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

Accepted.

Its been 3 days since I've told Carl I liked him, and in those three days I've been avoiding him.

"Jess, Abby, Merle!" Rick called. We followed the sound of his voice and he was in an upstairs cell. We walked.

"Whats up Rick?" Abby asked him.

"Well, Carl and Daryl told me what happened in Woodbury and how you didn't tell the governour where we are, and how they tortured you and you still didn't give in. So, for protecting our group, we're going to let you be part of it! Welcome!" he said.

Abby and Merle smiled and thanked Rick. I just smiled. It's not that I'm not happy. I am happy that I've got a group that would risk their lifes for others. But I am sad. Now I have to deal with the pain of seeing Carl everyday, knowing he doesn't like me. But you know what? I shouldn't have expected anything good out of it. I always get let down.

Family: Dad abandoned me, mum died at childbirth, brothers didn't even come looking for me.

Foster family: Dead.

Best friend: came back but got shot in leg and nearly died.

The list still goes on, but I won't say anymore. I must have been really angry because Maggie came over and asked me:

"Are you okay Jess, you're face is all red!".

"I'm fine, I just need to step out for a while." I said through gritted teeth. She nodded and I grabbed my weapons. I walked outside and headed to the gate. Carl was there but I just didn't give a fuck at the moment. When I got there Carl looked confused.

"Open the gate." I growled.

"Wait I need to talk to you...".

"Now!". Carl opened the gate and I stepped outside.

"Hey, where are you going?" he called out, seeing as I was already far away.

"No where!" I called back.

"Do you want me to come with y...".

"No!".

I saw him lock the gate and stand guard, looking very gloomy. Why? I don't know, it's not as if he cares about me... God damnit! You came out here to forget about him and the world, not to remind make matters worse!

I punched a tree, hard. It was all bloody and it hurt like hell but at least I was letting out my anger. There were about 11 walkers nearby and I pulled out my samurai sword from its sheath. I walked towards the but they still didn't notice me.

"Hey walkers! Come at me!" I called out. They emmidiately noticed me and walked to me as fast as they could. When they got very close I either stabbed or sliced their heads off.

When they were all dead I wipped the blood off of my sword on the grass and put it back. Then I wiped my head and saw blood on my hand. I looked down and it looked like I had been attacked by 50 walkers or something, with all the blood on me. But I didn't fixate on that...

No, I fixated on a white piece of paper stuck into a tree by a pocket-knife. As I approached it I some writing on it. I took the knife and put it in my bra. What? It's a good hiding spot! Then I grabbed the paper. It looked like it was meant to be folded in half, so I folded it in half...

It has my fucking name on it.

I opened it up again so I could read it but I heard someone calling my name. I quickly hid it in my bra, yes, another collection to it, and headed towards the sound.

I hid behind a tree and peeked around it to see Carl searching for me.

"Jessica! Jess where are you?" he called out. He came out gere to find me so I may as well show him I'm here. Not as if he came out here looking for me because he wanted to. Daryl or Abby or someone else must have told him to go.

"Here." I said quietly. He looked me up and down and came towards me.

"Are you hurt? Did any walkers get you?" he asked, sounding panicked. I shook my head. It's not as if he cared anyways. I looked away from him.

"I suppose we should be heading back, right?!" I said, and started walking back to the prison. Then he jumped in front of me. I tried to pass him but he wouldn't let me go.

"Let me pass you Carl!" I said. Then, before I could do anything, he lifted my chin up with his finger, and kissed me...