❝tragic backstories and using the word "dude" romantically, that pretty much summed up carl grimes and elle coleman❞
[carl grimes x oc]
[seasons 3-11]
[not completed]
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"He's awake."
Elle had never woken up so quickly in her entire life. To be fair, she wasn't sleeping that deeply, it was nearly impossible given how uncomfortable the ground was. But still, when those two words left Michonne's mouth, Elle was instantly on her feet.
"He's awake? Did he say anything?" Elle asked, eyes on the door that her best friend was behind.
"Why don't you go in there and talk to him yourself," Michonne pushed. It was pointless. It had been three days since Carl got shot and Elle still hadn't gone in to see him. She practically lived in front of the door to his room, but she wouldn't go in.
Shaking her head, Elle slid back down the wall, landing on the blanket she had been using as a bed. Her eyes were now staring at the ground, the guilty feeling creeping back up her spine.
"You know why I can't," she mumbled, getting a pitiful look from Michonne.
"I know why you think you can't," Michonne corrected. "There was nothing you could've done to stop what happened. If it's your fault he got shot then it's mine too. I killed Ron and made him pull the trigger."
"But you didn't kill his dad," Elle said, anger starting to become prominent in her tone. "You didn't scare his brother into dying. You didn't fail at saving his mom. I did those things, Michonne. The only reason that gun was anywhere near Carl was because of what I did. I even dropped the damn gun so Ron could grab it!"
"It doesn't matter, Elle," Michonne urged. "He doesn't blame you. Rick doesn't blame you. I don't blame you. Nobody blames you except for yourself. And so what if it was your fault? He's alive. That's what matters."
Elle took out her knife and stabbed it into the wall behind her.
"He got shot in the fucking head Michonne! I think that matters!" she started yelling. "I did that to him! Why would he ever want to see me again?!"
Michonne crossed her arms for a moment and then held out her right hand, instructing, "Give me your gun and knives. Now."
"Michonne-"
"Now, Elle."
Rolling her eyes, Elle reluctantly handed over her weapons, having to pull one of her knives back out of the wall. She was even more upset now. Maybe she shouldn't have acted on instinct and stabbed her knife into the wall, but it wasn't like she was going to hurt anyone. Well, if someone really ticked her off then there was a possibility, but it wasn't likely.
"What about when he asks for you?" Michonne said after she had tucked Elle's weapons away. "Am I supposed to tell him that his girlfriend refuses to see him after he got shot?"
