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Teacher’s Pet : A Richonne Round Robin Fanfic

A small town sheriff and preschool teacher find love thanks to the cutest little matchmaker around.  [RATED: T]

Chapter 3 (written by @reciprocityfic)

Michonne walked into the teacher’s lounge Monday afternoon with a sigh, immediately making her way over to the small table in the corner of the room that she always shared with her two fellow teachers and closest friends, Sasha Williams and Paul Rovia.  Michonne was thankful everyday that she was lucky enough to share her lunch period with them.  With all the adjusting and settling in she’d had to do after her big move, she hadn’t had time to even think about revamping her social life in this small town.  But as it ended up, she hadn’t had to worry about that at all.  Sasha and Paul had been nothing but warm and welcoming to Michonne in her first days at school, and she was drawn to them immediately.  The overwhelming kindness and caring they gave her made this drastic change in her life so much easier and more enjoyable, and convinced her more and more everyday that she’d made the right choice in moving to King County.

Sasha laughed as Michonne nearly collapsed into the chair next to her.

“Damn, girl.  It’s only the first day of the week and you already look like you’ve been through a hurricane.”

“Have you ever tried to fingerpaint with twenty four year-olds?” Michonne asked as she opened her lunch bag and pulled out a shiny red apple, bringing it to her lips and taking a large bite.

“No, but I see that you have,” Sasha said, motioning to the line of blue paint that was smeared over the arm of her long-sleeved gray shirt.  “And, by the way, fractions aren’t a walk in the park either.”

Sasha was a fourth grade teacher, and specialized in teaching math to her often-unwilling students.  But Sasha was a total math nerd, and jumped at every opportunity to foster that same appreciation for the subject in one of her students with joy and enthusiasm.  Michonne immediately called her bluff.

“Sash, you love teaching fractions.”

“True,” Sasha conceded with a wide smile, pushing her black-rimmed glasses up her nose and pushing her dark, curly hair away from her face.  “But you love fingerpainting with your four year-olds too, so I guess we’re even.”

“And I very much appreciate the effort you put into cultivating the little ones’ artistic spirits before they make their way to me,” Paul offered from the other side of Michonne.  He was a full-time art teacher that taught the students from first grade until they graduated to middle school.  He was one of the most creative and patient people Michonne had ever met, leaving him with the ideal temperament for an elementary art educator.  And he looked the part perfectly, with his long brown hair, neatly-trimmed beard, and impeccably put-together outfits.

“At least someone appreciates me,” Michonne said, smiling at Paul while jokingly kicking Sasha under the table.

The three ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, until Paul put down the sandwich he was eating and glanced at Michonne.

“We never got the chance to ask you how your open house went last week.”

“Yeah,”  Sasha agreed.  “Was it as bad as you thought it was going to be?  You were so nervous last week.”

“I wasn’t nervous,” Michonne protested weakly.  She had been nervous; she just hoped she’d done a better job hiding it.  “And it went really well.  The projects we made turned out nicely, the kids all looked happy to be there and see me.  I liked the parents.”

As soon as she said parents, Rick Grimes’ face popped into her head, and she dropped her eyes down to the table.  She quickly pushed him out of her mind and amended her statement, as if Sasha and Paul would be able to read her thoughts if they lingered on Judith’s father for too long.

“I mean, they all seemed nice.  And normal.  That kind of stuff.”

She tentatively looked up at her friends when they didn’t respond, and saw them carrying with lunch normally.  They seemed to have missed Michonne’s mini-freakout, and she let out a long breath and went to take the last few bites of her apple.

“So, no parents you think you’ll end up paying special attention to?”

She nearly choked on her fruit when she heard Sasha’s question, and she felt her stomach drop.  Again, Rick’s face bombarded her thoughts.  Sasha couldn’t know about him, or her slight, kind-of crush on him.  That was…impossible.  Hell, she’d hardly admitted to herself that she had a crush on him, let alone someone else.

“Michonne?”

Hearing Sasha call her name pulled her out of her mind and back to the situation in front of her, and she hurried to think of response, not knowing how long she’d been sitting there, frozen in shock and potential embarrassment.

“Special attention?  No,” she scoffed, turning and tossing her apple core in a nearby trashcan.  “What does that even mean?  Special attention?”

