Our Little Group :) (Carl Grimes x Male OC)

20. Issues.

TW:
ANXIETY ATTACK
BLOOD
DEATH
SELF HARM
VOMIT
GORE
WALKERS
ALCOHOL
CUSSING
WEAPONS
Self harm and suicide are not cool, don't do it if you're in a bad mental state talk to someone, it gets better eventually.
<<<MAX POV>>>

I can't explain how much I absolutely despise Patrick, this is only because he's crushing on Carl. No I'm not jealous, more just protective of Carl, and the thought of them together makes me want to rip his eyes out and dismember his body, totally normal. Carl's the most beautiful person ever and Patrick is a jar of dirt, useless and gross. Have I ever mentioned Carl's eyes? Gosh they're so pretty, and his hair, it's like so fluffy and a perfect color, he looks just like his mom. Well looks like what she looked like, sense she's dead, yknow Carl having to shoot her and all, sorry that's mean, I didn't really like her though but I'd never say that to Carl, ever.

I've been walking around my cell avoiding people and playing with lucky and the cats and dogs. The dogs have gotten so big now, so have the kittens, almost fully grown. I'm also reading a book, it's an apocalypse based book and let me tell you they were either so far off on stuff or so fucking right on it. Like the zombies, they're slow and less dangerous alone but in hordes they're fast and a lot more dangerous, go for the brian is also another thing they were right about. Getting bitten kills you automatically on the spot was wrong though, you've got to die before you turn and usually it takes a bit, to die from the feaver I mean. I'm reading the book now, about halfway through but Daryl walks in with a soccer ball in his hand, interrupting ny peace.

"Max, go play with Carl and Patrick." Daryl walks in my cell further throwing a soccer ball at me, luckily I catch it before I get hit in the nose. "I would not like to do that if Patrick is involved." I throw the ball back, dog earing my page and placing it down Daryl points to the bed after sighing. I sit down and look at my dad, he hands me the ball and stands infront of me. "I know you don't like the kid, but he's the only boy yalls age. I wouldn't care if you didn't talk to the kid, hell I probably wouldn't care if you killed him. But, Rick is making me make you to hang out with him because Carl won't if you don't." I take the ball a loud sigh slash groan escaping my lips. "Fine, I'll kick the ball at his face or something." I feel  dad glare at me, I glance up to Daryl a soft glare and somewhat of a smile at me. "Fine, I'll play stupid fucking soccer with stupid fucking Patrick. And I'll be somewhat nice." I stand up Daryl ruffles my hair and pushes me out of the cell, following me out and walking down to somewhere. "Have fun, don't break any bones and be safe. Also Rick may want help with farming and im sure Carl will force you into it." I walk down the stairs and try to find an excuse to stay inside but to my luck there isn't one. I walk outside and when I get close to Carl and Patrick i drop the ball and kick it at Patrick, which misses him and hits Carl in the nose. Oh shit, Rick is gonna kill me. Carl falls back onto his butt and lays down over exaggerating his fall.

  I run over and slide down next to his head, "You okay Carl?" He sits up holding his bloody nose and opens his eyes a hard glare at me. "No assbag, that hurt." Is there a cloth around somewhere, I look around for a cloth. Yknow fuck it his flannel shirt will work. I take the flannel off of Carl and hand it to him, as i do that a cold ass breeze flys by i watch carl start to shivver. "Here hold it to you're nose." He takes the shirt putting it to his nose, the blood seeps through staining it a dark red. "Good?" He pulls the shirt back blood still slowly spilling down, I put it back to his nose. "Carl, you alright?" I glance over to Patrick who is walking to us with a wet rag. "He's fine its a bloody nose." Patrick goes to remove the shirt from Carl's nose, I take the shirt off a little to quickly before Patrick can Carl winces at the motion. "Sorry, Carl." Patrick puts the rag to Carl's nose looking at him likes his flirting? This mother fucking asshole, leave him alone. "Thanks Patrick, but I'm fine." Carl takes the rag himself wiping the blood away. "Right sorry."