Vacant || Carl Grimes (Chandler Riggs)/TWD [ON HOLD]

S E V E N

+ Christina's POV +

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I wake up sweaty, disgusted- I peel Carl's arm from stomach and I sit up, noticing that we are in his cell. I shudder and stand up, rummaging through me and Carl's bag before finding one of his black v-neck's.

I take my clothes off, undergarments and all, and then put on a new bra and panty set. I hear shuffling behind me and soon I feel Carl's bare and muscular stomach press against my back and his arms slide around my bare waist- immediately ridding the goosebumps from the 50 degree weather throughout the cell block.

I smile warmly and look up, seeing Carl look down at me, and then down my body. He growls protectively and leans down, pressing an agitated kiss to my shoulder.

"Why are you changing bare in the middle of a cell with barred doors?" He growls out, his voice soft and raspy. I bite my lip and shrug, moving my right hand to run through his hair- causing him to lean back down on my shoulder once again.

Gosh, he reminds me of a collie.

"I'm sorry, Carl. I honestly didn't expect anyone to be up." I whisper, taking notice to how he covers me, more possessively, which makes me smile.

"Mhm," he hums, "don't do it again. Only I can see you naked."

I blush and he kisses my cheek. He lets go of me and takes his shirt from my left hand, smirking. He turns me around and mumbles: "Arms up." I do as told and he slips the v-neck over my body, it stopping about mid-thigh.

His hands grip the sides of my waist, as he stands in front of me, and in one swift movement he lifts me and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist and torso.

He carries me to the bed again and lays me down, my back pressed to his palms and my chest crushed up against his.

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"Christina!"

I joke awake, sitting up scaredly. Carl frantically grabs my hand and two bags, which I notice has all of our stuff in it. I open my mouth to protest about running away, when I hear a loud bomb outside.

I let out a scream, but Carl pulls my face to his chest to muffle it.

"The governor is attacking. We need to leave. Now."

(A/N -

Okay so this isn't the end but please read. I want to let you know that this won't be the same as the actual show, I just needed an event to get them to move. So no one will die and/or be lost.

Thanks. Continue.))

I nod and he grabs some of my leggings, tossing them to me along with one of my thin sweaters.

"Change." He commands gently, watching me as I do so as well, causing a soft blush to indent on my skin.

He leads me through the cellblock quickly, and outside. We jog across the field until we reach a large fancy bus, which I'm surprised isn't trashed.

"Stay. Here." Carl says, standing in front of me with his palms pressed against my cheeks, "I mean it, Christina. Don't move."

I nod and he drops the bags beside my feet, talking with Glenn and letting him know to not let me leave the bus and to wait for himself and the rest of our group. Glenn nods, seeming intimidated by Carl, even though Carl is younger. Which is understandable, since Carl is 5'11 and muscular.

Carl turns to me, kisses me passionately, and murmurs a 'Stay here. I love you' before taking off towards the cellblock again.

I walk up to the bus, with our bags, and I climb in- walking to the back, right in front of the bathroom. I jump to put the bags in the compartment above our heads, but manage, and then sit down in the seat, leaning against the window.

"Hey,"

I turn my head and see Maggie- I think- sitting in front of me, leaning over the back of her chair to look at me.

"Er," I stutter, "hi."

She smiles and I return it.

"Your Glenn's wife right?" I ask, smiling at her.

"Mhm!" She hums, grinning from ear to ear.

"So uh, what's going on? Carl didn't say much, just something about a Governor attacking?" I question, tilting my head to the side a bit.

"Yeah," she agrees, nodding, "we woke up to bombing in the south wing- thankfully it was just a cafeteria and cells that we hadn't cleared yet. So right now they have a tank out in our front, and Hershel, Rick, Daryl, and Michonne are out there fighting them. Carl just went with Beth to get the supplies from the east wing. There's only 12 of us, so we have to hurry with our stuff and get out without being noticed by them. We are going to wait until dark, while they are sleeping, to take a run for it. They busted the whole fencing on the south wing and since they are in the north wing they won't see us."

"Where are we now?" I ask, hoping they can't see us.

"Behind the west wing. The prison is big enough so they can't see us, they think we are all fighting in the front."

"What if someone seriously gets hurt? Shot or something? What if the Governor wants to get in closer? Or what if they want to attack during the night?" I begin to panic, feeling the anxiety burn into my system with every hyperventilated breath I take.

"Oh god," Maggie panics, hopping up and running off the bus.

I pull my knees to my body and weep, not being able to control the immense panic and trauma coursing throughout my veins.

I begin to scratch at my wrists, gulping down the non-existence saliva that has me compulsively figeting.

I hear raving outside but I ignore it, my hands shaking and my eyes moving positions more than enough.

"Christina," I hear a defeated sigh before I'm engulfed in warmth. I shakily look up to see Carl, holding me closely with worry and concern embedded in his face.

I whimper and Carl uses his hand to push my head to his chest.

"Shh," he cooes, "calm down baby. It's alright. We will work this out. This has been going on for hours and no one is hurt yet, we will be fine." He says, sounding extremely exhausted and tired, worrying me.

I nod meekly and sniffle, my tears subsiding.

"B-Be caref-ful, okay?" I hiccup, praying to God that Carl doesn't get hurt.

He nods and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. We sit there for a minute before I start to cry again, immensely trying to soften my sobs.

"I'm just s-so scared." I whisper, shaking just ever so slightly.

"Shh, I know, I know."

Once I'm finally calm, he puts me back down and kisses my lips.

"I've got to finish up with the supplies- God Beth is a pain in my ass-" he grumbles,'"I'll be back, okay? If you need something ask Maggie, alright?"

I nod and he kisses me again, and saying 'I love you' before taking off to get the rest of the supplies.

I lean against the window and think about my life before this. Man... I didn't have it easy, but I didn't have it tough either. It was manageable- most of the time- but it was difficult nonetheless.

Oh but I wouldn't take back the apocalypse if it depended on my life.