Rick glanced towards the cell block entrance again. It was early afternoon and still no sign of Carl. It was one thing to sleep in after staying up all night reading comics but shirking his chores altogether was something else entirely.

Mentally preparing himself for excuses and complaining, Rick headed back up the hill and into the prison to find his son.

"Carl," he called out when he spotted the boy sitting at a table with Michonne, both of them bent over what could only be comic books.

No response was forthcoming.

"Carl, I need you in the garden," Rick said, now standing behind his son, a strict tone in his voice.

"Dad, not now," Carl said with that particular inflection specific to teenage annoyance.

Michonne barely spared him a glance, adding, "We're kinda in the middle of something."

Rick blinked, taken aback by his casual dismissal.

Carl sighed and tried to explain, "We're really busy right now. I'll help you later, I promise."

"Busy doing what?" Rick's irritation was replaced with curiosity.

He saw that their table was covered in pieces of paper and scattered colored pencils, not comic books after all.

"It's not ready yet," Carl said, still frustrated at being interrupted.

Rick picked up one of the papers. It was a drawing of...himself, holding a basket full of red tomatoes, the whole scene filled in with strokes of bright colors. Rick was speechless. He picked up another paper and this one showed Judith sitting in a clump of flowers, a pink sunhat on her head.

"You made this?" Rick asked in awe, looking between Carl and Michonne.

"Michonne draws the outlines and I color them in," Carl said proudly, "We're going to make a picture book for Judith!"

Seeing that his dad was clearly impressed, and no longer threatening him with chores, Carl couldn't resist the childish desire to show off. Michonne pretended to focus on the sketch in front of her.

"Look, this one's me!" Carl held out the drawing he was working on.

Rick sat down on the bench and looked at a sketch of his son wearing the old Sheriff's hat, a wide smile on his young face. The likeness was remarkable.

"These are amazing! Michonne, I had no idea you could draw!" Rick blurted out, staring at her in wonder.

Michonne gave a small shrug, "There's lots of things you don't know about me."

Rick was at a loss for words. He didn't know how to tell her how much it warmed his heart to see the effect her friendship had on Carl or how much he wanted to know everything about her.