Author's Note: It's been a while, but the next chapter is here. Most of this chapter was written back in April, fresh off of TOWL, but for many reasons and then due to how the chapter had to end, it took a while to go back to old episodes for research and make sure my ducks were in a row. To the guests who have left comments and people who have reached out, thank you very much. Prolific has never been something I can brag about being, but I am intentional, and I do try to tell the best story I can with my love for Richonne and their family in my heart.

This is a long chapter, so buckle up.

"Let me get this straight. You're saying our seven-year-old son knew this was happening," Michonne said, motioning to her covered body.

"No, he knew you had a surprise. He didn't know what it was. It was said in a general way. I've been a seven-year-old boy. If he had a real idea of your surprise, what it meant, he wouldn't have mentioned it."

"But he knew about Pride choking Andre."

"Well, he had a nightmare about it. I saw him wake up startled, and he told me."

"So, he knew about that, but not this?"

"Hmm," Rick said, removing his clothes and sliding underneath the spread with her. "Let's do 'this' and find out in the morning if he knows."

"Rick?"

"He went back to sleep, Michonne, so there's nothing we can do right now. And I want my surprise." His gaze swept over her. Desire and need darkened his blue eyes. "I want it all night." Pushing her hair aside, he kissed her shoulder and marked a trail downward. "Remember, I'm not tired."

"And I'm not about to give our son an X-rated dream about his parents." Michonne tugged the spread up to her neck and turned her back to Rick. "Good night."

"You're not serious," he said, his hysterical laughter overly exaggerated.

She faced him with the look she knew would leave no question of her seriousness.

Rick's laughter ceased and face blanched. He swallowed audibly. "You don't mean this," he said, horror-stricken.

"Until we talk to our son, yes, I do."

"All right." Rick shot off the bed. "Let's wake him up."

Michonne sat up. "You wouldn't."

"Wanna bet?" Rick reached for his jeans. "Junior will understand."

"Junior?"

"Don't get used to saying that. I promised him that it would only be used by people named Rick Grimes." Rick pulled on and fastened his jeans. "I'll go get him."

"You're not really going to wake up RJ so we can make love?"

Rick returned to the bed, snatching her breath with a deep, fiery kiss. "That's the main reason, but not the only one," he said with a wink.

Michonne bit back a groan. Why was Rick making this so difficult? He was always ready, and they had years of lost time to make up for, but there was something strange about RJ having what could be more than a clue about his parents' sex life. It was like Carl giving her that look after her first night with Rick all over again, but somehow this was worse with the possibility of visuals involved. She cringed. No matter how much she wanted Rick, and she did, she couldn't until they talked to RJ and she got some assurance.

"I'm not crazy about you waking him up," she said, "but I think it might be necessary."

"With the way you're thinking, he'll be awake before I get to his room." Rick laughed, walking to the door and finding RJ on the other side. "Junior? What are you doing here?"

RJ yawned. "You and Mama wanted to talk to me."

Michonne groaned inwardly. This was worse than she thought. "Sweetie, you knew that?" she asked, wishing she had put on a T-shirt after Rick's disclosure. Holding on to the spread, she dashed into the adjoining bathroom and slipped into one of the two bathrobes Ezekiel had provided for them. "RJ?"

"I had a feeling. I don't know. I couldn't go back to sleep. I almost did, but I knew you wanted to talk to me, so I came here."

Michonne glanced at Rick. He shrugged.

"You want to know about my Andre dream, right?" RJ asked, looking from her to Rick.

"Yes, and about these feelings you have about your mom and me," Rick said. "Have you always had these feelings?"

"It started when I woke up from the scary dream, I guess."

"You guess?" Michonne repeated.

"I can't really explain it, but when I explored and found Daddy, it was because I had a feeling I should explore there. I wanted to go exploring, but I was planning to stay around the cabins."

"Something sent you toward the pond?" Rick asked.

"Uh-huh." RJ nodded. "A feeling."

"So, you didn't see anything with this feeling about exploring and the surprise you said Mama had for me?"

"No, it was just a feeling. Like being hungry, but not."

"To be clear," Michonne said, "you didn't see anything at all about the surprise I was giving Daddy?"

"I kinda heard you say surprise in my head, and I felt happiness, but it wasn't my happiness. I don't know, Mama. It was a feeling. Like when I saw Andre in the dream. I saw he was scared, but I felt afraid. I felt it in here," he said, rubbing his chest. "It felt kinda heavy." RJ rubbed his eyes. "I'm getting sleepy again. Can I go back to my room?"

