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My Lil' AssKicker

Carl Grimes, You’re In Some Deep Shit.

---------------!!!IMPORTANT!!!----------------
Remember when I had someone give Beth a note from Ralph?
Well, I had an idea for that to progress into a conflict, and it involved Aria and another group, but I don’t think I want to go that way anymore. It was cool, but after the Charl ship set sail I think I’m going to wait a little longer for that to happen. It still will happen, but not yet!
So if you guys could just conveniently forget that whole thing ever happened, that’d be très fabuleux (I just finished my french homework).
Thanks ladies and gents! ;)


DARYL’S POV

“Stay safe, Carol.”
“Nine lives, remember?”

I sighed. It was four in the morning or so, and I once again found myself fighting off sleep desperately. I should’ve been used to it by then, but after a long day’s work, a man has got to get at least seven hours. Five didn’t suffice.
No matter how hard I tried, Carol slipped back into my mind almost daily. Would she like the person I’d become? Had I changed? Where would she and I be at this moment if she were still here? The questions that plagued my mind made my head burn with frustration.
It was my fault Carol died.
Carol died for Rick, Rick died for Michonne, and Michonne died for Carl. Though Carl doesn’t mention any of them, I see the distorted look flash across his face every time one of them is mentioned. He gives his hat a little stroke/pat, and disappears into the privacy of the forest or his cabin.
The reason Carol was the first one to slip into my mind in times like this, though, was because she died in the small hours of the morning. I remember because she was holding my hand so tight, I thought my fingers would fold together. I bit my lip at the pain of her grip, but after it suddenly went limp, I prayed it would return. But as a faint breath escaped her soft, parted lips, I got the sick feeling she wasn’t coming back.
“Ah, shit.” My train of thought crashed, interrupted by a small voice.
I recognized the voice, but my muscles instinctively tensed. It came from the cabin where that girl Carl fancied stayed. Yeah, I knew all about the ‘secret’ romance between the two. It made me sick. They constantly glanced in each other’s directions, batted their eyes, and pretended like nothing happened. Like no one knew. I heard Naomi say it was cute, but I could taste bile every time I caught a wink or a smile between them.
I silently emerged from my smelly, damp folding chair, and followed the stretching shadows to the girl’s cabin.
Using my knuckles, I lightly tapped the thin screen door.
After listening to rummaging, the young woman answered the door. She looked heavier in her white nightgown. Messy brown hair spilled out of a bun on the top of her head.
“Hey, Daryl.” Chelsea casually rested a hand on her stomach. Something was hiding behind her crisp brown eyes, and I was determined to find out what.
I attempted to scan the area behind her, but she stepped in the way, giving me a can-I-help-you look. “Good morning Chelsea.”
She puckered her lips. “You have any idea what time it is? Some people are sleeping.”
I held her under a heavy glare. “You obviously weren’t.”
“I was sleeping.”
“Mmh.” I pushed past her into the room.
Chelsea protested wildly, which made me want to search even further. She nearly begged me to stop before I pushed her out of the way.
I inwardly gasped. Little pink boxes that said First Response littered a messy bed. Vitamin and nutrient pill bottles lined the counter.
She stared at me with brooding eyes. The way she approached me resembled a puppy that tore up the newspaper and was caught. “Daryl,” Chelsea tried, her voice barely above a whisper.
I ran my fingers through my hair, which was soaked in sweat. “Did Carl…?”The dropped her head into her hands. “No, no. I was trying to tell him. It-”
I pointed a stubby finger in her sobbing face. “You have some explaining to do!” I nearly shouted.
She grabbed my shoulders firmly. I was surprised by her sudden surge of strength. “Daryl, listen to me.” She hissed. “This needs to stay secret, do you understand? I need to be the one to tell him.”
I pursed my lips. “How-”
Footsteps sounded on the porch. I whipped around and was faced with Carl Grimes. Speak of the devil…
Chelsea shot me a horrified glance, and I herded Carl back outside. Chelsea shut the door behind us.
“What was that?” Carl demanded, sleep lingering in his tone.
I took a step off the porch, a gesture for him to follow. “She had a nightmare. Just give her a minute.”
After standing in silence for a minute, the door was pulled back open, and Carl was given a peck on the cheek. I scowled. Chelsea threw me a glare that was mixed with desperation and rage, and the door was shut once again.
Carl Grimes, you’re in some deep shit.

Notes

Comments

You guys I can't log into this account anymore!!! Google is no longer supported on this site I can't get in D:

But my bestie Mavis is letting me have her account since she doesn't really use it anymore..

I won't be continuing this story. I loved it but I don't know how many of you are going to find me anymore. So I'm starting a new story that I love even more! It's the favorite story of mine that I've ever written, so go check it out! It's called dropping Petals. I'll link it so everyone can find it.

http://www.walkingdeadfanfiction.com/Story/74995/Dropping-Petals/

Enjoy!! Sorry for the inconvenience.

Mavis Mavis
6/16/15

LOVE IT!! So great keep it up!

AnnaDixonluvs AnnaDixonluvs
4/24/15

Rick was pissed off bad. Everyone was hurt

FatMac FatMac
1/7/15

YES! I CRIED SO MUCH AT THAT EPISODE! UHHH I wanna read what Carl does and what state Judith is in! Ahh, update!!!

thewalkerinme thewalkerinme
12/20/14

Haha you guys are lovely!! Thank you so much for commenting!!!!



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12/20/14