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

28. Nobody gets hurt again.

TW:
BLOOD
GORE
SEXUAL ASSAULT
WEAPONS
SWEARING
<<<MAX POV>>>

Two weeks have past, sense Reg, Deanna's husband was killed, sense Ron's father was killed. A new group has come in, three people, not sure of their names, Deanna had me cancel the training lessons for good, I think it's fucking stupid and she's going to get her people killed. Speaking of being killed, there's a pit full of thousands of walkers east from Alexandria, most of them on their way here ended up there and the trucks blocking them in are going to break anytime. Ron hasn't spoken to Carl sense Rick killed his dad, Ron also hasn't talked to me or asked me to hang out in a few days, I know he's not mad at me because he'll talk to me. Raven gave birth two days ago to a girl, the foal looks exactly like her with a little white patch on her head.

I haven't been allowed to go on runs sense we found the walker pit, Rick said it's to dangerous and so does dad. Dad has basically taken Charlotte in as his baby, she's Charlotte Dixon now and my second baby sister, Remi being my first. Maggie, Kai and Glenn officially adopted Jax as their son, Jax and Lily both are like a little devil duo always causing trouble. Carl, Enid and I've been hanging out more that Ron's been an asshole, Faith also hangs out with us alot so we're like four peas in a pod. Mikey has been taking a shot at Faith for weeks, she's talks about him alot when we hang out I think she likes him.

"Max! Hey, man, wait up!" I turn around to Ron running after me calling my name. "What's up, Anderson?" I turn back around and continue walking to the barn Ron right behind me. "I think Carl and Enid are cheating on us woth eachother." I turn around and punch Ron dead in the nose, I hit him again and again till strong arms pull me off. "I trust my fucking boyfriend! Don't go saying shit to get me pissed at him because your stupid fucking dad died and Rick had to be the one to do it!" I get pulled off Ron by Dexter, he stands infront of me trying to block Ron from my view. "Fuck you Max! I was trying to warn you about your fucking hoe ass boyfriend!" I push Dexter out of the way running back at Ron and punching him in the face again and again, over and over till Dex pulls me off again and throws me to the side.

"Dexter, so help me fucking God if you don't move I won't hesitate to nock you on your ass amd beat the shit out of Ron again." I go to push Dex away but my arms are restrained behind my back and tied with rope, I try to get out but I'm pushed to sit on the ground. Michonne helps me up glaring at the dude who tied my hands together, she takes off the rope as I'm about to run after Ron she steps infront of me. "I wouldn't do that, you know I'm not afraid to nock you on your ass either, and I know you won't touch me." I put my hands up stepping back. "He called Carl a not so nice word and I'm really itching to beat his face in, so please, let me do this." I wipe my forehead hissing in pain at the cut on it, I pull my hand down blood covering it.       "Max, I know you want to but I can't let you, Deanna would most likely have another meeting and try to kick you out, go back to the house and clean up."

Dex ends up following me back to the house making sure I don't go after Ron again, I open the door walking into the livingroom. "Max? What happened?" Carl runs over taking my face in his hands filled with concern. "Nothing terrible, I'm fine just had a fight with Ron, Dex fill Carl in on what happened please, I'm gonna shower." I press a kiss on Carl's forehead patting his shoulder and walking upstairs to the bathroom. I lock the door and turn the water on, stripping my shirt off and undoing my belt, looking up at the mirror I notice now how bad the cut is. I pull off my pants, boots, socks, and boxers throwing them in a pile on the ground, I step in the shower the warm water coating my body.

The soap rinses out of my hair as I lean my head back, a shooting pain hits my forehead as my gash enters the water. I finish rinsing my hair of the soap and wash my body, being extra careful around my knuckles. My hands hit the water and pain shoots through them for a quick second, blood washing down the drain. I twist the handle shutting the water off, step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. As I was looking in the mirror, and take notice of the bruise on my eye, a knock on the door brings me from my head.