"Not quite, baby." Michonne walked up to him and stooped down, rubbing his arms. "The dream about Andre. How did that happen?"

"I was sleeping. Andre had read some Invincible to me." RJ smiled. "It's my favorite comic."

"I know," Michonne remarked smiling as Rick said "It was Carl's, too."

"Well, I was thinking about him reading me the comic book, and then I saw a man put his arm around his neck."

"And he called the man "Dad," right?" said Rick.

RJ nodded. "Yep."

"Did you see anything else?" Michonne asked. "What happened before or after?"

"I saw a big man on the floor. I think he was hurt."

Michonne's gaze met Rick's. So many questions and concerns swirled in her head. Morgan's whole cellular makeup and possible immortality story was hard to swallow, but she had accepted the truth in it, hoping that life would continue for all of them in the normal way it had, but what was happening with RJ was anything but normal. How could he know about what Pride did to Andre and what about these feelings he felt? What was this?

"You can give Daddy his surprise, Mama. I'm okay. You want to give him the surprise, and Daddy wants it real bad."

"Yes, Daddy does," Rick stated unequivocally.

"Can I go back to bed now?"

"Yes," Rick said, giving Michonne a very pointed and obvious look. "I think we should all go to bed, Junior."

Michonne's jaw tightened. She couldn't believe Rick. "Yeah, sweetie, you go on back to bed." She kissed RJ's forehead. "Sleep well."

RJ reached the door and turned to Rick. "I don't think Mama's gonna give you the surprise," he said, and then walked out the room.

The moment the door closed behind RJ, Rick turned to Michonne for an explanation. "I'm not getting the surprise?"

"Did what just happened in here not concern you?"

"Honestly, I'm more concerned about what's not going on in here right now," he said, reaching for the belt of her robe. "Michonne, he's fine."

"How can you say that?"

"Because it's true." Rick scratched his hands through his hair. "Obviously, he has got some things going on."

"Yes, he does, and your response is to get it on."

"You offered first." He caressed her cheek. "Our son has a gift, but it doesn't lend to X-rated visions. I don't understand why this is happening, the cell thing probably, but he's okay, and we can look more into this tomorrow." Rick nuzzled her neck. "Lost time, Michonne," he murmured sensually, ridding himself of his clothes and stroking his raging hardness. "Please." He opened the robe and dropped to his knees, trailing kisses from her navel to her moist folds.

Unable to think of anything other than what his mouth and tongue was doing to her, Michonne raked her fingers through his hair and held on tight as he backed her to the bed, devouring her essence. In no time at all, she screamed her satisfying release into a nearby pillow, aware there were children to be mindful of waking.

Michonne was still in the midst of her body-quaking orgasm, when Rick moved the pillow, smothering her cries with his lips and filling her throbbing core with his rigid hardness in one needy thrust.

Rick's moans of pleasure seemed to reverberate through her body with every subsequent push. Flipping her on top, he gripped her backside, grinding her against him. "You feel so good." He moaned. "I can't get enough of you, Michonne," he murmured, holding her fast against him and driving himself inside her until his movements ceased, she saw stars, and they both cried out in release. "And you didn't want me to give this surprise."

Michonne wanted to laugh at the mumbled statement he whispered in her ear, but she didn't have the strength. How she went eight years without him she would never know. This closeness, the passion and love they shared, it was an unstoppable force, even if their seven-year-old made it slightly discomforting.

"If he knows, he's going to keep it to himself," Rick said, practically reading her thoughts. He rolled her onto her back and kissed her neck. "He's as confused by this as we are, but he's not worried, and we don't need to be."

"You're really not worried about this?"

"Nah. It's amazing, but I'm not worried about it. I kinda get what he meant." Rick sat up against the headboard. "When we got to Alexandria and the kids were gone, I wasn't afraid. I couldn't explain it, but I knew they were okay. When we stopped for Andre to take a whiz and water Millie, I felt like our children were close. I had no worries. Can't explain it, but I knew it, Michonne."

She nodded. "So did I. I told Andre as much when we talked. I didn't know where Judith and RJ were, but I knew they were close and they were okay. You think this cellular makeup thing causes these feelings?"

"I don't know." Rick shrugged. "Maybe." He groaned. "I have a really hard time with the idea of this, but damn if it's not some truth to it. It is all so strange."

