Survive: A Walking Dead Fanfiction {Carl Grimes x Fictional Character} (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2

Omggg, thank you for the readers who read Chapter 1!!! uvu *hugs you once more* I hope you enjoy this!~
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~Carl's POV~

"Who are you?!", I demanded, he may be a survivor but he could also be an enemy.
His eyes seemed almost silver, almost metallic in the weak light the moon cast through the windows of the building.
"Elie, and who are you, Sheriff?", he teased again, now known as Elie to me. "Carl... Carl Grimes...", I hesitatingly answered, not being sure if I wanted to give him my last name, though it wouldn't really matter. We stared at each other for a minute or two, my pistol still aimed at Elie's head. A messenger bag with the theme of faded gray jeans was resting on his right hip, a total of 5 pins grouped in a corner of it, the strap on his left shoulder, a hunting rifle strapped on his back also. Black skinny jeans were tight against his body, the ends of them tucking completely into the black combat boots he wore.

He didn't seem provoked to have his rifle ready to kill. I took the chance to break the awkward tension and turn to the freezers, grabbing for the handle, I felt the air around it starting to feel cold. Electricity. Elie's group had the center of the city hooked on some generators, I assumed. Grabbing for the handle and forcing it open, the door having stuck to it's frame with the loss of any human contact. I hadn't paid attention to that. My eyes landed on tall can, recognizing it as pudding. Smirking, I grabbed it and set it on the metal counter.

"You have a k- OH SHIT", I had started to say, a silver throwing knife stabbed itself into the side of the freezer I had opened, the blade having barley missed me neck. "Yep, I have knives, plural, more than one", Elie stated, an innocent smile forming on his face. Slightly alarmed I grabbed the blade and started to open up the can. Looking through the cabinets and small drawers, I finally found a spoon that seemed clean enough to use, rubbing it in my shirt for precautions. My stomach longed for the chocolate pudding the can held and scooped up a spoonful.

Before I had closed mouth around it, I realized that Elie hadn't tried to fight for the food. The pudding seemed suspicious to me all of the sudden, a different scent came from it. "Is it poisoned?", I asked, not bothering to look at Elie, only glaring at the can of pudding. "Yup! I didn't think you would realize it! Good job, you didn't die," chided Elie. "Excuse me?", I raised my voice, I was starting to get pissed at this kid. Why was that food even poisoned, why was this kid here?!

I started to advance towards Elie, his knife still gripped in my hand. "What the hell was that food poisoned for, kid?!", I yelled at Elie. His hand flashed, swinging behind his back and then thrusting white dust at me, flour most likely. Caught off guard, I coughed when I breathed in the flour, backing away quickly to avoid getting stabbed by Elie.

~Elie's POV~

I dropped down from the counter and drew out two of the knives hidden under my hoodie. This guy... Hmph... Crouching to avoid any wild waves with the knife he held, the one I stupidly threw, I moved around to his back and quickly stood up, swinging my right leg to his ribs. Making contact with them, I jumped back by reflex and leaped over the front counter, taking cover behind one of the tables.

I heard the gun click and soon, I was hiding from bullets. Wooden chips blew off the sides of tables. Carl had some aim, but could use some work... I identified the weapon he had, we were taught to identify weapons for enemy precautions. He had a Beretta 92FS, the bullets that fell onto the floor looked about 9mm, each cartridge held 15 of those. He shot 11 so far.....

Bang!
3 left

Bang! Bang!
1 left...

The last shot fired and I ran towards him, taking out my rifle instead of using my knives and swung the butt of it at his head, causing him to yell out. I saw his arm swing and moved to the side, dodging his blow, then hitting the area under his ribs with an open palm. Knocking the breathe out of him. Seeing him drop onto his knees, I put a boot on his head, picking up the sherrif hat that fell. "You have some experience... But you need some work..." He tries breathing in, but from experience from that pressure point, it takes a few seconds to recover from that.

~Carl's POV~

I struggled to feel the small amounts of air that began to enter my lung again. My head hurt, the right side of my head felt like it had been split open, I didn't feel much blood. Standing up quickly, I swung again at Elie, feeling suddenly really dizzy. A guy about 17, blond, spiky hair and hazel eyes, came from behind Elie and grabbed my weak punch. "You're right...", the guy spoke, a voice deepened with puberty," He knows how to shoot and kind of defend himself... Good senses... Can use some work but he's in..."

He walked away and Elie continued looking at me for a few seconds before I felt myself fall forward and black out.

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Hope you enjoyed this~
Sorry to end this chapter with the cliché blackout, whoops!

- Robynn