He kissed me again and this time with much more force as he almost tackled me backwards.

I heard Rick mumble something and I realized that he and Michonne were right there. We were also supposed to be keeping watch without getting distracted.

I pushed Carl away a little bit, breathless and said "I think we should focus on the task. Don't want the phantom walkers getting us. You know what; I still don't believe they exist"

He nodded and moved away from me as he sat with his knees pulled.

I smiled at him even though what I had done was odd and wrong I suppose. Carl had feelings for me, it was obvious. He had had feelings for me for a long time and I didn't even know him. It's like I wouldn't do justice to him. That I would never like him as much as he liked me. So I shifted a bit away from him and leaned back on the tree, sighing. I glanced at Carl, his cheeks were slightly red.

"You don't have to be embarrassed" I said. His head snapped to me and he said "Uh, I'm not, I'm just-"

"What?" I asked and kept a hand on his arm.

"I just realized that your house, it's near where Terminus is and maybe if we get there, we can get your diary"

"My diary?" I asked.

"Well, you see you had this little journal of yours where you wrote everything but you never told me about it though" He said.

"Then how do you know?" I asked.

"I might have read it" He said slowly and I laughed.

"You're not angry?" He asked.

I shook my head and shrugged "I don't mind, now you mentioned this journal because you think reading it might bring back some memories?"

He nodded.

"Fine, then that's where we'll go tomorrow" I heard Rick. I turned and saw Rick and Michonne who had probably heard our conversation.

"Can we go now?" Carl asked.

"Isn't it a bit late?" Michonne said.

"I'm not tired" I perked up "I really want to get there"

"Sure, then let's get going" Rick said and smiled. I nodded and gathered up my stuff. We started heading down the train tracks.

"Dare" I said "I pick Dare"

"Ooh" Michonne cooed. I laughed and looked at her. She was a fun person.

"I dare you to…" Rick stopped "I don't know, Carl suggest something"

"It's your turn Dad; you've got to give her one, not me!" He said and chuckled. I was walking with Rick and we were almost to my house. Carl and Michonne were behind us. They were playing the balancing game yet again while we were doing another round of Truth and Dare. They thought that game might have helped me get to know them better but it didn't. Yet we still continued, just because it was fun.

"Ah, here we are" Rick said laughing and pointed up at a little town next to a train station. We went off the tracks and walked into the suburbia.

"Where's my house?" I asked.

"Right up there" Carl said and pointed to an apartment building. We climbed up the stairs.

"Are walkers real?" I asked.

"You encountered one, Natalie, at the shop. How can you still not believe us?" Michonne asked.

"I guess it's a far-off idea" I said, shrugging.

"Well when you do meet another, you'll realize how bad they really are" Carl told me as we walked the corridors. I had a crowbar in my hand while the rest carried guns. I didn't know how to use one. I didn't remember and I didn't even want to try. Guns were dangerous and I didn't trust myself.

"I hope I never meet one" I said sighing.

"Here we are, Apartment 327" Rick said and pointed to a cream colored door. He started to reach for the knob but I jumped and said "Can I do it? It's my house after all"

"Uh, Natalie I don't think that's such a good idea. There might be walkers inside" Michonne said.

"Who would it be? Isn't my entire family dead?" I said and walked past Rick to open the door. It was rude, yes but it was true. I couldn't help it.

I turned the knob and stepped inside. It was beautiful, not what I'd imagined at all. The walls were a creamy white and there were photo frames hanging everywhere. Without any photos in them.

There was a large red couch and I could tell that it had many fun memories associated with it, if only I remembered. I walked inside and subconsciously dropped my crowbar. The room was in bit of a mess actually, with chairs on the ground and papers strewn over. But the beauty overshadowed it. I ran forward to the walls and touched them. It was a smooth and soft texture, kind of like Carl's hair last night. That snapped me out of it and I realized that they were here too.

"Where's my room?" I asked Carl.

"Up there?" He said and I ran upstairs.

"Wait!" I heard him but I didn't wait. I needed to see where I lived. Where I grew up. I threw open the door and arrived in a tiny bedroom. It was purple. Everything was purple. The bed was pretty large for some reason and thankfully, right in the middle of it laid a journal. Everything was tidy and not in a mess like downstairs. Then I heard a groan and I didn't react fast enough. I froze in fact. It wasn't possible.

