Chapter 6💀
*Scarlette's POV*
I was tired. It had been a long day. My eyelids were fluttering, and the seats were so comfortable. I closed my eyes, and drifted off into sleep.
I soon awoke to moans and groans coming from all around me. Someone with strong, muscular arms was carrying me, like a cradle. I rubbed my eyes and looked up to see an attractive man with a strong jaw, longish hair, and serious, squinty eyes. He looked down at me.
His eyes suddenly softened, as he quietly spoke. "It's about time you woke. I'm Daryl." Oh my gosh. How embarrassing! This man was carrying me! "Oh... I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to fall asleep..." I began to squirm out of his arms, but he just pulled me closer. "Aw it's not a bother. Carryin' you's like carryin' Lil' Ass Kicker. You don't weigh nothin'." I blushed.
Who's Little Ass Kicker anyways? Oh well. I'm not even sure what to think... This man looks old but... And where are Carl, Rick, and what was his name... Glenn? "Well... Anyways, where are we? I can hear moans, but I can't see anything. I know it's dark, but we aren't being attacked." I looked up at Daryl questioningly.
"Well darlin', this is our home. At least for now. It's a prison, but the fence keeps away most of the walkers. We're in cell block C, which is pretty damn safe." He pointed, and I looked over to see a huge, looming building. We were surrounded, with fences on either sides of us, and walkers were slowly limping towards the fence. Hmm... I guess they aren't as desperate for food as some of the others...
"Well, here we are." Daryl set me down about ten yards away from a group of women feverishly washing some clothes. I looked behind me to see Carl, Rick, and Glenn strolling along. Carl had my bike too! He seems really sweet so far. He began walking towards me, rolling my bike along.
"Hey, I brought your bike up for you because we didn't want to wake you up." He looked down at the ground and back up at me. Then he looked over at Daryl, who was talking to one of the women with really short hair that must've been a previous buzz cut.
Next to them, Glenn had just walked up to a tall girl with short brown hair, and he was hugging her now. Okay well I guess they're dating... Because now they're making out. A black woman was wiping off a long sword, which seemed a bit odd compared to the other women. There were other women there, but one stuck out.
She was young, quite thin, and was talking to an older man with a baby in her arms. Carl looked back at me. "Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the family." Carl waved for me to follow him, and we approached the blonde girl, the old man, and the baby.
"Hey guys! This is Scarlette, she was in an alley and a horde was about to catch up with us, so we took her with along." Carl lightly pushed me forward. I turned around and looked at him. "Yeah, you forgot to mention that you were about to steal my bike." I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
I held out my hand, and the old man stood up on crutches and shook it. He only has one leg... At least that's what it looks like. "I'm Hershel. It's a pleasure to meet you, and we will do whatever we can for the time being to make you feel at home." The old man... Hershel... Reminded me of Santa. He gave me a warm smile, and then sat back down.
The blonde girl stood up, and shifted the baby to her other arm. "Hi, my name is Beth. We've all lost a lot here, and I hope we can be friends. You look about my age, so that shouldn't be a problem." Beth blushed. Carl cleared his throat, and took the baby in his arms.
"And this is my sister. Her name is Judith Grimes. She was born in a different prison block, and my mom died while giving birth." He smiled at his giggling baby sister. Hershel sighed. "Carl, I think that's enough. Why don't you introduce her to Maggie, Carol, Michonne, and everyone else?" Carl shrugged. "Okay. C'mon Scarlette."
We began walking towards the prison. "Wait, aren't you introducing me to the others?" I asked. "Nah, I'll just tell you. The black lady is Michonne, the one talking to Daryl is Carol, and the one with Glenn is Maggie, Glenn's wife and also Hershel's other daughter and Beth's older sister."
He opened the creaky prison door and adjusted his dusty cowboy hat. "Here, let me show you to your room. You can keep your bike in there, and no one will take it." He began walking down the hallway with my bike in tow. We came to an entrance with many prison cells. Carl pointed at one prison cell.
"This is Hershel and Beth's room. Me and my dad sleep in the one next to it. Here, you can sleep in this one." He opened a gate to one of the cells, and inside was a cheaply made bunk bed, a table, and a chair. "We lock these at night, so you'll be perfectly safe. And if anything ever happens, just call and one of us will help you." Carl looked at me and smiled.
"Haha thanks, but I think I can take care of myself. I'm 14 years old after all..." I turned and put my backpack on the bottom bunk. "Really? I'm 13." Carl said as I turned around to face him. "Oh... Um... I thought you were younger... Sorry."
I shrugged, and began unpacking some extra clothes I had stored for emergencies while still facing him. He crinkled his nose, and I tried my best to stifle a laugh, but a small snicker came out.
Carl mumbled, irritated, under his breath. I looked up from unpacking. "You know, you don't seem that bad for a kid." Our eyes met again, and I smiled beckoning him over. "Want me to help?" Carl said smiling, as he accidentally pulled a bra out of my bag. I raised my eyebrows, grinning and very amused. With sudden realization, Carl looked down, saw what he had picked up, and turned bright red, threw the bra back in the bag, and ran out of the room.
"On second thought, see ya later!" He shouted as he ran back down the hall. I shook my head, still smiling, but also thinking that this housing situation just might work out.
--------
A/N:
If 20 people read this I will post up to chapter 12!! If I get 5 votes I will post up to chapter 10!! Please read and vote and I'll update!! Thanks for reading guys :)
~Stephanie
--------
YOU ARE READING
Shattered, Not Broken (The Walking Dead/ Carl Grimes fanfiction)
Fanfiction(This is a The Walking Dead/Carl Grimes fan fiction). Scarlette is just your average teenage girl. Carl is just your average teenage boy. Neither of them knew of the other, until a certain deathly disease overcame the world. But as both their wor...