{trigger warning}
Carl;
I open my eye to pavement and ringing in my ears mixed with laughter and screams.
I reach up to feel the blood dripping from my lips. The warm, red liquid touches my fingers and the sight of it makes me begin to finally register what's going down.
I'm on the ground, on my hands and knees surrounded by gravel and laughter. It seems like a scene from a nightmare; but this is reality, and I must take matters into my own hands.
I sit up from my keeling position and stare into the open in front of me.
After a few deep breaths, I'm on my feet. I whirl around to see my next victim closing in on Juniper, laughing evilly.
Something clicks inside of me; the thought of her dying on my watch and having her blood on my hands scratches at my actions. I pull my knife and run in a screaming fit towards the villain.
He turns, his eyes wide at my actions as I drive my knife into his chest. I adjust my grip on my weapon and look him straight in the eyes as I drag it up to his heart, pulling it out and stabbing him again, and again, and again.
{tbt
Allow me to introduce comic Carl to the story}
I continue my bloody rage on the man, watching the life leave his eyes and his blood pouring out of his carcass as I continue to mutilate it.
I pull my knife out and drop his body to the ground. My chest heaves as I take exhausted breaths from my anger and I take in my surroundings once more.
There's the girl, standing opposite of me, she watches me in terror and glares at my bloody hands and face. But I don't seem to be fazed, I want to get a move on.
"Let's go, it's not safe here anymore." I speak, my voice sounding more harsh than intended.
"Carl..."
"I know where to go."
"Carl," Juniper says with tears welling in her eyes. "where- what do you mean?"
"I mean, we're leaving. These people, killed my family, my friends. We have to go."
"Where?"
"The other side of the city, to Atlanta. We'll hole up in a building or something. Then keep moving."
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Juniper;
All I could see was water; falling from the sky, puddling in the streets.
The umbrella I held over my head barely did the trick of keeping me and my bag dry. The small diameter of it meant that either me or my bag would get soaked.
Carl walked ahead, his mysterious hat strapped to his bag and the rain drenching every inch of him.
His shirt clung to his back, bolding his flexed muscles as he walked.
He didn't care that he was soaked to the core, a new side of him had surfaced and I have to admit: it's intimidating.
I like it.
At this point I swear we've been walking in a straight line, and for two days it's been pouring. And we've seen at least 10 dead ones. All of them had been put down by Carl of course but they don't seem to like the rain.
I finally grow the courage to speak after a whole day of following a mute Carl Grimes.
"Carl, I swear to fucking god if you don't tell me exactly where we're going I'm going to stop following you."
He stops in his tracks, turns around, and walks up to me.
He holds in rage he's been keeping in for days and takes a deep breath before speaking;
"Just trust me June,"
"No. I want to know where you're taking me."
"Hell June, if I was leading you to slaughter do you think I would've brought some of our shit? Do you think I would trudge through Hurricane Katrina's little sister for three fucking days? I'm doing this for your safety darling, and if you don't trust me after I opened up to you then you can turn the fuck around and go meet my good friend Negan and his saviors that'll rape you and bash your skull with a baseball bat named 'Lucille'. Look, do you think I want that to happen to you? No, when I met you I found hope. Hope that I won't be alone anymore. Hope that we could make a life out of this shit. Now you're looking at me if I'm some evil fuckboy with a messed up face."
"Carl,-" I start, but stop myself. I put my chin to my chest then look back up at the drenched boy.
He stares at me with a cold expression with sympathy hidden deep within.
And before I can do it myself, he pulls me in for a kiss.
It's wet and sloppy and cold. But warmth spreads out to every fiber in my body.
Here you are, kissing Carl Grimes in the rain like a love story. His drenched arms wrapping around your lower back while yours snake around his waist.
He pulls back for a breath but I pull him back in, teasing him. Teasing a teenage boy, in the middle of the road, in a storm, with the walking dead all around. Genius.
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IM FUCKJGNJD
Ok so shit went down in Carl's rant.
Negan?!!1?2?2?
Saviors?2??2
Lucille?2!2??2?
Stay tuned to find out what's next.
This chapter went out to my homie maddie who just had a birthday and my fellow savior slut. carlgrmes love u boo
Vote and comment, means a lot because I want this book to go on for a long time.
-olive
