Walkers Can't Climb (The Walking Dead/Carl)

Walkers Can't Climb

3 years.

I took my Italian knife and spun it in my hand. Alex smirked, an evil glint in his eyes.

"You have know idea how glad I am to see you!" Fake cheerfulness clear in his voice.

"I'm glad to see you to." I grumbled sarcastically.

"I see that you got yourself a group. Can I join?" He questioned.

"Hell no. Screw you." I glared at him.

"I look back and wonder," he sighs, "why I never decided to date you."

"Well, you were too busy pushing me around and making out with that fat, bitchy 'girlfriend' of yours." He scowled at me. "What happened to her anyways?"

"Got bit." He said quietly.

"Your girlfriend dies and now you're trying to get to me," I laugh, "you're a monster, you know that?"

His stupid smirk disappeared from his face.

"You know, it's not working. I hate you so damn much. I want to do so many sick and gruesome things to you. I want to take a butter knife and slowly slice off you limbs, then I want you to watch as I feed them to the walkers. Then I'll take an axe and hack your head off. Not nice and clean in one movement. No, no, not at all. I'll take it slow, make it painful. I'd love to see your pain. I'd love to see you in agony. Since you've always enjoyed seeing me in pain, I just want to know how it feels. You probably understand." A wicked grin spread across my face, I laughed a sick and cruel laugh.

"Y-you wouldn't." He stuttered in fear.

"Oh, oh yes I would, and I would enjoy it."

His face turned red and hot. His eyes looked teary and glassy. He looked so afraid and innocent, but I didn't care. He did too many cruel things for me to ever care. I advanced towards him, knife in hand. Just then, Rick barged in with Carl.

"What's going on?" Rick and Carl stared in confusion and shock.

"Don't let this asshole join our group." I muttered under my breath and stormed out of the cart.

Carl followed me out of the train cart and onto a tree. We sit beside each other on a high branch.

"Who's that guy?" He questioned.

"A bully."

"You're great with words. You made that bully into a victim in less than 5 minutes."

"Thanks." I smirked.

"Kinda mean, though." He mumbled.

"He deserved it." I scowled.

I looked at him. His blue eyes looked piercing in the setting sun. His freckles suited him, they looked cute on his little nose. His overgrown hair peeked out from under his sheriff hat. He noticed me staring at him and I looked away quickly. He caught my chin and turned my face towards his, so we looked right into each others eyes. He smiled.

"Don't let him get to you."

"I won't." I returned his smile.

He pushed my hair out of my face. I blushed. I looked down and smiled to myself. His expression seemed casual but his body movements seemed twitchy and nervous.

"Keep your hair out of your face, we don't need you walking around aimlessly with it blinding you." I laughed.

I looked up again, looked him right in the eyes. He leaned in for a kiss. My first kiss. I felt butterflies in my stomach. Random emotions rushed through me. The kiss didn't come. Damn it Michonne. She whistled at us and laughed.

"I sure do love to spoil moments like these." She chuckled.

Carl and I blushed and started climbing down the tree. I glared daggers at Michonne and she laughed.

"So, did you meet the new member of our group?" She asked.

Alex. Alex became a member of our group. My eyes widened and I almost screamed. My jaw dropped and my heart raced. This was officially the worst birthday I ever had.