Are we really living?//TWD

EIGHT

"What's your thing with the Governor?" Michonne asks I'm trying to get along with her but she is making that incredibly impossible.

"I prefer not so say I just want to kill the bastard" I say honestly. We're trying to think of a way to kill the governor when I say 'were' I mean the council and I.
"And I need for his death to be painful" I say and everyone is eying me.

"Why? And you will answer" Rick says and I sigh.

"Me and my family were living on our own surviving as usual then we come across a town Woodbury we thought is was safe for our baby but then she had told me that he was raping her" I say and everyone's face softens.
"I asked how long and she said a couple of times and she said that she wanted us to stay, to survive I wanted to kill the bastard in his sleep but she said to just hit the road" I say finishing with a breathy laugh.

"She?" Michonne questions I nod. We all sit in silence for minute.

"I can help you fight for this place" I say honestly.

"We don't know how much we trust you already" Rick says and I understand.

"Do you think you even have a choice?" I say in a low tone and he groans in response.

Later that day everyone was scared as shit, I fed Judith then she fell asleep for the night.

Carl had asked if I could teach him some italian so I'm teaching him a bit while I was braiding his hair into a small tail under all of his fluff.

Then I see Rick with all of the guns laid out on a table including mine, I am sure as hell I am getting my things.

I walk over to the table and I start putting my belt full of weapons on my waist while he's staring at me in shock.

"If I am going to war with you, a solder always needs her weapons right?" I say sarcastically. I put my handgun back on my calf, my knifes, and my machete.

And if he dared to stop me I would have a whole argument with him, I might even bitch slap him.

I was sharpening my machete when someone sat beside me. I lool over and it's Carl with a worried look.

"cosa c'è che non va piccolo guerriero?
(Whats wrong little warrior?)" I ask him, then I stop sharpening my machete.

"I'm scared that when he comes back I might lose people I care about....again" he says with his voice breaking.

I put down my weapon and I pull his head onto my shoulder, the he wraps his arms around my torso and we both engulf each other into a hug.

His hat falls to the floor and I brush his hair back trying to calm him. I hear him crying into my shirt.

"I-I don't want to lose my dad, Michonne even......you" he says and that made me smile, them I hug him more tightly. I close my eyes savoring the moment.

"We all will be fine even better than fine okay? We are going to kick his ass and you are going to kick ass" I say and he pulls away from me with a small smile.

I wipe away his tears under his eyes with my thumb as I smile also.