"I've done things," Charlie said, looking up into his eyes full of disappointment. "Things that I am not proud of. But everything I've done, I've done to survive...And I did. I survived."
"And are you happy?" Daryl asked, using all his power to stop...
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She was sitting on the grass, playing with one blade between her fingers. She felt her skin getting warmer under the hot rays of Georgia's sun. She could still see Atlanta in the distance, some of the highest skyscrapers, that she used to pass by. Charlie wasn't sure how long passed since Glenn was gone since she didn't have a watch.
She sighed heavily at the thought of him and threw a blade away. She tangled her fingers into her hair nervously and pulled, to somehow stop the anxiety.
Carl left his car long forgotten and sat down next to her on the grass. His presence made her uncomfortable as she had a feeling that she should talk to him about something because the silence was making her uncomfortable. He was making her uncomfortable.
"I know you are worried about Glenn." he said. "But everything's going to be okay."
She scoffed.
Carl was living in a bubble created by his mother to protect him. She was feeding him with words like everything's going to be alright, we will be just fine or...
"You should just have faith." he added.
Charlie didn't want to open her mouth, because she didn't want to say something painful to the boy. She didn't like him, but she wasn't heartless. After all, he lost a father not so long ago.
"Maybe you can teach us something fun?" Carl asked.
"Fun?" she furrowed her eyebrows and looked at him.
"Yeah." he nodded with a small smile."Like origami. It was fun last time"
Her patience for this kid was out now. Two weeks was enough and actually, Charlie didn't know if she was angry at this kid or at his mother.
"This isn't a summer camp, Carl."
A small smile faded from his face.
"There's people that are dying right now. If you won't stop being a boy, then you will die as one." she said.
Carl got up and walked away. Remorse washed through her because Carl was the one who knew how it was to lose someone. At the same time, she didn't need his pointless words and being comforted by a kid.
She didn't have to wait long until Lori appeared in her line of sight, clearly angry. Her eyes were throwing lightnings and blush covered her cheeks.
"Don't you ever dare to come close to Carl." she said. "Do you hear me?"
Charlie stood up on her feet and looked her in the eyes.
"Every day since I came here I've been sitting with your kid, taking care of him because you're not around." she said.
"You told him he will die!"
"Everyone will die. And if you're going to treat him like a little boy, he will just die sooner than later."
