Humanity (Carl Grimes Gay)

Tear-Free Shampoo

[Picture is {the beautiful} Lyric]
FLASHBACK

'Were we looking at the same thing ?' He chuckles beside me

'I-i couldn't' I shake my head 'I just can't kill an innocent rabbit'

'Ah , Carl ...' He sighs 'You can't worry about that now-a-days - that's a meal right there'

'I think I should stick to being a harvester'

'If you say so' He smiles , gently taking back his bow

-

'Layne'

'Hm ?' His throat vibrates , him not even looking at me

'You need to get up' I sigh , looking at the older man on his stomach under the covers

'Thought today was my day off' He huffs , scratching his bare back

'It was ... until it was given to Bailee'

'Who the fuck have it to Bailee ?'

'Michonne and Daryl' I mumble

'Goddammit' He growls , rolling onto his back

I gently pull the blanket off of him and straddle his waist 'Please ...'

'What do you need me to do ?'

'Go find some guns with me' I rub my pointer finger over his left pec 'No one else is coming'

He bites his lip 'Alright , let me get some clothes on'

'No , I think you should go in your boxers'

'Not happening' He chuckles , sliding from under me to put his jeans on

'Are you scared ?'

'Not one bit' He shrugs , sliding his knee high socks up his legs

'You're bluffing ...'

'I'm not though'

'You're tough and I don't know how you do it ...'

After he puts on a black v-neck t-shirt and black hoodie , he slips on his high-top black converse and grabs his snapback - putting it backwards as always 'You're not too bad yourself'

'I learn from the best' I grin

'You wearin that ?' He asks

'Well I was until you made me second guess it'

'Nah , there's nothing wrong with it - I just don't want any flesh dolls hitting on you' He smirks

'Too late'

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[Layne's point of view]

'Hey , can you pull over ?'

'Babe , I've pulled over three time already - are you okay ?' I furrow my eyebrows

'Yeah , I'm fine'

'Something's bothering you' I sigh 'What's wrong ?'

'I'm just a little nauseous , I'm okay'

I didn't believe him - I knew he wasn't "okay"

'Aight , I'll pull over'

-

'Yo , Rick - help me out with this'

'Alright , careful , careful' He breathes out , helping me lift the heavy (not really) box up onto the table

'Goddammit' I whisper to myself , looking over at my arm

Rick gives me an unsure glare before clearing his throat 'Something bothering you ?'