Can't be without you

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My leg was getting bad. But I hid it from Carl. Hiding my pain, and walking as straight as I could. We were walking into the neighborhood where he'd gotten the pudding. But we were hiding behind a car because walkers littered the street.

"So. What's your plan?" I whispered sarcasticly. He shot me a look and then took out a flare he'd stolen from Rick and he lit it and chucked it. He pulled out another and handed it to me. He had about six. We threw them and the walkers followed them. We bolted. The pain in my thigh was screaming at me, but I forced myself to keep moving. This was no time to feel pain. Let alone worry him. Not now. Not while the others were out there. We had to find them. Not only that. We needed to find shelter. Last night a walker had gotten in. So we packed up and left. We were trying to get to the train tracks. I turned my head and my eyes widened. The walkers were coming.

"C-Carl..." My adrenaline kicked in, the pain disappearing. He turned his head.

"Chelsea run that way. Meet up seven houses down. GO." I ran in the direction he told me and three walkers followed me. I turn around when I see them starting to go back toward Carl. Who has two on his back.

"HEY." I shout and start walking backwards. They turn. "Me. Eyes on me. Come on." They snarl and walk after me. There are gunshots. Good. Carl knocked them out. He's going to thee house. "Come on." Then I hear a snap and I turn. Another walker. "SHIT." I fire two down and then fall back and they fall on me. I shoot the next and then the last one. I'm lying under four walkers. I hear more coming and I close my eyes. Their scent will hide me. I take slow breaths until they disappear. I open my eyes and put my head back and take a deep breath and shove them off me and get up and stumble and lean against a tree and grit my teeth at the pain in my thigh and a tear slips down my cheek and I close my eyes. "Keep moving." I tell myself and I start running again. I make it back to the road and fing Carl waiting for me. I go over to him.

"You're bleeding." He grabs my arm and drags me to the house he checked and picks me up and puts me on the couch.

"Carl I'm fi-"

"No you aren't." He snaps and he rips my jeans, making them shorts and he unwraps the bandage and closes his eyes and then turns and kicks a chair over. "DAMMIT." He shouts and I jump. He turns to me. He's angry. "Why haven't you said anything? For four days you've said nothing. It's getting worse, Chelsea. And you never had the right to make me believe-"

"I didn't have the right? Really, Carl? I know how you get. I got shot in the arm five weeks ago and you freaked. You didn't focus on what was going on around you." I snap. He closes his eyes and his fists clench.

"You're all I most likely have left, Chelsea!" He yells and I stare at him. I don't think I have ever seen him this angry.

"I understand that. But I don't want to slow you down, make you nervous. We need to keep moving Carl. Please." I begged and he looked the other way, his hat tilted so I couldn't see his eyes. "Please look at me." I whispered, my voice faltering. He turned and then walked over to me and he leaned down, cupped my cheeks and his lips met mine. My heart stopped then sped up. My eyes fluttered closed and the world blotted out. All I knew was Carl and his lips on mine and the way my body became an open flame. He pulled away and looked down at me. "W-what was that for...?"

"I just don't think I could handle losing you." And then he left the room. I stared after him in shock, my hand went up and I touched my bottom lip, it was tingling. Woah. He kissed me. The last thing I ever thought Carl Grimes would ever do. He never indicated that he ever felt something more than friendship to me. I swallowed hard then sat up carefully and grabbed my bag, getting the med kit. I got the alcohol out and then took his sweatshirt off me and bit down hard on it. I poured it on the gash and groaned and moaned in pain and closed my eyes. I then put the alcohol back and then bandaged it again. I swallowed hard and got up and gasped in pain. I put my gun in my belt and walked/limped into the kitchen where he was sitting on the counter. His hat was hiding his face from me.