Because I Fell in Love ~ Carl Grimes

Chapter 4

Rule #10

Don't make promises you can't keep

Rule #11

Always be alert when sleeping

Rule #12

Sticking with someone can make all the difference in the world

"Bonnie, wake up. He's alright!" Carl announced shaking me awake and I grabbed onto his arm tightly.

"Hey never again will you shake me awake, okay? I'll let you off easy this time, next time I'm breaking your arm. You should know I am not nor ever will be a morning person," I threatened him, not realizing how brash thought sounded but like I just said I am not a sunshine of happiness when the sun is still rising.

"Point noted, sorry about that," he apologized as I got out of bed patting him on the shoulder as I walked by him heading downstairs.

"It's alright, now come on. I want to meet the man of the hour," I told him grabbing his hand as I guided him downstairs and we met up with Rick.

"Dad this is Bonnie Dixon. She's Daryl's niece. I told her that she could come along with us wherever we plan on going and hopefully we meet up with Daryl again. I know the odds of that are slim to none but you know he'd want you looking after her," Carl told him and I didn't like the way he phrased that.

"I can handle myself just fine. I don't need help from anyone. I'm just looking for some companionship, not someone to help me survive cause I got that covered," I retorted as Carl looked to Rick waiting for his response.

"Well Bonnie, I'm Rick Grimes and I actually have a few questions I need to ask you. I can clearly see you don't need protecting, you can look after Carl for me though, boy's only fourteen," he stated as Carl scoffed.

"You literally just said, I was a man like five minutes ago when we were talking," Carl interrupted.

"Let's face it, Carl. I'm just too amazing, you'll want my protection trust me. Anyways, questions. What about?" I asked Rick as we took our seats on the couch and I pulled out some cans of food for breakfast along with water bottles.

"Three questions, simple answers. How many walkers have you killed?" He asked first and I just busted out laughing.

"You honestly expect me to remember an amount over three years, I don't know about a thousand, maybe more. I try to kill as many as I can, if that's what you're asking." I answered him knowing that he was referring to what I called zombies. Over the course of the years people I've met up with have called them all sorts of things.

"How many people have you killed?" He asked me and I felt Carl's eyes on me as I bit my lip. I'm about to be judge mighty hard.

"Three," I responded hoping I wouldn't have to explain myself.

"Why?" He asked and of course that was the third question.

"Do I really gotta tell ya? I mean shit, one was 'cause she was dying. I didn't have a choice, I didn't want her to turn. How could you just let a person sit there and suffer? I had to." I answered getting horrible flashbacks of that bad experience that I really rather not ever talk about with anyone.

"The other two?"

"Two guys that came through the neighborhood. They were middle age white males, looking for any kind of sexual relief. I just so happened to be the first thing with a vagina walking around. Let's just say my knife and gun has never failed to protect me yet. Yeah, I don't regret killing them. The girl, no I wouldn't change a thing other than her being dead and leaving me alone, all alone. Shit sorry, getting depressing and rambling. I'ma shut my mouth right about now," I explained to him as he nodded.