A/N PLEASE READ! I'm back every one with an all new story for the sequel to snake in the garden if you haven't read it I suggest you go there first because there will be a lot of references to that one and it will get confusing unless you read it, but don't if you don't want to so any who on with the story

The prison was silent like always, it had been 2 days sense Carl had come back and he spent most of those days in and out of sleep, he didn't really talk to anyone either not feeling the urge to. Although he would whisper a low 'thank you' or 'yes' and 'no' when necessary but he usually nodded though. It was clear to everyone that he was traumatized after his recent days of being hostage, and being brutally assaulted. He rarely left his cell due to being to weak still, and didn't want much of anything besides to be alone, to his own thoughts. But those thoughts become replays of events that plague his dreams and mind, allowing fear and nervousness to take him over. He shut everyone out when others tried to talk to him he remained quiet, but the want for help remained in his eyes. He saw himself as weak, and that everything that had happened was his fault.

Carl turned his head to the cell bars where he heard footsteps coming, and it revealed Hershel coming in with a basket of medical supplies, ready for another routine check up, His vitals were checked and everything now looked fine but plenty of food and rest was still advised, Rick came in a while later to take carl out for a walk so he wasn't staring at the same walls anymore and could see some sunlight.

"You ready?" rick asked to carl who was standing by the bed ready to go. He merely nodded and walked with his father out of the cell. His footsteps were a little shaky and cautious. Rick held him upright so he wouldn't stumble over and fall.

"Come on...easy now" were ricks words to encourage him to keep going. When Carl caught his balance Rick then let go and they walked. The first few minutes were quiet until rick broke the silence.

"How are you feeling?" It was a common question but with enough meaning to talk to his son he'd been so quiet. They were outside now walking through the fences ignoring the walkers.

"Okay, I guess" Carl responded. It wasn't the truth he felt scared, alone, but not Okay. Rick sighed, Carl was shutting him out again he can feel, and he didn't want that especially when Carl needed help, someone to guide him let him now he's safe now. But no where is safe, but he was determined to make sure Carl was.

"Please don't, don't shut me out, talk to me" Rick said, slight begging in his voice Carl didn't respond, instead stared at the ground, and stopped in his tracks. Rick took notice on Carl and that he had stopped moving, as he appeared glued to his spot. He walked over to him

"Hey, Carl..." he paused " You alright?" Rick asked, he was looking down at him concern in his eye's. Rick put his arm around Carl and walked him to a bench where they both sat down side by side. Rick took notice on the bruises on his arms, marks of how he was hurt. Rick reached out a hand to examine his arm and Carl's eyes spiked up to his father

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry" Rick whispered voice strained with hurt "I cant say it to you enough... I know something's wrong, don't hide, speak please"

"Can't" was Carl's only word, before leaning into Ricks side, and Rick put his arm's around him protectively, and Carl said it again.

"I can't"