"Should we tell him?"

"Uh-uh. He doesn't need to know this. We'll watch him, and if something changes that leads us to think he needs to know, then we'll tell him. We can talk to Andre and tell him not to mention it. We need more happy. We can tell them about the wedding and the move to Eden."

"Think they'll be as excited about the move as we are?"

"We'll all be together, starting new. I think they will." Rick smiled and pushed up against her under the covers. "I can tell you who is really excited right now."

"I can feel who is really excited," she said laughing, raking his curls. "You are insatiable."

"My wife is the same. It's why we're perfect together."

"I have missed you so much, Rick. These years have been…"

"Hey, shhh. That's over now, and we will never be apart again. Us, our children, our family, we're all together. That's the way it's gonna stay. Forever, Michonne."

"Forever." She pecked his lips. "I love you, Rick Grimes."

"I love you, Mrs. Rick Grimes. So, so much." He settled himself between her spread legs. "Let me show you."

"C'mon," Rick murmured against Michonne's ear, unfettered by her slapping away his hands as she attempted to get dressed. He didn't even attempt to zip up his jeans; putting them on was enough of a struggle. "Baby, please."

"Rick." She grabbed his hands and gave him a stern look. "I have been a very willing, accommodating wife all night and this morning, but it's Saturday and our first morning together as a family…"

"Yes, and you want to make a big breakfast for our brood. I think that's great."

"Good," she said with a smile, releasing his hands.

Rick curled his arms around her waist, kissing her neck. "But what I want us to do is great, too."

"We have done what you want several times." She hustled across the room toward the door and held up her hand. "I promise, we can do it again later. Now, I am going to make my children some breakfast. I want to smell coffee and have them wake up to the aroma of bacon and pancakes wafting through the house. Commonwealth has everything. That kitchen is stocked."

Agreeing to let her win this battle, Rick zipped and buttoned his jeans. "This is the Governor's house, but you say they have everything in Eden, too."

"And more. Yes."

"Okay." He approached her with a smile. "After I give you a beautiful wedding and we renew our vows, we'll pack up our children and move to Eden." He sweetly kissed her lips and twined his fingers in her hair. "Live in our forever paradise."

"We are due for some paradise."

"But breakfast first, right?"

"Yes, because I could use some sustenance, and we need to tell our children about the wedding and the move. Food always helps with news."

"Bad news, but this is good news. Great news. A fresh, new start for us all. They'll be fine with this. Chances are Junior already knows." Rick chuckled.

Michonne groaned, tickling him all the more. "Don't joke about that, Rick."

"What?" He laughed. "He's not clairvoyant, Michonne, he just has good intuition." Rick kissed her forehead and then pulled on his T-shirt. "C'mon, let's get breakfast on and talk to the kids. We got an appointment back in here."

Halfway down the stairs, Michonne stopped. "You smell that?" she asked.

"I do." Rick drew a deep breath, the scent of coffee heavenly. "Looks like someone may have beat you to the punch."

They walked into the kitchen. "Coffee?" Andre said, pouring the fresh brew.

"I'd love some, thanks," Rick said, accepting the extended mug and taking a few swallows.

"M?"

"I'm good," Michonne replied. "You're up early. I had hoped to surprise everyone with a big family breakfast."

"I didn't get much sleep." Andre poured himself some coffee. "All the racket from…" He stopped abruptly, clearing his throat and giving them side eye. "Anyway, I've been up a while." He took a drink.

Rick kissed Michonne's neck. "So have we," he said with a little growl, playing into Andre's shade, much to Michonne's discomfort.

"No kidding," Andre muttered.

Michonne shuddered, causing Rick to bite back a chuckle behind coffee mug. She had been worried about RJ, but seems she should have been more concerned with her oldest, most vocal son. Andre had chosen the main floor primary because it was the largest and only bedroom downstairs, but it also happened to be right beneath the guest suite Rick chose for them after politely refusing Ezekiel's offer of the bedroom. Rick thought Ezekiel was a nice guy, and he liked him fine, but he had no interest in having Michonne's naked aura in the bedroom of a man who had kissed her, friend or not. Andre was only too happy to take it. At least he was yesterday morning. Maybe some food will quash any notions to discuss his fitful night of sleep in more detail, for no other reason than to spare Michonne more discomfort. Rick finished the cup and placed it in the sink.

