<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'"><span style="font-size: 15px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00ff80">Carl stared at his father dead-on in the eyes. "I'm not a kid anymore, Dad. I'm 18, an adult for Gods sakes. I love you, and I respect you, but I'm also not Mom. I'm not gonna cower under your glare any longer, or run off scared to my room just because you're pissed off at something that I did. And I'm also not gonna pussy out like you have been doing when it comes to Negan and the Saviors. We're stuck under their boot because you're scared. Because you're not willing to tell Negan and his people to go fuck themselves, well, I'm not like you."<br/>
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"I haven't given up. I'm not scared of them. We can fight them, and we can win. We've just been handed the best weapon against Negan and the Saviors. More fighters. I'm sorry that Hilltop was bombed, but I'm <i>not </i>sorry they're here. We need them to help us take down Negan and the Saviors. And we should also reach out to the Kingdom. Get the King and his people on our side. Between all of our communities, we can take them out. We just have to be willing to do what it takes." He sighed softly, and lifted one hand to run over the bandage on his lost eye, to rub it lightly. <br/>
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"We've been through a lot. I've been through a lot. And we're gonna go through so much more before this is through. I'm not backing down on this. I know that you're worried and upset, and you want to protect me, but I don't need your protection any longer. I'm going to stand up to Negan and his people. And I can do it on my own, or you and everyone else can follow my lead. You say that you're not willing to risk my life, but I am. I'd risk my life a million times over, if it meant I was able to protect the people I loved."<br/>
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"I guess somewhere along the way, you forgot what it means to do the right thing. I haven't. I still remember all the stories you told me when I was growing up, about all the things you did as a sheriff. I miss that man. He was willing to risk it all, if it meant making the world a better place. I wanna be that kind of man. The kind of man who would help a girl that's trapped inside the Savior compound. The kind of man who would fight to the death for his community and other communities, and the people he loves."<br/>
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"And no matter what, even if Negan kills me, I'm okay with it. Because it would mean that I went out fighting like a man, with my principles still in tact, and trying to do good in the world, even with as fucked up as it currently is. You don't have to like my decision or even agree with it. I don't expect you to support me. But when the time comes, I hope that you'll at least consider doing the right thing. Because that time is coming soon. Whether you're ready or not." After he spoke, Carl said good night to Maggie.<br/>
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Then turned around and walked off, going to his room and going to bed. Once inside his room, he sighed softly and removed his gun, knife, and machete and placed them all on the bedside table in case of emergency. He removed his shirt and walked into the bathroom. He glanced at the mirror and stared at his damaged eye for  a long time, before he finally brushed his teeth, exited the bathroom and got into bed. It had been a long day and all he wanted was a few hours of sleep before he reached out to Eugene.<br/>
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The plan was for him to learn how to make bullets. It would give him an excuse to get out from under his father's watchful eye. He'd also use the excuse of going on a walk, as to why he was missing in the future. He'd decided to go back to the Saviors outpost in a few days and check on Jennifer.</span></span></span>