Earlier than expected, you arrived back at Alexandria with Daryl and Glenn after being forced to go on a supply run. Though you didn’t mind that much, you enjoyed the ride.

Looking around the walled community for your boyfriend, you couldn’t seem to spot him. “Carl?” you said his name but looking up a little, you saw him sitting on the roof of one of the houses in the neighborhood portion of Alexandria

you rolled your eyes and shook your head — you told him a million times that, that was dangerous but he never seemed to care. Typical Carl being a hard ass. But there was an undeniable fond smile on your face as you walked over to his house and inside where Rick and Michonne were talking “Hey” Michonne nodded which you smiled then spoke

“I’m looking for—“

“Go ahead” Rick leaned against the counter

you smiled and nodded as Rick just already knew what you wanted. You quickly walked upstairs, your shoes pattering on the wood as you walked into his room and saw the window open and him, of course, on the roof. But he hadn’t notice you. He was reading something — your journal. One page sticking out to him in particular

“I’ve been having a hard time adjusting. Had the shiniest wheels, now they’re all rusting.”

and lower on the page, another stanza of your poetry stuck out.

“They told me all of my cages were mental. So I got wasted like all my potential. And my words shoot to kill them when I’m mad. I have a lot of regrets about that.”

his face was full of admiration. This boy was so in love with you. He thought your poetry was beautiful. But he hadn’t known you were watching or that you came back early.