"It's not going to be a surprise now, but I still want to cook breakfast," Michonne said, rushing over to the fridge in a blatantly obvious attempt to change the subject. "You're a growing boy who loves food, right?"

"Yeah, that's right," Andre said, the little smirk curling the corners of his lips leaving no doubt of his awareness of her angst. "Thanks, M. They aren't lacking for anything here, so I look forward to seeing what you surprise us with." He lowered his mostly full cup to the table. "You and Rick do breakfast, and I'll grab myself a nap."

Michonne set a bowl of eggs on the counter. "Thank you," she said, releasing a grateful breath.

"Hey, Andre," Rick said, stopping his exit. "After breakfast, your mom and I have some big news for you and your brother and sister."

"Big news?" Andre repeated.

Michonne's gaze met Rick's and they shared a smile. "Yeah, it's pretty big stuff," she said.

"Well, I know it's too soon for a pregnancy announcement."

Their smiles grew wider. They hadn't really talked about it, but he definitely wouldn't mind having another baby. One he and Michonne could actually raise from infancy into adulthood together. Appeared she was fine with the idea, too.

"It's not a baby announcement, not yet," Rick answered, "and that's the only clue you're getting until Judith and RJ are with us. Speaking of your brother, did you happen to mention anything about what happened in the Republic to him?"

"No," Andre answered flatly. "Why would I do that?"

"To Judith, either?" Michonne added. "Something he could have overheard?"

"I haven't talked about this to either of them. I don't want to think about it. Why would I mention this to them?"

"Something happened last night."

Andre rolled his eyes. "Duh?"

"With RJ," Michonne clarified.

"He saw what happened with you and Pride," Rick explained. "Described it perfectly. Down to Hatton rolling around on the floor."

Andre's eyes widened. "What?"

"I was in his room checking on him before heading to bed, and he woke up from a dream."

"He dreamed about that?"

"Yeah. He also said he had a feeling he should be around the pond where I found him."

"This is crazy. Sorta like what…" Andre sighed. "That guy Morgan. Is this about that? The cell stuff and talk of immortality?"

"Maybe," Michonne said, glancing over at Rick. "We really don't know, but we think it's best to not mention any of it to them for now. Just keep a watchful eye on things."

"Fine with me. I won't say a word."

"Say a word about what?" asked Judith, entering the kitchen with RJ following behind.

"The wedding," RJ divulged, taking a seat at the table.

Rick blinked. He'd been joking with Michonne about RJ knowing, but he really did know...again. Feeling her eyes on him, Rick could only shrug. What could he say?

Andre turned to Rick and Michonne. "Wedding?" he mouthed.

"Who's getting married?" Judith asked.

"Mommy and Daddy, and we're moving," RJ announced.

Michonne tapped Rick's chest. She wanted to handle this explanation, which meant getting far away from any talk of cell structure and RJ's feelings. Rick was fine with that. He was becoming as worried about RJ as Michonne was before. Maybe RJ overheard them talking, but somehow Rick knew it wasn't that simple, and it was more than just intuition.

"This was going to be a surprise we were sharing after breakfast, but your little brother must've heard us talking," Michonne said, looking at RJ.

"Sorry," RJ mumbled.

"It's okay, sweetie. We just wanted to tell you this news all at once. Reuniting with Rick and finding Andre, all of us being together as a family, we have decided to renew our vows and start someplace fresh. It's called Eden. It's a great community in Delaware with wonderful schools. You will love it there." She sighed, her gaze darting from one child to the next. "I know this may be a surprise, but we really want to do this."

"We do," Rick reinforced.

Judith smiled. "Being together is all that matters, Mom," she said. "I'm fine with moving. Being together, someplace new." Her eyes brightened. "Sounds exciting."

"So long as my room is in a quiet corner, I'm good," Andre added.

"I would love a new school," said RJ. "My school is too easy."

Rick and Michonne shared a look. "We'll be sure to find a school that challenges you, Junior," Rick replied.

"Junior?" Andre and Judith remarked.

"Hey! Only Daddy can call me that," RJ explained to his siblings.

"Listen to him, it is just for me," Rick stated emphatically. "No one else."

"Not even me," Michonne shared.

"Fine, fine, enough about the name we can't say and school," Judith said. "You're having a wedding!"

"Yeah, I want to give your mom the splashy wedding we didn't have before." Rick smacked a loud kiss to Michonne's cheek. "Splashy and soon. We want you all to be a part of it. Are you're interested?"

