"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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I stayed the night at Carl's house last night since Daryl was going to be watching Jesus in our house and didn't think it would be safe if I was there. I didn't mind though I liked sleeping over at Carl's when I did it was some of the best sleep I had. Even though we didn't sleep in the same bed or anything I enjoyed his company near me. I craved it day by day. It was early morning as I woke up to Carl putting on his grey shirt.
"Morning." He muttered sensing my stare.
"Morning." I smiled.
"Sleep well?" He asked looking back at me.
"Yeah. Did you?" I asked as I started to get out of bed walking up to him.
"It was great." He mumbled as he kept his eyes on mine.
"Are we going to talk about...that night?" I asked nervously as he stayed silent taken back by my question.
"Did you hear that?" He asked trying to change the subject.
"Carl, I'm being serious," I said annoyed.
"Yeah me too, did you hear that?" He said annoyed as another thud was heard.
"Is Rick and Michonne up?" I whispered.
"No, it's still pretty early." He replied as he grabbed his gun from his nightstand before walking out of the room as I followed curiously.
I found Jesus sitting on the staircase holding a painting that was on the wall in his hands as he examined it.
"What the hell are you doing in our house?" Carl said pointing the gun at the man's head.
"I'm, uh, sitting up on the steps looking at this painting, waiting for your mom and dad to get dressed," Jesus said nonchalantly as Carl and I looked at each other in confusion. "Hi, I'm Jesus."
Suddenly Rick's bedroom door opened making Carl and I turn our heads. Rick walked out shirtless staring at the boy and me as Michonne stood closely behind him embarrassed.
"Carl, hey, um..." Rick studdered speechless as Carl and I looked in shock as the front door opened.
Daryl, Glenn, Maggie, and Abraham came upstairs holding their guns at Jesus as he continued to stay still on the steps.
"It's- It's okay." Michonne studdered as she walked over to the stair railing to see everyone in complete shock as they continued to point their guns at the man.
"You said we should talk. So let's talk." Rick said nonchalantly as he put on his shirt.
We call walked downstairs and sat or stood around the dining room table for a meeting almost I sat close to Carl as Carl analyzed Jesus carefully. I couldn't help but stare at the boy beside me. God, he was so pretty, ethereal. Carl noticed as he glanced over at me trying to hide his smile as if he could read my mind almost.
