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

Candy!

Carl and I have been out for an hour, and we still haven't caught anything. I felt a bit more distracted with Carl somehow...

"Hey, we're getting close to Atlanta, wanna go get a few extra supplies?" he asked.

"Atlanta, Atlanta... Oh! The city of death?" I said, adding 'enthusiasm'. He nodded. "Well, let's go." I said.

"You worried about walkers getting you?".

"Nah. Anyways, if any walkers get close to us, I'd shoot your leg and let them eat you so I could get away.".

The reaction on Carl's face was priceless. I laughed like a school girl and he sighed in relief.

"You scared me then. I really thought you would do that!" he said.

"I would never do that! Although...". He nudged me hard with his elbow and I laughed. We talked for ages and then finally reached Atlanta.

We ran into a mall, stabbing some walkers along the way, and got some bags. Then we went to the food section. We grabbed tins, cans, and all sorts of food. I turned around and saw all different types of colours.

"Carl, come here!" I said. He walked over to where I was and I pointed at all the...

"Candy!" he screamed in delight, while jumping up and down like a little kid. I chuckled slightly and made my way over to the rainbow of deliciosness.

We filled up our bags with the candy and zipped them up, even though it was quite hard, vecause there was so much of it!

Then we went out and entered the chemist and grabbed everything we could find... bandages, medicine, utensils, and all that crap.

Finally, we headed into a huge store, and went into to clothes section. We grabbed clothes for the others and then we got some clothes for ourselves.

I wasn't very picky, so I chose an electric blue and black tank top with two pairs of jeans, which were blue and camaflouge, and some electric blue mustangs. I walked over to the jackets and found a leather jacket with a couple of spikes around the neck and shoulders. I tried it on and I looked into the cracked mirror next to me. Even though my hair was dirty and a mess, and the fact that I was filthy, I looked pretty good.

"Cool jacket." Carl said from behind me. I turned around and saw he also had a leather jacket on.

"Same to you." I replied. We both smirked at each other. Our eyes met for a moment and then I looked away. Why do I act strangely around Carl? Why do I feel so attached to him?

My thoughts were caught of guard when I heard a cry of fear. I turned to face Carl, but he was okay. He obviously thought I was the one who screamed aswell, because he looked at me with panic and then relaxed.

I looked at the stairs in front of me, where the scream had probably come from, and I looked at Carl. He nodded and we headed up the stairs. There were quite a few walkers, but we took them out easily.

(Author: I am changing the story, don't critisize.)

The door that the walkers tried to get through was locked with a chain.

"One second." Carl said. He ran down the stairs and came back up a few moments later with some bolt-cutters. He cut the chains and he smiled at me. I smiled back and pushed the door open.

We heard a rattling of chains and we walked over to where a man was sitting with some handcuffs. I pointed my hand/knife at him and asked him the simple questions.

"What is your name and why are you here?".

"Why would I tell you kids that?".

"Because,we are the ones with the weapons." I growled.

"Kay then. The name's Merle and a nigga lost the key to unlock me from these damn chains.".

"Wait, what was your name again?" me and Carl said in unison.

"Are you kids deaf? My name is Merle?" he shouted.

"Daryl Dixon's brother?" I asked.

"The one and only."...