There is no cure (Carl Grimes)

Chapter 10

Carl's P.O.V.

I woke up to huffing. The darkness only made me want to fall back asleep, but then I heard the light huffing, and murmurs beneath me. I slowly got up, and climbed down the steps.

“Mary?” I call out, but no response. I inch closer, and see her glimmering face shinning with droplets of sweat; her brown hair is stuck on the side of her neck, as she pants. Tears are falling from her closed eyes, as she whispers.

“Please. No. Stop.” Her eyebrows are furrowed together, as she repeats the same words over, and over. She shakes her head afraid, her chest rises, and falls quickly, and her hands are buried into the sheets gripping onto them for her life. She is terrified.

“Mary. Mary wake up.” I whisper. I touch her arm, and she jolts awake. Her brown eyes shoot open worry flashed across her face. She looks around still afraid, until she sees me, and her tensed face slowly calms.

“Are you okay?” I ask her worried.

“I-I'm fine.” She stutters with her words barley above a whisper, as she stares into space. The words she speak are lies. She is hurt. Mary is not shy, quiet person; she is confident, bossy, and loud. Beautiful... My conscious adds. Wait what? She is one of the strongest people you know. One of the strongest people I know...

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask. She looks broken. She bites her lip, and shakes her head. I nod, and stand up from my position, and start to walk away. She pulls me back her hand pulling mine sending a shock through my hand, and out my whole body.

“Can you lay with me? J-just till I fall asleep?” She asks lightly, and a little embarrassed.

She looks like a little kid that is afraid of the nightmare she just witnessed. Mary's eyes show true terror. I have never seen her so soft, and afraid. She is so vulnerable. I nod my head, and crawl beside her. She pulls the blanket on me, and lays her head on my chest. She hides her face in the crook of my neck, her arm is placed on my torso, and leg inter winded with mine. I place my arms around her waist pulling her in close, and close my eyes. What am I doing lying down with Mary like this? My arms around her small waist, her body nuzzled beside mine? The warm feeling inside my stomach. My heart beat rising at her touch. What is this? I look at her face, as she slowly drifts to sleep. Her hair messily in a braid, her small nose twitching, as she holds in a sneeze, her brown eyes closed. My heart beat is steady, and I can't help, but feel more comfortable down here with her, than up by myself. I feel something wet on my bare chest. I look down at her once more, as tears slowly escape her closed eyes. I don't say anything. I just bring her closer.

I wake up. Mary is laying beside me sleeping, her head is on my arm facing the wall, and her legs are brought to her chest. I sigh, and get up quickly before anyone notices. I throw on a shirt, and jeans. My dad, and Carol are still not back, and I am beginning to worry. Mary's eyes flutter open, revealing her dark brown eyes. Her eyes are so plain, but they light up in the most amazing way. When she looks up at the stars they shine, and when she gets excited they sparkle like the stars. When she gets mad they turn into the darkest brown, maybe even black. They way her cheeks flush a vibrant red, and her eyebrows furrowed together, while she is clenching her fists, and jaw.

“Carl?” She is standing in front of me now. I shake my head, and rub my eyes.

“What did you say?” I at her confused.

“Is your dad back?” She peers into my eyes looking for answers.

“I don't know yet.” I answer honestly. She nods, and grabs my Sheriff's hat. She places it on my head, and adjusts it so it is not hovering over my eyes. I smile as she stands on the tip of her toe to place it on me.

“What?” She looks at me confused. She seems different. She isn't loud, her voice is soft, and fragile. The way she is looking at me is gentle, and there is no hate glimmering in her eye.

“Nothing. I'm going to go start cropping before my dad gets here.” I say leaving the cell.

“Please. No. Stop.” The way she begged in her sleep taunts me. What was she thinking about? Who was she talking too? Was it a dream, or a horrid memory? The questions wander in my mind, as I start to rip dead plants out of the ground. I just want to get this over with just to stare into those brown eyes. Wait, what? Why am I thinking of Dixon? I mean she is just your cellmate. Why am I still thinking of her? Mary Anne Dixon. I shake my head. I like her. I admit to myself. The way her temper rises, the way she acts when it is just us, or the way her voice softens when she feels weak. The way her sweet voice has a tint of accent in it. The way her wavy hair falls down, and how her brown eyes meet my blue ones. It's crazy how one night can steer all these emotions. It wasn't just one night. It was the day she found the prison. When we fought. She was stronger than I thought, but she is a Dixon.

Mary's P.O.V.

You're so weak going to Carl like that. I mean look at yourself. You're scared of that old bastard. My sub conscious mocks. He hated you. You're your own reason for him beating you. Your mother died, so you had to face the wrath of my own father. It was something I couldn't control. I would've loved to have my mother around, but livin' with my father maybe not. She was just as bad not helpin' Merle, and Daryl when they got beaten. My father has drivin' me mad. He made me feel worthless, and feel like I was an object.

“Mary.” A deep voice calls; Daryl. I look up at him, and he nods for me to follow him. I grab the crutches, and follow him.

“We're runnin' low on supplies.” He says.

“Maggie, and Glenn just came back, and Rick and Carol just left yesterday.” I say.

“They ain't back yet.” He says with his ruff raspy voice.

“Well wait then!” I roll my eyes.

“They'll be back Daryl.” I huff, and slowly guide my crutches outside.

What sucks about having an injury is that I can't help. Maybe, I can just kill the walkers by the fences, or take watch up in the guarding towers. I ain't going back to laundry, and dishes that's for sure. The scratching noise of the gates being open assures me Rick, and Carol are back. A grin appears on my face, but I only see Rick hop out of the car with bags of supplies. I hear Daryl shouting, and others stay quiet with upset faces.

“We just got split up.” Rick says. I roll my eyes.

“Don't give me that, Rick.” I say lowly. My hand tenses around the crutch.

“She killed them, Karen and David? She has a car, and supplies. She's a survivor, she'll be okay.” Rick says.

“She only killed them, because they were a threat.” I say threw gritted teeth. I crutch off not wanting to deal with Carol's missing report from Officer Friendly. People are sick, and they're dying. This isn't good.