I need you here with me // Carl Grimes [EDITING]

Twenty Four - The New Boy And A Thousand Pieces.

'what's your name?'

'Connor Alex Beckman'

'how old are you?'

'twelve'

'how many walkers have you killed?'

'too many.'

'how many people have you killed?

'my best friend, Malcolm, he was bitten.'

'anyone else?'

'no.'

'he's a liar!' my dad slammed his hands down on the table

'DAD!' I shouted

'I don't trust the kid! after all he came from Woodbury!' my dad calmed himself down a bit.

'so did Sasha and tyresse and we let them stay, so we are letting Connor stay and that's final Daryl.'

'as long as it's okay with my baby girl.' my dad smirked

'of course it is Daryl...I mean Darlene...'

'you spent way too much time with your uncle Merle!' my dad laughed and walked out.

'Connor you will be sharing with Luke, Lydia's brother.' rick smiled

' thank you.' Connor got up and left for his room

'so who's Sasha and tyresse?' I asked confused

'do you remember a few weeks back, when you and cark went on a run and found sophie?' rick asked

'yes...'

'on that day, they showed up here with three others, but I kicked them out, but I know they're good people and don't worry you'll like them.'

'thanks rick, bye.' I waved then walked down the stairs...

suddenly I stepped on my own shoelace, making my ankle bend backwards then click,it was definitely sprained... and it caused me to tumble down the stairs of the prison...

I hit my head atleast twice on the way down and my stomach got hit against the railing...shit...the baby.

'are you okay?' I heard a female voice ask

'her heads bleeding, I'll take her to Hershel...' a gruff voice said

'tyresse...don't if you move her it could hurt her more than she already is!'

'I know but-' tyresse started

'just don't I'll get Hershel.' she put a hand on his shoulder

'come on, sweetie keep your eyes open for me.' tyresse egged me on

'what's your name?' he asked and held a rag against my bleeding head

'Lydia...' I moaned in pain

'okay, lydia just try and stay awake until Hershel comes.' he tilted my head to a more comfortable position.

'where is she?' I heard hershels voice say

'over here!' tyresse shouted

Hershel quickly scurried over and slowly peeled the rag from my head, 'it's deep, she'll definitely needs some stitches...come to the infirmary.'

I sat up only to feel a immense pain in my stomach and ankle.

'ouch.' I clutched my stomach

'did you hit your stomach?' the lady crouched down to me

I nodded my head

'Hershel...what's going on?' I heard carls voice say

I turned my head in his direction

'lydia...' he whispered and ran to me

'Carl...you can't be here...' hershel said sternly

'I'm staying.' Carl demanded and sat next to me

'what happened?' he asked me and held my hand

'I tripped on the stairs and fell down them, I need stitches on my head and I...um...I'

'you what?'

'I hit my stomach...'

'the baby.' he wiped a tear from under his eye

tyresse scooped me into his arms and carried me to the infirmary with everybody following close behind...when suddenly my eyes became heavy and fell shut...

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I opened my eyes to see carls sat in the corner of the room ,in that all too familiar chair...but this time he was crying...what happened?

'hey...Grimes, what's wrong?' I smiled at him and sat up in my bed

'the baby's dead.' and at that moment, I swear I heard my heart shatter into a thousand pieces...