Sick

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This is for TWD_geek 

I hope u like it. Sorry if it sucks.

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(Carl's POV)

Today is the day. Today I'm going to ask Lea out. I'm not going to bail this time.

I see Lea standing near the watch tower. I walk over to her and kind of freeze.

"Did you want something, Carl?" She ask. "Uhhh.... W-well, yeah." I stutter.

"And that would be?" She asks with a smart laugh. "I was just wondering, maybe, ya know, if uhhhh, you would go out with me?" I ask nervously.

She smiles and says, "Of course." I smile back and say, "Well, we can have dinner together tomorrow if you want?"

"Sure! Sound fun." She says and I kiss her cheek and jog back to my cell to plan everything out.

Once I was back at my cell, it was hard for me to breath. I just jogged and I was so used to running, so why can I not breath?

I then started coughing and I put my hand up and touched my face and forehead. I was burning up. I got a little light headed and everything went black.

(Lea's POV)

It's been three weeks since Carl has been sick. Hershel says that he might not make it. I feel really bad about it.

He had mentioned to me a little over a month ago that he needed a new knife. I decided that I could go find one somewhere.

I left the prison and went on my way to find a new knife. I see two walkers down the road. I figured I should just get it over with and kill them.

I ran up to them and stab one at a time with no problems. I look at their bodies and see that one of the walkers has a knife in his shoulder.

I pull it out and wipe it off with the walkers shirt. I examine the knife and see that it is in decent shape. I head back to the prison.

Once I get back I walk to Carl's cell. When I enter the cell I see he isn't breathing and he's as pale as a ghost.

"Hershel!!!" I scream and Hershel comes limping in. He makes his way towards Carl and does anything and everything he can think of.

I sigh in relief when Carl gasps for air. I smile o myself and Hershel smiles and leaves.

"I, uh, got you a new knife. I thought you might want it once you get back on your feet." I say and see him smile.

"Thanks, Lea." He croaks out. "No problem...... You better be happy with it because I had felt bad and then a fairy came and said 'Lea you need to go to fairy land and get this enchanted knife for Carl' I mean it was really far away, Carl. You have no idea how hard it was to get." I say in the most serious manner I could.

He bursts out laughing and I smile. "Well, my job is done." I say and sit next to his bed. "Yes it is." He replies and looks at me.

"Thank you.... For so much that I can't even name the list." He says and I smile and nod.

We spent the rest of the time talking about fairy land and how I actually got the knife.

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I'm sorry it sucked 😭💔

Peace out my lovelies✌🏻️

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