Stay With Me *Walking Dead Fan Fiction*

Chapter 4

*Rachel's POV*

I wake up to Carl stroking my hair behind my ear. He knows how to make me smile.

"Hey," I say. "What are you doing in here?" "I woke up and walked by your cell and you just look so beautiful I had to come in here." he says with a cute smile.

I smile and kiss him on the cheek, "Come on," I say, motioning for him to lay down next to me.

He lays down and puts his hand on my waist and I rest my head on his chest. He keeps rubbing my back. I think I love you, is all I can think. I can hear his heartbeat, and it's so beautiful, just the two of us together. I love it.

I guess I must've fallen asleep on him, because the next thing I know I'm being shaken by him, violently.

"Rachel you have to wake up," he says. "There's walkers in B!"

Once I hear walkers, I'm already sitting up and getting my weapons. "What the hell? When did we get walkers in B?" I say, frustrated.

"I don't know, I just heard Daryl calling 'Walkers in B!" he says apologetically.

"Don't worry, honey it's okay." I say, pecking his cheek before we head out.

We jog out to B, and everything seems quiet.

Until a walker pounces on me and almost takes a chunk off of my face.

Good thing Carl was there, because he ripped that thing off of me before it even had a chance. He stabs it in the back of the head and we keep moving.

"Thanks." I say, panting. He kisses my forehead and says, "You're welcome. Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you."

Once we've cleared out all of the walkers, we finally realize we were the only ones in there helping at all. "Where is everybody?" I ask. Carl just shrugs his shoulders, "I don't know, let's go check outside."

When we get outside, I gasp and clutch Carl's collar, seeing a freaking tank right in front of us.

It's the Governor.

I walk towards him and Carl pulls me back, but I get out of his grip and walk towards the tank, gun raised.

He has Michonne's sword around Hershel's neck.

No, please no.

"Stop." I say.

"Maybe I will, on one condition," he says with a ornery smile. "You leave the prison so we can live here, and if you persist, we will kill."

"No," I say. "We can all live together, we can. Just lower your weapons and we will lower ours. We can live together, I swear. We will take you in, and we can live together. We can grow food, keep people fed, keep you clean, and give you a safe place to sleep. Just please, don't do anything you'll regret. I swear, we can live together."

He slowly lowers the sword, which makes me sigh with relief.

After a few seconds, he whispers:

"Liar."

As he drives the sword across Hershel's neck.

Then suddenly I feel a sharp pain go through my thigh and I fall to the ground. I try to stay awake, until I can't take it anymore and everything goes black.