.

"Carl?"

My head snaps up in lightning speed to turn and see Carol standing in the arc way near the front door, watching Ron and I. She had a smirk on her lips as I stare at her with wide eyes and slight terror. How didn't I hear her come in? Ron just shifts in my lap so he was laying how he was before. He move so the side of his he pressed against my fingers still in his hair, making me automatically start to pat him again.

"Do you need something?" I question slightly embarrassed.

"Uh... I just brought over some dinner." She says holding up a giant bowl. "Rick's on a run and hasn't come back yet so I figured... You know I'll just leave it in the kitchen."

Not knowing how to answer I just nod. Carol doesn't notice cause she was already turning to go to kitchen with a smug grin. Carol is quick to put the food in the kitchen Carol walks out the front door in less than a minute, throwing a quick wink over her shoulder along as a wave. A wink? The hell was that suppose to mean?

"Lets eat." Ron announce.

You could tell Ron was closed off again simply by the way he now pushed my hand away from him and went straight to the kitchen without turning back to even glance in my direction. Disappointment hits me again while I watch Ron leave the room. My heart rate calm down when I stand up and go to grab Judith bringing her to the kitchen with me, turning off the television as I go.

Dinner wasn't all that pleasant I spent it eating mine while attempting to fed an unwilling Judith some baby, that to be honest I had no idea what the green slug actually was. During these moment I would catch Ron stealing glances my way, lowly chuckling at my failed attempts. Yet whenever I looked to him, he would suddenly drop his gaze.

About twenty minutes later I was sitting with Ron on the front porch as we waited for either Michonne or Dad to show up. Ron was pulling faces at Judith whenever he thought I wasn't looking making Judith erupt in giggles every few seconds. Hiding a smile I look to Judith as she place a hand in Ron direction.

Following where she pointed I looked to Ron with raised eyebrows him just shrug his shoulders in response but then humouring Judith by pointing a finger to his lips as if to shush her, making it out as if I couldn't see him being so obvious. Which only made her laugh more, of course.

"Come on Ron, I have to put her to bed soon." I whine.

"Don't be a buzz kill, if she doesn't fall asleep I'll take care of her this time."

"You can't-"

"Should I really listen to the boy who snuck out today?" Ron mocks.

"Not the same." I mumble.

"You're right." He nods before turning to me with a smug smile. "Judith wouldn't eat me."

I don't bother responding instead I just roll my eyes and adjust how Judith is sitting on my lap. Though as it do Judith reaches out for Ron making her top half fall forward. Ron reaches out to make sure she doesn't fall at the same time that I quickly adjust one her to move over chest.

In the movement both our hands go for the same spot which causes Ron hand to be place over mine and just like before I waited for him to pull away. I waited for the stinging pain of his unintentional rejection. Though Ron's hand stay firmly sitting on top of mine whilst he gripped onto my palm moving our hands so they rested between instead of on Judith. I could help the tiny smile that went on my face after that.

Not knowing really how to respond in any way to Ron for his action, I lean down to Judith who had shifted to lean her back against my chest and pointed up towards the stars.

"See that bright one?" Judith hand follows mine in pointing. "Yeah, that's the North star at the end is the Little Dipper, yeah? If you get lost at night just find that star."

Just I finish Michonne walks up the front steps, memories of earlier cloud my mine. Ron doesn't pull his hand away when she comes instead he moves his legs so they were hidden from her view.

"Hey." Michonne says almost sounding hesitate.

"Hey."

She glances between Ron and I. "You have a good day?"

I know she means outside the fence but I couldn't help the tiny smile that played on the corners of my lips by the feel of Ron's hand slightly tightening around mine.

"I guess so."

Ron suddenly pipes up. "How about I take Judith inside?"

Ron lets go of my hand to grab Judith from me. With only a glance and a quick smile my way Ron gets up to hold Judith in his arm to go inside, shutting the door behind him. I watch as he leaves only looking away when Michonne says my name in a sharp tone. When I turn to her she places her katana down while I stand up to move in front of her, leaning against the railing.

"I saw what you did." She says bluntly. "With Deanna."

"Yeah?"

"You should have left her, or killed her." Michonne explains.

"No, that's stupid."

Without hesitation Michoone replies, "Whats stupid you being out there when you don't have to."

"You'd do the same same thing, you didn't- you and Spenser didn't have to go out there but you did." I argue.

"That's different."

"It's not. I wasn't going to leave her out there like that, you wouldn't." Michonne struggling for words. "You wouldn't! I know it." I insist. "I couldn't kill her."

"Why not?" Michonne questions now seem slightly angered.

"B-because..." I sigh, looking at the ground.

"You could have killed her." Michonne stats.

"No I couldn't, I wouldn't!"

"Is this some sort of game out there!" Michonne snaps. "Did you think that-"

"No!" Now looking at Michonne.

"Then why?"

"Because it should of been someone who loved her, someone whose family." I blurt out. "I-i'd do it for you."

Clarity seems to wash over Michonne's face. Completely understanding in an instant what I was saying. Unwillingly I have images of my Mother running through my mind as I admit that, having a lump in my throat as I think about it. Tears start to form in my eyes when I look back at the ground for a second before looking back at her.

"I would." I stat.

A tiny smile moves over Michonne lips when I say that. In a voice, overly emotional voice Michonne ask me to come closer while holding her arms out for a hug. I walk into Michonne hug and dig my hand in the side of her neck while my arms wrap around her waist. A few stray tears fall down my cheek and onto her shoulder. Holding her tight I hear Michonne say.

"Me too."

We stay on the porch for a few more minutes before I couldn't help but yawn very loudly in Michonne ear, causing her to laugh at my 'child like manner' as she called it. With a big smile on her face Michonne keeps her arm over my shoulder while we walk into the house. Only letting go to close the door behind us. Muttering a good night I take sluggish steps up the stairs to my room.

At first I don't even notice Ron on my bed as I strip out of my clothes to nothing but my underwear. I don't notice until I turn around after putting on a different, less covered in dirt pair of pants I see Ron looking at me. His eyes looked ready to fall out of their sockets and his cheeks were turning red.

"I thought you were gonna sleep-"

"Judith was too noisy." He cuts me off. "Good night Carl."

Ron turns around on the bed so his back was now facing me. It was easy to tell he was flutter, I mean I was well on my way of having a heart attack at this moment. After my moment of panic I quickly grab whatever shirt was closes, not bothering to see if it was clean or not. Though when it came to the mount of actually getting into the bed suddenly my body could only move in slow motion.

Lifting the blanket, making sure not to take any off of Ron. I slide under it acting any sudden movements I made would send Ron running for the hills. When on the mattress I lay perfectly on my back making sure none of my body part went over the halfway point. Panic was settling easily into the pit of my stomach. Why me?

"Carl just relax and go to sleep." Ron announces.

"Right, sleep." I answer. As if that was happening.