Living In The Real World (A Carl Grimes gay story)

911, Whats Your Emergency?

Tom's POV

"Tom?"

"Morning. How you feeling?"

"Tingly, my leg and arm-"

He stopped mid-sentence

"Is that my hat?"

Forgot I was still wearing it

"Emm, yeah. Here"

I reached up to grab the hat.

"Don't, keep it for now"

"Really?"

"Yeah, you suit it. But I want it back later"

"Sure"

"Tom, why am I in your lap?"

How am I supposed to reply to that?

"Because I was cold, you done well as a blanket"

"You're not such a bad pillow ethier"

He smiled, which I couldn't help but smile back at.

"Come on, let's get you up, the sun's rising"

I slightly lifted him up, to get up myself and laid him back down, I reached out my hand and he took it

"On the count of Three, One, Two, Three"

I pulled him up with all my strength

"Ahhh!" He limped a bit, trying to balance himself

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good. We got anything to eat?"

"Nope, there's nothing here, no food, no water, no anything"

"Oh, Where are we?"

"Atalanta. Some people, cops actually, they took you, white cross in the back of the car, Daryl said they'd already taken someone called Beth. He and Carol are here too, in the city, I lost them"

"We need to find them"

"No, we go back to the church, that's the plan"

"We can't just leave them!"

"We have to! you're in no state to be here, I'm taking you back to the church, we get the others"

"Fine"

"We're gonna need a car"

"Let's go then"

"Right now?"

"Yeah, let's go, come on"

He began limping towards the door, after deassembling my barricade, we exited the apartment and stood at the stairs

This is gonna take awhile

I bent down with my arms behind my back

"Come on"

"A piggyback? You can't be serious"

"I am, now stop whining and jump on"

He done exactly that. Whilst carrying him down the stairs, he took the hat off my head

"Hey!"

"What? I said I wanted it back later, I wanted it back now"

"I could accidently drop you if I wanted, you know?"

"Yeah I know, but you won't" I could feel the smirk on his face

Oh god, I wish he was facing me whilst I'm carrying him

Rick's POV

"They thought Tom was here"

"Tyrese, Bob says they didn't see him leave with the others. He left, he must have done"

"We can't just give up, he's out there, could be lost, alone. He's our friend"

Tom's POV

"Will you hurry up"

I stopped for a moment and turned around "And when was the last time, you broke into a car, Mister Grimes?"

"Might I suggest just breaking the damn window, Mister Smith"

"Give me the gun then"

I used the butt of the gun and smashed the window in

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

"Shit! See what you've made me do"

BEEP

BEEP

"Just stop it!"

BEEP

BEEP

I used my knife and started cutting the wires underneath the console

BEEP

BEEP

The alarm finally stopped

"Tom get up!"

I stood up, getting out of the car, a police car stopped about 15 metres away from us down the alley, I quickly grabbed the pistol and got in front of Carl, ready to protect him. Both doors opened and two women who looked to be in their 20s or 30s, stepped out, they both had weapons but they weren't aiming, unlike me.

The driver spoke "Please lower your gun, we mean you no harm"

"Yeah, I highly doubt tha-"

"Tom...."

Carl slowly began to stumble over, I lunged to catch him, we both fell to the floor

"Carl? Carl!"

He wasn't responding, both the officer's ran over, I raised my pistol

"Get back!"

"Wait! We can help, we're at a hospital, we have medicine, doctors. If you stay here, you'll both die, that alarm will have drawn all the rotters in the area, here."

I slowly lowered my pistol "You try anything, you hurt him in any way, I'll kill you"

"Understood" She lowed an open hand "I'm officer Miller, this is officer Brown"

I reached out my hand and shook hers "Tom"