<<The light in our darkest days>> {a TWD and TWDG crossover} ❤️

Chapter 9 ~ Familiar faces / part 2

!Big fat disclaimer¡ : Since there's been so much positive feedback (and to this day's still coming in) I will end the major halt (which has been possibly meant to be the, even though unfinished, end of this story) and continue this. So here's the disclaimer everyone's been waiting for hahahhah.. not. :)
Not to write down my life history, but I was a hormonal, 14 year old girl when starting to write this and not to say I've made the biggest progress by upgrading to a hormonal, seventeen year old girl, but I do think I've made some serious development. Please consider this also isn't my first language. That being said, I will not be going back to rewrite the first, partly really badly-phrased, 8 chapters. If you still wanna continue this, good for you, but it will always be including the poorly written start.
Hahahah ok I'm out :P

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A while later, Shane and Rick had the great idea to split up, so the majority would head back to camp.. Me, Rick and Shane were continuing to look for that little girl Sophia. "Can I come with you, pleaaase?" Carl approaches me, giving me his biggest puppy eyes. I look at him, confused, as I was reloading my gun and checking my clips. "Not my decision to make little one.. Go ask your parents if you want it that badly." I say, putting my knife and gun back into their holsters.

I don't really know how old he is, but he's small and something in his face makes him look so young.. Maybe it was the light of his greenness, because he didn't have to face the darkness of this world yet...or at least, not alone..
"Pretty please?" He whispers as I shake my head and roll my eyes, pushing him slightly forward. "What're you doing?!" He asks, not really approving of what I was doing. "There's your dad." I say, pointing to a spot where his dad was talking to Shane. "Go ahead n ask him."
I say before walking away.

A little further is a tree stump, so I sit down on it and begin sharpening my knife with a little stone I always took with me. I hear Carl arguing with his mom in the background. "Why not mom?! I'm not a kid..see Clem goes too." He says. "It's because Clem got skills." She says, looking like she was already done with the conversation. "How am I supposed to be skilled if I'm never allowed to anything?!" He fires back. "Maybe you should give him this one." Rick chimes in, but immediately regrets it as he gets the steel like stare of his wife. "When did you kill your first walker Clem?" Carl asks and it catches me off guard.. I think you can tell by the look on my face as I meet each set of eyes directed at me, looking up at them from my knife.

When did I get involved in this?! I think, contemplating my answer for a sec as suddenly everyone stares at me. "Well, with eight." I say, already sharpening my knife again. Looking up after nobody says anything, only to find them staring back at me shocked and a little concerned it seems. "What?" I ask, lifting one eyebrow, really not seeing what the problem was.
"It was not my choice, though.. if that helps you." I say looking back at my knife.

"So why did you do it?" He asks, genuinely curious now. Sighing, I stand from my spot. I really am not looking forward to this conversation at the moment.. "Sometimes there are things, that you just gotta do pal. Whether you like it or not- they're..they just seem to be out of our control, or mental grasp, call it whatever suits you best." I say looking at the trees, then the church. "Could we get goin now?" I ask, ripping them all out of  their own thoughts.

"Yeah, of course." Rick says, walking over to me with Shane in tow. "Dad?" Carl asks, looking at his dad, not needing to say anything else.. Sighing, Rick looks at his wife, who throws her arms in the air and turns around. "You're taking him anyway, what is there to say?" She asks standing with her back to us, before approaching Rick. "Just...bring my baby back safe." Lori half whispers, but of course he gets her anyway. Those are simply just parental-things, I knew by instinct better than really knowing how to explain it.. "Of course." He responds and they share a quick kiss.

We watch the rest of the group leave, before we get going too..

"Soo.. where are you from, Clem?" Sighing, I look to my left to see the kid catching up to me. "If you ummmm.. don't mind me asking." He clarifies, scratching his head a little ashamed.
"Georgia.. But.. like.. the suburbs, not Atlanta..." I frown, remebering the first rays of sun shining through the window on a sunday morning, the little red umbrella dad loved to read his paper under and how he had build the treehouse, standing on a big branch, nail in his mouth and fully concentrated...

Gosh, it's been so freaking long.......

And then there's a noise, out of nowhere, catching everyones full attention.

I raise my bow when a beautiful deer comes into sight, before lowering it ever so slowly again, captivated by its deep black eyes. It's only then that I notice Carl approaching the wild animal on careful feet..

A tiny smile absentmindedly graces my red lips, the scene is so wonderfully pure, the by far most innocent thing I had seen in a long while, aside from AJ..

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Started this chapter in February, sorry that it's so short but I don't have much time right now and really felt like updating again.