He Loves me not (Carl Grimes)

Chapter 2

I was uncuffed but wasn't aloud to leave the cell for the day incase I tried something.

Some people talk to me as they walked pass the cell saying hi and such, but one kid gave me a death glare. The one that gave me the glare was a boy around my age who wore a sheriffs hat. Well he seems nice. I pretty much just sat in the cell all day and did nothing. Pretty boring. A girl named Beth was really nice to me. She chatted with me for a while. I think me and her will be really good friends! She told me her age and everything. She said she was 18 and she had a sister. Her name was Maggie which was the girl that had the short brown hair.

She asked about me but I didn't want to tell her anything about me yet, because I didn't what it give personal information out to strangers, but I would at one point. That night I had trouble sleeping because I was new here and didn't know anyone very well what so ever, but I managed.

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"Rise and shine!" Daryl shouted barging into my cell. "We have a lot of work to do today!" He shouted again even though I was just a few feet away from him. "I'm right here. No need to shout." I told him calmly. "Stop yelling!" He shouted again to frustrate me. I give him a 'haha real funny' glare and got up. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked. "Rick wants you to go down to the fence and kill some walkers." He answered. "Got it." I walked out of the prison and down to the fence. With my luck, that evil death glare kid was also killing walkers. Yay.

He gave me another one if those glares and walked farther away form me. "Carl come help me with the garden real quick." Rick shouted for him. Huh. So his name is Carl. Pretty cool I guess.

Carl came back, but he walked over to me. "Hi." He said a little rudely. "Uh why are you being so rude and death glary to me?" You asked while stabbing a walker. "Because I have no idea who you are and I don't trust you." He answered truthfully. "Well I don't know any of you and I trust you guys." "Ok the only reason I'm talking to you is because I have to. My dad told me to." "Well sorry that I'm killing you by being new here or whatever but instead of hating on people that you just met you should get to know them." You said now looking at him. He just rolled his eyes and walked away. "Well someone's on there man period." I whispered to myself. "I heard that!" Carl shouted to me as he walked back to the prison. Whoops. I giggled and continued my job.

Carl POV

I didn't really trust Olivia but I had to admit, she was pretty. I never trust new people that come into the group. Ever since that Shane incident. You can't trust anyone anymore. I'll get over Olivia being new here and get used to her. I just need to get to know her more.

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Night came and I went to my cell. "You'll have to share a cell in here." I heard my dad say. What was he talking about? Soon enough I saw Olivia and my dad walk into the room. Oh great. "What?! I have to share a room with Carl?! But he hates me!" She shouted. "Shh. Everyone's asleep." My dad put a finger over his mouth. "Oh sorry. But he doesn't even like me. He gives me death glares and crap." She stated. "Carl, could you be a little nicer?!" My dad scolded me. I just rolled my eyes and rolled over on my bed. "It's just for the week Olivia." My dad said talking to her again. "Fine." She said and my dad left the room. It was quiet for a moment but I just stayed in the position I was in. "Wow! You have comic books?!" She shouted/whispered. I rolled around facing her and saw she had one of my comic books. "Hey put it down!" I said a little louder than her and she put it down as if she was n huge trouble. "Sorry." She apologized quickly and went to the top bunk. I felt bad but I didn't want her to know that. I should have let her see them. That was pretty rude how I yelled at her. Yikes. I'm pretty mean. I have got to lose that. I'm sure she'll forget about of in the morning.

Olivia's POV

Well that was rude. He could have just said please put that down instead of yelling at me like he did. Well whatever it wasn't a big deal. I'll probably have to get used to him. And his attitude...