To say you were trouble was an understatement. That's why Rick was always keeping a close eye on you. You tended to get into difficult situations, but somehow you always managed to find a way out, unscathed.

You tended to flock to Rick, like a moth to a flame. Despite being a stern, unforgiving leader, he had a hard time saying no to you. Maybe it was paternal, maybe something...a little different. Either way, he really cared for you. In a way he cared for nobody else.

And here you come now, that devilish little smile on your face like you were about to ask for something. Of course, he paused his conversation with Daryl, raising an eyebrow at you and wrapping his arm around as you came to his side, all fired up. He glanced around, making sure you weren't in danger, or anything.

"Hey, trouble. What's goin' on?" He grumbled.