RONS POV.
rumbling comes from outside the gates, the new group pulling in.
i shove my knife into my holster, and join everyone outside to greet them.
we don't need more people here. as much as i love to help others, i don't wanna risk Alexandria in anyway.
but it's not my call.
it's Deanna's.
most of alexandrians stay inside when the new group shows up.
when the gates open, it reveals the group, larger than i expected.
all dirty, sun-kissed, and clearly exhausted.
a teenage boy catches my attention. he has icy blue eyes and long brown-shaggy hair.
he's skinny, but his tight shirt reveals some muscle.
his brown sheriffs hat hides the sun from his face, but his eyes are squinted.
he's a little bit more on the shorter side, but it suits him well.
beside him is a taller man, with a medium beard, and a baby.
a little baby girl.
i wonder who the child's parents are? probably the man holding her.
i look back at the boy, who looks around my age, (i'm seventeen) maybe slightly younger. but fourteen at the youngest.
i look him up and down, he's cute as hell.
his eyes lock with mine, and I quickly look away.
"welcome to Alexandria." Deanna says proudly, giving a toothy-smile.
"we'll need your weapons now." she says, and a cart rolls up, Spencer and Reggie taking their weapons, then searching them for more.
"ron." Deanna looks over at me.
Usually she doesn't ask me for much, but i do help out a lot around here when she does.
"take the baby to denise. we need to make sure she's healthy and gets vaccinated."
i nod, and walk up towards the man holding her.
he hesitates.
"she's safe with me." i say to him.
"be careful with her." he almost snaps, and softly placed her into my arms.
i'm awfully close to the boy, i feel his eyes on me.
i nod.
the baby/toddler cries, and i hold her in my arms, admiring her features.
she has similar ones to the unknown boy.
this can't be his child, he looks too young to have a kid. but from the looks, I can tell that they're definitely related in some way. maybe siblings, cousins, or something.
"judith." the man says, "her names judith."
I nod, and begin to head to the infirmary as the group is introducing themselves.
"rick, you're the leader of your group?"
i hear faint conversation, and as i continue to walk the voices fade.
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denise admires the baby, and plays with her.
"she's adorable." she smiles.
"her names judith." i smile, it's a pretty name.
it's been forever since i've seen a baby, which was probably seven years ago, when Sam was born.
i give a little nod. "Deanna just wanted a check up, and wanted to know if you had anything she could eat."
"i'll have Olivia run by Aaron and Eric today and see if they have any applesauce made, I'm sure we can give her that."
i nod, and sit in the chair beside the bed.
"do you know whether the family brought formula or not?" she asks.
i shake my head, "Deanna just told me to take her and go."
she nods.
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after the check up, i'm told by denise to return the baby to its family.
"make sure they know she's healthy."
i nod.
"do you know who the baby's father is?" i ask.
"Rick Grimes, he's the one with the boy."
"okay. thank you." i scurry off, with the baby on my hip. i reach the house, and knock on the door.
no one answers. "hello? rick?"
no one answers, and i knock again.
"anyone home?"
no response.
"i'm coming in." i announce, and slowly twist the doorknob, my palms slightly clammy.
everything looks untouched, and no one seems to be home.
i walk into the living room, running my hands along the books.
"h-hello?" a quiet voice trembles.
I turn around to see the boy from earlier, his hair is still damp from a shower, and his cheeks are rosy. i can see him, since he doesn't have a hat on. i kinda stare for a couple seconds, and he shyly looks up at me.
he's changed into jeans and a long sleeve t-shirt, which is rolled up above his elbows.
i'm probably four inches taller than him.
"sorry- they told me to bring her here, i knocked but no one answered."
"s'okay." he smiles a little, avoiding eye contact.
he's very shy, and he looks nervous.
i clear my throat, "i believe this is your..."
"sister." he answers, his voice is soft, calming in a way.
thank god, i would be a little concerned if it what his kid.
i give a small nod, and hand the baby over to him.
"i'm ron." i give a slight smile, trying to be sweet to this cute boy.
"carl." he smiles, his cheeks a little more rosy.
he's shy.
we shake hands, and i wave to the baby.
wow he's cute.
i shake off my thoughts, and wave goodbye.
"if you need anything, i'm down there." i give him a little smile, and his cheeks redden some more. he shyly looks down, and thanks me as I leave.
I make my way home, and walk inside, my mom cutting Sam's hair.
