"Carl, I need to come. I owe Maggie that much." You confessed, shaking your head at his persistent words. He sighed, frustrated at your sudden self.
"No, y/n. I cant risk that." He spoke, anger evident in his deeping voice. His hair was in front of his eyepatch and you felt an edge to lean forwards and move the stray piece.
But you held yourself back, continuing to argue with him.
"God damn it, Carl. I can take care of myself!" Your voice was strong and heavy. He stepped back slightly, his one good eye slightly widening at your steadfast persona.
"I know that," he sighed, quickly recovering from the brief shock. "But I just- I have a feeling. Please, I'm asking you to stay here." He almost begged, grabbing your face between his hands. He looked in your eyes, worry apparent in his own eye.
"I can't. Don't you understand that?" You asked, your eyes quickly flickering over his lips and back to his one eye. Oh, how you craved his lips on yours. His skin touching you.
"Fine." He gave in, looking behind you to the closet. "Grab some pistols and ammo from the closet. Then we'll leave." You nodded softly as he let go of your face, sighing deeply.
You felt bad about it, yes. But you needed to come. If not for Maggie, for yourself. So you dashed to the closet, crouching down to grab the supplies when the door slammed behind you. You turned, the small room becoming very dark very fast.
"Carl?" You called, hoping he had only bumped the door. You reached for the handle to find it locked. "Carl! Let me out!" You yelled, only to hear a soft voice on the other side of the door.
"I'm sorry, y/n. I can't let you get hurt."
