Carl Grimes

Chapter 3- Dad

Cassidy's POV
Later that night we set up tents in the front yard. Rick had to assign who would sleep with who. You wanna know who I was assigned to? You guessed it; Its Carl. To me, this seemed like a nightmare. I have to share a tent with the person who seemingly hates me. Well, looks like I'm just going to have to deal with it.
I unzipped the tent and as I stepped in I collided with Carl.

"Watch out you clutz!" he said angrily.
"It's hard to stay clear of you when your big egos in the way!" I whispered loudly.
"Whatever." he rolled his eyes and he walked towards Ricks tent.

All I wanted was to have a friend. Yeah, the adults around here are nice, but having someone my age would have been great. I understand Carl just got shot, and he's going through a lot. I have also been through a lot. There's a difference between us though. I'm actually making an effort to make the best of this world.

I was about to drift off into a sleep when I heard voices. It was coming from Ricks tent. The voices I heard was Ricks and Carl's. I couldn't help but listen.

"Dad, I just can't stay in a tent with her!" yelled Carl.
"She has a name. Why can't you?!" said Rick.
"I just can't stay in the same tent with Cassidy! I just can't!!" Carl was furious now.
"Grow up, Carl. You're sharing a tent with Cassidy."

Carl grunted and stomped back to the tent. When he entered the tent all he saw was me. Crying. His eyes widened when he realized that I had heard his and Ricks conversation.

"Cassidy." he quietly said.

I jumped up, and pushed past him.

"Cassidy!" he said shouting now.

I didn't stop. I just kept running, and running, and running. I ran across the farm until my lungs felt like they were on fire. I collapsed against a tree. I suddenly had the idea to climb the tree, so I did. I just sat there on a branch, my legs hanging below. I looked up at the sky; It was so beautiful at night. The royal blue color was magnificent; it looked even better with the million bright stars just shining away. I almost forgot about the messed up world and my messed up life when I remembered why I was in the tree.

I laid my head against the tree trunk and started sobbing again. I almost cried myself to sleep when a rough, southern voice broke my sobs.

"Um, hello?" The voice asked

I then realized this was the tree where the strange guy camped out.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I forgot you slept out here." I laughed/cried.
"It's alright-er-why are ya cryin?" he asked.
"It's nothing." I lied.
"It doesn't seem like nothin." he insisted.

I started climbing out of the tree, and I hopped down and landed on my feet.

"Really. I'm perfectly fine. I was just taking a walk and ended up in the tree." I said looking up at him.
"Ya remind me of my daughter. She used to take walks when she was upset." He said.
"Oh. Cool." I said.

The man had long brown hair, and was muscular. He also had a motorcycle and a leather vest. He seemed very familiar. He almost reminded me of my father. He was always interested in motorcycles and four wheelers. Then the man moved the hair out of his face. It was really dark outside, but not dark enough to hide his face. He was none other than Daryl Dixon. Also known as my dad.

"Dad?" I Said
"Cassidy? Is that really you?!" He grasped me in a tight hug.
"Daddy, I missed you so much. I thought I lost you forever." I began sobbing again.
"Now, my little sunshine, are you going to tell me what's wrong?" he asked.
"It's Carl. I just want to be his friend, but he's such a jerk. We have to share a tent but he doesn't want to." I said sadly.
"You want to sleep out here with me?" He smiled
"Yes-sniffle-please."

We crawled under a blanket that was on the ground. We laid there searching for constellations. Gosh did I miss my dad. Even though this world is crappy, not everything is bad. After looking at stars for a while, we drifted off into a sleep.

"Goodnight daddy."
"Goodnight Cass."
"I love you."

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