So this imagine will be kinda like my version of tonight's episode of TWD (ep.5) Also in this imagine, Daryls your dad
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It was always so quiet lately. Like everyone thought that if we talked, mass hysteria would break out. However, I felt the same way. We were no longer the independent warriors that would do anything and kill anything for each other and survival. We were all broken in many ways. Not wanting to step out of line for fear of another death. Another funeral. Another person that we loved, gone for forever.
It was mid-morning and Carl and I sat in our room. We were robbed of our beds and pretty much everything else good. I had to hold Carl back for fear that he'd go and try something stupid with Negan, again. We've been sharing a sleeping bag that we'd laid on top of our old blanket. It was uncomfortable but at least I had Carl.
Carl was aimlessly throwing darts at the board across the room and missed every time. I wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not. I was laying on our 'bed', reading a book, thinking about how much I missed my dad. Carl and I didn't speak a word. Rick came into the room a few moments later. I looked up and watched him and Aaron walk over to Carl. Carl glanced over at his father but continued to throw the darts. Rick said some words to Rick that I couldn't hear clearly due to the fact that I'd pulled the blanket over my head. I heard Carl say some words back, he sounded annoyed, even slightly mad. I heard Rick and Aaron exit, I peeked out from the blanket and saw Carl standing by the dart board.
I furrowed my brows and stood up. "What're you doing?" Carl glanced back at me, his icy eye looked glossy with tears. "What's wrong babe?" I asked as I turned him around. He shrugged his shoulders and wiped his eyes. I stroked his hair and rested my forehead on his. "You can tell me" I whispered. He was silent for a moment. "I was just thinking about-about that night" he whispered. My breath hitched slightly, I tried as hard as I could not to think about that night. I kissed his cheek softly, "I'm so sorry you had to see it, sweetheart" he said. My whole body melted at his words and my lip quivered. "I'm sorry too" I told him.
He wrapped him arms around my waist, "don't be" I heard him murmur. "Why?" was all I could say. "It was just...something I had to see" he said back to me. "You should be sorry, you've been through so much crap" I told him shakily. "You're sixteen, we shouldn't have to endure anything like that" I said, tears running down my face. He frowned and wiped them gently away. "It's ok, I'm here, it's gonna be ok" he whispered as he ran his fingers lightly through my hair. I heard a knock on the door and I turned my attention towards it. Michonne stood in the frame, holding her katana and a bag. "I'm gonna go now" she said. I smiled slightly, "be safe" I said. "Thanks honey" she said with a sad smile. Carl looked down at me and kissed my forehead. "I'll be right back" he whispered.
Carl walked over to the door and followed Michonne out. "Why didn't you go with my dad" I heard him ask her. Michonne murmured something in a low voice that I couldn't catch. "Change your bandage and be nice to Olivia" I heard her call before the front door slammed shut behind her. Carl walked back into our room and pulled me over to the sleeping bag. I laid down beside him and rested my head on his chest. "Tell me what your thinking" Carl whispered. I took a shaky breath and glanced up at his caring eye. "My dad mostly" I admitted. Carl squeezed my hand.
"I-I just want to see him so much. We've been split up so many times during everything that's happened. I'm getting really sick of it." Carl leant over and kissed the side of head. "I wish there was something I could do" I heard him say. "Take me to see Maggie" I told him. "Take you to see Maggie?" he asked me. "If I can't see my dad, at least let me see Maggie and Sasha." Carl was silent. "If that's what you want, then I'll take you. Anything to see that gorgeous smile of yours" he murmured. "You'll take me?" I said, surprised. "Of course, anything for my baby" he said, slightly sexily. I smirked and climbed on top of his chest. I kissed him and he kissed me back. "I love you" we both said to each other, in between kisses. The familiarity of our mouths, brought back memories of before. All of them were amazing and happy, making me feel slightly sad.
