EPISODE FIFTEEN "if you don't fight, you die" SEASON 5
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GREY KINGSTON
"hey," rick's voice travels down the staircase. "you seen carl around?"
my eyes flick over to his from where i'm sitting in the kitchen, "he's with ron and enid. passed them on my way back from deanna's."
"how'd that go?" he asks, stopping at the foot of the stairs.
"fine, i guess. she asked me what happened, wanted all the details, recorded it, and then told me i could leave."
rick lets out a sigh as he watches his feet tap against the hardwood floor with each step closer to me, "last night—" he shakes his head.
"i know." i say quickly. "i shouldn't have pushed him like that, i made it worse."
"nah, i would've done the same thing." he says. "that man has no shame showing up outside of our gates when we all know what he did."
"you think they'll come back like they said they would?" i ask before i sink my teeth into the red apple i'm snacking on.
"if they do, they're gonna want to come in these walls. it'll make everyone here not like us even more, draggin' in strangers they wouldn't have had to deal with if it weren't for us being here."
"yeah," i sigh, hopping off the barstool to discard the rind of my apple. "at least deanna seems to like us the most ... and she runs this place."
"i'm worried about carl. his initial response to last night was to—" he shakes his head as his eyes remain glued to the floor. "and what kind of influence am i on him if i have the same thoughts?"
i look at rick with sympathy in my eyes, "you both care about the people you love. you're determined to keep them safe. things aren't the way they used to be, you're evolving with the world and if that's how it's gonna be from now on, then so be it."
he closes his eyes as i run my fingers over his cheekbones, his skin soft beneath my fingertips, "i know it's not what you want, but at least you know you're raising him to be strong."
he lets out a long sigh as he pulls me into his chest, "am i even raising him anymore? he's sixteen, mastered the use of shooting a gun, and sneaks out at night to be with a girl."
my laugh is muffled against his clothed, muscular bicep, "of course you are."
he pulls away from the hug and looks down at me, "you all right?"
