𝙇𝘼 𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼
Bonnie Everett's life was already hard, from balancing her four year old, an on and off boyfriend, to serving pancakes from nine to three and standing behind a bar from six to eleven. It didn't get any easier when she overturne...
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"WHO ARE YOU?"
Bonnie sighed, her body easing into the couch. "I thought Rick already told you."
The first sleepless night in Alexandria had already passed and Deanna had finally called Bonnie in, for her so called "talk". Rick already warned her about the camera that faced her, but that didn't make it any less weird for Bonnie.
"Yes, he told me about you, about your boys." Deanna looked as if she was staring right trough her, which Bonnie did not like. "What I'm asking is, who really are you, Bonnie Everett?"
Fine, if she wanted to go the deep way about it, Bonnie will play along.
"I am a protector." Bonnie straightened, her act not so really far fetched. "I'd do anything to protect my family."
"I could see that about you, right as you walked trough that door." Deanna's voice was hopeful. "You're a fierce woman."
Once upon a time, Bonnie had scraped up enough money to visit a therapist, this felt awful a lot like that time.
"You shouldn't be underestimated, and i don't, that is - underestimate you." The woman rested her palms on her knee. "That's why you and your people are a great fit for Alexandria."
"I hope you're right." Bonnie simply replied. She did hope.
"We're almost always here after school, so you can come by anytime." Ron said to Carl.
"You go to school?" Carl asked, surprise in his voice.
Jackie followed Carl, not particularly listening to Ron, just wanting to stick with his friend.
"It's in a garage." Ron explained. "Uh, little kids go in the morning," His eyes shot down to Jackie. "And then it's us in the afternoon." He gestured to Carl and himself.
Jackie caught the remark - "little kids". "I'll come too, right?" He looked up to Carl.
Ron ignored him. "Actually, we don't invite kids up here." He spoke, as if Jackie wasn't even here.
"He's cool." Carl looked down at the glaring boy, he knew the storm of creative curse words already forming in Jackie's head. "Right?"
Jackie sneered. "Yeah, cool."
"Fine." Ron dismissed and lead them further down the hall.
They entered a bedroom, where a boy sat staring down a working TV and a girl who lay on bed reading a comic book.
"Guys, this is Carl." Ron introduced, and them pointed down towards Jackie, "And this is, uh..."
"Jackie." Carl said, while Jackie was too busy staring at the TV.
