You were a teenager that was desperate for extra money, getting a few gigs here and there but one that actually stuck was babysitting a kid named Judith.

Whenever you came over, she would run up to you on her little legs and pull at your pant leg, telling you what she did at pre-school. She was the sweetest thing ever and you genuinely enjoyed taking care of her. Plus, her parents were incredibly kind too.

You knew she had an older brother because Rick and Michonne had mentioned him, also you would see him leaving or coming home every now and then. He always spared you small smiles. His name was Carl. Judith said he usually would go to his friends' houses to play video games or sleepover, hence why you were always hired to take care of Judith.

While you and Judith had been in her room playing with her dolls, you told her you'd be right back and went downstairs to grab a glass of water. You were going to fill up your glass when you heard the front door open, confused because Rick and Michonne both wouldn't be home until later in the night.

"Alright, see ya, Ron." You heard a boy's voice and the door shut, followed by footsteps until he reached the kitchen.

He walked in the kitchen, tossing some video game disc on the counter and looking over at you. "Oh, hey...you're Judith's babysitter, right?" He said, awkwardly.