Survive ( twd carlgrimes)

Chapter 119

Madisons pov.
Carl keeps punching him and blood dribbles down Lukes face and onto the pavement. Luke tries to get a few swings in but the blow doesn't effect Carl. My brain can't process whats happening right now.
"Oh my god." I whisper mostly to myself, but Ron whos still beside me hears.
"Do you know them?" He asks.
"Um, yeah. Its complicated. If I try to handle this and it goes wrong can you-"
"I got your back." He finishes for me.
I give him a small smile before turning to the scene. 
"Carl! CARL! GET OFF HIM!" I shake his shoulder roughly. He doesn't even seem to notice Im here. I start to shove his shoulder to knock him off of Luke but instead he absent-mindedly pushes me away and I fall to the ground.
"WOAH! WOAH! CUT IT OUT MAN!" Ron cuts in and he picks me off the ground before turning and heaving Carl off of Luke. I pick up Luke while Ron keeps Carl back. Luke is taller and has more muscle than I do so I struggle to keep him up.
"Go back to the house Carl!" I order. He finally looks at me but chooses to ignore me. Wrong answer Carl.
"NOW!" I yell. He turns around and steams off in the direction of the house. Ron grabs one of Lukes arms and pulls it over his shoulder and I do the same.
"GET OUT OF HERE WHAT ARE YOU ALL WAITING FOR? GO ALREADY!" I scream at the large audience. They quickly scatter in fear.
We slowly drag Luke back to our house and Ron helps me lay him on the couch. I walk into the kitchen and grab a cloth. I'm still pissed at Luke so I dont bother helping him clean up as I throw a cloth at him to clean up. I grab another cloth to clean Lukes blood off my shoulder. Then I pass it to Ron but he declines.
"CARL!" I yell. I know he's here. He left his hat on the counter. Luke finally musters up the strenght to sit up and clean himself up with the cloth.
"Please help me, like we used to." He pleads.
"Go fuck yourself Luke." I spit.
Ron raises his eyebrows in suprise.
"Ex-boyfriend?" He guesses.
"No, not exactly. Like I said. Its complicated." I tell him.
"CARL GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE OR ILL PUT AN ARROW THROUGH YOUR FOOT!" I scream. I know i'd never do it but a little threat wont hurt. I take my bow and arrows and leave them at the foot of the couch. I hear him come from upstairs and he sluggishly walks into the sitting room.
"Who's this?" He asks pointing to Ron.
I shove him against a wall and throw daggers at him through my eyes.
"What the hell were you thinking? Are you trying to get us kicked out of here? I told you not to touch him and you completely ignored me. What the fuck is wrong with you Carl?" I yell at him.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? What about you, huh? you keep secrets and lie to me. You freaking kissed Luke-"
"I did not! He kissed me but if you weren't such an asshole and you actually listened to me then-"
"LET ME FINISH! You have been getting sick AGAIN! And still told nobody. Not even me! If this keeps happening your gonna get sick blood and then you die. How does that solve anything?" I yells.
"What?" Luke gasps, standing to his feet. At the same time, Carl and I turn to Luke and scream "SHUT UP!"
"Stop being so dramatic Carl. I'm fine, i've got medicine now." I explain
"Where did you even find medicine here?" He prods.
"Ron gave me some."
"WHO THE FUCK IS RON?" He shouts.
I turn to point to the boy standing behind us. Ron is leaning against a wall with his arms crossed and eyebows raised slightly.
"Damn you guys are a mess. I heard the new people were intense but I didn't realise there was so much drama too." He chuckles.
I realised how crazy we were infront of him and to be honest I forgot that he was here. He was right.
"Ron, im sorry. I didn't mean for you to get wound up in this." I apologise.
"Hey, you said it was complicated. I get it." He reassures.
I smile at him in thanks.
"Well Ron, I hope you excuse me for what Im about to do." I say and turn around. I punch Luke again in the face. "Thats for last night!" I yell.
"Woah!" Ron mutters and looks back at me with a huge grin on his face.
"You should probably go now before the others get back." I say to Ron.
"Yeah, okay. See you tomorrow." He smiles, heading towards the door.
"You will?" I ask suprised. I presumed he thought I was crazy and had lethal anger issues.
"Yeah, you just knocked out a guy right in front of me. Im officially intrieged." He chuckles.
I can't help the smile on my face.
"See you tomorrow then." I amend.
He walks outside and closes the door.
"Do you like him?" Carl asks from nowhere. Is he jealous?
"What? No, I just met him. I don't even know him" I say.
I sigh and the stress makes me dizzy. I hold onto the wall for support.
"Woah, you okay Mads?" He asks.
"Im fine. Come on, lets just get ready for bed and go to sleep." I sigh.
"What about Luke?" He says with disgust. He lies still covered in blood on the ground, unconscious.
"I dont know Carl. Even though I dont approve of you nearly killing him, I have to admit I kinda enjoyed it and i'm not even ashamed to say i'm glad I got to finish him off, i was holding that in all day." I chuckle.
