So much happened that night. Carl got shot, the remaining Anderson family died, and Glenn, Daryl, Abraham, Sasha, and Enid all came back.
Alexandria was being rebuilt, getting rid of the remaining bodies, but it was okay now. We even had a rocket launcher now thanks to Daryl.
Carl was better. He still needed to adjust to using only his left eye, but he was getting the hang of it. For physical therapy Denise had given him a bouncy ball, something everyone in the house was starting to get annoyed of by now.
"You okay?" Carl asked, throwing the ball in the air, and then catching it. Days ago, that wouldn't have been an easy thing for him to do.
"Yeah, why?" I asked looking up from my spot under his arm. My hand was on his chest, my head on top of it.
He looked down to me, just holding the ball. "You're quiet."
I went back to my spot, shutting my eyes. "Just thinking."
"Thinking about what?" He huffed out a laugh as he continued to throw and catch.
"Everything. Are you going to tell your dad about us?" I questioned as the question popped into my head.
"I can if you want, he'll probably make us sleep in different rooms though." He spoke so softly; it was crazy to think that Rick Grimes' badass son could be such a softy. People would probably think the same for me, but from what I've heard and seen, I still have a lot more years to turn into him. He went crazy in one night; or at least that's what Rick told me.
"Never mind. Don't tell him. You are a great pillow." I mumbled out, starting to drift out of sleep. His breathing was slow, calming even.
"Carl!" Michonne called after he started to throw the ball higher, so it was hitting the bottom of the top bunk; the bed I haven't slept in, in days.
Carl sat up immediately, I fell onto the bed, falling out of my sleepy state.
"Sorry." He said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. He got up and left, the ball going noisily with him.
I sat up, just sitting at the edge of his bed which was basically both of ours now. The bouncing finally stopped as I heard him from what I'm assuming, head downstairs
He and Enid apparently had plans of going out into the woods, he said I could go but I had a strong feeling Enid disliked me. She definitely didn't enjoy my company. Carl wasn't the type of guy to cheat, which meant I should be fine with him going out with a girl who may or may not have romantic feelings for him; but a part of me was always containing some sort of jealousy. Really, it's my own fault for not just saying fuck Enid's feelings toward me and have just gone with.
Rick was putting on his watch as Michonne stood in Judith's doorway requesting they find toothpaste when he goes out today.
"Hey if you find like a cassette player or something you mind bringing it back?" I asked, joining in on the requests.
"Actually, Daryl found one the other day, its downstairs in the junk drawer in the kitchen. It's yours if you want it." Rick spoke as he picked up Judith from the crib.
"Sweet! Thanks." I shot him a quick and thankful smile before running downstairs to the junk drawer. Sure enough there was one in there.
"What're you doin'" Daryl's gruff voice came from in front of me, startling me.
"Rick said I could have it." I explained. "You guys are going out today, right?" I asked as I pocketed the player.
"I'll see if there's any more of 'em discs or whatever." Daryl said, knowing exactly what I was about to ask.
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Unexpected Events
Fanfiction"Rick Grimes. Police officer shot, now in a coma. That's what the headlines on newspapers used to say, but now it's all about zombie sightings. At first, my dad dismissed them, reassuring me it was all just fake. It wasn't until the videos started c...
