Carl & I

Chapter Five Friends or Foes

It's been a couple of weeks since Carl and I became official. I met his father, Rick and the rest of their group. They are all so nice and they aren't weak like the people here. Deanna was smart for allowing them to take up residence here.

Today Maggie planned on giving me a makeover. She told me stories about how she used to give them to her sister Beth all of the time before the apocalypse. I never did meet Beth, and I don't know what happened to her. I don't dare ask either.

I made my way towards the two large homes that Rick's group was residing in. I fixed my blouse and straightened my back. I approached the door with a small pinch of fear, as I was still nervous to be around their group.

I stepped onto the steps leading to the door and pressed my finger on the doorbell. I forgot the doorbells don't work anymore. I formed a fist with my hands and knocked quietly. I waited for a moment and then saw the doorknob twist and come open.

"Y/n! It's great to see you, you look lovely." Michonne said as she peered through the door. "Thank you, you do too." I smiled with great pleasure. She signaled for me to come in and I did.

"Maggie is upstairs preparing her area for your makeover. You can go on up." she smiled and pointed at the stairs. I made my way up the stairs that creaked with every step. That was normal, as these houses were becoming old throughout the years.

I saw Maggie sitting on the floor with all of her utensils on the floor. I stood there for a moment and watched her work. She realized I was standing there and welcomed me inside.

"So, you and Carl?" she said with a smirk. "Yeah." I felt my cheeks get rosy red. "Let's get this makeover started." she raised some foundation and smiled.

I felt weird having my face as a canvas. Making takes a little getting used to. It makes my face feel like I can't touch it or else I will mess it up. "All done, look in the mirror" she held up a small mirror and handed it to me. When I looked in the mirror I saw rosy red cheeks, my face was clear of any acne that once was visible on my face. My eyelashes fluttered with each blink and my eye color stood out more than it ever has before. My lips were red, like an apple. "It's.. it's beautiful." I said in utter shock. "I hoped you'd day that. Now let me fix your hair up.".

Maggie pulled out a small curling iron but not like the one my mother used to have. This one did not have a clamp on it and looked as if it was expensive. "It's called a curling wand, this one is a designer wand. I found it in the closet." she said to me while she wrapped my hair around the wand. Each piece of hair she let fall, fell into a loose spiral. After nearly an hour, my hair was standing out with beautiful curls.

"Thank you, Maggie." I said gracefully as I hugged her tightly. "You're welcome y/n. You are like my little sister now, I will always care for you as if you were my own sister." the words that came from her lips overwhelmed my body. I have never been cared about since the world took a turn for the worst and now two people have showed to me how much they care for me.

I decided to go and find Carl, thinking maybe he would want to come to my house and watch a movie. I walked along the road until I saw Carl and Enid standing together. Not wanting to be seen, I quickly his behind a house and slowly peered around just enough to see and hear them.

"Carl, Y/n is not good for you! I like you. We should be together." as the words came from Enid's lips I felt my heart drop deep into my stomach. "Enid, what happened with us the other day was a one time thing. It's not happening again." Carl muttered under his breath. I could feel the tears slowly forming in my eyes. "Carl, we had sex. You can't tell me that's not love." once the words registered in my brain I became livid.

"CARL! YOU HAD SEX WITH ENID?" I screamed loudly while crying. "Y/n, it's it's not what you think." he tried to hug me but I pushed him away. "I thought you were my friend Enid. I can see that's not true." I noticed her smile as she saw me cry, which made me cry much more than I was before. "Y/n please let me explain." he begged. "No Carl, we, us, it's done." I yelled.

Turning away from both of them I ran to my house. The makeup that once made me so beautiful, now makes me look like a clown. My mascara was streaming down my face as I ran to my house.

I ran to my room and screamed into my pillow. "And I actually thought he loved me."