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"You'll burn for this?" I asked once I read the markings on the wall.
"That means he must've done something. But that doesn't mean he's a bad guy." Carl told me.
"You put too much faith in people," I said softly. Connor ran over with a flower in his hand.
"Mom, look! It's like the ones you use to grow."
"I didn't grow them, honey. They came in the yard by themselves. They're called dandelions." I informed him. He nodded as he soaked up the knowledge. He used to go out into the yard and play in the flowers and grass, blowing off the dying wishing flowers. I smiled at my son, ruffling his hair.
"How about you go and find as many as you can. But you stay in the sights of everyone here, okay? Mommy has things to take care of." I bent down to his level, kissing his forehead before sending him off with a pat on the back.
"How old is he?" Carl asked.
"He must be around 8-9. He was 7 when the world ended. But it's been so long that I lost track." I said sadly. Carl smiled at me and nodded.
"He's a good kid. But you were right, back at the prison. He needs to learn how to fight. He's getting to the age I was when I started. I wish I learned sooner." He told me. I nodded and patted his back.
"Your dad is here. Go tell him about the markings while I supervise."
Carl nodded and ran towards his father as I found Connor bending over to pick at more weeds, making a bouquet.
"Look, ma! I got a lot!" I sighed heavily as I thought about what Carl said. He was old enough but too young to shoot a gun. I need to teach him more about knives and self-defense.
"That's a wonderful sweetie. How about we go into the church and find something to hold them in." I guided Connor back inside, finding a vase of dead flowers on the side. I put them in the trash before helping Connor rearrange the bouquet.
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Everyone was laughing and having a good time. I was sitting next to Daryl with Connor as we ate.
"How was getting water? Get into any trouble."
"Nah. But I did drop it once." He said with a small smile. I laughed at the image of the big strong Daryl Dixon dropping a water jug by accident.
"It flew out of my hand when I was talking to Carol." He let out a chuckle of himself. Connor and I giggled at his words.
"Hey, Daryl?" Connor asked. Daryl angled his body to look down at the boy.
"Yeah?"
"I got something for you." He said before standing. I furrowed my brows before my face softened, seeing Connor bring the vase of flowers.
"Ma said they're dandelions. I picked them for you." He gushed. Daryl wiped his hands on his jeans with a smile, picking up the vase from his hands.