Following enthusiastic agreement, hugs, and a delicious breakfast, Andre left for a nap and Judith went to Aaron's to hang out with Gracie. "I'm sorry I told the surprise," RJ readily said when they were alone in the kitchen. "It slipped out, I promise."

Rick pulled out a chair for Michonne and took the seat beside her. "Junior, we're not upset with you, we just want to understand how you knew about it. Did you hear us talking?"

RJ shook his head. "I know that's what Mama said, but I didn't. It's like before, Daddy. I just had a feeling."

"Sweetie," Michonne covered RJ's hand. "How do you know your feelings are right? Does something happen before you get these feelings?"

"No," he said softly, shaking his head. "It just happens. I didn't know I was gonna say a wedding was the surprise until I said it. I kinda knew you were talking about the dream I had about Andre, and you didn't want Judith to know or be worried. So, when Judith asked the question, the wedding and moving just came out. I don't know how. I just knew. Am I doing something wrong, Mama?"

Michonne pulled RJ into a hug. "No, baby, no. We just want to understand what's going on." She pulled back, staring into his eyes and stroking his curly hair. "Are you feeling sick at all?"

"Uh-uh. I don't get sick. I am sleepy."

"Sleepy?"

"I couldn't stay asleep last night. I kept seeing something I didn't understand. There was a bed."

Rick's eyes widened. He didn't want to think that… The horrified look on Michonne's face said she was thinking exactly what he didn't want to think. "Junior, we can talk about this later," he suggested. "You go on back to bed and get some rest."

"I want to tell you about my dream. I need you and Mommy to help me understand."

Michonne groaned. "RJ, please, we can't talk about this right now."

"Why are you and Daddy worried about the surprise? The surprise made you happy. It's over and you're still happy. I want to talk about Carl, so I can understand and go to sleep."

Rick blinked. "Carl? This is about Carl?"

"I saw him on a bed. He was sleeping, but he didn't look right. Not like in the pictures. He looked older. There was hair on his face and a black patch on his eye like in the drawing Judith did when she was little." RJ's face scrunched. "What does that mean? Why did I see that?"

The sting of tears burned Rick's eyes. He didn't know what to say. Maybe RJ had a gift of seeing the recent past and what could have been the future. In this moment, Rick wished he had RJ's confounding gift. To catch a glimpse of what Carl would've looked like as a grown man, if only in a dream.

Michonne took Rick's hand a gave it a much-needed supportive squeeze. "I think I might understand your dream, RJ," she said, getting Rick's attention as much as she did their son's. He didn't know what to think, and if Michonne had a clue, he was more than ready to hear it. "Remember when Daddy and I were talking to you last night?"

RJ nodded.

"Well, we mentioned how you and Carl both loved reading Invincible. And somehow, you knew about Daddy and me having a wedding and the family moving to Eden. About our future. Those things came together last night. Carl and the future. He was on your mind last night, so you dreamed about him. Something in your heart that comes to your mind."

Rick smiled. Michonne was brilliant. Of course that explained it. "Your mom is right, Junior," he echoed. "That's why you had the dream. Carl and the future were on your mind."

Acceptance slowly erased the uncertainty in RJ's brown eyes. "Okay. I guess that's it. Thanks, Mama." RJ gave her a hug and put his hand on Rick's shoulder. "I hope my dream didn't make you sad, Daddy."

"No, son, it didn't." Rick kissed his cheek. "You get some sleep."

With a nod, RJ left.

"Rick." Michonne slid onto his lap and brought him into her arms.

"I still miss him, Michonne," he said, tucking his face in the crook of her neck. "It's been so long. I've gotten used to the pain, I can think of him and feel happy, but I miss him."

"I know. Me, too." She cupped Rick face, her beautiful eyes holding his. "I miss his presence, his laugh, his goodness, but he is still with us, Rick. Nothing is going to change that." She smiled. "I see a lot of him in RJ and Judith."

"Yeah, yeah. What do you think is going on with RJ? All of this, huh?"

Michonne shrugged and touched her forehead to his. "I don't know, but, Rick, when he mentioned seeing Carl older, that has been the one time I wished, and I know we supposedly have something happening, but I wished I had whatever this is he has."

"You read my mind." He pecked her lips. "I felt the same way. You know, we're gonna have to tell him about this. About the cell structure and everything else Morgan said. It's likely he knows, but doesn't understand."

