After a tragic lose that shattered Hailey, she is forced to continue on and face her life in the apocalypse with her boyfriend Carl and their group. Carl learned that they need eachother to carry on, but Hailey is shutting the one she needs most out...
AN: Okay so I hope you all don't hate me over the fact I got the girl knocked up like every Carl fanfic out there. I actually wasn't going to make Hailey pregnant at all as my other two fanfics have teenage pregnancy in them, BUT in this one I wanted to be realistic and this would be the second time Hailey has raw dogged it with someone so I feel like if anyone it would be him that she gets pregnant with. ALSO I wanted it for the sake of the direction these two characters are going in. Alrighty proceed and enjoy 😁
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|Haileys P.o.v.|
My eyes shoot open to the sound of closing doors and foot steps in the house. My heart beats fast as I sit up and shake Carl awake. Something in my gut is screaming that it's not Rick or Michonne.
"Do you hear that?" I ask him. He sits up and listens and there it was, more foot steps in the hall. Carl gets out of bed quickly and heads for the dresser.
"Stay here." He says and with a quick motion he grabs his gun and is out the door. I can't just let him go out there by himself, what if it's an intruder some how? He'll need back up. I quickly get out of bed and catch up to the boy. He's slowly making his way to the stair case as I quietly trail behind. A floor board creeks causing me to jump a little. Carl turns his head back to me and shakes his head. He didn't want me to follow him, I already know that, but all well. The boy turns his head back in front and at this point I'm right behind him. We both step towards the stair case and to my unpleasant surprise there's a man with long hair wearing a beanie sitting on the first step. Carl clicks his gun at the man's head while using his other arm to hold me back.
"What the hell are you doing in our house?" Carl quickly asks. The man is quiet for a minute, but he better get talking soon because knowing Carl and is irrational decisions, he might pull the tigger. What that being said I grab ahold of the arm that's blocking me from the man and squeeze it gently.
The man sighs, "Well, I'm sitting on the steps, looking at this painting, and waiting for your mom and dad to get dressed."
Wait! What in the fuck did he just say? Mom and dad?
Carl and I both tilt our heads to the side in confusion to what the hell he just said. I was too alarmed with his last sentence to admire his sense of humor, but he definitely had one.
"Hi, I'm Jesus." He introduces.
"Jesus?" I blurt out with a chuckle causing Carl to glance back at me all serious. I know this is serious but there's only one Jesus I ever knew of. My bad.
"Yeah, Jesus." He states again.
Before anyone could say anything else Rick comes stumbling out of his room with no shirt...and fixing his pants. The awkward tension was thick in the air and it got even thicker as Michonne walks out behind Rick. Her dreads a mess and flushed like she just...yeah Hailey just don't.
