Grace
Carl was being an asshole. I deep down knew I was partially at fault, I had been taking advantage of his love for me for a while now, and I didn't even realize it.
In that moment I wanted nothing more but to not be here anymore. I didn't know why, or what 'here' was. I figured maybe it was this place, with these people, or just being alive. I didn't know, but I felt trapped.
Then Carl flipped out on me. We were arguing like a married couple. It felt weird.
He kept telling me to stop and I was mad. He doesn't tell me to stop! No!
So, obviously I didn't stop. Then he kept saying it and it was getting old. He caught me by surprise and grabbed my mouth and tightened his grip. Not cool.
"Shh!" He hushed me. I felt my heart skip a beat as he had his hand on my back holding me up, to keep my stitches from ripping, and the other over my mouth.
"They got quiet. Too quiet." He whispered into my ear.
"Yeah, they did." I gasped as I removed his and from my face.
I then made an impulse decision. I cupped my hand on his face, and started kissing him.
He kissed back, he really did. He pulled me back up onto the wall with him and didn't stop. I let up for air for one second "Carl-" I gasped.
"Shh." He shushed me, and smashed his mouth back onto mine.
I continued to kiss the beautiful boy. God, I hated him right now, but I loved him, a lot.
The sheet was then quickly removed from the door by Daryl and Rick. Great.
"Hey now what are you doing!!" Rick screeched.
Carl pulled away from me swiftly and I scooted down the wall in embarrassment.
"Hey I don't want to catch none of that in here ever again, ya hear me?!" Daryl said, angrily.
"Jesus, Carl. Leave the poor girl alone." Rick said.
I rolled my eyes, "I'm not a poor girl. He didn't start it." I shouted.
"Hey Grace, just stop okay? Dad, what happened? Where are they?!" Carl asked frightened. He was right to ask, it was more important.
"Ew- God- Carl don't do that stuff no more, you either Grace. Just no. Please no. Uhh. We got them out. We talked. I don't know if they'll stay out, but we gotta have some plans." Rick said.
God, I was on the verge of dying of embarrassment. Freaking Daryl and RICK had to walk in! Anyone, even Hershel would have been better.
"Get outta there. Cmon Grace." Daryl scoffed. I followed, but turned around to face Carl in the cell and offered him a small smile. I hadn't given many of those for a while.
"Daryl you're not my dad." I said.
"I know, but I'm the thing most damn
near it. Listen, I don't care if you go out one day kissing hundreds of boys, but you're just too young! For Christs sake, you're 14. Trust me, take it easy!" He advised.
"I'm almost 15." I tried to correct him.
He gave me an angry glare. So I decided to listen to what he had to say.
"You're right. Sorry Daryl. I dunno, I've just known him my whole life. I think it's different." I said.
"Maybe, but I know boys, I was one. Be careful Lil Baddie." he joked.
"Oh shut it." I laughed, but my thoughts overtook the joy in the moment, "Daryl, are we really safe? I mean they're gonna come back. I can tell."
"We'll get them. Don't worry Grace." he said. I didn't believe him.
"It all came to an end way too fast. I don't buy it. What really happened?" I asked.
"What I said happened." He answered snarkily.
"Huh- Yeah dude, sure." I scoffed. Daryl grunted with a annoyed look on his face in response.
"Hershel said you should check in with him about your stitches." Daryl added.
"Alright. I can't wait to be moving around again." I said. It was really driving me crazy. Like crazy.
I found Beth sitting with baby Judith, and I slowly sat down next to her.
"Hey, we gotta talk later. Like seriously!" I said, "But now I have to find your dad. He wants to see my wound. Would you help me find and get to him?" I asked.
"Oh god, Grace what'd you do! Of course I'll help you but you're starting to freak me out." she giggled.
We found Hershel and I sat down with him. "How you feeling Grace? Now don't lie. I know you wanna be done with this soon as possible, but I really need to know." He said.
"Well, I've been better. It's been a week, Hersh. The wound is truly starting to feel better. Despite the stitches tearing the first time and the allergic reaction." I said honestly. Hershel always understood.
"I see. You mind lifting your shirt so I can inspect the wound?" Hershel asked sweetly.
"No problem." I said as I pulled it up to the stop of the bandage. He peeled it off slightly and I winced as the sticky part pulled my skin.
"It looks like it's healing nicely. If you see any puss, if it starts to bleed again, or begins turning black, purple, or green, come to me immediately. Infections are no joke. Make sure to change your clothes each day, and bandages a few times each day. Shower more than usual and just make sure the bandage is fully sealed when doing so. I think you'll be alright. I'll remind Beth and Maggie to get you to take your anti-infection medication and pain killers if you need those." He explained it all to me so nicely, making sure I would understand. I did.
"Thank you very much Hersh. Love you." I said.
"Love you too Grace. Feel better." He smiled.
Suddenly I didn't want to leave, I looked back at Hershel, the. turned to see Maggie, Beth, and Glenn all at the table.
I'd found my family.
AWWW I love the Greenes and Rhees. They're my fav ever.
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