“You know.  Like, does anyone seem overprotective, or a little crazy, or really picky?  One that’ll be calling you all the time about problems that aren’t even problems.”

She could’ve hit herself as she listened to Paul answer her.  Of course that’s what Sasha meant.  That made so much more sense than what Michonne feared.  She might be thinking about Rick Grimes slightly more than she probably should, but no one else was.

She tried her best to control her expression as she finally turned to face Paul, forcing her lips into a casual smile.

“Oh.  Yeah.  Duh.”

She held her breath as she waited to see if her friend would be able to read anything on her face.  Paul stared at her curiously for a moment before the corner of his mouth began to turn up.

Shit.

“Wait, what did you think I meant?”

She turned to glance at Sasha quickly, who was now staring between both Paul and Michonne, a puzzled look on her face.  Suddenly, Paul chuckled, and Michonne snapped her head back toward him to find his grin had only grown, and a mischievous glint now shined in his eyes.

Shit, she was busted.

She heard Sasha gasp, and Michonne closed her eyes, groaning now that she knew both friends had found her out.

“Oh my God, Michonne, you like - “

Michonne spun in her chair and clamped her hand over Sasha’s mouth immediately.  She stared at her friend pleadingly.

“Please, Sasha, keep it down.”

Michonne quickly glanced around the teacher’s lounge to make sure no one had overheard and taken interest in their conversation.  The room was mostly empty.  There were only two other teachers there, and they were sitting on the other side of the room, the day’s newspaper open to the sports section between them, absorbed in a spirited discussion of last night’s baseball scores.

Both Sasha and Paul leaned closer into Michonne.

“So?”  Sasha whispered.  “Who is he?”

“Yeah, Michonne,” Paul pressed.  “Spill.”

“It’s no one.”

Sasha rolled her eyes.

“Oh, come on, girl.”

“Okay, listen.  I don’t like him,” Michonne rushed to clarify, even though that wasn’t the truth, really.  “I just…he was attractive.  That’s it.”

Her friends were silent as they waited for her to continue, and Michonne couldn’t help the shy smile that crept onto her lips as she thought of his clear blue eyes gazing at her, his warm, soft smile, his bowlegged gait as he walked away from her and towards his car with Judith the night of the open house.

She didn’t even mean to say anything else.  It just slipped out.

“He’s really attractive.”

And sweet.  And a great father, Michonne tacked on in her mind.  And then there was that something else.  She didn’t know quite what it was, but she knew she liked it.

“Michonne Anthony,” Paul began, his voice completely serious.  “You have to tell us who this guy is.”

“Listen.  Yeah, he was hot.  But it’s not like I’m ever going to see him.  I’m not going to hang around with my students’ parents all the time.  He seems completely normal, and his daughter is wonderful, so I don’t think I’ll have to pay any special attention to him.”

“So a single, hot dad with a daughter in Michonne’s preschool class,” Sasha said, tapping her chin with her finger.

Paul and Sasha eagerly waited for Michonne to continue, but she went back to eating her lunch without another word.

“I can’t believe you’re going to leave us hanging on this, Michonne,” Sasha mumbled, but she glanced at Paul and they silently agreed to let it go.  They hadn’t known Michonne terribly long, but she didn’t make it a habit to reveal details of her past romantic relationships.  Maybe she was just private about that stuff.  They didn’t want to pry.

The three of them continued to eat, but Michonne stopped suddenly, biting her lip.  She was dreading what she was about to ask, but she really wanted to know.  Maybe if she just brought it up now, she wouldn’t be put through another embarrassing conversation about it.

“Just out of curiosity - do teachers ever date a parent of one of their students?  Is that something that ever happens?”

Her two friends just stared at her for a moment, and then Sasha grabbed her arm, shaking her slightly.

“Come on, Michonne.  You have to tell us.”

“Seriously,” Paul added.  “This is torture.”

Michonne dropped her head in her hands and sighed loudly.  She couldn’t believe she was about to do this.

“It’s Judith’s dad,” Michonne grumbled into her palms.

“What?” Sasha and Paul asked in unison.

“It’s Judith Grimes’ dad,” she repeated in a clearer voice.

