SAVIOUR ↣ CARL GRIMES [ON HOLD]

Carl, Rick and Daryl

The two men burst through the door and looked at me and the boy on the floor. One of the men wore a button up shirt and had scruffy brown hair and beard. I could tell he was the boys father. The blue eyes gave it away. The other man wore a sleeveless leather jacket that showed of his arms and long-ish brown hair.

The man with the leather vest raised his crossbow to aim at my head. I thought quick on my feet and un-hooked my gun from my belt. I held it up and pointed it at the fathers head.

I turned my eyes back to the boy under me to find his eyes trained on my face. I stared at him.

"I wouldn't." I told the man with the crossbow, not taking my eyes off the boy.

"I can slit his throat and pull this trigger faster than you can shoot that crossbow." I said sternly.

He thought for a moment. "Alright." He said, finally.

"You get off Carl and I drop my weapon." He demanded.

I turned my eyes to him and nodded. I slowly rose myself off of the boy, Carl, I heard the man call him. The man lowered his crossbow slowly and I put away my weapons.

The other man, the father, rushed over and helped Carl up. "Who are you?" He questioned.

I stared at him. "I'm Mikayla." I said slowly.

The man nodded. "Well, I'm Rick, that's Daryl," he said and nodded toward the other man.

"And this is my son, Carl." He finished slowly. I could tell he was still wondering wether they could trust me.

My eyes landed on Carl and I stared for a moment. He was really...cute. His eyes were so...blue. They were gorgeous. Wait what?! Did I really just think that about the guy who had just pointed a gun at me.

I snapped out of my trance to find that Carl was glaring at me. I smirked a bit, remembering how bad I kicked his ass.

"Still mad that I whooped your ass?" I asked him sweetly. He just glared harder. In the background, I heard Daryl laugh.

"I like her already."