Stay With Me *Walking Dead Fan Fiction*

Chapter 10

*Rachel's POV*

I lay on my bed smiling, thinking about Carl. God, I love him so much. And I can't believe he said he loves me. I can't stop thinking about how he said it. It seemed so easy for him to say it. It was just a steady, I love you, and then there's me who stuttered about 4 times, even though I love him as much as he loves me, hopefully.

I feel like being with him, so I walk out of my cell and try to find either Rick or Daryl. I don't see either of them in their cells, so I go to check the living room. Sure enough, both of them are in there just hanging out.

I approach them slowly, careful not to disturb or scare them. Rick looks angry, and I think Daryl is trying to calm him down.

"H-Hi guys," I say weakly.

Rick turns to look at me and then quickly turns away. I give Daryl the What's his problem? face and he just shakes his head and says, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal. He's just angry at Carl."

"Oh," I say, worrying. "Is he okay? Do you want me to go talk to Carl about it?"

Rick slowly turns to me and looks at me with his soft blue eyes and just says, "He's not supposed to be guarding the gates. Its not safe for him right now. Make him come inside."

And with that, I'm bolting out of the door, searching for Carl. I don't see him anywhere, so I start to worry. I start frantically jogging around, hoping to see him around a corner. Truth is, I do see him around a corner.

And he's making out with Ciara.

Is he trying to get back at me for what Josh did? It's not my fault, Josh raped me. There's a huge difference there. So many emotions are going through my head, I don't know what to do. So I just kinda stand there in astonishment and start to bawl right on the spot. Then not even a second later, I'm being confronted by Ciara with her saying, "It wasn't me! I didn't kiss him! He kissed me!"

I don't know why I chose to believe her, but I did. I look at Carl with tears in my eyes and shake my head. Not even a second goes by before I'm sprinting back inside, carrying a bucket full of tears with me.

I burst into the living room, where Daryl and Rick both immediately stand up, looking for any possible danger. They realize it's just me, so their bodies relax. Rick walks over to me and puts his hands on my shoulders.

"Rachel, what's wrong." he says firmly, boring into my eyes. I can't even speak, so the only thing I get out is a huge sob and I cry into his arms. He wraps his arms around me tightly, rubbing my hair. When I finally calm down, he asks me what happened.

"I went outside to go find Carl, and then I find him and Ciara by the gates, just making out, right in front of me." I say, still sobbing.

A look of disapproval and embarrassment crosses his face, and he rubs his fingers across his forehead. "Look, I'll talk to him later, okay?" he says, making me even more sad. I just nod. "Okay," I say, "I'll just go calm down in my cell."

I sprint down to my cell, and flop onto my bed, bringing tons of tears with me.

I can't believe him, why would he do that to me? He acted like everything was fine, but apparently 'fine' means I supposedly gave him permission to go make out with a girl that I didn't approve of. And I'm pretty sure I made it clear I did not want him getting close to her.

I cry for hours, and when I'm being called for dinner, I ignore them. I keep crying, and fall asleep with a puddle of tears on my pillow.