Fight For Life ⤜ Carl Grimes

⤜seven

Rose stood with Maggie where Rick's group had sent up their tents, standing there with everyone else, discussing Randall.  "So we're just gonna keep him here?" Glenn asked. 

Rich sighed, "We'll know soon enough."

Daryl approached the group, his knuckles covered in blood, and his cross brown slung over his shoulder. "Boy there's got a gang, 30 men. They have heavy artillery and they ain't lookin' to make friends. They roll through here, our boys are dead. And our women- they're gonna wish they were."

"What did you do?" Carol asked. 

Daryl looked down at his bloody knuckled, "had a little chat."

Carol looked down, walking away. She truly wanted the best for Daryl, but he chose not to listen to her. "No one goes near this guy," Rick ordered. 

"Rick, what are you gonna do?" Lori questioned. 

"We have no choice, he's a threat. We have to eliminate the threat," he responded.

"You're just gonna kill him?" Dale asked. Dale was an opinionated man, he knew right from wrong, and he was one of the wisest men that Rose had ever met. He strongly disagreed with this decision. 

"It's settled, I'll do it today," Rick announced, walking off with Dale running after him in attempt to talk some sense into him. 

The rest of the day consisted of the adults arguing over whether or not Randall should be executed. Rose and Carl were forced to stay upstairs while the adults resided in the kitchen, debating on the sensitive subject. 

Rose sat in her empty room, missing the pretense of Beth being there, sitting on her side of the room writing in her diary. She pulled out a book she had found on the bookshelf, How to Kill a Mockingbird. 

She opened it to the first page, but before she could read anything she heard a knock on her door. The door opened, revealing Carl standing there with his sheriff's hat perched on top of his head. "What are you reading?" he asked, taking a seat on the chair next to the door. 

"More like what was I trying  to read," Rose sighed. "It's an old book. How to Kill a Mockingbird. Ever heard of it?"

"Oh yeah. We started reading that in English class, before- you know."

"Before the world came crumbling at our feet? Yeah, I know."

Carl looked up at her, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "What do you think they're gonna do? About Randall."

Rose shrugged, "not sure. I mean, we have to have some humanity to be able to survive, right?"

"I think they should kill him," Carl muttered. "I mean, you heard what Daryl said. Were dead if  his group comes."

"If,  they come," Rose said. "Now if you don't mind. Get out of my room so I can change."

"Right," Carl responded, getting up and walking out of her room, "see ya!"

Rose sighed, walking over and shutting the door. She walked over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of dark washed blue jeans, a black tank top with a red plaid flannel to go over it. She walked into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. 

Her lips were cracked, and her blue eyes had lost their sparkle. Her brown hair ended just a bit below her shoulders. She was skinny for her age, not dangerously skinny- but, skinny. She generally didn't like her figure. She wished she had more curves, and that her skin wasn't so pale. 

It came the time for Shane, Rick and Daryl to kill Randall. Rose wasn't sure if she agreed with this, but the choice wasn't hers to make. She sat at a campfire outside with everyone else, waiting for Rick and the others to come back. 

Their heads perked up at footsteps approaching them. Rick walked up with a Carl, everyone looking at him for answers. "We're keeping him in custody for now," Rick announced. 

While everyone else looked disheartened, Andrea stood up with a smile on her face, "I'm gonna go find Dale."

As she walked up, Lori stood up in front of Rick. "Carl, go inside. Now, please." Carl nodded, walking inside of his tent. 

"He followed us. He wanted to watch," Rick explained. "I couldn't"

"That's okay," Lori accepted. "That's okay. Lori pulled him into a tight hug, embracing him. 

The sound of a male's scream echoed throughout the farm. Everyone took off running towards the direction it was coming from. Daryl stood kneeled down next to the body, "Help! Over here!"

Everyone ran over. Rose gasped at the sight of Dale's body, ripped open and guts spilling out of his stomach. Rose bent over, covering her mouth as tears started to slowly come out. Although she didn't know Dale that well, it pained her to see another death. 

"Hershel! Get Hershel! We need to operate now," Rick yelled. 

But there was nothing that Hershel could do. It would be nearly impossible to stitch his stomach back up with his guts spilling out. They had decided to end his suffering. 

Rose tightly shut her eyes as the gunshot rang out, and another life was tragically taken too soon. 

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(A/N) This chapter was hard to write lolz. Anyway, we're slowly coming on board to season three!! Let me know what you guys think! 

Xoxo,

Em