I can't love you too deep

Something more

It's been nearly a week since the new group had arrived. They seemed to be okay and Tom and Kyle had already found their places in the group. The people of Hilltop had started to like the two new men. Tom had been a construction worker before the world had gone to shit. He was a great help in the realization of Georgie's plans, he even added own ideas to it. And Kyle was just 'a handsome, young guy" like Bertie had called him. He was way taller than Carl and has short dark hair. They couldn't be more different. That could be the reason that Carl couldn't stand Kyle at all. Enid had shown him around and Carl had seen them talking from time to time. Of course, he hated that. Why could she talk to an idiot like Kyle but not to him? Maybe this was another reason why he didn't like him. Carl had tried to talk to Enid a few times. But she made it very clear, that all she wanted was to avoid Carl. This situation was getting a real pain. Anyways, as it turned out, Alan had a concussion. He was still at the infirmary so that Siddiq could keep an eye on him.

,,Hey!" Carl turned around to the voice. To his displeasure, he saw Kyle coming at him with a big grin. This was just great. ,,You're Carl, right?" Kyle asked as he reached him. ,,Yeah, why?" He had no idea why he would want to talk to him. Pretty sure that they hadn't something in common. In the last few days they hadn't anything to do with each other. And Carl had certainly made no suggestion that he wanted to change that. ,,Well, I had the idea that we could built some kind of swing for the kids. I could need a little help with this." He explained and winked. Carl furrows. This guy was so greasy. But he couldn't say no to something like that. Of course, he would agree, but Carl wanted to delay it. Spending time with Kyle didn't sound like much fun. ,,Why do you ask me?" Kyle's smile widened. ,,Well, I just talked to your Dad about it, and he thinks that this is a great idea. And when I asked for a hand, Rick said you would always want to help." Wow. Thanks, Dad. Well, of course, his Dad was right about that, it would be great to create something that can bring fun. And Rick had probably thought about the time in Alexandria when Carl didn't want to leave. He still doesn't know the real reason. Then Carl remembered what Enid had said about the 'playground'. ,,Don't we already have a swing?" Kyle smiled at him, Carl had to concentrate not to lose control. He had no idea why he started something like that in him. Something seemed off with him. Maybe Carl was just being paranoid. But when he was around Kyle his skin started to tickle. And not in a good way. ,,Well, yeah." Kyle said in an amused tone. ,,If you wanna call this thing a swing. I mean, have you seen it?" Actually he hadn't. In the last few days Carl had spent most of the time with taking the watch. It was a great distraction and you're still helpful. Carl always liked that. He felt safest when he saw things with his own eye. Of course, it was annoying that they needed someone to watch everything, that there could still be danger out there in the dark, but Carl had accepted that a long time ago. ,,No, I haven't." Carl answered emotionless. Kyle laughed, for whatever reason and put a hand on Carl's shoulder. ,,Come on. You'll see."

Carl went to the little workshop that they provisionally built. They used it to stow the material and the tools. It was just a small little garage thing but it was a start. A way towards humanity. As Carl entered it the smell of dust and damp wood poured into his nose. Kyle had given him a list of things they would need. Carl did not like being his errand boy but if it meant to get away from him, he would take it anytime. Tom worked on some plans in the corner. So Carl decided to ask him for help to find all the stuff that he needed. Although he could hardly bear his son, he liked Tom very much. His wrinkles made him look grim, but he radiated a warmth that made you feel right at home. Rick's people soon understood that he was not the family fighter. He was the talker. Every night he told them stories about his life before. Even though Tom had lived a very regular life, the stories were always funny and different. Carl compared him to his father, who had changed so much and had done so many horrible things to save his family. Looking at Tom, he wondered, who kept him and his sons alive. Who had done the terrible things that were necessary?