"Do you know how easy it would be for me to kill you right now?"
♤in which a boy's mercy prevails over his wrath.
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[starting season: end of 3]
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As Rick started to laugh Carl and I looked at each other concerned.
"What do you mean it's for us?" I questioned while looking through the peephole. It was Michonne, she was alive. I looked back at Carl smiling.
"Help me move the couch," I demanded as all three of us pushed it away from the door. I ran to the door to open it first.
As I opened it I saw Michonne almost in tears giving me a smile. I quickly hugged her. "I missed you so much," I said as she hugged me as a family member would.
"I missed you too." She replied as a tear dropped from her brown eyes. I stopped hugging her to have Carl say hi to her. He stood in shock and went over to hug her as well. I definitely think Carl saw Michonne as a mother figure. No one would ever replace his birth mom I understand that but Michonne was definitely a good motherly figure to have. It lasted a while longer as they murmured things to each other.
"You guys should eat," Rick said while sitting on the couch.
I walked over to the kitchen grabbing three bowls and some cereal. I poured each bowl with some cereal while grabbing a bottle of water if anyone preferred water with their cereal instead of just dry cereal. I preferred dry I hated the thought of eating cereal with water. I went to the dining room table to place the food as Michonne and Carl started to take their seat. I sat across from Carl as Michonne was in the middle.
"Do you have something to say about my extremely comfortable and attractive shirt?" Michonne questioned as she saw Carl chuckling as she walked into the room.
"No, no, no. It looks great." He replied defending himself. I even started to laugh a bit noticing Michonne was missing a spot. "You actually uh missed a..." I said pointing at her missing a part of the button. She quickly fixed it before sitting down.
"I wish we had some soy milk," Michonne stated before taking a bite of the cereal.
"Seriously?" Carl questioned giving a disapproving face.
"What do you mean soy milk is good," I argued back.
"Have you ever tried it?" Michonne asked as Carl still had his disapproving face.
"My best friend in third grade, he allergic to dairy. And every day he would bring this soy stuff to lunch. I tried it." Carl replied explaining his story in detail.
"And?" Michonne questioned.
"I threw up." He replied laughing.
"No you didn't shut up," I replied.
"All right, all right. I almost threw up. But I was like, ugh. It was so gross." He said laughing while being dramatic. "I mean, literally, I would rather have powdered milk than have to drink that stuff again. I would rather have Judith's formula--" He regretted saying. I noticed to boys deminer changed after he said that. It was empty silence from everybody.
