Hopeful Love | Carl Grimes Fanfiction/Story [OLD]

Run

A/N: I won't be putting as much of what happened previously because I'd like everyone to read them first before moving onto the future chapters. I'll do this 4-5 chapters later in a summary. Hope you all are enjoying the plot so far!

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    I woke up the next morning with messy hair again. There's no such thing as beauty in the apocalypse anymore, but my hair would get in the way so I had to brush it out. I look through the desk drawers hoping to find a brush. Nope. I put my beanie on and step out of my cell. Beth may have one, so I go to her room. I walk over to her cell, but she wasn't in there. I hate to snoop around, but I really need a brush.

    After going through a few bags I end up finding a brush. Don't worry, I didn't take anything nor snoop around too long, just to be the good person I am. I look at her corner cracked mirror and begin to brush the ends of my hair. It was painful, but I had to get those knots out. To me, it looked like 10 rats decided to nest in my hair and left twigs and leaves for their home comfort.

Beth walks into her cell, but I don't notice her as I was continuing to look in the mirror.

"Need help?" She asks. I jump from her voice, not knowing she was there.

"How long were you there?" I ask in curiosity.

   "Only for a second. Here.." She takes the brush nicely from my hand and begins to brush out the knots.

    It's weird because whenever I try to brush my own hair, I end of ripping out my hair than brush it out gently. The knots just aggravate me..I hate it. It's been 10 minutes later and it seems like she's almost done. I've felt nothing but tugging, it didn't hurt though.

   "Beth, thank you so much. I'll repay you back for this." I say to her as she continues to brush the last knots out of my hair.

"No problem, Lisa. I haven't dealt with hair in a while. Do you mind if I braid your hair?" She asks.

"Of course. As long as it isn't those weird ass red carpet styles." I say to joke around.

    She nods her head and begins to section my hair into two. She takes the first section of my left side and braids it, she does the same for the right. I now have two braids on each side of my head. She grabs a small mirror and hands it to me.

"Whoa" I say. "This looks so much neater."

"Yeah..I've always played with my mother and sisters hair with different styles. Is it too much?"

"No no, It looks amazing. Thank you."

"No problem." She replies back.

    I put my beanie on and head back to my cell. I end up packing another t-shirt and a few water bottles. We won't be gone for long. It's not like we're going on a camping trip, plus I need to make room in my duffle bag for the supplies I'll be placing in there. After I finish my 2 minute packing, I walk out of my cell and head towards the sitting/cafeteria area.

I place my duffle bag on the table and look around, finding everyone with their essentials.

"You're coming along?" I turn around, finding Daryl talking to me.

"Yeah, I am actually. Rick gave me the oh-kay about it." I reply back.

    He nods and heads back to Glenn and Maggie, getting back into their conversation. Rick walks out telling everyone to head outside. I walk out of the door and find Michonne placing dead bodies in a trailer. It seems like they came across a few and decide to take them somewhere.

"Alright. Me, Carl, Sasha and Lisa in my car. Everyone else, in the van." Rick commands.

    Glenn, Maggie, Tyreese and Daryl were coming along as well. I walked over to the car that we were taking. I sat in the back, Sasha sat in the passenger seat, Rick is driving and Carl is sitting beside me. We had 2 or 3 duffle bags on the right back seat, so I ended up sitting in the middle next to Carl. I put my seatbelt on and set my hand down, but something lays over my hand. I look down finding Carl putting his hand on top of mine. I don't think he even knows he did that.

"Uh, Carl?" I say quietly. He turns his head towards me with those light blue eyes. I thought I was going out of range for a second until he spoke up.

    "Hm?" He replies back. I look down at my hand and he follows my direction. He quickly moves his hand, putting it back on his lap. I do the same. We haven't spoke through the entire car ride after that.

    We were arriving to an old shopping plaza, that's about it. We were going in and out, nothing further. Rick parks in the lot and gets out of the car, followed by Sasha and Carl. I slide towards the door that Carl had opened. I step out and reach in to grab the duffle bag on the car floor. I couldn't help but someone staring at me...I turn back quickly, finding Carl staring.

"Carl?" I call out quite loudly, but in a normal tone. He shakes his head and walks over to Daryl. What the hell, was he looking at me?... Anyway, I grab the duffle bag and shut the door. Rick ordered Sasha, Me and Daryl to head to one of the stores, Rick and his son in the other and Glenn and Maggie to the last one. I obey his command and walk with Daryl and Sasha.

"Dad, could I go with Daryl and Sasha?" I hear Carl say just a few feet away, not even mentioning my name.

"Go ahead, just stay close to them." Rick says.

Carl comes pacing over to Daryl's side with his gun equipped. We walk to the front of the store and find a broken glass door.

"I'm not able to open the door, the leftover shards from the door could scratch me." Daryl explains.

"I'll go." I walk in front of Sasha, heading to the door.

"No way, you'll get hurt." He exclaims.

"It's a small doorway, I'll be able to make it through, plus I'm the smallest one to get through. Unless if you have another idea?" I say. Daryl looks at Sasha, she nods and he looks back at me.

"Alright, just be careful."

I nod and slowly go through the broken glass door, carefully not to cut myself. I try to slide my other foot in, but I end of falling on the floor, making a cute on my thigh.

"Agh, god damn it" I say.

"You ok?" Daryl calls out.

My cut isn't that deep, but its bleeding. I couldn't drop out now, it'll show me as a weak child.

"I'm fine..I'm good." I say getting up slowly.

"Lisa! Behind you!" Carl calls out. I look behind me seeing a walker push me down on the ground. I fall on my back, which hurts like a bitch and try to wrestle with the diseased human. I push it off and grab my gun. Before I could even hit the thing, a gunshot went off. It didn't come from Sasha or Carl, neither Daryl. I turn around to find someone who saved my life.