𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 // 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬¹ (ON HOLD)

.𝟎𝟏𝟔; 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏 ?.

.016 PEACEFUL SLEEP ?.
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A/N:: hey everyone! before we start this chapter I wanted to warn you there will be attempted S/A in this chapter, before it starts I will put this symbol (***) and the same symbol when it is over so you can continue reading if you dont want to read it.

The two teenagers sat side by side, their backs pressed against the old brown couch that the boy's father laid unconscious on. They had sat there in silence for what felt like forever after the boy found her climbing from the window of the house across the street.

"I thought you died." Carl was the first to break the prolonged silence, glancing at the redhead beside him.

"I thought you died." Rowen spoke next, her eyes shifting to her hands while the boys stayed on her. She thought everyone had died with the prison, and knowing now that both Rick and Carl made it out alive, she's starting to wonder who else made it out. "Do you know if anyone else got out?" she asks.

"I don't think so," he says, looking up at his father. "Judith didn't make it, I know that much." The girl felt nothing but sadness for the boy as she looked up at him. Rowen didn't know what to say to him, telling him she was sorry felt too robotic, the standard phrase you hear whenever someone you are close to dies. But telling him she understood how hard it was would be untrue, she was stuck.

"What happened?" she settled for.

"We found her car seat, and it was all bloody." he swallowed, a tear escaping from the corner of his eye as he relived the events of a few days ago. Rowen could tell the boy didn't want to talk about it, she understood why. After her father died, every time somebody forced her to talk about it, the moment re-played in her head like she was there again, like she was watching her dad get torn apart in front of her. She blinked away the memory, focusing again on the boy next to her.

"Daryl and Beth are alive, I got out with them but I lost them yesterday." the girl sighed.

"How'd you lose them?" he asked.

"The camp we'd set up got overrun, Daryl took my bag and gave me his knife," she pulled out the long wooden hunting knife with D.D carved into the handle in Daryl's messy handwriting, tracing the letter with her thumb as she spread. "I guess he thought I could go faster without it, but the walkers just kept pushing, and pushing, and I let go. I hope they got out alive."

Carl didn't say anything in response, instead opting to grab the smaller girl's hand. This action shocked both of them, their eyes meeting instantly before Rowen pulled her hand from beneath him and stood up.

"I'm gonna go see if I can find any clothes upstairs." she motions to the outfit she had been wearing since before she got sick. When the boy nodded she began up the large white staircase, she entered the first room which had a large bed and fancy clothes hanging in the closet. The next one had comic books and video games, and the dresser held clothes that she thought would fit pretty well.

An old band tee that was at least two sizes too big, and a pair of black skinny jeans that fit almost perfectly, though a little long. She stayed in the room reading comics, for about an hour, if the clock on the wall was correct. With her old clothes discarded on the bedroom floor, she grabbed a Wonder Woman comic book that looked interesting before making her way down the stairs.

"I can't, I was wrong. Just do it." Rowen's steps faltered, Carl was still in the room she left him in before, but no he was on the opposite end, crying as his father crawled towards him.