BOOK TWO* Exile ➳ Carl Grimes [ The Walking Dead ] *editing*

Chapter One

"You can't be serious. " My eyes ready to flood with tears.

Rick goes to speak but I cut him off.

"So you are going to give me up to my crazed uncle who is thirsty for blood? " I blurt out. Some of their faces flood with surprise, forgot to tell them he was my uncle.

They all look unable to speak. 

"Carl, you are just going to let them hand me over?" I turn to him my voice weak.

He has no response either. I shake my head walking past them to my cell.

They really want me gone, I knew I should have stayed away.

I start stuffing my bag with my clothes.  I take off my converse throwing them across the cell and then pushing on my combat boots.

I slide off my hoodie putting on my a red button down shirt and my brothers dirty green winter jacket.

I turn and almost run into Hershel. 

"We haven't figured it all out yet, we are going to have our finally say tomorrow. " He says.

"It's fine I can leave." I say holding my head down.

"Just stay for tonight," His voice old and worn. I nod sitting back on the cell bed.

I should probably leave later tonight when everyones sleep. It's my best bet. 

Carl's face throws me from my thoughts.

"Oh, don't tell me you wanna talk now." I say rolling my eyes.

He sighs before he speaks.

"Kayla Don't..."

"What is that suppose to mean."

"it's better for you to go with your uncle."

"Oh fuck that, You and I both know he is crazy so why pass me too him."

"To save other people Bon, we put everyone in danger by you being here."

"We seem to be doing fine. " I say standing up.

"How many close calls have we had. "

"More than I can count but we are here now."

"That's exactly why it would be best for you to leave! We won't be taking chances with our lives." His voice raises.

"Stop the bull shit Carl. "

"What do you want from me."

"To tell me every thing you have said too me was real Carl." I say stepping to him. He got taller damn it.

He stares at me before turning to walk out,  was that suppose to mean it wasnt?

"Im not her,"

He stops when I start to speak.

"What?" He stops still with his back turned to me.

"Im not Lori, Im not going to die on you Carl..im not. "

"Kayla, stop."

"Im sorry about your mother Carl, but you aren't the only one who has lost someone."

"You dont know what I have been through. "

I stand there brain dead, unable to speak. He really just said that.

"Everyone I have cared about has either died or left me. Everyone except you." I say shaking my head holding back the tears.

He turns back around walking out the cell. I sit on the bed holding my head in tears.