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I Wish Walkers Sang Instead

(3rd POV)

Carl sat at the table, fishing around the bowl for the last pieces of cereal. This was becoming a routine since he and his dad found the house, except usually he was alone. Today, Michonne joined him.

It had been a rough few days for Carl. His dad had passed out on the couch from the extent of his injuries, the bruises and cuts slowly healing while he slept. At one point, he thought Rick had died during the night and reanimated, forcing him to either shoot his father or accept his own fate. He chose the latter, so it was a good thing Rick had in fact survived. And when Michonne showed up with a knock on the door, it only made him feel that much better. He just couldn't get one thing off his mind.

"Michonne?" He nervously asked, resting the spoon against the bowl. She raised her eyebrows as a signal for him to continue.

"Did you- when you got out, did you see Belle?" He had been thinking a lot about her. Not only was she sick, but she had been right next to Hershel when the Governor killed him. Michonne sighed, a regretful tone in her voice.

"I'm sorry, Carl. I made a mistake back there. I should've stuck with her, but I was just so...focused. By the time I left, the place was empty. But I didn't see her in the field, so that means she got out." The end of her sentence had a hopeful tone. She had found Hershel's body by the fence, putting him down before frantically searching for the teenage girls body. Relief flooding through her when it was nowhere in sight.

"Yeah, you're right. She would've got out. She knows how to survive out there, but I know she was still getting better." Carl expressed his concern.

Rick limped into the room. "She's out there, I know it. And she's never gonna stop looking until she finds you. So we shouldn't either." He smiled at his son.

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I looked up at the sun in the sky. I tried to remember what Daryl taught me about telling the time from its position, and if my thoughts were right it would be around noon. I wiggled my fingers, swinging my legs slightly. It didn't ache too much. I could still hear the walkers reaching up for my feet and it was starting to bother me. My sword was gripped in my right hand and I curled my fingers around it tighter.

I was about to get up when the walkers growling stopped, the sound of knives stabbing taking their place. I sat up on the edge of the train car, my eyes squinting as I looked below me. Three figures took out the walkers in no time, the silhouette of a familiar hat standing out in particular. I knew who this was.

I used all my energy to stand up, taking careful steps down the ladder as I ran over to Rick, Michonne and Carl. They had seen me on top of the train car, Rick and Michonne stepping back as I ran right into Carl, knocking the hat off his head.

"I thought I'd never see you again." I whispered with tears in my eyes, holding the hat so it wouldn't hit the ground. I didn't care that my stomach hurt or my arm stung, they couldn't distract from the feeling of pure joy running through me. I wasn't alone anymore.

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I just finished writing Coda :D

It was a tough one