The Farmer's Daughter (The Walking Dead)

//Chapter Fifteen\\

Carl's P.O.V

"WALKERS! WALKERS IN BLOCK C!" A girl was screaming as she ran towards us.

Riza.

Was the only thing going through my mind. I was snapped back to reality when I the horse Michonne was on cry in pain.

I quickly graves the shotgun that was laying against the wall of the watcher tower and shot some walkers.

Once Michonne and Maggie were in the gate safe, I ran to Block C ignoring the calls from them.

Opening the doors to enter the block, I saw walkers biting flesh off the adults and kids. Quickly I took out my knife and stabbed it into the heads of walkers.

"Carl! What are you doing here?" Dad asked as I looked around for Riza.

"Riza, where is she." I panic.

"What you means she's in here?" He asked.

"YES!" I cried out as I ran to her cell.

"RIZA!" I yelled only to see her under the bunk bed.

Her cell was (strangely) closed and at least seven walkers were roaming mindlessly bumping into each other.

I started to kicked the door of the cell and made enough noise to catch their attention and those around me.

I stabbed each one in the head with Daryl or Glenn taking down the walkers behind me.

I after they were all on the ground, I opened the door and helped Riza up.

I checked to see if there were and bites or scratches on her but there were none. I pulled her into a tight hug not wanting to let her go. I looked around to see all the walkers are on the ground.

"You were right, that book isn't so important." She said  nuzzling her head into my chest.

I didn't say anything. I kissed the top of her head as I wrapped one arm around her waist and another holding her head.

"CARL-" dad yelled angrily before stopping, "you and me are having a talk later." He said as I nodded my head knowing it won't end well.

At least one thing didn't ends up like that. I looked at Riza whose freckles seem to stand out more than usual. "Ey Carl can we not stand here, I feel like one of them will wake up again." She said  said referring to the walkers.

I nodded my head as I picked her up, "Carl!" She said surprised.

"What?" I asked acting like nothing happened.

"Put me down." She said trying to get out of my grip.

"Hmm, okay." I agree walking towards a walkers motionless body and set her down.

"No, no, no, no carry me!" Riza exclaimed wrapping her arms around my neck.

"That's what I thought." I said.

Rick's P.O.V

"Well at least someone is enjoying this." Glenn said as he pat my shoulder.

"Yeah." I said looking at Carl and Riza walking out of the block, "he still shouldn't have come though, we got it under control."

"Awe, come on Rick. What happen to the loving Rickster?" Daryl said joining the conversation as he reloaded his crossbow.

"Don't call me that." I said.

"What about Rickity Momba?" Glenn suggested. 

"No. I got it, Ricktator! Get it? Caucse he is a dick-tator sometimes?" Daryl said laughing, soon everyone in the block started to laugh.

"Screw you guys." I said suddenly hearing a walkers.

"Daryl to your left!" Tyresse yelled as Daryl turned around an pulled the trigger of his crossbow and shot it in between it's eyes.

"Oh shit, that was Patrick." Daryl said as I ran over to see blood coming out of his eyes, nose, and mouth.

"Fuck, the next couple of weeks will be hell won't it?" Glenn asked as I nodded my head knowing for sure it won't turn out right.

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A/N: GLENN!

Honestly.

Does anyone like Rick? I hate him, he's crazy! He lost it when Lori died, then you have people like Michonne who's always saying "trust him" and "Rick knows what he's doing."

Bitch you know the next thing he will do is fuck everything up and get at least 30 people dead.

I swear if Rick knows that what he is doing is wrong...

FUUUUUUCK YOU!

And it's his fucking fault that Glenn is dead! Not that guy that said "Thank you" then shot himself and fell on top of Glenn.

(P.S. That episode was titled "Thank You")