The Love Of A Boy |C.G.|

Chapter 20

A/N : The goal actually worked! And I am so happy. Thank you guys so so so much! I made two stories in the past and they were successful, but I am really happy about this book! Thank you guys so much for the reads, votes, and comments. You honestly have no idea how much it means to me. Writing and music, helps me get my mind off of tough situations, and I'm glad to be sharing my writing with you! Thank you all so much 😁❤
Now without futher a do, Chapter 20, enjoy! 😀

Hailey's P.o.v.

"So you are telling me that the people who tied up my girlfriend and held her at gunpoint are living with us?!"

I wake up to Carl screaming. I quickly get up and rush down to the cafeteria .

"What's going on?" I ask seriously."Rick Grimes, the smartest fucking guy on the planet, is letting those prisoners stay." Carl says sarcastically. I all of a sudden felt unsafe, but Rick knows what he is doing.

I honestly don't know what to say.

"Carl, let it be." I say. He looks at me like I'm fucking crazy.

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

Yup...I knew he was gonna say that.

"Relax, if anything happens I have you to protect me right?" I ask. I walk to him slowly.

"I mean you're strong..." I say biting my lip as I rub my hands down his forming abs.

"And sexy..."

Now I am just going a little to far, but I don't care.

I hear Rick chuckle and clear his throat. I pull away and blush.

"S-Sorry..." I say filled with embarrassment.
Damn is it getting hot in here, or is it just me?
Yeah, it's just me.

"I am going to go with the prisoners and clear a cell block for them. Stay safe and do not go anywhere or do anything." He says staring into both of our blue eyes. Rick walks into the tombs with the other guys, well except for Glenn. He stayed. I'm guessing because Maggie is a crying mess.

"So baby..." Carl says wrapping his arms around my waist.

"Can I just go back to bed?" I whine. He kisses my temple and nods.

"But only if I get to cuddle you."

We walk up to our cell. I lay in my bed, followed by Carl. He wraps his arms around me and I put my head on his chest. I take a deep breath, sniffing in his scent. It's not that bad. He actually smells pretty decent for someone who's been in the apocalypse for a little over a year.
Just the scent of him makes me happy and feel safe.

I wounder if any of my family is still alive.
I wounder if dad and his second family are alive.
Wait what?! Why do I care about that bastered?
My heart starts beating faster and my palms become sweaty. My breathing quickens as I get a sick feeling in my stomach. I think Carl notices because he sits up pulling me up with him.

"Are you okay?' He asks brushing a piece of my knotted hair to the back of my ear.

"I think I want to talk to you about my dad and everything. I mean I am just going to tell you any way." I say. Carl grabs my face with both of his hands.
Damn his hands are big...

"You don't seem like you are ready to tell me. I don't want you telling me if you aren't ready."

"I've been thinking about him...about everything. Carl, I am ready."

He takes his hands away and gets on the floor. I sit up straight and put my feet on the ground. I look down at Carl as he puts his hands on my knees.