➺ "Here ye Here ye, honourable knight. The merciless souls in clothing are stepping forth into Terabithia. Can I count on you to save our kingdom?"
⊢ After the unfortunate events of Hershel's farm being overrun with the dead, Rick's group ventures o...
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✎Word Count : 40619 Somewhere Only We Know | Keane "This could be the end of everything" December 29th, 2010 TW: Blood, Angst · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·
As Christmas came to an end, a New Year was arriving. It was around 4 months into the outbreak, Carl thought this whole thing would end by the end of this year but that seemed very unlikely.
He kept getting told by his mom that the apocalypse would end very soon, and being just thirteen Carl would obviously trust every word Lori says.
With the apocalypse carrying on next year, Carl couldn't help but sulk in his cabin and curl up in the bedsheets of his comfortable warm bed. It was still early, he hadn't even played with Jesse or May Belle yet. He just woke up, ate breakfast, returned to his cabin, and has stayed there since.
As expected, Jesse would notice his blue-eyed friend if he didn't show up as usual to come play. The freckled boy opened the Grime's cabin without knocking, instantly he noticed Carl even though the bedsheets covered his whole body and his head.
"I thought you were gonna come to my cabin, what are you doing?" he asked as he walked over.
Carl's head popped up from beneath the bed sheets upon hearing Jesse's voice. He looked at his friend with a bit of surprise, having lost track of time and not realizing how long he had been sulking in his bed.
"Oh, hey," he replied, his voice slightly muffled by the covers. "I just...wasn't feeling that great. Not really in the mood to play today."
Jesse's expression turned concerned instantly, "Oh..." he mumbled, he was a bit speechless since he hadn't expected this.
He sat next to Carl on the edge of the bed, Carl sat up and moved the bedsheets to his chest. "Are you sick?" he asked with his brows slightly furrowed.
Carl shook his head, adjusting the sheets on his shoulders. "No, I'm not sick," he replied quietly. "Just...in a bad mood, I guess."
He looked away, feeling a bit embarrassed about his sadness. He knew he had been moping around for no particular reason, but it was difficult to shake off the feeling.
Jesse's brows kept furrowed, he looked at the floor for a bit thinking, but then he crawled on Carl's bed almost crawling on Carl by accident.
"Hey-what are you doing?" Carl asked with a small chuckle.
Jesse chuckled realising he almost crawled on his arm, "I'm just gonna rest for a bit with you. I'm also not in the mood now," he replied.
He then lay on his stomach next to his blue-eyed friend, the two were very close and squished up against each other since the bed could only fit one person.
Jesse furrowed his brows a bit, and he sniffled loudly, "This bed smells like you," he commented, a small smirk plastered on his face.
Carl couldn't help but laugh at Jesse's comment about the bed smelling like him. It was a silly remark, but it was just like him to say something like that.