He points to his unconscious body.
"Well Mads, you sure havn't lost your touch." He laughs and I can't help but laugh along with him.
"We're crazy. One minute you have me backed up against a wall and we're both screaming at each other and the next we're laughing over your ex- bestfriends unconsious body." He says through laughter. I shake my head in disbelief.
Rick and Michonne walk into the house, rick holding Judith.
"Did you guys hear? Apparently there was a huge fight earlier on between two guys, and some girl and another boy had to drag the unconscious guy away. We were trying to see who it was but the time we got there they were gone." Michonne tells us.
Me and Carl look at each other quickly and back to Michonne and Rick again.
"Oh... really?" Carl plays dumb.
Luke still lies on the ground right behind them but they have their back turned to him.
"Whats going on?" Rick suspects.
"Carl whats that on your shirt?.... is that....blood? You have it too Mads."  Michonne points out.
Sure enough there is a huge blood stain on Carls shoulder and mine too.
Rick looks behind him and see's Luke. He turns back with wide eyes.
"What the hell Mads?" he yells.
"What? You just presume it was me." I shout back.
"It was me." Carl confesses.
"What? Why?" Michonne gasps.
"I just got mad at him for what he done to Mads." He admits.
His words tug at the strings on my heart. Rick sighs.
"Carl we're gonna talk about this but first go get cleaned up." He says and Carl leaves the room after collecting his hat from the counter.
"I think I'm gonna put Judith to bed." Michonne says taking her from Rick and leaving us alone.
"Its dark out, nearly time for bed. Where is everyone?" I ask him.
He walks over to Luke and checks his pulse, after that he grabs his legs and I help him by grabbing his arms and together we lift him onto the couch and prop his head on a pillow.
"They all have there own houses now. Glenn and Maggie have theirs. Eugine, Gabriel, Tara, Abraham and Rosita in another. Carol, Daryl, Beth, Sasha and Luke in the other one. All the familes together." He explains.
I just realised that I have nowhere to go. Theres too many in Abrahams house to fit me in. I can't crash with Glenn and Maggie thats their first house together and I am definately not staying in a house with Luke.
"Whats wrong?" Rick asks.
"Well I just.... you said all families have a home but I don't have anywhere to live." I say.
"You'd stay with me Mads. I am your guardian after all. Your my daughter, your family. You, me, Carl, Judith and Michonne. We're all a family, we get our own home." He reassures me and a smile spreads along my face when he brings me into a hug.
"Sorry I was quick to accuse you Mads." He adds.
"Don't worry about it, I would've done the same if I were you." I admit.
He squeezes me harder in the hug and his next words make my jaw drop.
"I wasn't kidding when I said you were my daughter. I love you Mads."
We had never shared our love as father and daughter so my words get stuck in my throat and I start to cry.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
"No, no its ok. Its just I havn't had someone to look up to as a dad in a long, long time." I sob.
"I love you too Rick, and I just need to get something out of the way. I never thanked you before, for saving us from the train carts. We would've been killed but you still took us in and gave us freedom and a longer life. Even if it was still only shorter time for others." I say.
"You don't need to thank me." He chuckles.
"Yeah I do. Id be dead if it wasn't for you." I whisper.
"It was Carl who heard the scream and he never stopped running until he found you. Something tells me he liked you before he met you." He smiles. I laugh and wipe away tears.
"Go on then, go to bed, i'm sure theres plently of plans for us tomorrow"
"Night Rick." I say as I hug him goodnight and walk into my room, which is basically the same one i've been in lately. I change my clothes and find pj's in the closet. Its been years since I last wore some. I pull them on and walk into the bathroom. On the floor there is a basket full of toiletries and medicine. I fill a glass of water and use it to swallow the medicine Ron gave me, but the minute I swallow I feel it come back up. I puke for the third time today and I flush the toilet after im finished. I sit on the cold, tiled ground and put my head between my knees. I feel like im on a rollercoaster when my head spins like this. I look in the basket to find some pain killers, but instead I end up picking up a small blue box. I think back to when mother nature last told me I wasn't pregnant and I can't remember. I feel my heart hammer against my chest. Something gives me a horrible feeling that its not my pancreatits thats back.
The sickness. The crying. The dizziness. The 100 emotions.
No! No! No!No! NO!
I pick myself off the ground and run into the kitchen to find Rick drinking water.
"Rick, that basket that was left in my bathroom. Did everybody get one?"
"Yeah. Why?" He asks.
"Just curious." I lie while running upstairs to Michonne's bedroom. I knock before entering her room. Her basket is on her bed and I can hear her singing in the shower in the bathroom connected to her room. I grab what I need and run back into the bathroom of my own room. I open up the box of pregnancy tests and grab one. I do what I have to do and then I leave it on the ground waiting for it to show the results. All the while I screw my eyes shut and rock back and forth. When the time is done I pick up the test and stare at the sign telling me
Im pregnant.