Stay With Me *Walking Dead Fan Fiction*

Chapter 9

*Carl's POV*

I run my fingers across the cold fence. I can't stop thinking about Rachel. I think about her hands on mine, her hands on me. I feel her lips on mine, her fingers running through my hair. I feel her body against mine, our bodies together as one. I think I will marry her someday. Even if-

"Hi, Carl." Ciara cheerfully says, walking towards me.

I face the opposite direction and roll my eyes. I rub the back of my neck, "Hey."

She won't stop walking towards me, it's kinda making me mad. "What's up?" she asks, beaming at me.

"Just guarding the fence," I say casually. She giggles, "You seem very strong for a 15 year old boy." she says, twirling her hair.

I avoid eye contact with her and face the woods beyond the fence. She stands maybe a foot away from me and does the same. I see her check me out from time to time, eyeing me up and down. It makes me uncomfortable, so I try to have an actual conversation with her.

"So how did you survive?" I ask, "I mean, out there."

She stares at the woods, "I don't even know. I'm just glad that we made it here. We're safe now." she says, looking at me and smiling.

I half-smile back, "You don't know how long we will be safe here. One day the fence will probably-"

"I don't want to talk about that," she cuts me off. "Let's talk about something else." I nod.

"How close are you and Rachel?" she blurts out.

I kinda give her an odd look. "Um, she's my girlfriend. 3 months tomorrow, I think."

"Oh," she says doubtfully. "Cool." She looks down sadly. It makes me kinda feel bad for her, but then the thought of leaving Rachel comes across my mind and that feeling is wiped out of my mind.

I see her look around frantically, give a smirk at something behind me, and then she quickly walks towards me and smacks her lips onto mine. By the time I get her off of me, she's already talking to someone behind me, saying, "It wasn't me! He kissed me, I didn't kiss him!"

I turn around and am overwhelmed by the sight in front of me.

Rachel, in tears.

Looking at me in the same disappointment that I looked at her when I found her and Josh.

She looks at me with tears in her eyes, shakes her head, and sprints off.

I turn towards Ciara, "What the hell is wrong with you?! I didn't kiss you, you kissed me!"

She laughs, twirling her hair again, "I know I kissed you. I wanted to." She takes a few steps towards me, swaying her body. "Now we can kiss again," she says. Before she even has a chance, I slap her straight across her face and run as fast as I can back into the prison, desperately looking for Rachel.

After about 15 minutes of an unsuccessful search for the one I love most, I can't help it but cry. I run into my cell and collapse on my bed in a heap of tears.

She will never forgive me. She'll never kiss me again. She'll never hug me again.

She'll never love me again.