Carl Grimes X Rescued

Part 3: Arguing with myself

song for this chapter: keep finding a way by avalanche city

I was woken up by a loud bang. It sounded like those barn doors being slammed in frustration. The group must have been waiting for me to wake up, so they slammed the doors to do so. Do I really want to go with them? I'm not exactly what you call a people person, but it would be nice not to worry about walkers for once in my life.

I sat up, yawned and rubbed my eyes, the usual routine. My throat was dry again, but I didn't want to be a burden and ask for more water or food. The group was sat in a circle, all of them eating something out of a can. I sighed and sat in-between Daryl and Carol, I felt semi-comfortable with him, same with Carol. "Here kid." Daryl said and handed me a can of spaghetti in tomato sauce.

Spaghetti in tomato sauce was literally my favourite food before the shit hit the fan. My face brightened at the sight of the can and I looked up to Daryl with a big smile, though didn't say anything.
"I'll open it for you." Carol took out her knife and cut away the top part of the can.

I ate the can of food at the speed of light, though savoring every bite, I might not get to eat canned spaghetti in a long time. I was curious what the date was, last time I checked which was about two weeks ago, it was April. My birthday was May 3rd, I would be turning fifteen. "Carol? Is there anyone here who keeps track of the date?" I asked her queitly. 

"Oh, so you do talk," She said, jokingly, "I think Rick does actually, he's over there." Carol pointed to Carl's dad on the other side of the circle. 

I sighed, he didn't seem like he wanted me here. Rick always gave me death glares and just shrugs me off. Even so, I got up and walked over to him. "Excuse me, Rick, right?" I asked, rubbing my arm nervously.

"Yeah? what is it to you?" He spoke back rudely.

"I just wanted to ask what the date was?"

"I think it's May third, why?" Rick answered.

I smiled a bit, I'm now fifteen. "Thankyou." I then went and sat behind the hay bails in the barn.

To be honest, I was happy that I am now fifteen, but on the other hand, I wasn't. It means my family will never see my firsts. They will never see my first boyfriend, or hear about my first kiss, or if I find the right person, my first family. I put my head in my hands and let out a quiet sob. I miss them too much. It would be silly to say that I can't do this without them, but I can't. I am broken because of this new world, and I'm afraid that I can't be fixed.

I felt someone sit beside me, so I looked up to see who came to pity me. "Hey." Carl said to me.

I just nodded in response and wiped my eyes, hugging my skinny legs to my matching body. "Why are you crying?" He asked, cocking his head to the side.

"It's my birthday. And my family aren't here to see my firsts." I said softly, resting my forehead on my knees, "I miss Carl, he was my best friend."
"Happy birthday then. How old are you now?" He asked.

"Fifteen." I answered, close to a whisper.

"I know how you feel, I lost my mum not too long ago and I miss her like hell." He fiddled with the end of his shirt.

"Carl?"

"Yeah?" he looked up.

"Why does your dad hate me?" I lifted my head from my knees and looked at him.
"I don't know, he's probably just stressed and doesn't mean it." Carl said.

We sat in silence for a little bit. "I was gonna leave." I said after a few minutes.

"Why? When?" Carl furrowed his eyebrows.

"Last night. I was gonna leave 'cuz your dad obviously doesn't want me here, but Daryl stopped me and said I can just keep away from him in Alexandria." I vented.
"Don't, it's nice to have someone my age around, being the only kid here make the others expect me to act like an adult. It's annoying." He groaned.

"There will be more kids there for you to socialise with anyways." I whispered.

"I know." He said sadly, "But what if we don't get along?" 

"I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders, "I was never good at making friends, so being by myself is normal, and nice." 

"What do you mean nice?" Carl arched an eyebrow.

"I don't have someone talking to me constantly, and I don't have any fallouts with anyone but myself." explaining this was hard.

"I see your point." He gave in. 

"You can still be my friend, though." Carl smiled weakly.

"Okay." was all I said.

"Okay." He said in return. 
"When are we leaving for this... Alexandria place?" I asked.
"At night, dad's idea." he said. 

"I hope there's extra clothes there, being covered nearly head to toe in dirt and grime isn't exactly pleasant." I laughed a little.

"Yeah, I hope so too." He sighed.

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