𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 , carl grimes

Scared To Look.

Two other guys appear behind negan, being outnumbered, this won't go well.

Taking Carl's hand in mine slowly, for a piece of comfort,
"You, you're Carl, aren't you" he spoke with a smile on his face.

"And you, you must be clove, I've heard so much about you, you know from across the forest" he giggled.

My eyes wide, heavy breathing, panicking if they know anything of bea or Maggie or anybody in Alexandria.

The glint in his eyes, gives away what he's about to do next, "should we run" I whisper to Carl quickly, hoping negan couldn't hear.

But before Carl could fully answer the question.

"This is gonna hurt real bad, and you just might bleed a little, but don't worry we'll tell your families" he laughed.

The last thing I heard from Carl was a whisper "we'll be okay" was all he said before negan took out a makeshift wired bat, instantly hit Carl with it.

A person coming out from behind him was a teen boy, he winced at having to put a sack of Carl's head.

The scream I let out could be heard for miles, fear, sadness and anger all crumpled up together.

Next was me and I knew it, but having kneeled over Carl to make sure he was still alive was the distraction.

The hard bat hit against the top of my head, a warm sensation trickling down my face, eyes heavy and everything going dark.

The next moment I was awake, a road underneath me, I also heard people, gasps to be exact.

Seeing Carl next to me, out of the bottom of the sack, grabbing his hand as fast as I could, giving it a bunch of squeezes, trying to send a message to him.

He rubbed his thumb over my hand, trying to soothe the panic even though it was too much to even try to calm down.

Negan giving a speech to the people in front of us, watching us like caged animals trying to escape.

Negan pulling the sack off my head first, my eyes adjusted to the now dark sky, the people, our people..

Rick looked angry.

Aaron was holding Judith, a blanket covering over her, a tear dropping off his face.

Rositas hand over her face, shocked at what she saw.

Maggie was holding bea close, her eyes wide with horror,
Quinn full on sobbing what the sight, we practically looked dead to everyone.

Tears struggling to stay in, looking down at this point, negan finally taking off Carl's bag and Rick took his gun out threatening Negans group.

But all he did was laugh and then made his big announcement.

"Not so fast sheriff, I'll let the lovebirds go, if you'd all agree to meet me in a.. lineup" he spoke.

Rick only nodded, just wanting his son to be safe.

And with that negan and his small group were on their way, leaving everybody distraught and fearful of what could come next.

Standing to my feet now, still wobbling around from the loss of blood.

Glenn and Maggie got ahold of me first and them embracing me in a bear hug, "I'm okay" voice broken down, not sounding as confident as I hoped.

Aaron giving everyone a nod, Maggie and Glenn leading me to their house, bea to scared to look at me this way.

My back hitting the soft couch, sinking into it immediately, sleeping the terrible night away.

A gun to Carl's head, click, the gun going off, Carl's body going limp, Glenn next, Maggie screaming in terror and next was me, the sound rang through the air, dying at negans hands.

My stomach turning as I woke up, sweating collecting at the top of my forehead, looking up to see bea curled up on the couch opposite to me.

Sitting up, getting the bright idea to see Carl, make sure he's okay too.

Sneaking through the door, making sure it doesn't creak.

Feeling the air contact with the dried up blood.

Walking down the street no more thoughts to think,
Throwing a rock at his window probably not doing much for me but still decided to go with it.

The door open, sneaking my way upstairs, his door cracked open, he was laying on his side and his eyes were wide open looking out of the window.

He practically jumped when I entered the room, whispering a bunch of sorry's.

Sitting infront of his legs with a space he made for me,
"I'm sorry" was all I said, fear becoming a reality.

"It's not you fault, I took you to that forest" he spoke, laying on his elbows now.

Silence over the both of us, feeling guilty, it wasn't his fault.

After a moment he tucks my hair behind my ear, leaning into the touch.

"You should clean that" he spoke, obviously about the blood dripping down the side of my face.

"I will" was the only thing I needed to say.

Small genuine smiles crossed our faces, we'll be okay.