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𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗬 𝗢𝗡𝗘, 𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲
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❝𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗟, 𝗜 𝗗𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗘 if you don't want me going or not! This isn't about me, or you! This is about Maggie and the baby!" Ivy yelled as they stepped into the infirmary.
Carl began throwing guns into a duffel bag. "You're going to stay here. The people need you." Carl spoke.
"Maggie needs me. She's carrying my little sibling and my god child!" Ivy argued. "Glenn isn't fucking here, so it's my job to step up and help Maggie!"
"It's not your job!" Carl raised his voice. Ivy ran her hands through her hair and sighed in annoyance.
"That's exactly my fucking job! If anything, you should stay here! Since the people need someone!" Ivy stated.
"You wouldn't be able to do much anyways! You're to emotionally attached to Maggie! You'd be crying the whole way there. You'd probably get yourself killed! Or somebody else killed." Carl muttered. Ivy stepped away from Carl slightly. Carl sighed and tried to step towards her, but she pushed him away. "Babe, I didn't mean it—"
