"Why do you care?"
"Because you let me. No one's let me care for them before...but you did."
"I've never allowed anyone to care for me before you showed up."
"Well..."
"I suppose we're in similar predicaments."
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A Carl Grimes/Walking Dead F...
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One Week Later...
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"Hey," I saunter over to Beth as she holds Judith in her arms carefully. "I can take her for a little while." The blonde haired girl smiles at me and gently shifts my young sister into my arms and from hers.
"Thanks, Carl. I'm going to grab some extra food from the storage area, you needin' anything?" She asks politely. I shake my head in response and watch as she exits the library and heads down the hall towards the common space.
It's been around a week, possibly more, since Maia and I returned from the roof to find Patrick attacking another man, colorless face covered in blood. Maia bravely stepped forth and put the two men out of their undead misery, however they were not the only victims. Following my orders, she rushed to find my dad in one of the watch towers, bringing him to the cell along with back-up. The cell block was cleared entirely, unfortunately ending with around a dozen victims bodies being burned in the dark night.
We all awoke the next morning to the sound of coughing, a young girl meandering her way through the cell block claiming she didn't feel well. Herschel, explaining how Patrick must have passed away from some sort of illness, ordered for a cell block to be cleared immediately for the sick to rest.
My dad, being the ever anxious man he is, immediately called for all healthy teenagers and children to be quarantined in the library, including myself and Judith. While I am ever grateful for the health and safety of my sister and I, part of me desires to be out helping people, by any means I am able to.
Herschel and Dr. S have been dubbed as the primary caretakers for the sick, Glenn and Sasha helping as well, despite their contraction of the sickness. Daryl, Michonne, Bob, and Tyreese left this morning on a risky mission to a far-off facility that may contain the medicine precisely needed for curing the sickness. A few days ago, my dad and Carol left for a run as well, however, Carol did not return with him. I pried at him to get information on what occurred, but he wouldn't tell me a drop of information.
Back to present time, the library has been a sustainable containment for the children, however as each days passes I find myself getting more anxious to be able to help.
"Hey Judy," I coo to my sister and bounce her on my knee, making her giggle lightly. My eyes shift up to scan the room and I find Maia slowly making her way over to the chair I'm seated upon. She gives a warm smile to me then bends her head down to face Judith.
"Good mornin' little ass kicker." She smiles and pinches Judith's cheeks.
I chuckle. "Daryl's nickname?"
"It suits her." Maia shrugs. She pulls up a nearby chair and takes a seat next to me. "How you feeling?" She questions and takes Judith into her own arms.
