Love by the Bullet

Now I get it!

Carl's P.O.V.

I can't believe what just happened. She hates me. I knew it. She yelled at me out if no where. It was so weird.

Just last night we were cuddling and sharing each other's life stories. Now I try to touch her and she yells at me. Maybe it was something that I did or maybe she's having second thoughts. I don't even think she had first thoughts let alone second.

But her story completely shocked me. I thought she was just a normal girl. Well she's far from normal, but I thought she had a normal story. I would never have ever guessed that her dad was abusive. Or that he was a drug addict or an alcoholic.

Maybe that's what those burn marks and bruises on her body were. Now I get it! Now I see why she's so independent and guarded. Now I see why she has trust issues and bottled up anger. This is why she's so strong and tough. She's had to fend for herself for her whole life, not just after the world ended, but her entire life. Her terrible past has made her the way that she is. I mean there's nothing wrong with her at all, she's just-just...different. Her family-the people in her life that should love and care for her the most-have ruined her life. They made her have trust issues. They made her feel alone. They made her emotionless. They ruined a little girl. I now feel like it's my job to find this lost child and bring her back. I need to help her trust people again and actually have feelings.

I need to find a way to make her trust me and make her know that I am here for her whenever she may need me. But how though?

I need to figure something out-and fast.

~three days later~

Carl's P.O.V.

It's been three days and I still don't know what to do about Hayden. Ever since that morning she has barely talked to me. If I'm lucky I'll get a full sentence out of her, and if I'm really lucky she won't say it with a mean voice. She doesn't talk much to anyone. Whenever she talks it's usually just a simple 'hey' or 'thank you' or 'yes' or 'no'. She barely leaves our cell. She only leaves to use the bathroom or eat, besides that she's usually just laying on the bottom bunk. Her walking has improved ever since the surgery, it's almost back to normal. I'm glad that she can walk but when she is able to walk, she's going to leave.

Later on that even the whole group gathers together for dinner. We are having squirrel that Daryl got for us and some vegetables that we grew. We are all sitting at the big table, most everyone is laughing and smiling and enjoying each other's company. But as usual Hayden is sitting in silence just focusing on her food. I am sitting right across from her and all I can do is stare at her beauty. Damn she's gorgeous.

My thoughts are interrupted by my dad's voice, "Listen up!" His voice booms and everyone falls silent. "As you all know we are in need of supplies. I have taken this to notice and I have decided to take some people on a run with me tomorrow. I have chosen to take Daryl, Maggie, Glen, Carl, and Hayden." I look over at Hayden and it looks like she's gonna be sick. I know that she doesn't want to go one the run tomorrow. Why should she? "That means everyone else must stay here and hold down the fort. We will need food, baby supplies, drinks, weapons, and clothes. We leave tomorrow at dusk and will probably be gone all day, so get a good nights rest."

After he is done talking we all dismiss to our cells without a word. I crawl up the latter to my bed and stare at the ceiling just think about how I can get Hayden to trust me.

Then after about fifteen minutes of thinking I get an idea. It's brilliant! It will totally work! It has to work!

"Goodnight Hayden," I smirk, thinking of my amazing idea.

"Night," she whisper.

Hayden's P.O.V.

Carl and I are woken up at dusk the next morning but Rick telling us that we are about to leave for the run. I really don't want to go on this run at all. Mostly because I'll have to be with Carl and I don't want to be with him.

But I roll out of bed anyway and gather my stuff. I grab my holster, gun, knife, and sneakers. Then I tie my button up around my waist and slip my beanie on.

I really need some new clothes. I've been wearing the same grey tank top, the same old jeans, the same button up, and the same dirty sneakers for the past two years. My clothes are dirty and covered in blood and are ripped and torn and are just gross.

"Ready?" Carls voice startles me and I jump a little bit in surprise.

"Um yeah," I mumble looking my gun.

"Alright then, let's go," he smirks.

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Sorry for the short chapter it's like 3 in the morning lol! Anyway I hope y'all liked it!!!

~Addy♡

Xoxoxo