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Ricks POV
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"Um... Uggg Hey dad." Carl said still hugging that girl.
"Carl, we need to talk. Now." He slowly got up and walked to me. '' everyone else, leave her alone, get out! "
They all started to walk out. I closed and locked the cell door behind us.
" we'll be back in a second," I told her then walked away, "lets go carl."
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Carls POV
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He looked pissed.
"ya dad, whats up?"
"Carl, who is that girl?"
"Her name is Ilisa, she has no family. i was going to ask your permission, I swear but,.. "
"But what Carl? you know we cant have anymore people! Remember what I said, back at the farm?"
"Ya dad, you said,......no more,..."
"kid stuff, No more kid stuff. you need to think Carl, we cant afford to have another person here. People here are sick, and hungry as is, we cant handle anyone else. "
" Dad, I know, and im sorry, but please, please let her stay."
" What is this carl? Why is this girl so important to you?"
" I just,........ just let her stay."
" Whats your problem, you like her or something?" I blushed a little. " you do like her, God, Carl! We can just keep a girl because you have a little crush." he yelled. I looked back at my cell hoping she couldnt hear us.
"Dad, " I took a deep breath, trying to relax. He just doesn't get it. I lost it and started yelling,
" you had mom. Maggie has Glenn. You, Machonne, carol and Daryl. All you guys are the same age you all have each other. Hershel and Beth have each other .Sasha, Tyrese, they have each other. I don't have anyone. Yeah I love these people and I know they're here for me and I'm here for them too, but there's no one here my age no one I can really talk to. As of now Machonne is my best friend, but its not like she's my age, its not like she understands. I need someone dad, I need someone my own age who understands. Someone I can talk to, somebody that I can just have. somebody who gets me, Dad. I need a friend."
my dads face was pale, and he was silent for a few seconds. then he begain to talk.
"Carl, you have friends, there are kids here your age."
" Ya dad, and all of them are bat crap crazy, or scared. im not like these kids. Can I still even be identified as a kid anymore? Ilisa has had to live out there. Shes not scared, she gets it, and I need that."
