AMBER | Daryl Dixon

Girl of Mine

Carl's POV

"A girl came back with Daryl...." I thought as I leaned myself up against the wall by the stairs. She walked into the corridor along side Daryl as he introduced her to everyone. Then came my turn. I looked up, past my hat and towards her as my name was called.

"That's his son Carl. Carl Grimes." She gave me a nod. I did the same in return to have a small smile spread across her face. She turned away and looked towards Glenn. I then thought to myself.

"Nice to meet you Amber. I hope we'll be good friends."

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I sat ontop of the roof of a house I found and have been eating a 112 ounce can of pudding. I was just taking in the scene before me. How peaceful it was, how carefree it seemed, aside from the walker trying to eat me from the window.

"Amber would have-" I thought suddenly. I then froze, thinking deeply.

"I wouldn't leave you. So, don't- don't cry." Amber's words rang throughout my head.

"Dammit, I was a total ass." I thought to myself as I began to analyze today's events.

I nearly died. Twice, and earlier, when I was mad at my dad, she didn't yell at me and tell me that I was wrong, she just didn't want me to cry. She didn't stop me, and I was a total ass to the only closest friend I have by leaving her like that, just laying on the floor.

After a while, I finally finished the pudding and began to make my way back to the house and towards the back door.

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The sun had finally gone down about an hour ago and both Amber and my dad are still out cold.

After I got back, I placed the food by the couch and moved Amber's "bed" into the dinning room where she was passed out in. I layed it out then carried her over to it. The least I could do I guess and she's been there ever since.

I decided to just glance back at her from the couch and she just layed there, in the same position I left her. I let out a sigh and sat back against the couch and closed my eyes.

I didn't close them for long, considering I heard a groan escape from my dad. I turned and looked at him. He let out a growl, followed by raspy breathing.

"No.." I panicked as I scooted away from him, picking up his gun in the process. Once my back hit something, I loaded the gun. He turned very slowly and soon fell off the couch and began to crawl towards me.

I guess his fall was loud enough for Amber to hear. I heard some shuffling in the other room and soon she appeared, clenching her side with a pained look on her face as she hung onto the wall beside her. She reached for her knife while I felt tears build up in my eyes as I spoke.

"Don't.... I have to- to do it. He's my- my dad." I whispered as I struggled to control my emotions. I just stared at the walker that was my dad and began to cry.

I let out a sob as he continued to move closer to me. Right as he touched my foot, I dropped the gun. I can't do it. I won't.

"I can't. I was wrong. Just do it." I whispered as I just stared at him. Amber took a step towards me and I just held up my hand, telling her to stop.

She gave me this look, a look that I've never seen from her before, I didn't know what it was but it was this look that caused my heart to break. She then shut her eyes and turned around, covering her ears. I let out one last cry and layed back, accepting what is to come when it didn't.