Run, Survive and Defend

Chapter 12 ~ 21st of May

~Carl's POV~

I wake up around eight, like I do everyday. I get up and change into something comfortable, a white shirt with a blue flannel and a pair of my jeans. Nothing special.

I go into Judith's room when I hear her crying. I lazily pick her up and rock her around. She quiets down and I go outside with her on my hip.

I look over to the 'remembrance wall' or as I call it: 'the death wall". I call it what it is.

I walk over to it and place down another flower. A cherokee rose. Her favourite. I remember when she told me. Her mom use to have it tattooed on her and she use to have them in the garden. I look down sadly and sit on the floor next to it.

Nicolas
Deanna
Alex
Annie
Mason
Derrick
Kira
Mary

I loved her. And yet, I lost her.

To be honest, I never really loved Kira. She was just... There I guess. She was there when I wanted some affection. She wasn't that good of a girlfriend anyway. A little bossy. She wasn't even pretty. Just a face full of orange.

"Carl?" I turn and see Maggie and Glenn.

Maggie is eight months pregnant. You could see her baby belly now. Mary was always worried that Maggie was too skinny and there was something wrong with the baby. Mary was always worrying.

"Can I help you?" I bluntly say them. They give me a small pathetic smile and I just glare at them.

"You doing okay?" Maggie asks me, rubbing her stomach.

"I'm fine." I say to her. She nods and turns to Glenn.

"Why don't you go to Mikey's house? He's a pool table you know?" Glenn smiles happily.

"I'm not in the mood." I turn to the wall again. "Can you take Judith back to Michonne and Dad? I'm busy."

"Busy? Carl you're sat at a-"

"Glenn! Just... Please." Maggie says to Glenn. He nods picking up Judith. They leave me in peace with Mary.

"Mary..." I whisper to myself. "H-how could I loose you? I am an asshole, idiot, shitface and a prick in one. I never loved Kira. It was always you. I fucking love you and miss you. I hope you're at peace somewhere. Where ever that maybe." I smile sadly and stand up, being faced with Jesus.

"Jesus, what... what are you doing?" I ask him.

"I've been watching you pour your heart and soul everyday for seven months. You miss her don't you?"

I look down and scratch the back of my neck. "Yeah... she- she was the love of my life."

He pats my back and walks away. I sigh and walk back to my house.

"Dad?" I shout. No reply. Maggie and Glenn must of took Judith to theirs. They always do that. I think they're trying to practise being parents and all.

I decide today that I'm feeling extra sad. I don't know if it's the talk with Jesus, Glenn and Maggie but I just feel like bursting into tears. It's stupid but whatever.

I walk to Carly's. I knock twice. She opens it, looking tired.

"Hey Carl... can I help you?" I look up at her tired eyes.

"Can I... can I go into Mary's room?" She looks at me weirdly before nodding and letting me in.

I climb up the stairs and enter her room.

Everything is the same. Just a little dusty I guess. Her drawing pencils are scrambled all on her work desk and her bed is unmade. Everything is an orderly mess which was so much like her. Her dresser was covered in drawings, photos and books. Random  selections of things.

I loved how her room looked, and it wasn't because I just loved her; it was because I love the style she decorated it. We used to paint on the walls, a mural should I say. They're still here,  of course, but just a little faded and old. It still held memories though.

Flashback

"I think we should paint this wall." Mary suggested. I look over at her and furrow my eyebrows. "What?" She laughs.

"Why the hell do you want to paint the wall, Mary Chapman?" I ask her, joking. She walks over all swagger and all.

"Hmmm... If you do this for me, I'll do something for you." She smirks, seductively. I smirk back as she runs into her wardrobe, grabbing a pot of paint. I roll my eye and get up of the bed.

"You had this planned didn't you?" I ask her, crossing my arms.

"Yes, Jerk, now help me."

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"Aw babe, you have paint on  your nose." I say to Mary, wiping more paint on her. She swipes my hand away, sending paint all over her new painting. I gasp and attempt to not laugh but fail at doing so.

"You're gonna pay for that!" She exclaims, smearing purple paint on my left cheek.

We end up having a massive paint war, which actually worked for her mural. She painted a massive flower which now had flickers of paint on them. It worked, it really did.

"I'm going to get cleaned up. Because of you." She says, poking at my chest. I chuckle as she leaves for the bathroom.

When I now she's gone, I go to the black paint and grab a small paint brush.

I write in the corner of the piece of artwork;

' 21st of May 20XX

I love you baby. Always remember?'

To this day, it's still on the wall.

And to this day, that message still remains strong.

Always, remember?

A/N

Hey

A Carl chapter so it can just ease out a little and to get a feel for where the characters minds are...

So yeah

Tbh I LOVED this chapter. It's just really cute... 😊

Anyway

Dream job?

Mine would be a photographer or someone who works in the media. It's just interesting ya know?

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