❝tragic backstories and using the word "dude" romantically, that pretty much summed up carl grimes and elle coleman❞
[carl grimes x oc]
[seasons 3-11]
[not completed]
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While Carl and Elle kept watch, Rick, Daryl, and T-Dog had negotiated with the prisoners to get the group more food than Elle had seen in a long time, all they had to do was clear out a cell block for the prisoners.
Herschel was hanging on for his life, and Maggie and Beth seemed to be losing their minds. Elle's heart broke for them. Herschel was still alive, but seeing your father on the brink of death was traumatizing.
Elle knew that all too well.
But that didn't matter now. What mattered was that she had once again been denied to go help clear walkers, and instead she was stuck with Carl organizing the food.
"Just cause we're kids doesn't mean we have to do the shit jobs," Elle mumbled as she threw a bag of corn into a pile.
Carl watched her, his curiosity piqued. In all honesty, he hadn't been paying much mind to organizing the food. He had been watching Elle, seeing how she acted. He still didn't have complete trust in her, he needed to let his dad know if there was anything out of the ordinary.
That and the fact that she was the first girl his age he had seen in a long time and in the back of his mind he had realized how pretty she was. But he would never admit that.
"Y'know," Carl spoke up, surprising Elle as he hadn't said anything the entire time. "Herschel still needs those medical supplies."
A grin grew on Elle's face. Oh how she loved defying authority.
"Carl Grimes, you just made me like you a lot more."
And so the two headed on their journey to the infirmary. It wasn't too interesting. Carl had killed a walker easily and they gathered everything they could. Sadly, it wasn't too much, but it was better then nothing.
There was a looming silence between the two, not necessarily awkward, but there was an obvious tension, it was just a matter of who would break it.
The answer was a walker.
It had appeared so suddenly, the two didn't even know where it had come from. It had taken them by surprise so much that Carl had fallen off his feet and lost his knife in the process.
He thought he was a goner. It was a shitty way to go, a walker falling on top of you, he did not want to die like that.
Carl thought he must have a fairy godmother granting his wishes because just as the walker was about to dig into his abdomen, Elle had pulled it back by its hair and stabbed it in the temple. She let the head fall back down and looked at him, both of them slightly panting.
