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stats : 2 and a half months later GREY KINGSTON
"dude, you suck!" carl laughs, picking up the hacky sack that fell to the ground.
"this basketball hoop sucks!" i argue.
the thing is made out of plastic, probably manufactured about 10 years ago. rick and daryl found it on a run a couple weeks ago. the ball constantly hitting the wall has become a nuisance to everyone living in this house, but our excuse is that it's physical therapy for carl.
rick and daryl have taken over supply runs for a bit. a lot needed to be fixed up in alexandria after everything that happened. it's taken awhile to recover from the infestation of the quarry walkers, but we've managed.
glenn made his way back to maggie in an emotional reunion as she surprised him with the fact that she's pregnant—they surprised all of us later.
there's been no sign of anymore wolves, or any new threats for that matter.
spencer is just as cold as he's always been, but more so now that his mother has passed. i try to keep an eye on him when i can, worried that he'll snap one of these days and do something stupid, again, like how he gunned down rick.
one of these nights, a new face showed up outside of our gates. carl was on the watch dock waiting for his father and daryl to come back when he spotted the guy and let him in—after asking three famous questions first.
his name is siddiq, he said he was a resident before all this and knows medicine well. rick wasn't too happy about that, telling carl we can't just let anybody into our home, but carl told me he had a good feeling about siddiq and that's why he did it. so far, it seems carl's intuition about this man was correct.
"hey," rick peeks his head in the room. "daryl's here so we're headin' out soon. you guys want us to look for anythin' specific?"
"toothpaste!" michonne yells from down the hall. "i'm out!"
"toothpaste, got it." rick smiles.
"i'm good." carl shakes his head as he continues to throw the hacky sack around.
"can you look for cereal? the kind with the little marshmallows?" i ask.
"sure."
"or wait, maybe just marshmallows."
"marshmallows?" rick furrows his eyebrows. "that's what you want over anythin' else?"
i nod my head with a smile.
"toothpaste and marshmallows, all right. as soon as i get it, you will."
"bye, dad!" carl smiles.
"i'm comin' out, wanna say hi to daryl real quick." i tell rick.
