You and I (carl grimes fanfic)

Chapter 20

I ripped away from Pete, looking around with blood dripping from my mouth.

Everyone gasped, and the meeting began to fall apart.

People went back to their houses, and the night darkened as lights turned off.

I padded down the streets, seeing two figures at the edge of the gates.

I quickened my pace to a run, flattening my ears.

Carl and Enid were climbing over the gates. Again.

I squeezed through the bottom, shaking out my fur.

Carl and Enid were climbing up one of the smaller watchtowers and watching the stars.

I let out a breath, ears twitching.

Enid put her hand over Carl's, and my heart started racing.

I bared my teeth, starting to pad out of the shadows, and purposely stepped on a twig, hearing it snap underneath me.

I glare up at them, before taking off running back towards Alexandria.

***

Morgan was finally getting used to us.

He was smart. Morgan knew Rick when this first started.

So I trusted him.

I walk down the streets in human form, and people stared at me weirdly.

I flinched away from them, leaning against the wall in the back corner, watching everyone carefully.

Glenn leaned over and muttered something to Maggie while Deanna talked to Rick.

Everyone started to have their own little conversations.

Carl walked up to me. "I know you saw Enid and I the other night." He rubbed his arm.

I raised my eyebrow, "What about it?"

Carl turned red, "I'm sorry."

"Why do you need to apologize?" I question, staring at him.

Carl shrugs, "I was hoping we could be better friends."

I nod, "You don't have to ask me."

Carl's face brightened up, "Really?"

I nodded again, grinning.

***

I knew something was gonna go wrong. Ever since Rick and Morgan came back from the woods, panicked.

They had found a ravine filled with walkers. Thousands.

They were gonna try and move them, and didn't want any of the kids to tag along.

Oh well, I'm going anyway.

I turned into a wolf and followed them out of the gates.

I flattened my ears, running after them.

I quickened my pace, keeping up.

I saw all of the barricades Rick put up, and I followed after the Cadillac and Daryl's bike.

The bike was loud. It'd attract even more walkers.

I let out a breath, paws crunching over leaves.

I swiped my tongue over my jaws, running up behind Daryl.

He saw me and glared.

I told you not to come! He thought.

Do I ever listen? I think towards him.

He rolls his eyes, and I speed up.

***

I turn human and look around wildly, knife clutched in one hand and gun in the other.

It was going well. The walkers were going the right way. A few were stumbling off course, but Daryl and Sasha handled them.

The architect, I'm not really sure what his name was, walked in front of me.

A walker came out of nowhere, biting the guys cheek.

He screamed and before I could think, Morgan killed the walker and Rick stabbed the guy in the back of the head.

I took off running, looking up as the herd made a turn.

I hear leaves crunch behind me, and I whip around, clicking the hammer back on my gun.

A teenage boy was standing there, clutching his arm.

I narrow my eyes.

"Please don't hurt me, I'm not one of them." He sounded odd.

I let out a breath, frowning.

I move forwards slowly, keeping my eyes locked with his.

"Make one move and I won't hesitate to shoot." I growl, keeping my hand wrapped tightly around my gun and knife as I moved closer.

"Is it broken?" I asked, eyes scanning down over his arm.

"Who is this?" I hear Rick ask from behind me.

I shrugged, "I'm not sure. I almost shot him."

Rick hesitates, tensing up. "We can't take him in. You know that, right?"

I nodded. "Sorry, kid." I say, actually listening to Rick's orders.

I back up, keeping my gun aimed at his forehead, and follow Rick.

"Wait!" The kid snaps, reaching out towards me.

I jump, and Rick's hand goes to his trigger.

"Please give me a chance." The kid practically begs.

I look at Rick, and he hesitates again.

"One wrong move, you're out, got it?" Rick straightened his back, towering over him.

"Yes sir. My name's Zander." He holds out his good hand, letting his arm drop.

He should've felt that.

I narrow my eyes, not making any move to shake his hand, doing the same as Rick does.

"Come on, we've got things to do." Rick says, tugging Zander along.

I crept along the treeline, watching the walkers go by with careful eyes.

Michonne, Glenn, and a few other people were shooting off flares to keep the walkers moving.

Suddenly there was a blaring noise.

A truck horn.

The walkers stopped in their tracks, slowly turning towards the sound, which led to Alexandria.

They stumbled over the ditch, and flooded towards the three of us.