I need you here with me // Carl Grimes [EDITING]

Seventy - The Hero.

Hey guys I know I do ask the characters all the time and things like that but I was thinking of doing a 50 Facts About Me, seeing as I don't really tell you guys much about myself I thought that might be a good idea, I'm probably going to do it anyway but it would be nice to know if you guys actually wanted me to do if you comment that would be great, thanks guys!

Alexandria was as normal as it could be after everything that had happened to all the survivors within it, Carol smoked a cigarette on a porch swing, Eugene took his shift at the gate, Sasha took her own shift on the wall, Olivia went over supplies in the store room, checking everything was there, Rosita sneakily did the walk of shame from Spencer's room after her break up with Abraham and my dad fixed up his bike with my help.

We silently worked away at different parts of the machine, I pumped the tires with air whilst my dad worked with more complicated things like the exhaust and god knows what, honestly I barely knew what most parts of the bike were the only reason my dad had let me help him was because we needed more "bonding time" and he wanted to keep an eye on me.

"You couldn't even notice... You got your bike back!" Carol strolled towards us, with a happy smile on her face and a cigarette in her hand, I was glad to see Carol even somewhat happy but I feared it wouldn't last as long as I hoped it would.

"yeah, one of the saviours had it apparently..." I said

"Yeah." Dad spoke, seeming lost in his own thought, "you got another one of those?"

Carol pulled a carton of cigarettes out of her pocket and slipped one out, handing it to my dad, it hung from between his lips. She held a lighter out towards him and he cupped his hands around her own, lighting the cigarette.

Honestly I loved how close my dad and Carol were I'd always seen her as a mother figure, I wouldn't ever protest if she were to become my step mom, because I loved her like a daughter would love her real mother. She was my role model. Strong, Smart, Witty and a little crazy.

"Those people you met, the ones in the burnt forest... they took it from you?"

"Yes."

"You saved them right?"

We both simultaneously raised a eyebrow at Carol, assuming why she'd think so nicely of us, as of recently the two of us were anything but nice.

"Sorry... I'm still stuck with that... The title of a coward!" She joked. I knew she meant it.

"No you ain't, we ain't, I should've killed them."

Carol shook her head and stood up from the uncomfortable porch steps, she turned her back on us and began to walk away, just like everyone else... But my dad stopped her.

"Hey I wanted to protect the two of you and Maggie from what they did to you."

"To us? They didn't do anything."

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"After I got out of DC, I just drove and I only stopped driving when I realised I had no idea where I was going, I remember seeing it Edison's Apothecary and boutique, it just some little store in a strip mall but if it really is a Apothecary they have drugs." Denise explained

"How do you know they still got any?"

"It isn't that far, I just wanna check and you and Rosita aren't out scavenging or pulling shifts, I need your help." She begged

"We'll go."

To me the entire idea was so crazy that it might just get them killed but we desperately needed supplies and if the place really was filled with drugs, we'd need to go.

"I wanted to check... I just wanted to help."

"How much time have you spent out there?"

She paused "None."

"Forget it!"

"I can ID the meds! I know how to use a machete now! I've seen a roamer up close. I'm ready!"

"You good with this?" My dad turned to look at Rosita.

"I'm good with it." I answered

"Not you! You ain't coming! Besides the there ain't enough room in the van." He glared, "Rosita?"

"No."

"I'll go alone if I have to!"

"You'll die alone."

"I'm asking you so I don't have to."

"How kind of you to ask us to die with you?" I added in, a smirk planted on my lips.

"I am not babysitting her alone."

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"You've got everything you'll need right? Water? Ammo? Weapons?"

"Quit worrying you little weirdo we'll be back before you know it and if you actually stay here for once without making a break for it I'll bring you back a present, alright?"

"Okay..." I sighed, leaning through the window of the truck, "I love you dad."

"I love you too and tell your brother to come out of his room, he's been on that damn gaming station for two days straight." He reached out and hugged me.

"Bye Rosita!" I waved

"Bye kiddo, try not to get yourself kidnapped again, I don't what to have to track you down." She smiled

"I'll try my best."

"Bye Denise, I hope you find what you're looking for."

"Bye Lydia."

I let out a disgruntled sigh as I watched the truck drive away and I was left alone...

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"I can't believe he ditched me, again!"

"Can you really blame him? The last time he told you to stay here Blake helped you hot wire a car and you got kidnapped, that's not really a call for celebration."

"It just frustrates me! I'm the one with the most walker kills! I'm the one with the most experience, I was on my own for a damn year and a half! I've been shot and stabbed multiple times! And I've lost a leg and yet here I am! I'm still alive!"

"You need to calm down alright?"

"I cant!" I groaned, throwing myself down on the couch beside Carl, he chuckled before holding me at arms length.

"Calm down you little weirdo."

"Thank you Carl! That was so motivational!" I rolled my eyes and leant back into the soft squishy surface of the couch.

"You may have done all of those things including saving my life once or twice but that doesn't mean you're not still a hero in your own right, okay?"

"But a hero can't save everyone. I wanted to save everyone."

"Hey..." He turned me to face him, "You saved me. You'll always be my hero."

And that was all that mattered to me in those moments, that's the secret I guess, as long as the person you love sees the light in you when you're surrounded by the darkness, nothing else matters. I carry that with me.

That's what made me feel safe and content.

In those moments I still had him and that was all that mattered.