burning love

After-37

Bella's Pov: 

We walked down the road. None of us knowing where we were going. Carl walked ahead of me and Rick. I helped Rick walk considering he could barely walk as it is. 

"Carl slow down." Rick called but Carl just ignored him and kept walking.

"Carl. Stop." I shouted after him he just kept walking. 

"Carl Anthony Grimes. I said stop now!" I yelled. Carl stopped dead in his tracks and did an about face. 

"You don't get to call me that. Your not my mom." Carl said coldly. It was so cold that I got chills. 

"No your right I'm not your mom, but we need to stay together." I said just as coldly. Honestly it kinda hurt that he said that. I figured I would mean something to him. I mean I may not always been there for him but I was when I could. I guess this world really does change people. But I also guess that in a world like this you have to change to survive. Carl slowed down and then walked a little ways longer till we came across a barbecue restaurant called - Joe & Joe Jr's BBQ Shack. 

"Carl you stay out here, while I check for walkers." Rick said.

"No you can barely walk as it is." Carl argued. They began fighting over which one should check it out. I stepped around the bickering two and kicked in the door stepping in and searching the place. I no longer heard the two fight about that problem after what I did. I looked through the building and saw a wall of furniture with a big fat walker on the other side. Among the furniture wall was an axe with a note that read, " Please do what I couldn't - Joe Jr." Rick came in and saw this he read the note and grabbed the axe, he stabbed the walker in the head partially and failed to kill it. I tried helping him take the axe out and doing it again, but the axe wouldn't budge. Carl came in and shot the walker in the head. 

"Carl what are you doing. Don't waste the bullets we need them." Rick chide Carl.

"I was protecting you guys. It would have attacked you." Carl argued back. All this arguing was giving me a head ache. Ever since we left the prison thats all they do is fight and I'm sick of it.

"THAT IS ENOUGH! ALL YOU TWO DO IS FIGHT I'M SICK OF IT. THIS IS NOT HOW WE SURVIVE, WE NEED TO PULL TOGETHER NOT APART. NEITHER ONE OF YOU TALK UNLESS IT IS TO HELP US SURVIVE OR PULLING YOU TOGETHER. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! Now lets look for God damn supplies and move on." I yelled. I said the last part normally. They both lowered their heads and walked in different directions. I sighed and rubbed my temples. I looked around the place for anything that we could use. We all gathered what we could and met back outside. Me and the boys walked down the road again. To where, we had no clue. 

We had walked for a couple of hours before we came to an abandoned neighbor hood. We stopped in front of a house know that it was as good as any other. Carl walks in the house carelessly, not checking for walkers at all. 

"Carl, you shouldn't be careless. What if there were walkers in here." Rick chides at Carl.

"HEY FUCK FACE. HEY DUMBASS. HEY SHIT FACE." Carl screams. I cringe, Ed use to do that, just to cause problems. I also cringed knowing if there were any walkers that they definetly heard that,

"Carl watch your mouth." I said.

"Well if there were any walkers, they would have heard that and came by now." Carl said with an attitude.  Carl walks in a room and grabs a cord tying it securely around the door. Rick heaves as he pushes a couch against the door. Rick grabbed the chips from the bag and tosses them to Carl telling him to eat. Carl threw the bag of chips down and stomped off. Rick stomps off to the bathroom. I follow behind him to head to the room. I stop when I see him struggle to take off his shirt. I walk in the bathroom and help him pull it over his heads. I began examining his wounds.

"Your ribs are cracked and there is gonna be a lot bruising your just gonna have to let it heal its self. " I said.

"Thanks." Rick said. I nodded my head silently. I started to think of Daryl and the first time we met. I couldn't take it anymore the fighting, the stress, and missing Daryl. I broke down in racking sobs. 

"Shhh shhh shhh. It's ok we will find them. It'll be ok." Rick said wrapping me in a hug. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his chest. I pulled away and straightened myself up. I wiped my face and then headed to a bedroom. I closed the door and laid down on the bed. Curling into a ball and just cried. I stroked my belly, which had gotten noticeable. 

"Atleast I have you."  I said quietly. I fell asleep stroking my belly and crying. 

Next morning~

I woke up and stretched. I walked down stairs expecting to see the two still sleeping since it was so silent. I got to the bottom of the stairs and looked around, but I could only see Rick. I frantically looked through the house. I couldn't find Carl anywhere. Ok I know Carl is very capable of himself so if he isn't back by dark, I'll go find him. I had nothing else to do so I just cleaned the living room, I know it's pointless but I was bored. I went to go check on Rick given the fact that he still wasn't awake yet. I checked his pulse and his breathe which was normal. I opened his eyes and they were dilated. He was in a coma. Just great, his body was healing. I went and sat at the counter where I could watch him and the door for when Carl came back. I sat in the house just thinking what to do next when the door creaked open. I grabbed my gun just in case but relaxed when I saw Carl.

"Where ya been?" I asked causing him to jump and spin around.

"God dang. Bella you scared me. I went and got some more supplies. Has he woke up yet?" Carl asked. 

"No he's in a coma from all his wounds. He has to decide if he's gonna wake up or not. But there's a slim chance he won't make it since he ribs are broke, so its all up to him." I said. I stood up and we walked in the living room just sitting across from the couch we sat in silence, in front of the fire watching Rick. I would saw it's around midnight given that my eye lids are dropping. I heard Carl gasp and my eye lids shot open. I looked to Rick he was groaning. He rolled off the couch and crawled to us. We back away as Carl aimed his gun at his fathers head. Rick grabbed a hold of Carl's leg and Carl drops the gun and starts sobbing, I start crying too. Rick has been like my best friend since the beginning. He has always been there for me. I couldn't lose him too.

"Stay safe." Rick's raspy voice sounds. Me and Carl stop in shock and the rush to his side. Carl cradled Ricks head and starts talking to him. 

"I'm scared." Carl admits. I hold Carl while he holds Rick. We all fell asleep like that.

It's the next morning and were all sitting in the kitchen eating some of the food Carl got yesterday.

"You shouldn't have went alone Carl. But I am proud of you. You're a man." Rick said hugging his son. I just watched the scene happy that these two weren't fighting for a change. There was a knock at the door and, I went to the door clutching my gun. I looked through the peep hole smiling.

"It's for you two." I said backing away. Carl opened the door and in walked Michonne.