Paul perked up immediately.

“Grimes?”

“Wait, Rick Grimes?”

“Sasha,” Michonne scolded, elbowing her friend.  Sasha’s words were too loud for Michonne’s liking, and she scanned the room again.  Luckily, the two other teachers had already left the lounge.  Michonne looked at the time on her phone.  Lunch period was almost over.

Paul and Sasha just stared into space for a few seconds, and Michonne looked at them nervously.  They almost looked stunned.

“Wow, Michonne,” Paul said, finally.  “You’re right.  He is hot.”

Michonne’s brow furrowed.

“Wait, you guys have talked about him before?”

“Um, yeah,” Sasha revealed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.  “Us and everyone else.  You think the teachers don’t gossip about the hot parents?  Plus, Judith has an older brother in sixth grade.”

“Carl,” Michonne said.

“Yeah.  So Mr. Grimes has been around for awhile.  And to answer your question, no.  Teachers here don’t really date parents.  At least, not as long as I’ve worked here.”

“But,” Paul chimed in, “I think an exception can be made.  Especially for someone like Rick Grimes.”

“Oh, definitely,” Sasha agreed.  “I was getting to that part.”

“Really?” Michonne asked softly.  She couldn’t help the small pang of excitement that began to beat in her heart.

“Yes,” Paul said emphatically.

“I think you should go for it,” Sasha told her in a sing-songy voice.

Michonne shrugged.

“I don’t know.  I’ve only seen him the one time, at open house.  Well, and at the grocery store over the weekend.”

Sasha’s eyebrows shot up.

“Oh?” questioned Paul.

“It was a total coincidence,” Michonne assured them, rolling her eyes at her friends who were seemingly insatiable for information about her and Rick.  “I ran in for a few things and I bumped into him and Judith and Carl in the checkout line.”

“Coincidence?” Sasha mused, sending a sly glance Paul’s way.  “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Sounds like fate to me,” Paul teased.

Michonne exhaled slowly.

“I can’t deal with you two.”

“Don’t lie, girl,” Sasha told her, smirking.  “You know you love us.”

“Barely,” Michonne murmured.

Sasha and Paul burst out laughing, and Michonne put her hands over her face again.  But this time, it was mostly to hide the smile that she couldn’t seem to hold back.

She couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Rick?  Hey, Rick.”

Rick jumped as someone snapped their fingers in front of his face, and he blinked and focused to find Glenn gazing at him with an exasperated expression on his face.

“You okay, dude?  This is like, the fourth time you’ve spaced out tonight.”

“It’s no use,” Shane said from beside Rick, nursing his second beer of the night.  “He’s been like this all day.  You try to have a conversation with him, and he ain’t even listening to half of what you have to say.”

Rick looked at his best friend and partner with a slight frown on his face.  He hadn’t realized Shane had picked up on how distracted he’d been at work today.  He guessed it shouldn’t have surprised him.  The two of them were best friends, and had been nearly inseparable since second grade.  Now that they were in their early forties and spent basically every day together as partners at King County’s sheriff department, Shane probably knew him better than anyone.

“Sorry,” Rick said.  ���I must have a lot on my mind.  I’m a little tired.”

“Everything okay?” Glenn asked from across the table.  “You want to cut tonight short?”

Rick, Glenn, and Shane met every Monday at the pizza shop Glenn owned.  Carl and Judith always spent Mondays with their mother, so it served as a perfect opportunity for the three of them to spend the evening sharing a couple of free pizzas and drinks, courtesy of Glenn, and catch up on each other’s lives.  Although Rick and Shane saw each other everyday, they weren’t able to spend as much quality time with Glenn as they would’ve liked to.  Glenn had moved to King County a few years ago to open his restaurant, and it had been an immediate success, thanks in large part to its owner.  Glenn was one of the best people Rick had ever met in his life, and people were quick to support him and accept him as one of King County’s own.  The delicious food was just an added bonus, and it was one of the things that had attracted Rick to the shop in the first place, coupled with its close proximity to his home.  He and Glenn had become fast friends, and when Rick introduced him to Shane, the two hit it off despite their almost completely opposite personalities.

Rick smiled and shook his head, trying to ease his friends’ concerns.

