*Carls POV*
You smiled and walked close behind Daryl so you wouldn't lose him. Your pretty much worthless at this moment. Haley's gone, she's probley cold. Or worse. Alone.
"Daryl. D-Do you think, we'll find Haley?" You stopped in your tracks and looked him in the eyes.
He looked at you. He felt bed.
"Carl.." He said getting on one knee, putting his hand on your shoulder, and looking you in the eyes. "Haley is a very strong girl. Even if she's at her worse, she's very strong."
"Yeah, but she always seemed like she needed. You know, me.." You trailed.
"Listen here, your Carl Grimes. Carl Motherfucking Grimes. You don't cry over girls, girls cry over you!" He said sticking his finger in your face.
You guys laughed and made your way, down the trail, catching a house on the left.
"Carl. This is my old house.." Daryl smiled, walking towards the door.
You guys walked up the stairs, and he basked the door open, he walked to an old dusty chair, sat and relaxed.
"Lots of good memories. And stories." He laughed.
"I wanna hear them." You said sitting on the floor.
"Well kick back, your minds about to be blown." He smiled.
Sorry it's short :/
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Breaking Apart {Carl Grimes. The Walking Dead}
FanfictionTwo young lovers Carl and Haley, go there other ways, Carl makes a mistake, Haley wants to go back. But she can't, someone's stopping her. The person is also helping her.?
