~Vallory's P.O.V.~
I woke up the next morning with a pounding head ache and nausea.
"I hate you, hangovers." I mumbled, then remembered Carl.
Poor kids never drank before, probably thinks he's dying, I thought with a snicker. I forced myself up out of bed and into Carl's cell, who was still sleeping, at least I thought he was. My stomach starting feeling really weird and I realized I was probably going to throw up, so I inched over to the corner on my knees and curled up into a ball. Then I threw up.
"Did you really have to do that in my cell?" Carl groaned.
"I'm sooo sorry I can't control where I throw up." I rolled my eyes.
"You know, you talk a lot when you're drunk. A lot." I froze.
"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously.
"Nothing," He chuckled, "You just said I was hot, and had pretty eyes. And some other stuff."
"Ugggh I say a lot of bull crap when I'm drunk." I groaned and half lied.
"You've drank before?" Carl asked with wide eyes, causing me to roll my own.
"Yup." I said, popping the p, "How come you're not sick?"
"I'm just good at hidding it"
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Walking Dead-Carl Grimes
FanfictionLiving in a zombie apocalypse sucks. Vallory Dixon's entire family is gone. Friends, gone. Home, gone. But when she runs into a small group in the woods, maybe even meeting a long lost family member, will all hope be restored? Or will everything sli...
