A/N Hi everyone sorry for taking soo long to write this and that it's short was having some writers block and having college work yay education. Thanks again to Fallen Angle Awakened for being a Beta for my work their work is awesome. I'm in the process of writing the next chapter soo hopefully it will be up by the end of this week and if anyone wants to talk about TWD PM me I love talking about it but i'm in UK.

Anyway enough rambling onto the chapter :)

Chapter 4 New Home

After walking for about half an hour, they arrived at a house that seemed abandoned. The group approached the building with caution, constantly scanning for threats. Rick whispered to Elliot, "I've trusted you so far, but I swear, if this is a trap, I will kill you to protect my family."

Elliot was startled at what Rick just said to him, but responded, "I understand, Rick. It's not a trap."

Instead of using a verbal cues, Daryl just put his hand up to signal them to stop where they were. They all raised their weapons, ready to breach. Daryl, being point man of the group, opened the door and checked the corners of the living room.

The group broke off into Carl and Rick searching upstairs and Michonne and Elliot searching downstairs while Daryl stayed at the front door.

Just after Rick and Carl searched the first of three bedrooms on the upper floor, Rick randomly said, "I am so sorry about what happened at the prison."

Carl was shocked that his dad apologised, but just responded with, "you should be. we can talk about it later."

Rick sighed and responded with, "Okay." And thought for a moment, taking a breath before asking the question. "Do you trust him?" It was Carl that made the call about keeping Michonne around, he constantly seemed to be the best judge of character.

"I don't know yet." Carl walked out of the room, leaving his father to follow.

Meanwhile Elliot and Michonne were searching the kitchen when Michonne said, "You were upset when you and Carl were talking earlier."

Elliot was slightly taken aback, but responded with, "yeah… I was just telling him how I ended up alone. You guys are first group who's actually been "nice" to me once I met them. It's why I tend to avoid people."

Michonne thought about what to say and responded saying, "That was probably a smart decision."

The conversation dropped after that.

Once the rest of the house was searched they all regrouped and Rick said, "This'll do for the night. Two person watch shifts, me and Daryl then Carl and Michonne."

"Anything you'll need tonight, get it now." Rick drawled, exhaustion evident in his voice. "We're all staying here in the living room." He turned to Elliot. "Do you have any weapons in this house we don't know about?"

"There's a crossbow upstairs in the master bedroom, other than that, no." The boy was getting good at answering questions. He could tell Rick was serious about the death threats.

Rick nodded, looking at Michonne, who went to collect the weapon. "I'll be right back." Rick said to Carl, patting him on the shoulder as he limped off towards the bathroom.

Elliot was walking towards the linen closet at the bottom of the stairs when Daryl suddenly said "Hang on a second kid did you say you got a crossbow? Had any training with it?"

Elliot looked down and said "Nope why?"

Daryl responded with "I'm gonna teach you how to use it properly. So you don't kill anyone you don't mean to kill."

"Alright." Elliot nodded, grabbing blankets out of the closet and bringing them back to the centre of the floor.

As everyone was getting settled, Elliot glanced at Carl, who was setting up near Michonne in the corner of the room. Rick and Daryl were already on the front porch, watching for walkers, and Michonne said something to Carl about talking to Rick for a moment.

As Michonne left, Elliot continued to look at the boy across the room, and saw his shirt come up as he peeled the grimy hoodie he was wearing from his body.

Elliot saw the scar on Carl's stomach before he had a chance to replace his shirt, and thought to himself, "I wonder what that's from. I should see if he will tell me. After all he knows about me, and Michonne said we will get along. But that is if I don't flirt with him. What Rick would think about that? Screw it. Asking about a scar isn't flirting."

So Elliot said "How'd you get that scar on your stomach?"

Carl just mumbled "Hunting accident can we talk about it later?"

Elliot just said "sure thing man talk soon sleep well."

"Yeah." Carl mumbled back, settling into the blanket as Michonne came back and laid down right beside him.

Daryl just sat on the front porch with Rick, thinking to himself "looks like I got a kid to train. No harm in having another tracker who's also a samurai."