"I know." She nodded. "We have to tell him, but after the wedding and we're settled into Eden, okay?"

"Yeah." Rick sighed, returning Michonne into his embrace. "He saw him, Michonne. He saw Carl."

"He saw Carl."

"I can't believe this, Grace." Morgan dragged his shaky hands over his face. "I don't – I don't know how this is even possible."

"You know how," she answered, massaging his shoulders. "The science was…"

"Science!" Morgan snapped. "I'm sorry, Grace." He kissed her hands. "I'm just – I'm tired and so confused."

Morgan hadn't left the room since he walked in over eight hours ago. Grace had reached him through the Republic communications, insisting he return home. She didn't say why, but she had insisted. He recalled their conversation when he arrived home earlier this morning.

"Grace?" Morgan dropped his backpack on the couch and headed toward the bedroom.

In the middle of calling out for Grace one more, she hastened out of the spare bedroom and into the dimly lit hall. She gave him a quick hug and kissed his cheek. "I'm so glad you're here," she said, rubbing his chest.

"The way you sounded didn't leave me with much choice. You had Mo spend the night with a friend?"

"Yeah. I thought it was best." She led him into the room and stopped outside the door. "I was outside the gates, looking for some herbs, when this man stumbled out of the woods. He was dirty, tired, but there was a look. Fear and loss were staring back at me, but there was also gentleness." Tears filled her eyes. "It broke my heart. He didn't say anything, but I knew he needed help."

"You're telling me you brought some dirty, strange mute here?" His wife had a kind heart, and she believed in nature being a cure for everything, so her search for herbs was a regular occurrence, no matter where they lived. However, she had never brought any strangers home, no matter how pitiful. "Grace?" He reached for the door, but she blocked him.

"Let me finish." Grace brushed away her tears. "I don't think he's mute, he's just quiet and introspective."

Morgan rolled his eyes.

"I was never afraid, and I would never just bring anyone home. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but once I got him here, and he cleaned up, I found out he was hurt. Something or someone hurt him so badly."

"What are you talking about?"

Grace exhaled sharply. "He was shot and…"

"And?" The hesitation in her presenting this worried him. "Grace, what?"

"Morgan, he has a pretty substantial scar on his side. It appears to be an old bite mark."

"As in walker bite?" he asked. "Grace, that's impossible."

"You would think so, but the research I've been involved with these last many weeks has expanded my reach on what's possible and impossible."

Morgan grunted. He couldn't argue with that. "Point taken."

"Look, I can't be one hundred percent certain, but bites aren't something people see of lot of these days. Not on living people. So, yeah, I am thinking walker bite."

Morgan nodded. That would explain why she called him home and had Mo stay at a friend's, but why would she keep the man here with that knowledge? "What aren't you saying?"

"There is something about this man. He's young, but he has been through so much. He hasn't said a word in the hours he's been here. Then again, he has been sleeping for the most part. He hasn't moved since he got in that bed."

"Alright." Morgan reached for the doorknob.

Grace hissed. "One more thing. When I said he was shot, I am not talking about through and throughs in the shoulder. Morgan, he shouldn't be alive. He just shouldn't. That's why I needed you home. Something is going on with him. I had to help him. You are someone who has been hurt and lost and have felt the sting of these things. I needed for you to be here with me and for him."

"Hey." He kissed her softly. "I'm here. I can't promise anything, Grace, but I trust you, even though this is questionable, and I will do what I can."

"I'm going to put on some tea. I think it's going to be a long night."

"Sounds good." Morgan walked into the room. Two small lanterns provided dim but sufficient light to the space. He made his way over to the bed. The man was in a very deep sleep. A dark beard covered his face, but there was something... A breath lodged in Morgan's throat. He stumbled back against the door. Shaken to his very core. "Good Lord."

From that moment, he had been in a perpetual state of shock. He stared at the bed and questioned how he could be seeing what he saw. This wasn't educated speculation. What he saw was real. Warm, breathing, albeit barely perceptibly, and sleeping.

"This isn't science, Grace. This is something beyond a miracle. Rick's son: a teenager bitten by a walker, shot in the head at his own hand, and buried by his parents is now a man sleeping in our house. How in the hell is this possible? How is Carl alive?"

A/N: I was never okay with Carl's death. It was absolutely ridiculous and it never made a lick of sense. Thank goodness for fan fiction to correct grievous errors. Stay with me if you can. More explanations are coming.

~Thanks for reading!~