I can't love you too deep

Distance

Carl left the trailer to check out what was happening. Some people seemed to have the same intention, since they were all gathered around the gate. Carl's hand rested on the holster of his weapon, ready to grab it. It was just an instinct, probably not even necessary. But if you have spent years in a world that tries to kill you, you'll never get rid of some habits. And Carl didn't want to. Even though the big war was over, and they had defeated their most dangerous enemy, he knew that the peace could be over every minute. It was like his father had told him years ago: Never let your guards down. You're not safe. They had to learn this the hard way. And Carl would rather run around for nothing with a gun and sleep with an open eye instead of fainting, and then be overrun. Carl looked around as Maggie and Jesus approached the group. Maggie held her stomach, which was now quite large. ,,What's up?" She asked Kal, who was standing at the watchtower. ,,It's a group! Should we let them in?" As soon as he said that,  a voice called from the other side of the gate: ,,Please! My son is hurt! You have to help us!" Maggie's eyes met with Jesus. It seemed like they had a silent conversation. Carl just watched them. Of course, everyone was still suspicious. They had survived too much, had seen too much and had met too many bad people to trust strangers blindly. But if they could really help them, they should. Carl was still struggling with his own thoughts, so he didn't realize a person standing next to him. He turned to the side to see that it was Enid. Of course. She was also in attack position, ready to protect Maggie and the unborn child. With a serious look on her face she stared at the gate, waiting for a comment.

Carl couldn't take his eye from her. She had become this strong, brave woman. Well, she always had been. But now you can see it. The power in her eyes was engrossing. But Enid ignored him. Maggie started moving towards the ladder. Somewhat difficult, probably because of the pregnancy, she climbed up. Rick, who had appeared in the meantime, looked questioningly around in the round. ,,Who are you?" Maggie asks in a loud voice, looking down to the other side of the gate. Carl had problems to understand what the strangers replied. But from what he could hear, there were only three people. And the person who had asked for help, was called Tom. And his son, who was hurt, was either Kyle or Alan. ,,Please! You have to help us!" Someone, probably Tom screamed loud enough, so they could all hear him. Maggie turned around, sharing a look with Rick, than Jesus. She made her decision.

,,We will open the gate and you will give us your weapons. A doctor will check on your son." With that she climbed down and the gate opened. Three men were standing there. Well, two men and one boy. The oldest had a shotgun in his hands, he looked sweaty. The other one assisted the youngest, who was really pale. It reminded Carl of when he and the others had arrived Hilltop after they had lost Alexandria.

Sweat runs down my face and burns in my eye. My clothes stick to my body. I'm so exhausted. I don't know how long ago Daryl had brought us from Alexandria. But it has been a long and painful way. We went through the forest and the swamp to hide from the Saviors. I still can't believe what happened last night. We have lost our home. Everything had gone up in flames. Again. But at least we made it out. Well, not all of us. It's so weird that Morgan is gone. Because he was bit. Just like that. What a ungrateful way to die. I hope Dad is going to be okay. It bothers me that we aren't together right now. But of course, I understand that he has to be with Morgan in his last minutes. He had saved my Dad. And so he's one of the reasons that I'm still alive. Even though it feels like this could change soon. I'm in terrible pain. I got used to the pain in my leg, even if it has affected me greatly on the way. I have slowed down the whole group, because they had to protect me. I hate that. But I can't think of that right now. In my head, it has been terribly spinning for a few minutes. I have trouble walking straight. It hasn't been that bad all the way. First it was just my leg, but from one minute to another it suddenly got worse. I started to sweat, but also to freeze. This is probably not good. But I have to keep going. Hilltop can't be that far away anymore. ,,Jesus, Kid. You look horrible." Daryl says and brings the whole group to a halt. They all stare at me. ,,Just..keep...going." It's strange how much power it cost's me to say these three words. Daryl puts a Hand on my shoulder to stop me. ,,Hold on."