There is no cure (Carl Grimes)

Chapter 5

I wake up to the screeching sound of screams. I can hear the baby wailing over, and over. I shut my eyes, but I can not sleep with the damn child screaming every second. Once, she stops I close my eyes, but nothing. I get up from my bed, but see Carl laying down. How am I gonna change with a boy in my cell?

“Wake up blue eyes!” I scream in Carl's ear. He rolls over, and nearly falls off his bed. His eyes shoot open with fear, and he gets up angry.

“What the hell Mary.” He groans.

“Get out of the cell.” I demand, and he looks at me strangely.

“I need to change. Get out.” I cross my arms.

“Damn there are bathrooms. I've changed Judith before I know the womanly parts.” Carl smirks.

“Grimes you are sick. I'll wear these again.” I huff, and throw the clothes on my bed. I strap my weapons all around me, and do a check. I start to clean my knives, then my gun.

“You have enough weapons, Dixon?” Carl hops out of bed, and comes behind me. I put the knife to his neck, and he steps a few paces back.

“Nope.” I put my knife in it's place, and out my gun back together.

“Dixon, I'll give you another knife for a gun.” He offers a trade.

“You're kiddin' right? Ain't nobody takin' my gun, Grimes.” I scuff, and clean my arrows off.

“You have quite the attitude.” Grimes says.

“Do you have a problem with that?!” My voice starts to raise, as I cross my arms.

“If you have a problem with something just say it.” I start to walk over to him till we are face to face.

“Well now I have a problem with you in my face.” He lightly pushes me back. Then, I hear the same crying from his sister.

“Well I have a problem with your damn sister crying for walkers every ten minutes!” I yell, and shove him back. That seems to have done it. He charges at me, but I block him, and tackle him to the floor.

“Sounds like Merle. He used to yell, and not give a shit about anything!” Carl yells at me, and I punch his jaw. Then he flips us, and he is on me pinning me down.

“Get off of me you damn bastard!” I yell, but he pins me harder.

“At least Merle always knew where I was, and was able to watch me; unlike your mother always havin' everyone else take care of you.” I say threw gritted teeth; his eyes softened, but they went hard again. I flipped him over again, and punched his gut. I felt arms wrap around me, and I knew it was Daryl.

“You don't know anything Dixon.” Carl says threw gritted teeth as Rick held him back.

“Shut up Grimes! You have no right to bring Merle into this you motherfuckin' bitch! You're a fuckin' bastard Carl Grimes! You can go rot in hell with all the other walkers fuckin' asshole!” Daryl covered my mouth the rest of the way up to his tower, and locked the door.

“What the hell was that?!” He shouted at me.

“Fuckin' Carl! That motherless poxy bastard!” I shouted.

“Hey! Calm down.” Daryl demanded.

“He knows Merle is dead, but fuckin' rubbing it in my face. I'm gonna show that lil' shit.” I charge for the door, but Daryl picks me up, and plants me far from it.

“Damn it Mary you talked about Lori, and Lil' ass kicker.” Daryl said.

“Lil' ass kicker?” I question.