Shared Blood (A Walking Dead fan fic.)

Luxurious Death - Chapter 13

IN FIRST PERSON

"I'm just glad he's finally asleep...it's been a while." Rick said steadying his voice.

Carol frowned getting up from leaning against the wall. "And whens the last time you have had some, Rick?" She spoke in a low voice shooting him a cryptic glare.

"I don't got time for sleep." He retorted walking out of the room angrily.

Carol's grip on the laundry basket tightned. You could tell she was angry with Rick. He hadn't even made an attempt to talk to Carl. He just sobbed on his own, drowning in his own self pity. Rick was so grief striken, he wouldnt even make the effort to comfort his own son. Carl hadn't even really had time to sulk for his mother though anyways. He was forced to kill her after she had already died in front of him. And I think he wants to give into the pain but I also think he knows that he can't do that. He knows that if he did, he'd turn into his father. Instead, Carl has taken on a cold hardness about himself. 

"Can't say that I miss those old prison mates. " Axel, a prisoner, spoke up, breaking the chilling silence.

"I never even got to meet em." I scoffed, folding my arms across my chest.

"Most of them were good guys..." Axel muttered shaking his head.

I chuckled again before walking over to Beth who had been holding the baby. "If they were so good, why were they in prison?" I asked touching the baby's cheek with my thumb. I didn't dare ask for anything more than a touch though. I had forced Carl to shoot his own mum. I knew it was the right thing to do, but I'm not sure if everyone else thought so. Maggie flat out admitted to my face that she thought I should have killed Lori, not Carl, that it would have made it eaisier for him. She and Glenn think I have some sick twisted mind that likes killing people. Like I'm some sadistic murderer...which when you think about it, is completely plausible. But asking to touch the child of the woman who in a sense, I killed...that was asking for too much.

But I knew it wouldn't make a difference. It would be harder for him if I had done it. It just would have in the long run. I know it.

"More importantly, why were you in prison? You had to have done something more awful than your letting off." I added walking away from the child.

"Well you see I-"

Daryl spoke over Axel. "Really Caylx? Last time I checked you were the one that slaughtered your whole family, and an uninfected person. Not to mention you made Carl kill his own mother. I'm not positive but that's not the cleanest record either, wouldn't you say?"

All I wanted to do was throw a knife into his skull and say 'Fuck you' but I'm smarter than that.  I wouldn't subject myself to his ignorance. How could he say that? My family was infected, there was nothing I could do. I had to kill them. I couldn't leave them there to rot in our house where we once ate mashed potatoes and gravy instead of flesh and organs.

My eyes flash up at Daryl who is staring me down waiting for some threatening response. I catch a glimpse of Axel's too, he looks frightned and can only stare at me in shock. You'd think that in a prison he'd be used to stories like that..guess not.

With my rising temper, I walked outside to get some sunlight and fresh air. That would keep me from strangling the life out of Daryl. Normally T-Dog would be out there on look out. But we lost T-Dog when the sirens went off. We lost Carol for a while too. A good two days before Daryl was clearing out a cell block and found her stuck in a closet. Today was the third day since the sirens. Rick hasn't taken it all too well either. Lately, he spends all his time in the boiler room doing god knows what. He won't talk to Carl. Carl won't talk to nobody bout' anything if it has to do with what happend.