GAIGE•{TWD}

Excusez-Moi?

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Gale had woken up oddly late, Paige already missing from the tent when she finally woke up.

This was very unlike her, she usually was the first to wake up, her body forcing her awake at around four in the morning each day.

But even though she had slept in so long, she was still exhausted, barely able to keep her eyes open as she got ready for the day.

She threw on a baggy pair of jeans and her carhartt over a white tank top. She then lazily laced up her boots, and tossed on her belt and holsters, before running a hand through her hair.

She dragged herself out of the tent and over to a bucket of water a couple feet away. It was most likely meant for an animal but she didn't care much as she kneeled and splashed her face with it, desperate to wake up.

Her body hurt like hell. Her stitches aching since the moment she got up. They hadn't bothered her much before now, she assumed jumping over a bannister and tackling a grown man might've had something to do with it.

She was holding her palms over her eyes, compressing the cold water to them when footsteps came up behind her.

"Gale?...What are you doing?" A small voice sounded, Carls voice. She dropped her hands, turning her head to see him standing there, a confused, amused look on his face.

She then realized he was wearing ricks hat, it way to big on him and falling over his eyes, making him push it up every few moments.

She shook her head before standing, groaning as she did so, and fully turning around, now facing him.

"Nothing, what are YOU doing?" He giggled at her words, a goofy smile forming.

But within a blink, his smile dropped and he was suddenly holding a gun in his small hands.

Gales mouth dropped as she stared at it, his hands shook as he held it, it obviously too heavy for him. She quickly grabbed it, tucking it into her waistband before anyone could see.

"Why the hell do you have this." She aggressively whispered, swatting his hands away as he tried to grab it back. "I just- I was hoping you would teach me how to use it." He mumbled, looking up at her with his big puppy dog eyes.

"Oh, were ya? Well, in that case..ARE YOU CRAZY?" He groaned, throwing his head back at her words before beginning to whine, begging her to let him keep it and to teach him. "Absolutely not. Where did you even get this?"

He sighed at her words, looking down and shutting his eyes, as if he was bracing for impact as he muttered out, "The bag in the R.V..." "WHAT?" "Its not that big of a deal-" "Excuse me? Oh yes the hell it is. One, YOU STOLE A GUN. Then, you walk around with it stuffed in your pants. Then you come over here, wave it around and ASK ME TO TEACH YOH HOW TO USE IT? You're insane. Youre actually fuc- frickin' psycho. You just wait till your mom finds out-" "NO! NO, YOU CANT TELL HER. PLEASE GALE, PLEASE DONT TELL HER."

Gale sighed, taking a deep breath and thinking for a moment. She knew the right thing to do would be to tell Lori. But she didnt want to get Carl in trouble.

So she decided, "Fine. I wont tell her, but you are gonna go put it back where you found it. And you will never do this again, capiche?"  "..Capiche.."  He hung his head down, kicking the dirt as he responded.