"hey sweetie." she says as i walk in.
I shove my hands into my pockets. "hi."
"how's the new group?"
"they seem fine."
"any kids?" she asks.
"a boy around my age, and his baby sister." i mumble.
"aw how lovely, another friend."
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later i go to enid's, her, mikey, and i planned on smoking some weed.
when i walk in, carl and enid are having a conversation, enid makes him laugh.
mikey's in the recliner, a cigarette between his fingers.
"hey." i say, and close the door behind me.
"hey ron, have you met carl yet?" Enid smirks a little, i hold back a blush.
"yeah, actually. i have." i give a slight wave to carl, and he smiles.
"anyways, carl, do you smoke?" enid asks him.
"no. not really."
"what about drinking?"
"no." he answers.
he seems nervous. i stare into his blue eyes, biting my lip.
"so what do you do?" i ask, accidentally snapping a little.
he ignores my tone, "i mean- there's not really much you can do in the apocalypse."
"right." i say, and reach down to the pineapple flavored vodka, taking a swig.
carl stays silent, but watches as i drink.
i pass it to him. "try some, it's good."
he hesitates, "i shouldn't, i have to watch my sister tonight."
"you'll be fine, just try it." i chuckle a little, and when he drinks it, he coughs a little and shakes his head.
"that disgusting-" he sticks his tongue out, and i hand him my water.
"you'll get used to it." i laugh.
he forces himself to try more, and after a few sips he can handle it.
he coughs a little, and burps, we both laugh.
enid passes me the weed, and i take a big huff, then blow it out, handing it to carl.
he shakes his head.
"c'mon, it's not that bad." Mikey says.
he shrugs and inhales some, coughing.
i laugh, and he hands it back to me.
i take my final huff, and hand it off to enid.
"i'm done. i don't want my dad to smell anything on me." i sigh.
enid gives carl more alcohol, and he chokes it down.
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"carl, can we ask you some questions, you know- since you're new?" Mikey asks.
He nods slowly, taking another swing of alcohol.
"i'll go first then." mikey says, "so, you a virgin?" he asks.
"mikey." i say softly, "really?"
mikey shrugs. "he said we could ask him stuff."
the boy's cheeks redden, and he twiddles his thumbs, not answering and avoiding eye contact with everyone.
Mikey laughs, "really? you've never had sex before? what about a girlfriend, you ever had one of those?"
"dude- leave him alone." i say.
Mikey rolls his eyes, "i'm just asking."
"like you'd know anything about sex anyways." i spit.
"true." enid snorts.
mikey's face turns red. "i'm good and you know it." he says to enid.
"meh, you're okay."
i chuckle.
Carl bites his lip, staring at his feet.
if carl's a virgin, then he's the only one in the room.
Enid fucked Mikey when she first came, and sometimes they still sleep around;
and i fucked a few guys from school when i was fourteen.
I don't really like girls, i mean sure, i've had sex with a girl before, but i didn't like it.
Girls suck.
after that, enid gave me a blow job, which was pretty good, but i knew i liked guys more.
"it's fine." Enid says, "mikey's just a dumbass."
mikey rolls his eyes. "i was just messing with you kid."
"kid?" i look over at mikey, "does he look like a kid to you?"
Carl remains silent, letting us argue.
"um- yeah!?" mikey spits.
"carl. how old are you?" i ask firmly.
"f-fifteen." he chokes out nervously.
i'm only two years older than him.
"there you go Mikey, fifteen. he's only a year younger than you." i spit.
"he looks twelve!"
"no he fucking doesn't!" i snap, "look at him, he looks older than you!" i say, which isn't entirely true. carl's shorter than Mikey, and has more of a cute baby face.
"why are you defending him?" Mikey rolls his eyes.
"because you're an asshole." i calm down a little, and cross my arms.
"fuck you." he slurs, getting drunk.
i ignore him, and give carl a sympathetic look.
"he's just jealous that enid talks to you." i say.
"oh um..." carl clears his throat.
Mikey glares at me, and flips me off.
i ignore it.
we all settle in and mikey stays silent. enid and i talk to carl about his past and learn things about him.
he shot his mom when he was twelve because she had to have a c-section, he lived in a prison, and grew up with a few people from his group, and for a while things are pretty calm.
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I hope you enjoyed chapter one! I'll post chapter two if this gets five votes :) comment any suggestions or tips please! also a lot of my writing is in lowercase letters because i just prefer to write that way!
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