Be There For Me (Carl Grimes)

The Prison (Ch. 3)

Carl's POV

  Wow. Here I am, carrying the best friend of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Her beautiful long blonde hair, her stunning green eyes, her brightening smile, not to mention her badass killing skills. She's perfect. But there's no way she thinks of me like that. I'm nothing special to Morgan. So I try my best to abandon my thoughts and keep walking.

  The Prison was in view in the next few miles, so we ran up to the gate quickly while Maggie and Glenn opened it up, and Maggie took Caitlin inside to Hershel to stitch up her wrist.

  "Who's this?" Glenn asked me, gesturing to Morgan.

  "That's Morgan. I found her and the other girl, Caitlin while I was out getting some fresh air. We could use her. She has some pretty badass skills." I told Glenn, putting my arm around Morgan's neck and smirking at her.

  "Nice to meet you, uh... " Morgan trailed off.

  "Glenn, my name is Glenn." He replied to her.

  Morgan laughed. "Nice to meet you, Glenn."

  "You too, Morgan." Glenn chuckled. "You two stay out here, I'll go talk to Rick."

  Morgan and I went to the fence to stab some walkers while Glenn talked to my dad, and one walker grabbed Morgan's arm. But as i was about to stab it, she beat me to it.

  "Ugly son of a bitch..." she mumbled, making me chuckle. She was just so damn cute.

  "So Morgan," I say, trying to start a conversation. "Where are you from? Georgia?"

  "No, actually I'm from Southern California. Are you from around here?" She asked me.

  "California?!" She nods and smiles. "Wow! And yea, I'm from Atlanta."

  "Cool, so you're like a Native Atlantian?" She asked, making a confused face at her grammar.

  "I guess?" I replied, us laughing afterwards.

  We started stabbing more walkers through the fence, and Glenn came back out a few minutes later, accompanied by my dad.

  As Glenn and my dad walked up to us, I placed my hand on Morgan's middle back, guiding us to my dad, while she had a nervous look plastered on her face.

  I turned to Morgan and whispered, "Don't be nervous. My dad is a great and caring guy. He'll let you stay, I guarantee."

  My dad was the first to speak. "Hi, I'm Rick Grimes, Carl's dad."

  "Hello, I'm Morgan... Morgan Perry. Nice to meet you," she said, sticking out her hand to shake hands with my dad.

  "You too, Morgan," he replied while shaking her hand. "Do you have any weapons on you?"

 Morgan's POV

I looked at him confused. Why would he want to know if I have any weapons? Oh, maybe so he can see what I can do with them. "Yea, my machete and an empty gun," I said, taking my machete out of my boot and taking my gun out from being tucked in my pants.

  "Well, do you mind if I borrow them? I'm not trying to rob you of your weapons, but I, also my group, need to trust you, and then you can stay here all you want. I promise I'll give them back to you in about a week or two. But I need to be able to trust you."

  I mean, it was the least I could do, handing over my weapons, since they have agreed to let me join their group as long as I don't try anything, which I would never do. "Sure, here you go," I said as I handed over my weapons.

  "Thank you. Like I said, I will give them back to you as soon as my group and I have earned your trust. Follow me," Rick exclaimed, leading me into what I could call my new home.

  I could tell, this family hidden behind these hard walls, were going to soon become the closest thing to my family since my parents have died.