I sit in my cell hanging upside down off the top bunk like a vampire, giggling. Carl looks over.
"What the hell?" He sees the back of my upside down head.
"Hello.. Carl." I grab the bed and flip down. "Have a good rest?" He nods, stretching.
"Good, good." I pace back and forth. "Mind closing your eyes?" He nods, shutting them. I take off my bloody shirt and toss it on to a table, beginning to put on a grey one I found. "You can open them."
"I never closed em." He smiles. "Well, I did, for a couple seconds." I elbow him as I sit beside him.
"Ehhh, I guess we saw worse as children, our Moms were two peas in a pod." I smile.
"Exactly, so why be a pussy and make me close my eyes? It's not something I haven't seen before."
"Ehh.. you might get jealous, I do work out in my spare time." I smile.
"Oh, please, I could pin you to the floor." He boasts, I raise my eyebrows with a grin.
"Really? Try me. Right now. Three round." I get up and get in position, he follows. The group calls us out. "We'll continue later." We walk out and begin loading a bunch of guns,
"Carl, come here." Glenn says to him, I continue loading the guns.
"What we SHOULD be doing is loading this firepower in a TRUCK and going to the governor, we know where he is, right now." Merle says.
"You have no say, shut up." I say.
"You suggesting we just go in and kill him?" Glenn asks.
"Yeah, I am." Merle clarifies.
"We told Rick AND Daryl, that we'd stay put." Michonne says angrily.
"I've changed my mind sweetheart. Being on the sidelines with my brother out there.. Ain't sitting right with me."
I grab the gun I'm loading and aim it between Merle's fucking eyes. "I will blow a third eyeball between your actual two."
"Woah, woah, woah, calm down. Three of them are right in the middle of it, no one would know we're coming they could get taken hostage or killed. A thousand things could go wrong." Glenn says as I play the gun down and walk off.
"And they WILL." Merle states.
"My Dad can take care of himself." Carl says confidently.
"Obvious Rick is a powerhouse." I smile.
"Sorry son, but your Dad's head could be on a pike REAL soon." Merle says.
"How about you shut the fuck up." I tell Merle, walking off with Carl. "Carl, it's okay, everyone fucking hates him. He can't say shit about your Dad."
"You're right, you're right." Carl mutters angrily. "It's just ughhh he ticks me OFF!"
"He ticks us all off!" I grin. "Now, how about I show you now?" He nods and I immediately chare, he dodges out of the way and I smile, grabbing his arm pinning him back and slamming him to the floor. Stepping on his chest.
"First point to Joseph!" I shout, the hallway echoing my voice.
I grin and Carl goes for a different approaching, zigzagging, I duck, sending him tripping over me. I pin him by the forehead.
"Second point to me, just give up. I already won. I'll give you three points if you win this round." I smile.
"You're on." He grins.
He manages to get me on the floor, but I quickly pin him to the floor, sitting on top of him pretty much. I ACTUALLY sit on him just on his stomach. I grin.
"Joseph wins! 5-0!" I clap for myself and Carl sighs. I help him up and we go back to work. I hum quietly as I continue down the hall, Carl joins me at my side.
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In the event of an Apocalyptic Love.
Storie d'amoreTW: SA, Attempted R@p3 "PLEASE! NO!" Joseph was Carl's best friend since 4, emphasis on WAS. Joseph moved away when he turned 8, but four years later he moved back, a week before the Zombie Apocalypse, the day the virus entered the world, his Mother...
