random excerpts and writings ☀︎ etc with julia

⇒ ONE: 808 ending excerpt w/ anna from tgd

PLOT: SPOILERS FOR 808. There now that that's over with let's move on. I suddenly got the urge to write and I wanted to smooth my way into it again but writing with one of my favorite characters again. I'm glad I got to write Anna again, even if it wasn't an official chapter. I want to write her up to this point and give her the storyline she deserves.

I also got way too into this because I'm gonna miss Carl so bad.

Actual Plot: This part is set right at the end of episode 8 during season 8 where Rick and Michonne find their way into the sewers, Anna is with them though. They find the group safe and sound, but it's until the three stumble upon Carl at the end of the sewer tunnel was when they see the true tragedy in front of them.

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I felt my feet hit the ground of the sewer, the squish under my shoes was barely loud enough to cover up the muffled explosions above. I felt my heart beating out of my chest as the sinking feeling only grew as I could felt my home crumble above me. However, it calmed me to know we were all here, safe and sound. I followed suit behind Rick and Michonne, passing each familiar face with a calm sorrow look upon each face. One thing sunk in my stomach deeply, where was Carl?

My ease came to me as I saw his figure leaning against the wall at the end of the sewer. I brushed past Rick and Michonne, as I seemed to notice him first, as I walked quickly to him. The tense feeling didn't cease though, but it only grew as I slowly came to. I noticed Siddiq sitting across from Carl, a stone face resting on his features. I finally turned to Carl and he looked anything but what I saw before I left him.

His face was slick with sweat and his skin was pale within the moonlight seeping through the cracks above. His long hair stuck to his forehead as his lips were red, contrasting against his pale features. I kneeled down next to him, his icy blue eyes peering at me as I looked at him skeptically. I reached forward and held a gentle hand to his cheek, which was warmer than usual. He looked weak, and it was as if it was like he knew that I knew. I didn't know what it was, but the pieces clicked before I could say anything.

It was then that my eyes had widened as Carl looked back, a silent solumn look upon his face he had per usual but this time seemed more bleak. His blue eyes, which seemed to have lost their color, were staring into mine. Tears pooled quicker than I realized and my hand dropped to his shoulder. Carl looked up, seeing his father looking questionably at Siddiq, who still had the same stone-cold expression. Now I seemed to understand why.

"I brought them here." Carl's broken voice made Rick turn.

Rick kneeled, and a relieved look seemed to spread across his face, but it wouldn't last. Carl lifted his shirt slowly, a small bandage covering a part of the right side of his abdomen. He peeled it back, my heart sinking confirming my unspoken thoughts.

It was a bite. Carl was bitten.

I couldn't believe it. I didn't want to. It was like some stupid dream, but it keeps happening and it won't stop. I wish it would though. I would wake up and things would be okay. Something as little as this nightmare, I wish this pain and trauma would wake me. I would be home where my father wasn't some psychopathic murder and with my sister who was still alive. Maybe Carl would be living happily with his mom and Rick. Maybe we could've all been happy and alive, but just like everything in this cruel reality, another person so important to me is gone.

Nobody said a word, their sadness was shown on their faces. Michonne kneeled down next to Rick in front of Carl. Wet tears finally spilled over as my other hand covered my mouth. Not even in the face of death, Carl was still remaining strong. He didn't deserve this. He should've outlived the world. He was one of the only good people left.

I locked eyes with Carl once again, my tearful brown ones meeting his pale blue. It made me think back to the time I first met him at the prison, his icy blue eyes burning a hole through my skull. He seemed scary and I had every right to think so back then. He was ruthless and careless, but he was a child. This world was shaping him up to kill and whoever knows what he was put through.

I thought how I got to know him. We clicked and clashed. He was easily my best friend but also a constant enemy at times. We grew together and we didn't know anyone else but each other. When he helped me after Avery and especially along the road when he gave Maggie that soundbox, I felt a rush of warmth within me that told me there was still good in him. While he grew to no longer be ruthless, he still was careless. Even now, it seems that it wasn't something he grew out of. Oh, how I wished he did.

His eyes were no longer that ruthless, icy blue. It was but a bright warm, sky blue. Looking at him now, I wished that's what I could see but as his fatal warmth because more apparent, his eyes lost it's signature Grimes blue.

Nobody spoke, but nobody needed to. All anyone was picturing was his grave, his hat resting either on the fresh dirt patch or gripped within the fingertips of his father, the worn material torn and the gold tassels faded.

I found myself looking back to reality, my eyes locking with Carl's again. I wished to see the warm sky in him once more, but I knew I wouldn't see the loving blue at all when his eyes were to close for the last time.

It wasn't his time, I refuse to believe it. He will go peacefully though. The light will take him and his heart will beat again in another world, a world that isn't ours.

Wherever he ends up, I hope it's a world better than this.