stairwell ; carl grimes

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Bianca's p.o.v.

All of us met at the cars at practically the same time. Clover begged to go switch spots with Ben, but in the end I was the sacrifice. I ended up having to go with Carl on the ride back. I offered to drive but he refused.

Beth sped off back to the prison and we followed about half a mile behind them. The fog was getting increasingly worse and it was getting harder to see. I pulled the walkie-talkie off of my belt and pressed the button on the side.

"Beth, can you hear me?" I breathed in.

"Yeah. Where are you guys?" Jade's voice rang through, signaling back to us, "We're at the prison."

"The fog is too bad. We can't see anything. We're gonna have to park the car in the woods or something."

"Alright, please don't be too long. Rick will start to worr-" Everything that I could hear was cut off by the sound of Judith squealing in joy.

Carl laughed from the driver's seat and half smiled.

"Okay, guys. We'll be back. We swear."

Carl could just barely see out of the window and pulled into an abyss of trees. But just in case he got out and covered out car with piles of leaves and large branches. He climbed back out and pulled something out of his pocket.

I turned towards him and took off my seatbelt. I climbed over a little bit to see what it was and he turned the photo to me. It was a bad quality polaroid of Judith and another bad and wrinkled polaroid of his mother, father and him.

"Beth took them. She found a camera and took lots of pictures. It makes me happy to see them. I just carry them so if anyone finds me dead they know I had a family and stuff."

I didn't say anything, I just smiled. I pursed my lips in thought of what would happen if I ever found my dad. I slightly felt sad, not knowing if he was still alive or not but that quickly disappeared when both of us heard the static screech of the walkie-talkie fill the car.

A few voices came through the speakers of the battery run devices and Carl and I listened, intrigued.

"I'd totally fuck him. I'm so going to fuck him," We heard Clover say.

"Yeah, but you know he doesn't like you like that, right?" Beth piped.

"Plus he's my son. I want the best for him, even though he is seventeen," Rick laughed.

I gasped and then I heard Jade, a bit muffled, "And it would suck if you got pregnant."

All the sudden Maggie said something.

"Jade, are you sitting on the walkie-talkie? I can't find it."

Jade shrieked and screamed, "I was sitting on the talk button, oh my god!"

"Turn it off!" Clover yelled.

"Hey, Carl!" Rick chimed in.

"Be back soo-" Beth started and then the static came back and quickly went off again.

My face was red from holding in so much laughter and Carl pursed his lips, obviously embarrassed. I wanted to laugh but I could hear slight moans and scratches across the top of the car.

Carl slumped and I laid down across the two seats. Carl pulled my head up onto his knees and I looked at him with a questioning look.

"I don't mind," He whispered.

I shrugged and closed my eyes. When I woke up the car was at the gates of the prison. Carl's whole torso was covered in blood, but it was dried. His shirt was torn in a few different places and without his hat on his hair shone in grease.

I shot up and quickly gathered my stuff into my lap. Carl was shocked when I first got up but the expression quickly faded into concentration when Michonne opened the gates.

I hopped out of the car and everyone rushed over to me. Apparently we had left the day before and Beth, Ben, Clover, and Jade had gotten back to the prison at least 12 hours before us.

I walked up to the main hall and placed everything we had gotten and let the others sort it out. Rushing to my cell I grabbed a piece of paper and a bent pen before entering.

I placed the piece of paper against the wall and started to outline the letters Woodbury onto the paper. Carl walked in and glanced at me and then rushed over.

He started breathing heavily and finally started talking.

"I saw that! With Clover! On the ceiling, written in blood."

My heart started beating heavily and I couldn't say anything. My expression didn't even change.

"Do I need to say it in Spanish or something? Woodbury en el techo en la sangre! Did you understand that!?" He yelled.

I looked at the ground and water filled my eyes. A few drops fell onto the dusty floor and Carl sighed.

"I'm sorry, Bianca. I didn't mean to make you feel bad. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just a dick."

Carl's p.o.v.

Bianca sniffled and I tried to place my hand on her shoulder but she swatted it away. My eyes started to tear up but I didn't make any noise. I didn't want her knowing. She came to the prison 3 weeks ago and she was always so brave. She was always the one who would volunteer herself for the safety of others.

She stood staring at the piece of paper for a little over five minutes before breaking the silence.

"Why did you yell at me?" Tears had been rolling down her face since she swatted my hand away.

"I don't think before I say. I just say it. Half the time I don't even know what I'm saying. I'm usually just a dick about everything," I told her. The tears started welling up again.

Last time I had kept quiet when I cried but this time I couldn't stop myself from making noise for some reason. As soon as I let out the first weep Bianca looked over at me and rushed to the top bunk of the bed.

She didn't even climb up the ladder, she had literally jumped to the top bunk (but she did scramble a little bit to get her last leg up). She tackled me to the mattress in a hug.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I'm a terrible person," She whispered into my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms back around her and smiled a little bit.

"You're not a bad person. I probably deserved that. If anything I should be apologizing to you."

She pulled her face out of my neck and spoke, "I don't think so. You've only been nice to me and I can't be more grateful."

She closed her eyes and fell asleep. I had no choice but to do the same

wow why do I never update cool this is a shorter chapter but I swear I have like ADHD bc I start a chapter and then I get distracted for like 3 days what the hell (pls don't get mad @ me bc I said "I think I ADHD" like stop bye thanks) also wtf is this bullshit im not waiting until February to watch twd I will personally kidnap chandler and make him tell me what happens thanks bye

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xo kc