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eight.

"Grimes?"
He sneers.
"Rick's son rooming with my boy? Fuck that."

"Daddy, we've only known them for fifteen minutes and you've already been put in timeout."

"I don't like the way they run things."

"You have a problem with authority."
Carter sighs, running the comb through my hair.
"Always, Shane, always."

"Queen doesn't know what the fuck he's doing."
Daddy rolls his eyes.
"He's a goddamn mess."

"I like him."
I say.
"He's cute, too."

"Someone's got a crush, Shane, you better watch out."

"You talk to me and Carter only, boy, you hear me?"
The man orders.
"No one else, ya keep your head down."

"Yes, sir."
I sigh, fiddling my thumbs as Carter finishes.

"Where's Buttons?"

"The fuck is Buttons?"

"Sage's teddy bear."
Carter says, looking around.
"The one you gave him when he was little."

"That thing?"
Daddy furrows his eyebrows.
"The mint scented one?"

"Yes."
I nod.

"Ain't even realise you still had it."

"That's because you don't listen."
Carter sighs.
"Found him."

"I listen, Szekely."

"Hardly."
He mutters, rolling the sheets back.
"In bed, little man. Your dad and I've got business to handle."

Nodding, I get in bed and snuggle up with Buttons before Carter pulls the covers over my body.

"Are you gonna kiss him?"
I whisper, grinning.

"You know, I might."
He smiles.
"Goodnight, buddy, I love you."

"I love you, Carter."

When the man walks over to daddy, he nudges him with his elbow.
"Go tuck him in."

"He's fifteen."

"I don't care."

Daddy walks over and sits on the edge of the bed, patting my head. He smelled like aftershave and spearmint, which for some reason, made me want to giggle.

"Don't give up the bed for him."
He says.
"You are a strong, independent young man who does not need some bratty ass kid to come shit on your day."

"Yes, sir."

"Stab 'em in the balls if he starts to act fresh."
He nods.
"You know the drill."

"Mr. Negan taught me."
I say.

"Goodnight, bubba. I will see you first thing in the mornin', okay?"