Killing me || - Carl Grimes

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Charleys pov

i cant believe i have to be the one to sit and watch this kid in a coma. im a kid myself, why am i the babysitter? this is bullshit.

I leaned back in the chair im sat on, just admiring the room around me, it was small, but seemed comfy. and the bed this kid was lay in this comfy. i had to leave twice because i had thoughts to push him off and lay in it myself.

It was silent. tho i could hear chatter outside. and i just hoped this kid woke soon because i didnt wanna keep spending my days waiting for him instead of looking for my mother.

Its weird. how one shot to the stomach could make such a young kid go into a coma. its scary too.

It wasnt long until i heard him stir, moving gently to the side, i quickly looked at him, panicking a little.

I jumped up from out my seat and called his mom, lori,and soon enough she came running. once she arrived i took that as my token to leave.

"no.. please, dont go." i heard a faint whisper. jesus. his voice was fucking weak. his words made me question going or not. i dont know this kid so why would i stay? but then again, whats the worst that could happen.

i kind of just slowly decend back into the seat, my let now tapping the floor as i pick my nails. Lori was on the other side, her hand gently stroking through her sons hair.

I wish my mom was still here to do that. Thats another thing, i still havnt found my mom. im wondering if shes even still alive.

im wondering when this fucker will let me go, what business does he have keeping me here? i was about to get up and leave but his mom did. which meant i couldnt leave this kid alone.

I sigh and look arount awkwardly again, wondering if this kid would make conversation, my leg still tapping against the floor.

"Stop tapping i have a headache." i hear from the door, making me look up, i notice its that cop guy again. Me and him dont get along very well. and if hes here that means this kid is his son.

"Sorry mr sheriff. I just have a great liking to tapping my feet. Need some sort of rythm when the world is dead." i speak in a sarcastic tone.

"the names rick, so dont call me cop guy." he continues as he sits in the seat where Lori once sat.

"dad dont be mean.." The kid spoke out, still having that weak tone to him.

i seen the cop give me a half death glare, what does he have against me? i just sigh to myself and look around the room, feeling odd and out of place.

"hey, im like you now.. weve both been shot." the kid says with a slight smile on his face. I mean, i like the kids thinking.

"i think your mother would rather hear we got the same eyes so lets keep that between us." the cop guy replied.

"since youre in the club now, you get to wear the hat.didnt you know?" he continued, lifting up the hat he wore when he had the conversation with me and deena. He then placed it on the kids head. atleast its a good father and son relationship.

I wasnt trying to watch their entire convo, but i couldnt help but notice how the hat was too big on the kids head.

"itll fit better soon." Rick finally said after a few moments of silence, the kid chuckled slightly from his words and fidgeted with the hat.

"Will you miss it?" The kid asks, as he lets go of the hat.

"maybe youll let me borrow it from time to time." Rick responds, the kid nodded in response and looked ahead of him, then back at his dad.

"Sure." he said then rick put the blanket over his sons body and told him to get some rest.

"i love you dad." the kid finally said, i saw a slight smile on Ricks face. thats new for him.

"i love you." Rick responded, and then stood up and patted his kid, before leaving the room.

it was a few moments of awkward silence before i decided to break it. "You seem close with you dad, good relationship?" i asked.

"Yeah.. hes took care of me and protected me from so much. I felt devistated when i found out he got shot. and i thought he was dead because he never woke from his coma, until glenn braught him back to our small camp in the hills." He rambled. did i ask for a life story? No.

"mk.. cool." i whispered but loud enough for him to hear.

"what about you? was you close with your dad?" he asked me.

"No. and my sister shot him a few months before we shown up here." i responded. Finally looking at the kid.

"sorry.. " he replied.

"oh no you dont need to be sorry! he was a douche anyway." i chuckled, making the kid smile slightly.

"whats your name?" i suddenly ask him, not immediately wanting to but it just felt like something i needed to know so i wasnt going with 'the kid' all the time.

"Oh its carl, my names carl." He answered, a slight smile spread across my face, i hope it wasnt too obvious how excited i was to make conversation.

"is it with a k?" i ask him, his eyebrows slightly raise showing a confused expression.

"carl? like.. k-a-r-l?" i repeat, he nods in understandment. but then shakes his head.

"with a c. its c-a-r-l" he finally answered. And i nod my head.

"my uncles name was karl with a k. i might call you karl with a k now." i chuckle, having a slight joke, he smiles back and then it falls silent again.

"Oh! my names charley by the way." i tell him, even tho he didnt ask.

"charlie?" he replies, then opens his mouth again. "like the boys name?"

"Oh kid, im not a boy, clearly. its charley. instead of i-e at the end its e-y. charley." i explain to him.

"im gonna call you char-lay." he tells me and i nod. so hes karl with a k, and im char-lay. might aswell call me chair-lay.

it goes silent again, with my mind thinking back to deena, wondering what shes doing right now.

"y'know, you remind me of my friend sophia." he randomly blurts out, i give him a confused look.

"sophia is my friend.. she went missing." i suddenly realise who hes talking about.

"theyre looking for your friend at the same time they look for my mom." i softly give him a smile. and i speak again "we'll find them. alive." i assure him. even tho i dont have much hope myself.

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first chapter done !! YAY anyways, updates may be slow ! sorry <3