A World Like This [1]

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Edited 1/14/17

I closed my eyes tightly, the pain was worse than when I originally cut myself. The feeling of the needle going through my skin repeatedly was enough to make me want to scream. I gritted my teeth together. If I knew I was gonna decide to live and if I knew how much this hurt, I wouldn't have tried it.

"Ow." I hissed. Carl looked up at me, sorrow filling his sea colored eyes.

"Sorry." He muttered before continuing to stitch me up.

"Where did you learn to do this anyways?" I asked him, desperately trying to distract myself from the pain of getting stiches.

"Hershel taught me." Carl spoke. He had a sad smile on his face. The thought of Hershel made my heart drop, Rick had told me what the governor had done to him. He was such an amazing man, he always found the hope in every situation and now he's just... gone, just like the rest of them.

"Okay oww." I muttered. Carl didn't say a word this time. Without a doubt, there would be scaring, it would be ugly, but it would be my fault. He put a white bandage over the stitches, keeping them from getting loose. The bandage match my other one around my arm from when I was shot. Carl took that one off, cleaned the wound and put a fresh bandage on for me. "Thank you." I told him. He looked up at me, his blue eyes putting me under a spell as he smiled his perfect smile that I'd never get enough of.

A couple hours passed, Carl and I sat on a small brown couch in the living room, we barely said a word to each other without it being Carl asking if I was alright. Carl hadn't let me out of his sight for the pass few hours, he didn't even want me using the bathroom on my own. He also took my knife away. I get why he's being cautious but he was smothering me. I desperately needed space. Rick still hasn't woken up yet. I think Carl worrying over wither or not I'll hurt myself is distracting him from that, which I'm surprisingly thankful for.

"Look what I found." Carl said from beside me on the couch. I looked over to Carl and saw he was holding 112 ounces of pudding in his hand along with two plastic spoons. I laughed a little at the smile spread across Carl's face and of course the pudding that was in his hands. "What do you say we go out and eat it?" He asked.

"Where will we be going?" I asked with a smile on my face, one of the firsts in a long time.

"I don't know another house maybe?"

"You need new shoes?" I asked laughing slightly at Carl who only had one shoe on. He smiled and shook his head.

"Well yeah, but I thought maybe we could get out of this stuffy house." Carl told me.

"So, we'd be getting out of this house just to go to a different house?" I asked him, laughing. Carl playfully rolled his eyes at me.

"Come on it could be fun and you never know what we could find." He told me with a smirk. I don't exactly know what he means by that but I have a pretty good feeling about what it might be.

"Could I have my knife back? " I asked. Carl sighed rather loudly. He doesn't trust me anymore. "If we go outside that is..."

"Ava..."

"Just to protect myself Carl. You can't exactly take it away from me when I could need it at any moment to save my life." I stated. I could tell I was losing by the look on Carl's face.

"I'll protect you." He told me. Carl was sweet but I guess he's not realizing how dangerous it would be to go out there without a weapon. If we were to get split up, then I'd be a goner. I needed that knife. I promised Daryl I wouldn't go anywhere without it, and I wouldn't brake that promise to him.

"Carl-"

"Let's just go on the roof. You won't need your knife up there and we could still get outside." Carl said. I sighed knowing I lost and knowing I'd probably never get my knife back because I was being stupid with it. I know I want to live now though, I know I don't want to leave Carl. I know all of this now so I don't see why I can't have it back. I made a terrible mistake before, and I was lucky that Carl was there to help me.

"Okay." I said sadly. I looked down at my fidgeting hands that were lying on my lap. I've realized it's harder to face Carl now. He doesn't understand and he's too worried about me. I wish he would relax a little.

Carl pulled my face up softly by my chin. I was now staring into his gorgeous blue eyes that I never get sick of looking at.

"Hey. I love you. And I'm only doing this because I love you." He told me making my heart melt.

"I know, I love you too." I told Carl. We got up and began walking up the stairs and out the window which led us straight to the roof. There were a bunch of brown and orange leaves scattered around the roof. The gutters where full, but you'd expect that. It's not like anyone has cleaned them lately.

Carl sat down and let his feet dangle over the edge. I walked over and did the same. I watched as Carl opened the chocolate pudding and handed me a spoon. The second it was open I dug my spoon in it and stuck it in my mouth. Carl dipped his in too but didn't eat his. He looked at me and laughed.

"What?" I asked as I licked the chocolate off the plastic spoon.

"Oh, nothing. I've just never seen a girl eat like that." He said laughing slightly. I playfully slapped his arm and rolled my eyes.

"It's been a long time since I've had pudding." I told him.

"And you're saving it for later?" Carl then took his finger and wiped my face, revealing a small amount of pudding on his finger. I shrugged my shoulders and dug my spoon in for more. Before I ate it, I watched as Carl licked his finger clean. I laughed at how he savored the small amount of chocolate that was on his finger.

As I watched Carl do this I got an amazing idea, I dipped my finger in the pudding when he wasn't paying attention and wiped it on his cheek. I instantly began laughing.

"You better get that off!" Carl told me.

"Or what? You'll throw me off the roof?" I was soon cracking up, barely even able to breath I was laughing so hard.

"No, I'll do this." Carl then smeared the sticky chocolate pudding on my forehead. He moved it across in a straight line, or at least it felt straight.

"Okay, okay." I said giving up.

"You better wipe this off." He said pointing to the chocolate on his right cheek. I smiled widely at him.

"Whatever you say." I said as I shrugged my shoulders. What I did next completely caught Carl off guard, I licked his cheek clean, savoring the taste of pudding. When I got it all off I backed up and looked at Carl's shocked expression. "What?"

"You just-" Carl didn't say another word he just smiled before smearing some pudding on his lips. "Guess you'll have to help me get this off too." He said. Even with all the chocolate on his face I could see the smirk playing on his lips. I began laughing loudly, I'm surprised it didn't attract any 'unwanted' visitors.

"You want a kiss or for me to lick you clean?" I didn't realize what I said until after I said it. Never did I mean it like that. But I saw the smirk on Carl's face grow and I knew exactly what he wanted.

"Do I really need to tell you?" He asked. My heart began to race at what I was about to do. It's one thing to lick pudding off his cheek its completely different to lick his lips. But I did as he wanted and licked all the gooey chocolate pudding off his lips. Right as I finished Carl's tongue brushed past mine. I pulled away to look at him just to see that same smirk sitting on his no longer chocolaty lips.

I looked down just to realize I was on Carl's lap. I couldn't even remember moving over. I looked back up to Carl and bit my lip. This was going to be interesting.