It was you (The Walking dead story)

Chapter 20

{Okay it STILL is Maggie's wedding day sorry :3)

Carl and I were outside. The rest of the group were having fun with Maggie and Glenn, celebrating.

I sat down on a small plot of land where the grass was green and long but not too long. Carl did the same thing.

"Why are there no walkers around?" I asked looking at him.

He looked back : "My dad and I decided to kill them all and move their bodies into the forest, nice  little present for Maggie."

"Peaceful." I replied "Doesn't even feel like this whole thing even started."

He nodded and looked ahead. I found myself doing that too.

"Do you ever have nightmares?" He asked.

"All the time."

He looked at me again, as if looking for something in peculiar. "I have nightmares about losing people." He suddenly said.

I stood in silence. I had  already lost everyone I loved-  so my nightmares were usually just flashbacks to the day I lost them.

"Sorry about that." I said

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The sun was setting, and I watched from inside: Maggie and Glenn sit on the wooden bench together, alone. Carol was cleaning the "kitchen" and I was pretty tired so I asked if I could be excused.

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It didn't take long before everything outside was dark. I slid the dress off and put on the gray shorts I wore when I went to sleep,with the black top. I picked up my hair into a bun and took my shoes off. I crawled into bed, it was a little cold but after a while the sheets were warmed by me. I put the comics Carl had given me and slid them under my bed. My knife layed on the small table. I sighed and faced the wall; then I shut my eyes.

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I was startled by a  noise. I was reminded of the time Carl woke me up to go on an 'adventure'.

I got out of bed and quickly grabbed my knife from the table.  I looked through the cell doors metal bars and saw a familiar face. "Come in Carl." I said and placed my knife down. He slowly opened the door but it still made the creak noise. He gritted his teeth and I sat down on my bed. I touched my eye lids then looked at Carl. He sat on the edge with a sweaty face.

"Carl- what's wrong?"

"I had a nightmare."

His eyes were a little wider than usual and he stood there almost as in shock.

I spread my arms out hoping a hug would comfort him, he got closer and wrapped his arms around me.

Then he quietly whispered in my ear: "My nightmares are usually about loosing you."