"Natalie!" I heard Carl. I turned and saw a person with their back to me. My father. He looked like him at least. I did remember him and there he was, in front of me.

"Dad?" I asked and stepped to him. Then he turned and revealed its face. What was left of it anyway, half of it was eaten away. His jaw was hanging off and he had blood on his entire body.

"Dad" I said and stumbled backwards onto the bed.

"Natalie, run!" I heard Carl. I turned my head and saw him at the doorway. He had his gun pointed to my dad.

"Carl, don't" I said.

"Natalie, he's not your father. He's some other thing" He said.

"He's my dad Carl, I know him, and I remember him" I said and looked at dad as he slowly approached me.

"No he's not, move away from him Natalie" Rick said and I heard a gun being clocked.

"Don't shoot him" I said "Please"

"Your dad never cared about you; he left you and your mom to fend for yourself when you were a baby. When you were three months old, Natalie! He hurt you and he will hurt you again if you don't move away" Carl said. I glanced at him and saw that he had put his gun down. He had a look of concern upon his face and his hands held up in surrender.

"I would never hurt you Natalie, you know that. I care about you. Just come over here" He said extending his hand forward. I looked to Dad who was slowly limping towards me making weird throaty noises. Carl did care about me, he was right. Dad never cared, so why should I care about him? And he hardly looked like my father, he looked gross and disgusting.

"Okay" I said and got up to go to Carl but it was too late since when I did Dad suddenly picked up his speed and toppled me on the mattress. I screamed as he crushed me and tried to bite at me.

"Carl!" I yelled and then I heard a gunshot and blood splattered all over me. Someone lifted him off me and I got up panting.

"Carl" I said and he embraced me.

"You'll be okay, Natalie, you'll be okay"

"You'll be okay Natalie. Come on, just jump in. I'll catch you" She said and I smiled.

"No, you won't" I said.

"Sweetheart, I'm your mother, I won't let you drown" She said.

"Come on in Nat! Don't be such a baby!" He yelled. I turned and saw Carl, along with my mother in the water.

"I can't swim" I said and stepped back.

"So what the hell did you take those classes for?" He asked.

"Carl, language" Mom said.

"Okay, but you promise you'll hold me?" I asked.

"I promise" She said and I stepped forward and jumped.

I pulled away from Carl and said "Do you have any picture of my mother?"

"What?" He asked. I turned and saw Rick carrying the walker's body out.

"I just want to know what she looked like, I think I remember her. I knew my dad so if I looked at Mom, I'd know her too" I suggested.

"Here" he said and got up and walked to a cupboard. It was covered in stickers.

"This is mine, I guess?" I asked and looked to him. He was looking at me with a concerned look yet again.

"I'm fine Carl, like you said, he was just another walker" I said and smiled to show that I really was okay. Of course, I wasn't but Carl didn't need to worry about that.

"Oh and I found this" I told him and held up my journal happily. He smiled and took it from my hands. I snatched it right back and said "I get to read it first"

He laughed and said "What about the picture?"

"It can wait" I said and went downstairs with him. We sat down on the red couch.

He was sprawled out on the couch. I went up to him and put a hand on his cheek. He looked adorable while sleeping. He flinched a little. I sat next to him, pushed his hair out of his eyes and stared at him. I leaned down and brushed my lips against his. I pulled away, took off my slippers and slipped in next to him. I had one arm wrapped tight around his stomach. I nuzzled my face in his neck and put one leg between his as I settled down next to him.

"Whoa" I said.

"What is it? Are you fine?" Carl asked and glanced at me.

"Oh yeah I'm okay, Carl, I think I'm recounting things. It comes and goes but I think I'm finally getting my memory back, in bits and pieces" I revealed. He looked bewildered but then his face lit up.

"Really?" He asked "Like what?"

"Well first there was that incident in the bedroom when I was changing and you know, then I have this of my Mother teaching me to swim and you were there too and then I just had this where we were on a couch together, like right now" I said.

"It's not much but it's something" He said and smiled. I smiled back. Things seemed to finally fall back into place.

A/N: Thoughts?