A Dream I Had

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KATRINA'S POV:

As Rick made his way back to the living room, everyone following, I noticed that the next cycle had finished. I stayed behind to switch loads over, but this time actually doing something other than Carl's old shirts. I shut the laundry room door and changed into one of the clean shirts. Oh, the variety I had to pick from. Sarcasm, obviously. They're all the same color. I picked up a random one, it had a deer head on the back and a pocket on the front. I didn't pay too much attention so I wasn't sure what it said exactly. After starting the second load in the drier, I walked out of the laundry room and headed upstairs to get everyone's clothes to wash. I grabbed mine and Carl's clothes from his room before heading back downstairs.

"Hey, I'm gonna continue cleaning some clothes so if anyone has anything they want washed feel free to bring it in here." I announced to the room full of people. Dean finally came down from his nap as I was offering this to everyone.

"What do you mean you're washing clothes?" He asked, still half asleep.

"I don't feel like explaining how again but the washing machine is working. Feel free to bring me all your clothes and I can wash them." I smiled and he looked confused but nodded.

"Daryl, do you mind taking her my duffle bag? I don't wanna wake Judith." I heard Carol from her rocking chair.

"Yeah." He responded and immediately got up. Soon, everyone had brought me a bag of clothes and I just tossed them into a pile in the corner. Before I could even start the first load, Carl came walking back in. I looked up at him just to acknowledge the fact that he was there before I continued untangling everyone's things. I figured I would just do each person's clothes in their own load so they didn't get confused. I decided to wash the bags, too, they could use it. I heard him shut the door behind him before leaning against the counter across from me.

"Whatcha doin'?" I asked and laughed a little bit. I thought it was odd that he closed the door and then didn't start a conversation. I figured if he was closing it then he had something he wanted to talk to me about.

"Oh, just watching." He said before walking forward and leaning over the back of the washer. I looked up at him again and just shook my head with a faint smile on my face to make sure he knew I thought he was dumb. "By the way, is that my shirt you got on, Kay?" He cocked his head to the side and smirked.

"What gave it away? The color?" I joked. "Yes, it is. It was clean and I was not so I put it on. Is that a problem?"

"No, not a problem at all. I just think you need to complete the look. You're wearing my shirt so..." He trailed off before taking off his hat and placing it on my head. "You need the hat." He finished and ran his hands through his hair.

"Oh, boy." I adjusted it on my head so that it was comfortable and went about what I was doing. "I feel so honored that I get to wear THE Carl Grimes' signature hat." I said in a sarcastic, fan girly tone. This made both of us laugh.

"Oh shut up, you know it's pretty bad ass."

"I'll give you this much, it's pretty comfortable. I can see why you never take it off." I put my hands up like a surrender.

"Yeahhhh, nice ain't it?" He nodded. "I just figured if you were gonna dress like me then you REALLY needed to dress like me." He looked me up and down. "It's like I have a mini me." He laughed.

"Ew." I joked and took the hat off my head and tossed it toward him. "You can have that back now."

"Aww, c'mon now, you looked cute." He said after catching it. I gave him a disgusted face and he walked toward me, holding the hat out in front of me to take. I did just that and repositioned it on my head.

"You're stubborn, Grimes." I rolled my eyes and finally shut the washer and started it. I went the leave the laundry room and Carl grabbed my arm.

"Where you going, Kay?" He asked me.

"Well I was gonna go get those clothes your dad was talking about while it's still light out. I can keep doing laundry when it's dark. It's starting to get dark earlier."

"I'll go with you."

"You need to stay here." I argued. "Protect your little sister."

"My dad's back. And I was told to protect you, too." He smirked.

"Oh boy, whatever." I rolled my eyes with a slight smile and proceeded out of the laundry room. "Hey, Rick."

"Yeah, kiddo?" Rick responded from the middle of the room.

"Which house was it that had all those clothes?" I asked.

"It was the, um, the Sanderson's old house." He stood up and walked into the kitchen. When he returned he handed me a set of keys. "Take the car. Take Carl, too. He knows which house I'm talking about."

"Cool, thanks." I smiled and then walked upstairs to Carl's room. I put my belt on and strapped the lower piece around my leg before placing my gun and knife in their places. I grabbed Carl's belt also because I knew he would need it. I proceeded to go back down stairs, carrying Carl's belt and weapons. I handed them to him at the bottom of the stairs and he thanked me. After he put everything in its place, I pulled the keys out of my pocket and we made our way outside. Rick and Daryl followed us out and made sure we got in the car safely.