𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 , carl grimes

All My Life.

   A shiver crawling up my spine, blankly staring ahead of me which Carl happens to be awkwardly sitting right in the direction I'm unemotionally staring at.

His hand frantically waving in front of my eyes, taking me out of my gaze, earning a fake smile that lasted seconds before he turned away.

Abruptly standing up to drop my backpack, everyone staring in my direction now.

Looking around awkwardly, unsure of where my eyes should go, landing on bea, her gaze stuck on the fire flames in-front of her, the orange filling her vision, until I stood up she looked a me with the same expression I'm looking at her with.

Turning around after my backpack drops to my elbow, setting it down on the dirt, attempting to fluff it up like a regular pillow, laying away from the group, looking out into the deep forest.

Before I close my eyes, sleep taking me in, I hear a voice whisper.

"Do you think she'll survive?" I heard Carl's voice.

A moment passes before Maggie says anything, "she's healing, she'll be okay, she'll be stronger".

Long silence passed, no one daring to speak a word until a the smallest voice spoke up and asked "will I be okay?".

Wishing I could answer for her, Maggie took the opportunity to say it for me instead.

"You'll be just perfect, strong and intelligent" she whispered, Carl deciding to add on "just like your sister" he spoke very quite.

A small smile creeping up on my face, tucking my face into the uncomfortable backpack, ready for sleep to take over my cold body.

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My eyes flutter open, bea shaking me awake, telling me it was time to go, not sure where we were going but trusting the group enough to pack my things.

No words being spoken from anyone while I readjust the backpack on my shoulders and then grab Beas hand, following Maggie.

Nothing but our shoes traveling through the leaves was heard, no walkers near or civilization of any kind.

Feeling around my body for my knife, reaching in each pocket but nothing was it.

Quietly speaking up, "I think I left my knife back at camp" I announced.

Maggie with a blank look nodded in the direction of the camp, not completely far from it.

Completely running the way back to the small area, out of breath, sitting on the log, shuffling my hands around the dirt, having no luck.

Feeling completely defeated, until a hand grabbed my shoulder.

Crossbow fully pointed in between my eyes, my knife poking out of the pocket of his jacket, the leather vest made it click in my head.

"Daryl?....Daryl!" I spoke out.

His eyebrows furrowed for a minute, putting the pieces together in his head.

"Where are the others" be bluntly asked, handing my knife back over to me.

"Maggie, bea and Carl are back this way, the rest must be around here somewhere" I explained, motioning for him to follow me.

Him quietly walking after me, his crossbow still raised high on his shoulder, ready for any moment.

The small group coming back into view, a wide smile on Carl's face and Maggie to from seeing Daryl.

Getting closer Maggie said "welcome back old friend" she laughs.

A small almost full smile sat on Daryls lips.

everyone grateful for more protection.

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A/N - omg hiii! So sorry for being so inactive! I was completely in a whole different state but I'm full back now and so excited for all of the ideas I have for this book! - <3