Being engaged to Carl Grimes should be a happier time than this but for Angel Dixon, there are still worries on her mind. The war with Negan has just begun and it makes her question: will he take away all that she holds dear? Or will they finally wi...
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"I didn't know this is what you were planning," I said to Carl as we led Siddiq back through the woods to Alexandria.
"Rick's going to be-" I started, arching my eyebrows but he cut me off.
"Dad doesn't need to know until he gets back. And by that time, if he..." he said, trailing off as he glanced back to make sure Siddiq wasn't listening in on our conversation before continuing in a low whisper, "If he doesn't want him there, he'd have to throw him out. And I know dad doesn't want to do that to anyone,"
I grinned, loving his sneaky logic.
"My, my. Carl Grimes the rebel," I snickered, shaking my head at him as we walked.
He smirked and I couldn't help the onslaught of butterflies that followed from that one look.
Shrugging, he quickly shot me a wink, "There's a lot you don't know about me, baby,"
I rolled my eyes playfully, bumping his shoulder with mine.
"Well, I look forward to finding out everything then," I smiled and he returned it, pressing a quick kiss to my cheek before calling back to Siddiq.
"It's not that much farther!" he told him over his shoulder.
He was about to speak again then when he was cut off by the sound of growling walkers in the distance. The three of us shared a glance before we began to head in the direction of the sound. Crouching down at a safe distance, we finally spied the commotion - a pack of walkers feasting on the corpse of a horse. Bloody intestines hung from their mouths as they chomped down on the guts of the carcass. I crinkled my nose in disgust, feeling bile rise up in my throat. Quickly, I covered my mouth with my hand.
Oh, no. This was not the time for morning sickness. Carl gently rested a hand on my shoulder, asking me with his eye if I was alright. Slowly, I swallowed it down and sighed quietly before nodding to him. After contemplating a moment, he retrieved a knife from his back pocket and handed it to me. I raised my eyebrows in surprise briefly as he faced me.
"Be careful. And follow me, alright?" Carl said to me and I nodded once again in response before he turned his gaze to Siddiq, "Okay. For your mom,"
Slowly, Carl began to lead the way towards the group of walkers with Siddiq and I in tow. Dropping the backpack he had carried onto the ground, he picked up a twig off the ground before snapping it in half. Instantly, the walkers turned away from their 'meal' and faced the three of us. Getting up, they began to stumble over to where we stood waiting for them. One came at each of us and I lunged for mine, landing a blow to its head that knocked it to the ground. The hit must have killed it on impact because it didn't move again.
Siddiq managed to kill his as well, shoving his knife into its chin and up through its skull before it fell lifeless at his feet. I grinned, reveling in the feeling. I had forgotten how good it felt to take these suckers down. The next one, Siddiq seemed to struggle with though so after sending a glance over my shoulder to check on Carl who seemed to be holding his own as usual, I came to the man's rescue. I shoved it from behind forcefully, knocking it to the ground long enough to stab it through the brain, unfortunately leaving a slimy residue on my blade that I merely wiped off on my jeans. More walker growls came from the woods around us and I glanced up just in time to see another group making their way towards us.
