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12. visitation

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"Maggie means everything to me"

It's been two days since I went on a walk with Carl, and I've actually been leaving my house more often.

Yesterday Rick came to see me, with Carl and Michonne and few other people, of course.

"It's time to discus what to do with you." He said, I stared at him.

Weirdly, I'm not scared that he's gonna kick me out. If he does, I'll go to Hilltop and see if Maggie hates me or not. If she does, I'll walk into the woods and let a walker bite me.

Sounds like a decent plan.

"We've been doing a lot of talking and we decided you can stay." Michonne said, I glanced at Carl to see if it was legit, he was smiling so I'm guessing it is.

"Even if you are in hoax with your father," Rick started, my smile dropped. He honestly believes that? "You will be a valid resource agaisnt him. And we are going agaisnt him." He said, glaring at me.

I scoffed, "He killed Glenn, and you still think I would associate myself with him? Let alone be in hoax with him?" I said, Rick said nothing. "He could've killed Maggie. Maggie means everything to me, I would never put her in danger."

"And you know that. I would never put Carl or Enid in danger, or Judith." I said, now I was the one glaring at him.

Carl walked next to me and grabbed my arm. "What she is trying to say is she has nothing to do with him, but I think you already knew that, dad." Carl said, staring at his father.

Rick stared at Carl for a second before breaking the eye contact with his son and looking down at me.

"Yeah, I know. I was just saying 'if'." He said, taking a glance at Michonne and then exiting my house, leaving Carl and I all alone.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't glad he let me stay.

Although I would be happier if Maggie was here.

Enid has been staying with me every night, just to keep me company. I'm not complaining, it feels nice not to be alone.

I had the realization that when I am alone, I get really nervous and paranoid. I don't really know why. Trauma? I don't know, I'm not a therapist or anything.

The one good thing that has happening in the past few weeks is people don't side-eye me everytime I leave my house.

A lot of people still do, of course. Rosita still can't fully look in my eyes without snarling at me. I can't say I blame her, but still.

"Hey!" Enid said as she runs up to me.

I'm currently walking down the street, not for a specific reason, just to think.

Enid and I have gotten a lot closer in the past week. We've always been close ever since we first met, but being home alone together every single night has really stitched us together, we're basically attached at the hip nowadays.

"Hey." I said, sending her a friendly smile.

Once she reached me, she quickly changed her pace to match mine. "What are you doing?" She asked me, looking behind me at the group of adults glaring at me as we walk down the street.