"Why do you care?"
"Because you let me. No one's let me care for them before...but you did."
"I've never allowed anyone to care for me before you showed up."
"Well..."
"I suppose we're in similar predicaments."
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A Carl Grimes/Walking Dead F...
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"Hey, everyone?" Maggie calls out as she cautiously steps into the structure after me. Sasha slowly lowers her gun as Aaron and herself follows us into the barn.
After a minute of silent debating, the three of us determined the man was alone, decently safe, and easy to kill if any ambush was planned. So, we decided to bring him back to Rick and the rest of the group.
The group attentively looks over and immediately jumps at the sight of a stranger meandering inside.
"This is Aaron." I murmur quietly as Daryl pushes past me in order to scan the area outside, most likely to make sure the stranger is truly on his own. The rest of the group rushes towards us and eyes up Aaron defensively.
Carl rushes over to me as I lean back on one of the barn doors.
"Maia?" He questions with panic as he grapples onto one of my hands.
I smile and give his calloused yet warm hand a squeeze. "It's okay. I actually have faith in him." A smile spreads across my lips and a worried Carl mimics it before rushing back to take Judith from his dads arms.
"We met him outside, we already took his weapons and his gear, he's alone as far as know." Sasha says factually.
Noah slowly meanders over to me, cocking an eyebrow upwards, to which I just shrug with a blank expression.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you." Aaron states with his hands still raised. Daryl walks in quickly from outside and immediately begins to pat down the man, despite us having said that all his weapons and gear is in our possession.
"He has a camp nearby, he wants us to come along to see it and maybe considering joining it." Maggie says to the group and Aaron nods alongside her, his hands still raised slightly.
"It's a community, not so much a camp." He speaks with such seriousness and in a way that makes me believe he's rehearsed this spiel before. "But it's not my call. Sasha can you hand Rick my pack?" The man nods over to the woman and she nods lightly, reaching behind her and handing a bag to Rick.
The leader dives into the bag and fishes out any supplies contained in it. Eventually, he grasps an envelope tightly in his hands, sliding black and white pictures out.
"I knew just talking about it wouldn't be enough, so I wanted to bring evidence, proof, if you will." Aaron says. "I apologize for the photo quality; the camera we found was in an old store-"
"Yeah, no one gives a shit." Daryl grunts and meanders over to Rick.
The bearded man passes the large photographs around the room to each individual, allowing them to get a good view. Noah passes me a photo of what appears to be walls supported by wooden beams as Aaron speaks again.
