after being introduced to everyone, the new faces, the old faces, I see Rick and Daryl head out of the prison with blankets and sticks.
"what'cha doing?" I ask, fluttering my eyelashes as I catch up to Daryl.
"We were going to have a camp outside, spend the night under the stars. Fires, Stories." Daryl explains.
"sounds perfect! Would you like some help?" I ask, taking a blanket from him, and carrying it to the field.
"Yep, tell everyone to meet us out here at dusk." He says, as he walks off with Rick close by.
So I do as told. I find everyone and anyone and order them to meet outside the prison as soon as dusk hits.
As I walk through the canteen, and past the cell block, I feel a tight grip around my wrist as I am pulled into a cell.
"What's the big idea?!" I exclaim, but as I turn around, I'm greeted by the same aurora blue eyes, I remember back on the first day back at high school.
"I just wanted to show you something." He says, smiling from ear to ear.
"Go on." I say smirking.
He turns around, back towards me, as he searches under his bed.
After a few moments of ruffling, and searching, Carl pulls out a beautiful, well used, acoustic guitar.
"For you." He says, placing it onto my finger tips.
"How did you know?"
Nobody knew about my passion for music, I didn't tell people, it was my own paradise I would escape to in times of need. The gentle soothing melody of a song would ease me to sleep, and take my mind off my life.
"When we went to your house When this all started, I noticed a stack of music sheets. I noticed your albums. But what struck out the most, was the beautiful guitar, shoved behind your bed, hidden away." He says.
"I think you should play..tonight." He says, holding my free hand.
"You think?" I ask.
"I know."
The indescribable little thoughts, are what keep us alive right now.
As we walk out of the prison, I notice everyone surrounded by a fire, sitting on old sheets, old clothes, covered by the soft material of blankets.
Everyone was sitting in a circle, leaving 2 spaces for me and Carl.
We sit opposite each other and I place the guitar behind me.
"You finally joined us." Rick says.
"Good to see you buddy." Shane says, rubbing Carl's head, but Carl shoots a glare at him.
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Long Way Home (A Carl Grimes Fanfic)
Fanfictionabusive parents. sleepless nights. bruises and scars. the endless pattern of Lauren's life, day in day out. it all seemed to be getting better in her eyes, but one boy saves her life in the new and cruel world they seemed to have awoke to. It's a lo...
