The Walking Dead

Ch47 Reckoning

Carl's POV

"Why don't you just go to sleep now?" Dad said and I gave him an awkward look. "Dad, it's like 6pm." I said as I scratched my neck.

"You know that when you're still a kid, Lori used to make you go to sleep at noon after an hour you ate lunch every weekends..." Dad trailed off and, suddenly, something came in my thoughts. "Okay." I said as I rushed upstairs.

I tiptoed to Rory's room without any sound.

I saw her lying down. Facing back. She's in a deep sleep like a rock super glued to the ground.

I silently walked towards the bed and placed my nose on her neck, smelling her scent that's fresh from her bath a few minutes ago... God! I talk like a werewolf or something... She shook a bit so I thought that she liked it. I moved to her ear and whispered "I Love You" 

"WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING?!" she suddenly faced to me. She wasn't shouting or anything. She was just surprised. I thought she's asleep. I suddenly turned red which is intensely visible to my face. I never felt so embarrassed like this before. "I-I-I th-thought your asleep." I finally said.

"So what you mean is that everytime I'm asleep, you'll always nuzzle my neck or something or whisper me some things?" She said and she looked a bit pissed or happy or shy. I don't know!

"I ain't mad, Carl." She said as she kneeled on the bed and moved towards me. With her wearing my washed science dog shirt, it just makes me happy seeing her with it. She leaned towards me and kissed me sweetly.  She slowly pulled away and whispered "I Love You Too" I blushed at her words as she stood up and faced me as she held her hand to me so she can help me stand up. I held on her hands and as I stood up, I wrapped my arms around her.

We headed downstairs and I saw Michonne and dad talking. Dad and Michonne looked at me and looked at Rory without her even noticing it. Dad raised an eyebrow at us and faced back to Michonne. Dad shook his shoulders as if he's telling Michonne to leave us be.

Rory and I headed outside the cabin towards the swing that she used to sit in. The surrounding isn't that dark. The candles inside the house is actually giving us a little light. The full moon too.

The wind's actually cold and it's a good thing that I brung my jacket and Rory also brung her leather jacket. Her jacket is actually way much cooler than mine. Her jacket's color black and has a logo of a red hawk on the back while her name's written on the front that has the initials of T.R.H. What does the 'T' mean?

Rory sat on the swing and I walked behind her and gently pushed her. 

"Where's Max?" She asked me as she started to tie her hair. "He's inside your dad's room. I actually locked him up there. Is it okay?" I said. "I was planning about that too." She said.

"Rory, for years that we know each other. What does the letter T means on your jacket?" I asked her. "T means trainee." She said. "So, it ain't a part of your name?" I asked while laughing a bit. I mean look, who would name their kid "Trainee"? Right? 

"You got a problem with Trainee?" She asked me. "No, I mean who would name their kid Trainee?" I said as I continued on pushing her and I started to laugh. "My Parents." She said coldly and my laughing stopped. "Are you embarrassed about my name?" She asked me as she stopped the swing on her own. 

"No, I just-" Oh God! I'm starting to panic. What if she breaks up with me again? What if she will leave us? What if- 

Rory suddenly laughed. "You should've seen your face." She laughed out she tried to catch her own breath. I froze and I looked at her. She was still laughing hard. "That's enough." I said as I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her up high.