Weak//c.g ✔️

Chapter Six

MEADOW FLETCHER AND CARL GRIMES
April 24, 2017
10:36 AM

CARL looked at the woman who was standing in the kitchen, he sat at the table. A chuckle left his lips. The woman's name was Michonne, "Do you have something to say about my extremely comfortable and attractive shirt?"

"No,no,no. It looks great." Carl examined the shirt, "Oh you missed a button." He pointed at it. Michonne fixed it.

Meadow sat at the table, eating the rest of her cereal. Michonne sat down at the table, "I wish we had some soy milk."

"Seriously?" Carl said in disgust.

"Yes, seriously." Michonne responded. "Soy milk is good." Meadow spoke up. "See." Michonne grinned. "Have you ever tried it?" Michonne asked.

"My best friend in the third grade, he was allergic to dairy." Carl paused looking at them both, "And every day he brought this soy stuff to lunch. I tried it."

"And?"

"I threw up." Carl let out a laugh. "Oh, yeah, right." Michonne challenged.

"All right, all right. I almost threw up." Carl admitted, "But I was like, bleh." Carl said, holding his stomach. Michonne and Meadow looked at each other, laughing. "It was so gross. I mean, literally, I would rather have powered milk than to drink that stuff again." Michonne put a spoonful of cereal in her mouth, Carl continued, "I would rather have Judith's formula-" Carl stopped himself, his facial expression falling. Meadow looked at her bowl, the spoon scrapped against the bowl. Michonne stopped eating.

Carl stood up from the table, "I'm gonna go finish my book. I have a couple of chapters left." Carl muttered, walking out of the dining room. Michonne looked at Meadow. She nodded, "I'll go and talk to him." Meadow got up from the table, grabbing his bowl of cereal and hers. She walked up the stairs after him and knocked on the door softly, "Hey, Carl, I got your cereal." She spoke softly. Carl opened the door, his eyes red and puffy, he sniffled, "Yeah? Thanks." He grabbed the bowl out of her hand. Going to shut the door, Meadow put her foot in the door, "Let's read together."

Carl looked at her, "Michonne sent you?" Meadow shook her head, "You need to eat, so let's eat and read." Meadow grinned. Carl nodded his head, opening the bedroom door.

Meadow walked to the window, looking out of it. Carl sat on the bed, the bed making a creaking sound. "What are you reading?" "No clue, found it on the shelf." Meadow nodded, he continued reading. She looked at the shelf, trying to find something to read. "You don't have to be in here." Carl commented.

"Hm?" Meadow questioned, turning around. "I mean, you don't have to try comforting me, I'm fine. It's just a new wound is all."

"Carl, I'm just trying to read, that's all." Meadow said. "Really?" "Yeah, really."

"I just, after last night, I don't want you to think I'm weak. I'm not weak, just empty." Carl's eyes were a darker shade than usual. "I can't feel anything."

"You just lost basically everything, I don't think you're weak, I think you're surviving." Meadow commented, still looking at him, he looked at her. The both of them never breaking eye contact.

"Enough about me, how are you?" Carl asked. "Yeah, I'm fine." Meadow shrugged, "I don't feel like I used to but I think I can manage with it." Meadow leaned up against the wall. Meadow was the first to break eye contact. "To be honest, all of this is new, talking to someone close enough to my age, being in a group. Hell, just being with other people."

"You never were with anyone else, huh?" Carl questioned. "Never, it was always the four of us. My parents had this idea that if we stayed away from people that we could survive. It was either about survival or tracking what the roamers were doing."