days, weeks, months. i have been alone with carl for two months, this being two months too much. i have never felt such hatred for a person before, and i have met a lot of people on my way. i don't believe that hating someone is worth it, but i can't change my thoughts about carl. after we lost our group he changed to the worse, and he was horrible to me before that.
he complains, all the time. he blames everything on me, yells at me and behaves disrespectful towards me, but i'm still not allowed to be out of his sight. he has told me that he feels responsible for us losing the group, and i even told him that it's not his fault, but his behaviour is still horrible. i am trying my best to not talk to him that much, but sometimes we actually have to exchange some words, sadly.
"y/n?" i roll my eyes as he walks over to me, looking angry as always. i close my eyes and take in the silence, silence being something i don't get often. the problem isn't the walkers, it's mister big mouth mccarlson over here. "come on, we are going to eat!"
"i don't need you food, carl. keep it to yourself!"
"you need food!"
"i don't need anything from you! and when did you start to care about my well being, huh?" carl rolls his eyes at me as i get up, now being angry too. i walk past him and towards the door, grab a gun and walk out of the house. i am so tired of his behaviour, and i should of have left earlier.
"y/n! stop for fucks sake!" i ignore his words and walk faster instead, not even caring about the sound of running footsteps behind me. as i look up from the road my gaze meets my biggest fear, a living. i stop in my tracks as i get eye contact with a man some houses away, looking pretty clean for someone in an apocalypse. "y/n, run!"
instead of running i stand still, seeing the person move towards me, slowly. i let my gun face the ground, not wanting trouble in a time like this. carl is tugging on my sweater, trying to make me move. i should of have run, shouldn't i? the man stops a couple of meters away, eyeing me with a smile.
"you're young."
"you aren't."
"heh, young is the last thing i am. but, i'm not that old. i'm aaron."
he looks nice, actually. he has brown, kind of curly hair and he's wearing a pair of jeans , a t-shirt and a leather jacket. he has a smile on his mouth and his gun is lowered, just like mine.
"i'm y/n." he nods as he looks behind me, most likely looking at carl, if he still is there. i turn around to check, seeing him clutching his gun giving aaron a death glare. i roll my eyes at him and turn around again, seeing aaron's gaze being on carl.
"and your companion?"
"carl, or what i like to call him, mister big mouth mccarlson." aaron chuckles at me, probably earning another death glare from carl. he introduces himself detailed and starts asking me about where we come from, where we are staying and tells about a sanctuary. "wait, you're out with two from your group, right now?"
"yes, they are searching the house i stood in front of earlier."
"we have already searched them, we got no luck." aaron nods at me as his eyes are still on carl, this making me turn around to look at him. his gun is still not lowered, of course. "carl, put down your gun, now!"
"no, he can hurt you, he can hurt us! we can't trust him."
"stop pretending like you care about me, and lower your freaking gun!" i stare him down until he gives in, and lowers his gun slowly. his eyes are still on aaron, though. i turn around towards aaron again, and starts speaking up again. "so, why are you in this area?"
