You're Not Alone (TWD/Carl Grimes)

Chapter Six

"Now can I ask who the fuck those people were?" Carl gasped for air. The two have been running for at least a half hour nonstop.

"They're dirt. Disgusting scumbags," Bryn spat.

"Can we at least stop for a little, please? I can barely breathe," he slowed his pace and put his hands behind his head.

"Not until we are far away from them," he hissed, snapping her head toward Carl and glaring at him.

He rolled his eyes and jogged up to her to keep up. They walked for another ten minutes in complete silence, not a word shared.

"There should be a treehouse around here somewhere," she spoke to herself.
Bryn scoped out the area until pointing to a rather small house in between tree branches.

"A treehouse?" he asked, unsure of what to think.

"It's safe," she chuckled.

"What if they come looking for us? Won't sitting up in a treehouse just give it away?" he asked.

"We're not gonna stay here for long," she explained. "We'll eventually go back up there."

He nodded.

They climbed up the old, beaten down ladder up to the treehouse. A ripped blanket acted as a door and two windows were across from each other, shutters keeping the sunlight from peeking in. It was mossy inside, smelled old and there were a few toys scattered across the floor.

"Well, this is nice," Carl said sarcastically.

"Hey, you could sleep outside if you want," Bryn joked.

He threw his bag in a corner and laid down, resting his head on his bag. He took off his sheriff hat and threw it to the side.

"You the deputy around here?" she asked, a big smile plastered across her face.

"Yeah, I am. Now I command you to get me a cheeseburger and some fries," he laughed, putting a hand over his growling stomach.

"I wish I could do it for the both of us," she sighed.

"No, this was my dad's. He gave it to me a while back," he picked up the old hat and examined it. It was dirty and looked like it was just about to fall apart.

"Is he alive?" she asked.

"I hope so," he looked up at the roof of the tiny treehouse.

It soon became dark as Bryn and Carl talked about their lives before the apocalypse. They found a few candles in the corner of the room along with a box of matches.

"Just our luck," she said and she struck a match to light two candles.

"I am so hungryyy," Carl groaned, dragging the y.

"I am too. We'll go back tomorrow, I promise," she told him, "just get some rest."

He rolled on his side and she did the same, their eyes meeting. "Did I tell you, you have the prettiest eyes I've ever seen?" Bryn told Carl.

"Thanks," he chuckled, "they're my father's."

She smiled. "I want to meet him."

"If we find him, which we will, I'll introduce you to him," Carl said.

"Sounds good," she giggled.

"Oh, and I better get that cheeseburger," he sternly said while rolling to face the wall of the treehouse.

"Yeah, yeah."

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Author's Note:

hope yall liked this chapter. like I said, these r filler chapters. imma make them more exciting.

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