“Nah, I’m fine.  Like I said, I’m probably just tired.”

Except, that wasn’t really true.  He wasn’t tired.  And he didn’t have much on his mind.  In fact, he had only one thing on his mind.  That was the problem.

He couldn’t stop thinking of Judith’s new teacher.  Michonne Anthony.

The woman had intrigued him ever since she first moved into town and took over for Mrs. Miller.  Judith had immediately fallen in love with her, coming home and going on for hours about all the new, exciting things her and the rest of her classmates were doing with Miss A.  Judith had never been more eager to go to school everyday.  And that appealed to him immensely, long before he actually met Miss A in person.  Anyone who was that good to his daughter got a passing grade in his book.

However, when he did meet her in person, she nearly knocked him off his feet.

It wasn’t just that she was beautiful, although she undoubtedly was.  In fact, he couldn’t remember the last time he’d met someone as beautiful as her.  Michonne Anthony, with her wide, kind, brown eyes and smile that could light up an entire room.

But it was more than that.  It was the way every child - not just Judith - was enthralled by her, her warm personality, the ease and grace with which she navigated the room at the open house.  It was how natural she was with Judith when they’d run into each other at the store on Saturday, and how she seemed to genuinely care about his daughter.

There was something else, too.  Something he couldn’t put his finger on, or quantify.  It was intangible.  He couldn’t name it.  But he had been drawn to it immediately.  And now he couldn’t get it, or her, out of his head.

Since that night at Judith’s school, every time he had a quiet moment, his thoughts tended to drift to her.  And according to Shane and Glenn, it was starting to show.

Rick shook his head again, as if he was trying to shake her from him mentally with his physical actions.  He took a deep breath and tried his best to focus on his friends.

“Anyways, what did I miss?”

“I asked you how Carl’s baseball game went last week,” Glenn informed him.

“Oh.  It went well.  Carl hit a home run,” Rick reported, smiling at the pride that swelled in his chest when he thought of his son.

“Awesome!”

“Yeah, the kid definitely gets his baseball skills from his Uncle Shane, and not from his dad,” Shane declared.

Rick rolled his eyes, and picked up a slice of pizza.  As he bit into it, his thoughts once again drifted back to Michonne, and how they’d discussed Glenn’s restaurant when they’d spoken at the grocery store.  He had really wanted to invite her to eat with them sometime.  He wondered what she would’ve said.

“Jesus, Rick.”

Rick felt a dull ache as Shane punched his shoulder to get his attention.

“For real, Rick,” Glenn said.  “Where are you tonight?”

Rick went to play his distraction off again, but hesitated, instead grabbing his beer and taking a sip.  He couldn’t seem to bury his interest in Michonne, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to until he decided what to do about it.  Plus, he hadn’t tried asking anyone out for the first time since he approached Lori back in high school.  He could use some advice.

So he went for it.

“Question.  What do you do if you like a girl, and you want to ask her out, but you’re not sure if she likes you back and you don’t want to make anything awkward?  Also, what if the situation between you is kind of…unusual, I guess, and you’re not even sure if you should risk asking her out in the first place?”

Both Shane and Glenn stared at Rick in silence.  He could feel heat rising in his chest and up to his cheeks as a light pink blush began to color his skin.  He was about to tell everyone to just forget he said anything when Shane barked out a loud laugh.

“Well, would you look at that,” Shane said, a huge smile taking over his face.  “Boy Scout finally has a pulse after the divorce.”

Rick groaned.

“Shane, can we please be serious about this?”

“What do you mean?  I’m being serious as hell.  I’ve been waiting a year for this moment.”

Rick bit back the urge to groan again, and turned his eyes to Glenn for help, but his friend lifted up his hands in front of him.

“Hey, don’t look at me.  You’re the one that brought it up in front of him.”

Rick closed his eyes, bringing his hand up to rub his temples.

“Yeah, maybe that was a mistake.”

“No, brother,” Shane said, moving one of his hands to rest on Rick’s back.  “I’m really, seriously happy for you.  And if you’re going to get dating advice from someone, it should probably be from me.”

“That’s true,” Glenn agreed.  “I’ve dated about two girls in my entire life.”

