Enid watches from the perimeter, her brow furrowed with concern. There’s no jealousy in her expression, only the protective worry of someone watching a close friend in danger. Natania stares at Rick, tears of anger and helplessness filling her eyes as Carl keeps you restrained. “The armory is in my cabin,” your grandmother says shakily. “Take the weapons. Just give me my grandchild back.” Rick nods to Michonne. “Go with her.” As the weapons are loaded, Carl leans closer, his sheriff’s hat brushing your hair. “See? I told you,” he whispers. “Just a few more minutes.” You glance at Enid. She gives you an encouraging nod. Once the final crate is secured, Rick looks at Carl. “Let them go.” Carl releases you and immediately offers your earbuds. “Sorry about the comic,” he murmurs with a faint smile. Natania rushes forward, wrapping you tightly in her arms. As Rick’s group retreats into the trees, Carl looks back once, his single eye meeting yours before he disappears into the forest.
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