The Walking Dead Fanfic. It's to late. (Carl Grimes)

I'm glad you weren't there.

Daryl's P.O.V:

I went to see this girl, Abby I think her name was, to see if she was alright. I went into her cell and saw she was asleep. I sat down next to her and observed her bandaged leg. She started to stirr and then she woke up.

"Hey." I said.

"Hey." she replied.

"How's da leg.".

"Good, still painful, but good. How's you?".

"Fine, can't complain. How's you.".

"Apart from worrying about the apocolypse, I feel great. Oh, and the leg aswell."

We both laughed. This was the most relaxing and most comfortable talk I've ever had with a girl. There's just something about her that makes me want to stay and talk to her forever. I mean, she's also very hot. But she yawned and I needed to talk to Jessica about this family problem.

"Well, I uh..." I said, rubbing my neck nervously. Wait, why was I nervous?

"Yep, no problem." she simply replied.

I smiled at her and then exited the cell. Then I went of to Jessica's cell.

Jessica's P.O.V:

I was lying on my bed in my room, observing my bandaged wrist, and I had an idea. I got up, and walked over to my bag. "Bingo!" I thought as I pulled out some ducktape.

I grabbed my pocket knife from my boot and tied in on my hand with the ducktape. Wow, that looked pretty sweet! I started to wave my arm around and I giggled at the thought of my hand being a weapon.

Then I felt someone's presence. I turned around, knife pointed up, and I saw my knife slightly cut someone's neck.

"I'm so sorry, I... oh" I said, noticing it was Daryl "well in that case, I'm not sorry." I continued while he touched the cut.

"Look, ummm... cool hand?" he said.

"What do you want Dixon?".

"I just wanted to say, I'm glad you weren't there.".

"What do you mean?" I said while grabbing another knife and sharpening my hand/knife.

"Dad abused me and Merle, your other brother, and I wouldn't dare look for ya because I didn't want that to happen to ya!".

"Bullshit Daryl!".

"Oh ye? Does this prove it to ya?". He turned around, his back facing me, and he lifted his t-shirt off. There were scars on his back everywhere.

"I... I..." I stuttered. While Daryl's back still faced me, Abby came in, and looked him up and down.

"My, my, my. Jessica, you do know how to pick yer boys!" she said. I scowled at her and Daryl blushed while putting his shirt back on. "Awesome new hand anyways." she continued.

"Thanks." I replied.

Then Carl came in and said "Hi Abby, Daryl, Jessica. Daryl, I've never seen you blush that bad. Who's the unlucky girl then?". Daryl growled while Carl smirked.

"Anyways" he continued "do you want to go hunting with me Jessica?".

"Ye, sure!" I replied while picking up my weapons. Abby made a wolf whistle and Daryl smirked.

Carl blushed and I couldn't help but blush myself, I have no idea why.

"It's not like that." I said, exiting the cell.

"Cool hand." Carl said as we walked out the gates.

"Thanks." I replied, blushing madly. God, why do I do that?! He smiled slightly and we walked on...