Walkers, Three Mermaids, Two Singers, and a Sheriff's Son

Chapter 22: Cuddling solves everything

Delilah's P.O.V

Noelle looked at Luke in shock. "Okay. Well I'm going to go find Carl and let you two talk." I said, leaving the cell. I want to find him before his dad finds him. "Delilah." I heard Rick say behind me. I turned around to see him with his hands on his hips and giving me a stern look. "Yes?" I say, trying to remain calm and not seem like I was drunk. I wasn't as drunk. But I was still a little bit tipsy. "Where the hell is my son?" He asked me. "I don't know. I was trying to find him." "Oh. Well I need to talk to him. So I'm going to help you find him." Oh. Fuck. I'm screwed. "Okay..." I replied. We both started walking to his cell. I had to figure out how to get rid of him. That's when an idea hit me. "Oh my god. Rick, the llama is trying to escape." "What? Where?" He panicked. "He just ran out that door." I said pointing to the door behind him. "Oh no. I have to go find Daryl. Or Claire." He rushed out, running off to go find one of them. I smiled to myself and then walked into Carl and I's cell. He was sitting on his bed, glaring at the wall. "Carl..." I said, trying to get his attention. "What, Delilah?" He asked, not taking his eyes off the wall. "Babe, why are you so mad?" "Because." He replied. "Because why?" That's when he jumped up and stepped closer to me. "Because you're mine, okay? And he's calling you babe and saying that you guys are going to have a baby together. And it fucking pisses me off. The only one who should be calling you cute names is me. And I'm not saying that I want this right now, but the only one who should be having a baby with you is me. You're mine and I don't want to lose you. Besides my dad and Judith, you're the only one that I have left. You're the one thing that I can't lose. Especially to someone else. I love you, Delilah. You're mine. Not Luke's." He said, looking into my eyes. I was speechless. "Carl... There's nothing going on between Luke and I. Him and I are just best friends. Nothing else. I wouldn't do that to you. Plus, he likes someone else. He's actually talking to her about that right now. But yeah. I'm yours and only yours. I love you, Carl. More than anything else in this whole entire fucked up world." I finished. He smiled at me and then leaned in and kissed me. I smiled into it and kissed back. He pulled away and said "Cuddle with me?" I giggled and nodded. He smiled and layed down, pulling me with him.

Rick's P.O.V

I run towards Daryl's cell. "Daryl. The llama is escaping." I shouted running into his cell. "Well tell him to get his ass back here." He slurred. "Are you drunk?" I said, raising an eyebrow and putting my hands on my hips. "Maybe..." "Where the hell did you get alcohol? Never mind. We don't have time for this. We have a llama to catch." I said, running out of his cell. He stumbled after me. We ran to the door that Delilah said he ran out of. I opened it, looking outside. I couldn't see him. So Daryl and I decided to walk around the prison. We still couldn't find him. "I'm going to check the llama pen." Daryl said. I nodded, following him. We went inside to the llama pen to find that the llama was still there. "What the hell?!" I shouted. "Well it looks like he's still here. Who told you that he escaped?" Daryl asked. "Delilah." I said through gritted teeth. "Why would she do that?" "I don't know. Let's find out." I said, walking towards Carl and Delilah's cell. I walked in ready to yell at her. But a sleeping Carl and Delilah were in cuddling in Carl's bed. I sighed, my anger vanishing at the sight. "Come on, Daryl. Let's let them sleep." I said, walking out of their cell. He followed after me.