Mr.Baby blue eyes; C.G

WITH

Faye Dixon
I sighed and looked out the window. I had a lot on my mind. Some things I needed to talk about, but didn't know if I should. "Carl?" I asked, fiddling with my fingers. "Yes?" He said, paying attention to Maggie, who had her shoulder on Glenn. "What do you think those men would have done to me? You know, in the truck." I said my voice feeling small. "I don't want to think about that. " He said and shook his head. 

"Why don't you want to think about it? They would of.." I kept looking out the window. "I don't want anyone to touch you. Your mine." He said and smiled. "They would have raped me." I blurted. There was a silence in the air, and it looked like Carl had picked his words carefully by the way he was talking to me; Gently and fragile. Like any wrong word would break me.
"I wouldn't let them even get near to you. Your special Faye. Nothing I've ever experienced before. I know we're not exactly perfect, but I love that. You taught me how to love again... After my mom died-" Carl Hiccuped, causing me to look at him. He was holding back tears, but I didn't dare to comfort him. Lord knows where that might have gone. 

"I forgot how to feel. I was a stone cold-hearted bastard who didn't care about anyone but themselves. You changed me, and I'm so, so, so, so glad that you found this group." Carl smiled gently. Tears streaming down his face. I wanted to ask what had happened to his eye, as it had an eye patch over it. But right now was just not the right time. I thought about what it could have been, maybe a huge battle with a walker? No, because it would have been infected. I tried not to think about the world before all this, or about the fact that Daryl might be my dad. It just didn't feel right. I don't stay with Daryl most nights, only on occasions. I know it probably hurts him, but I'm just not ready. I'm not ready to call him dad either because who knows, he might not even be my real dad.

I know I hate to do this, but I tried to remember what life was like when I was 'Daryl's' kid. I didn't understand. Why did he even have drugs in the house in the first place? it shouldn't have been there at all. Was his brother even into drugs or was it just some lame excuse. Daryl didn't exactly seem like the lying type, but who knows. People are more dangerous than the dead these days. I've, fortunately, never had to kill someone. I honestly don't know if I could, either. It just doesn't seem right. Like I know they might seem a threat, but what if they aren't?

I wonder how many people everyone here has killed. Has Maggie ever had to kill someone? I shook my head, trying to ignore that question. I didn't want to think of her as a murderer. 

"You are my sunshine. My only sunshine. You make me happy when skies are grey. No one knows dear how much I love you. Please don't take my sunshine away." Carl sang through tears making some of it sound muffled. I knew I would remember that song forever. Rick slammed on the breaks, sending me flying forward, as I didn't have my feet planted on the floor as many others. I hit my head off the edge of a cabinet, and that's all I can really remember. After that, I lost the battle to stay away as the group that surrounded me became just another blur.