“Yeah, and he proposed to the second one.”

Glenn crossed his arms defensively at Shane’s comment.

“Hey, sometimes you’re lucky enough to find the right girl right away.”

A few months ago, Glenn had gotten engaged to Hershel Greene’s oldest daughter, Maggie.  Their family lived on a farm at the edge of town.  They were wonderful people, and Glenn and Maggie couldn’t have been a better couple.

“Sure,” Shane conceded.  “And Maggie’s a great girl.  I’m not knocking your decision, I’m just pointing out that it doesn’t leave you with the best dating advice.”

“So, are you going to give me this wonderful advice you have, or are you going to keep making fun of me?” Rick asked impatiently.

“Relax, brother.  I’m not making fun of you,” Shane insisted, shifting all his attention to his best friend.  “I promise.  So let me make sure I have the situation straight.  You like this girl, and you want to ask her out, but you don’t know if she likes you.  And you’re in some kind of unique situation with her, so you’re not sure if it’s smart for you to ask her out at all.  Correct?”

“Correct,” Rick confirmed.

“You want to tell me what this unique situation is?”

“Nope,” Rick said immediately.  He wasn’t going to give Shane any hint that might lead him to figure out that the woman in question was Michonne.  Knowing Shane, the whole town would know by the next afternoon.

“You sure?  It would really help me tailor my advice if I could get some more details.”

“Well, you’re not getting anymore details, so make do with what you have.”

“Fine,” Shane said with a sigh.  “Well, the way I see it, you have two options.  One - you could let your fear get the best of you and do nothing, and watch your girl go off and fall in love with some other guy while you’re stuck never knowing what could’ve happened if you’d had the balls to ask her out.  Or, two - you bite the bullet and go for it.  Sure, it could end horribly.  Or it could be the best decision you’ll ever make in your life.”

Shane took a long sip of his beer, and then ran his hand over his head.

“Personally, I’d go with option two.”

“Same,” Glenn agreed from across the table.  “If you don’t, you might spend your whole life wondering what would’ve happened. I know my experience is limited, but it seems like that would really suck.”

Shane tilted his bottle towards Glenn.

“You know what they say.  It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.”

“Wow, Shane,” Glenn said, a smirk on his face.  “I didn’t know you could quote Tennyson.”

Shane started at Glenn blankly.

“Um…”

Glenn chuckled.

“You have no idea who Tennyson is, do you?”

“Not a clue,” Shane admitted shamelessly.

“Yeah, you never struck me as the kind of guy who was into poetry.”

Rick half-listened to his two friends go back and forth, but his mind was still stuck on Michonne.  He considered everything Shane and Glenn had said.  Their advice made sense.  And the more he thought about it, the more he agreed with them.  He didn’t want to end up with unresolved feelings about his situation with Michonne, and be curious for, potentially, years to come regarding what would’ve happened if he’d only had the nerve to ask her on a date.  And the school year was almost over.  If things did go south, he could probably avoid Miss A for the most part, and then Judith would move on to kindergarten and he could put any leftover mess behind him.

He didn’t think he would have to, though, because he didn’t think that things would go south.   He had no real reason to believe that; he’d spent minimal time with Michonne.  She seemed happy and at ease with him in their brief interactions, but maybe that was just her being polite and trying to get along with the parent of one of her students.

But he felt something deep in his gut.  That intangible thing.  He couldn’t shake his sense that this could be the start of something really good.

“Wow, Rick,” he heard Shane say as he reached over and clapped Rick on the back again.  “Finally.  I was afraid this was never going to happen.”

Rick rolled his eyes at Shane almost on reflex, but a small smile played on his lips as he brought his beer bottle back to his lips.

He couldn’t believe this was happening.

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I’ll Come Back {Carl Grimes x Reader}

Request: Can you do a request where right before Carl left for Hilltop, the reader tried to stop him but he insisted that he had to try to get to the Saviors. The reader gives him a long hug before kissing his cheek accepting that he's leaving? Later, Enid tries to kiss Carl but he backs away because he's in love with the reader. Please and thank you! I'm really REALLY sad about Carl and Enid so I just need something where he doesn't like her that way :)

A/N: I’m going to assume that you meant the Hilltopers(?) instead of the Saviors like when they get caught and poeple die in the seaosn 6 finale. If this is a worng assumption just tell me and I’ll fix it as soon as I can aka probs right away anyway I just hope that’s what you mean. 

