𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 , carl grimes

𝟎𝟎𝟐. 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

Woodbury was nice, secure but there was something so compelling about the prison

It had four walls, similar to Woodbury, equally as stable, and both guarding numerous kinds of supplies — But the prison, and those inside, was just more congenial

Kat lead her through the front gate, taking out two stray walkers in the process, and a woman with short, dark hair closed the gate behind them, sending Katrine a smile

The rocky road up to the entrace was littered with blood and pieces of decaying guts, which made May's nose scrunch in disgust, but she made no comment, not wanting to jinx anything. She wasnt a part of the community just yet, and she wasnt about to let anything get in the way

Kat smiled at those who passed, including an old man on crutches. He gave her, and May, a smile back, despite the underlying concern in his stare. Malaya understood this, as she was always wary about newcomers in Woodbury

As they moved further and further into the prison, more and more faces appearing, Malaya began to wonder, "How many do you have here?" she asked, peering up at Kat as she put her spear on a metal table

"Not many. We had a bigger group but with all the moving around," she paused, shrugging off her jacket and dropping it into what looked like a washing basket, "We just kept losing people."

Malaya just nodded. She knew Kat wanted her to take off her jacket, which was covered in walker blood like hers had been, but she refused, not even looking her way. However, she did co-operate, placing her knife beside her spear on the table

A cry came from the darkness, one that sounded like a newborn. either the cells or the cafeteria Malaya thought. Malaya thought having a baby during the apocalypse must be the most absurd thing she'd ever heard, especially when you're not in guaranteed safety, "Is that a baby?" the teen asked with a look of disbelief

Kat looked equally as displeased as she hummed, "Its a new thing, born yesterday. Mother died during childbirth," Malaya stomach dropped, now feeling a bit shitty about judging the ordeal, a sickening feeling in her throat, "The father's the boss man around here. You'll have to stay locked up until he's ready to talk."

"Locked up? Hell no!" she spat, Kat already pulling her towards an empty cell on the bottom floor, "You said nothing about being a prisoner!" She continued to fight, but she should've known it was no use — Kat had muscles for days

"It's safer in here than it is out there!" she responded, not even flinching at the teen's attempt to escape her grip, "I'll let you out as soon as I can. Promise."

"Fuck no" But by the time Malaya had chance to break free, she was confined in the cell, "Do I look like a zoo animal to you?"

Kat stood for a minute, "Little bit, yeah. Might be something to do with your hair," she smirked, giving May a wave before walking away, spear in hand once again

"Oh ha-ha," she spat, turning to look around her cell begrudgingly. There was a bed, a sink and a toilet, which she could admit was better than living alone in the woods

Malaya had been sat in the cell for who knows how long, slowly going insane in the silence after the baby had stopped crying. In one of the drawers, she'd found a hand-crafted wooden comb, and it'd taken almost the whole afternoon to brush out the knots in her chestnut locks

A boy, around the same age as her, stood on the other side of the bars, a cowboy hat perched on his dark hair, equally as messy as Malaya's own. He didnt say anything, only shifting on his feet as he shined his torch into her cell. Malaya rose to her feet, ambling over to him, giving him a once-over before sticking the comb through the bars, "You looking for this?" she asked, and although it was a joke, she was too worn out to make sure her tone matched her words