Humanity (Carl Grimes Gay)

Born To Die

[Carl's point of view]

'I'm fine' I lie to myself 'I'm fine'

'Carl' My dad knocks on the bedroom door '...You can't stay in there forever'

'Yes I can' I mumble to myself

'Buddy , please come out' He sighs

'No' I yell , covering myself in the thick blankets 'I'm staying in here !'

'Unlock the door , Carl' I hear Lux's deep English accent

'Go away' I whine

It was silent for a few seconds until I heard the lock on the door get picked , my dad walking in 'Carl'

'Please go away'

'Look at yourself , Carl' He huffs , sitting on the edge of the bed next to me 'You look like hell'

Sitting up , I sniff and lean against the headboard 'Thanks'

'Your eyes are red and puffy , your cheeks are pink and damp , I mean - Carl , come on' He lifts my chin up with his finger 'Will you come down and eat ?'

'I'm not hungry ...'

'You haven't eaten all morning'

'...I haven't been hungry'

'Look , I know you're upset with me but you still have to look after yourself' He sighs 'I know you're worried about losing your new friend but-'

'I'm in love with him' I cut him off , chewing my bottom lip

'What did you say ?'

'I love him , dad' I swallow loudly 'And I'm not sorry'

'...Carl'

'Are you okay with that ?'

'I mean , it's- ...' He grits his teeth for a moment 'It's fine ... I'm not gonna treat you differently'

'Then why'd you hesitate ?'

'It's new , Carl' He replies 'It's all soaking in right now'

'When has gay ever been new , dad ?'

'You know I love you , right ?'

'Yes , sir'

'Then that's all that matters' And with that , he walks back downstairs

Don't make me sad,
don't make me cry
Sometimes love is
not enough and
the road gets tough
I don't know why
Keep making me laugh,
Let's go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

Come and take a walk
on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard
in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words
This is the last time
Cause you and I,
we were born to die

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[Layne's point of view]

I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't worried about Carl , and I cannot be that . By this point , I'm not even phased by the possibility of my death . I just need Carl to be okay ... be okay forever . I don't want him to worry about me , I know I'll be fine somehow .

I was in the woods and it was around sunset . Between the crispy chill of a breeze and the slow fall of leaves coming to the ground , I could tell I would need to wrap up soon .

So I looked for a small shack or barn , ending up not finding a thing . Dammit .

But then I could smell burning ash from nearby . Someone had to've been fucking lucky to get a fire starting and maybe even food .