Warnings: Rejection XD, Um fluff??

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Carl’s PoV (ohh) 

The trek for the Hilltop began. Maggie needed a doctor and I was going to help her to get one. The only thing I was regretting by this point was leaving Y/N behind. My dad insisted that she stay back and take care of Judith which she didn’t like at all. She was a fighter and I loved that about her 

“Carl wait!” She yelled out as I was getting in the RV.

“Yes?” I asked truning to her with concern written all over my face. Her eyes looked blotchy and red like she was just crying.

“Please don’t go. I don’t want this to be the last time I see you.” She said tears welling in her eyes. My heart broke at the sight and it took everything in my body to even get the word no into my mind.

“I’m sorry Y/N Maggie needs a doctor and I’m not going to deny her that.” I said with weak confidence. She hung her head low at my words and me making her upset was the last thing I had on my mind. 

“Can’t someone else go? I’m sorry but please stay.” She said her words breaking off in the end. 

“I’ll come back okay? I’m going to be fine.” I said stroking her soft cheek with my hand. 

“Okay but if you don’t come back I’ll kill you.” She said chuckling. She reached up and gave me a light peck on the cheek making my heart skip a beat and the buttflies in my stomach awaken. She walked back toward my house where Olivia was holding Judith. 

“Carl can you go grab some more guns and ammo we’re short a couple.” Rick said popping his head out the window.

“Okay I’ll be back.” I said running off to the armory while peole surronded Maggie’s house saying goodbyes and wishing her safe travels. The armory was empty until Enid walked in right beind me. 

“You shouldn’t go.” She said plainly. Her eyes shifted over me as I packed guns into a beige sack.

“Enid I don’t have time for this.” I said gritting my teeth. My patience was wearing thin with her because she has been following Y/N and me all week. 

“Then I’m coming with you.” She said leanig on a neaby wall. 

“No.” I said simply.

“Carl just because Y/N can’t fight doesn’t mean I can’t.” She said wlaing closer to me.

“ Y/N has done things that you can’t even imagine.” I siad smiling at the thought of her. 

“Why do you even like her? Calr look at me, I’m so much better than she is.” She said and I turned towards her. Her face was inches from mine and she closed her eyes waiting for a kiss. I backed away and packed the rest of the guns and ammo and watched her open her eyes beofre I left. “Fine! I’m done trying for you Carl.” Enid yelled from the armory doorway.” 

“Never asked or wanted you to try in the first place. I’ve already got my girl.” I said leaving her with an open mouth. I watched Maggie be loaded onto a stretcher and carried away by Abraham and Arron.

‘I will come back to you Y/N no matter what I have to do.’

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I hope you meant this but if not I’ll change it. Love you and thanks for requesting. sorry it’s so short btw!!

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OH MY FUCKING  GOD I CANT BELIEVE THIS IS FUCKING HAPPENIGN CALR FUCKING GRIMES

[carls-negan]

to people mad at carl’s character this episode (for not being like comic carl yet)

spoilers for comics and possibly show ahead

so people are complaining how in last episode it looked like carl was developing into his comic counterpart however in this episode, he acted weaker than before.

1) he didn’t. he contributed and helped, and was an important say in the group. This was known and he was invited on the run and didn’t make his dad let him go. Development!

2) THIS PART OF CARL BEING INSECURE WAS EXTREMELY IMPORTANT IN THE COMICS. He has to go through the idea of thinking he’s no help. In the comics, he thought he was weaker and was basically a liability to the group. He was mad at himself and super self conscious. This causes him to become distant. only to be brought back by a talk (in the comics it was michonne who talks to him) and make him realize he can use this to his advantage.

You guys, Chandler, Andrew, and multiple trusted sources all say there are interesting plots for Carl/Rick/Negan and chandler  himself said that carl changes and becomes more like his counterpart in the last few episodes. *

this is not a step back, this is progress.

I hope.

*I have links to these on my tumblr on previous posts

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Carl will kick any Zombies ass but Ghosts are another thing all together. LOL