but can we talk about how he gave him his match worn jersey from his first PL goal!!!!
let me set it up for you. this was not some publicity visit arranged by the spurs PR team. this was not some carefully crafted moment set with a boom mic and proper lighting. this was a family desperate to make their sick son’s dreams come true reaching out to dele’s family. this was doubt that the busy footballer would actually take the time to stop in on his day off between travelling back to England after a taxing cl game and other obligations already arranged for that day.
this was dele looking in his wardrobe that morning and wondering what he could possibly bring to someone so young and so sick other than his own presence (as if that wouldn’t have made it everything anyway!), and seeing something he’s cherished for over a year and probably would have for the rest of his life. something priceless to him. did he even hesitate?
2 days. 2 days between little Tony’s parents reaching Dele’s and Dele showing up next to his hospital bed and spending a few hours playing FIFA and leaving behind something of sentimental value to both of them, and not just the memories.
Look at how torn Michonne is. She doesn’t trust that in his current emotional state Rick will take care of himself. And she needs to make sure Carl is okay. She decides to trust Denise to take care of her boy, and makes to go. And Denise taking charge says no. I need you here. Just for a second. And when she is done she does let Michonne know it’s okay to go.
But this kiss. Michonne kissing Carl. Even though he’s unconscious. For luck, or to comfort him, or because she doesn’t know if she’ll be back to kiss him or he will be there for her to kiss. And I am crying. How dare you writers?! I love her maternal relationship with Carl more than life. And then she’s gone. Because she’s got two boys to protect today. I love her y'all.
*In honor of last night’s episode of The Walking Dead*
His blank expression sends your stomach falling to the cold ground as his body falls limply along with it.
“CARL!” You scream. “NO!”
Everything is a blur. Everything seems to be in slow motion but sped up all at once. Rick lifts Carl into his arms and runs for the infirmary with you close on his heels. Michone covers the pathway there as you are greeted with an open door and caring hands.
Rick places Carl carefully on a gurney set up for your arrival. Denise must have seen you running towards them.
“Please,” Rick mumbles blankly, still in shock. “Please….”
“Save him,” you sob to Denise, kneeling beside the gurney. “Carl…”
Out of the corner of your eye you see Rick leave, an axe in his hand. You push the worry over him out of your mind and concentrate on Carl, holding his hand and helping in any way possible as Denise begins to tend to his eye.
“I have to go help Rick,” Michone insists, although anxious to leave Carl. You nod and promise to look to after him. Michone kisses Carl’s forehead before running out the door.
“One more suture,” Denise says calmly after a while, finishing off her work. “He’s one lucky kid, I’ll tell you that.”
“He’s going to be okay?” You ask, tears dried on your cheeks.
“I hope so. Now we just have to wait and see.”
You breathe out a sigh of relief knowing that the love of your life has a fighting chance.
“He’s strong. He’s going to make it.”
You set up a bed for Carl in the next room over while Denise bandages his eye. When they bring him and get him settled, you sit by him, interlocking your fingers with his.
“Carl?” You whisper. You kiss his hand gently. “Please. I need you.”
Hot tears run down your cheeks again. You need him to open his eye, hold your hand, show you that he’s okay.
“You’re the love of my life, Carl. You keep me sane and alive. I can’t survive this without you. I don’t want to. I want to be by your side always. I love you, baby. Please. I need you.”
You rest your head on his chest, feeling his heartbeat and his chest rising and falling shallowly. Your eyes flutter shut with exhaustion. You’re with him. He’s alive.
You let yourself drift off to sleep. Not long after, you are woken by a rough hand being placed on your shoulder.
“Y/n?” Your eyes open to see Rick looking down at you. He had just gone through hell and back by the looks of it. Sunlight is streaming in from the window. It’s quiet outside, which means most of the walkers are either dead or had left.
“Let me sit with him a while,” Rick says raspily. You nod and kiss Carl’s cheek before getting up to leave them alone.
You hesitate at the doorway.
“Let me know if he wakes up?” You plead. Rick nods and takes his place beside Carl. You close the door behind you, knowing that the love of your life is safe.
Michonne had taken the night shift – Spencer had asked her
to cover for him for some reason. She had hoped to have dinner with Rick before
she left for the shift, but his trip with Daryl that day was running longer
It was half past one in the morning when she spotted the car
they had taken on their trip far on the road. It looked like they were on a
rush to get home – and for some reason those screeching tires had her heart in
The moment they pulled up next to the gate, Michonne was
there to open for them. Daryl was the first one out of the driver’s seat, and
rushed to the other side of the car. He opened the door and helped Rick out of
His face was all covered in blood, as well as most of his
For a second, Michonne felt her heart stop. Then she was yelling
up at Rosita, with whom she was sharing the shift, running towards Rick to help
Daryl to the infirmary.
Images from her past – Mike, Andre… - it all began to
surface in Michonne’s mind and she pushed them down. She had to focus on what
was going on at that moment if she wanted to help him.
She couldn’t lose him. She couldn’t lose…not again.
When she got to Rick’s side, Michonne checked the wound on
his forehead. Not a bite. But a deep gash nevertheless.
Between her and Daryl carrying Rick, they reached the
infirmary fast but it seemed like forever. She pounded on the door, waking
Denise and Tara up.
Helping Daryl put Rick on the gunner, sitting next to him,
she was forcefully reminded of the night Carl’s lost his eye. She could barely
concentrate on what Daryl was telling Denise.
“We were running from a couple of walkers in the woods… The
ground was wet from yesterday’s storm … Rick slipped, fell and opened his
forehead… There was blood everywhere… He passed out… I managed to kill the
walkers, then dragged him back home.”
Denise was cleaning the wound with saline, asking Tara for the
rest of her medical supplies. Soon she had a needle and thread out, and began patching
“It wasn’t a big cut, but any wounds on the face bleed a lot,”
Denise said quietly to Michonne.
It was while she was putting a dressing on the wound that Rick
woke up, a bit startled at first.
“Shh. You are home. Daryl brought you back. You are safe,”
Michonne said, and squeezed his hand.
Looking at her, Rick seemed to calm down. Giving a feeble
half smile, he murmured “I know I’m safe with you.”