Walkers//c.g✔️

Chapter Thirty-Five

IN THIS CHAPTER THERE WILL BE A BUNCH OF FLASHBACKS. * <— that symbol will be infront of a flashback and the words will look like this.

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The shovels scraped against the rocks and dirt. I continued digging, no matter how badly my body wanted to give in, I continued to dig. My eyes teared up as I shoveled. I sobbed. My feet wanting to give in, my body wanting to curl up in a ball and cry all day. I shoveled harder. Rick's voice was inaudible to me, so was Michonnes, I blocked everyone out.

I felt a hand on my shoulder, I whipped back. It was Michonne, "You should rest." She said softly. "I'll rest after." I spat. I know I shouldn't have taken my anger out on any of them, but I did. I was angry at myself for not helping him sooner. I was angry at the fact he didn't tell me. I was angry at the fact that he left me.

"Tessa, Please." Michonne pleaded. "I said, I'll fucking rest after!" I raised my voice. Michonne flinched. The shovel hit the ground once again.

* He and Judith put paint on their hands, I smiled while watching. Judith giggled, "It's cold." She shrieked. He nodded, laughing, "That's what paint is." She nodded, "Now we are gonna leave our hand prints on the gazebo, okay Judith?" "Ok." She said softly, they pressed their hands on the floor of the gazebo. He looked over at me, grinning. As they picked up their hands two blue handprints laid in its place. "Give me five," Carl held his hand out, Judith clapped their hands together, paint splattered in every direction, Judith giggled.*

I threw my shovel down once the hole was big enough for Carl. I walked over to his lifeless body. My stomach churning, my heart broken. Everything felt numb. I felt completely broken.

*A muffled explosion could be heard in the distance. More explosions came, causing the rocks to clatter.

"I-I don't-." "Dad." Carl's said softly, my heart breaking even more if that was even possible. "How-?"

"Dad. It's alright." Carl said breathily. "It's gotta be." He paused, "I wasn't sure if you'd make it back before, but just in case, you know." He reached in his back pocket, holding a bunch of letters, "I wanted to make sure I was able to say goodbye." He handed them to Michonne. "No, It's them. It's them. They- They don't- It wasn't." Michonne sobbed. "Carl." She choked out.

"No." Rick said, "No."

"Dad, I got bit. I was bringing someone back. His name's Siddiq. We saw him at that gas station, before. It wasn't the Saviors. It just happened." He whispered. "I got bit." A tear left his eye.*

I helped Rick put Carl's body into the grave. My body was slowly shutting down due to the fact of being extremely tired and crying. I picked the shovel back up, shoveling the dirt harshly onto Carl. My hands shaking.

*I helped Carl onto his back, he breathed heavily, groaning in pain. I covered him with the blanket. "Is that better?" I asked. "Yeah, thanks."

"I um, I got these." I heard Siddiq say. I continued looking at Carl, my thumb rubbing his cheek. "They're over-the-counter, non-steroidal anti-inflammatories. They'll uh- They'll help a little with the fever. They did for my mom and dad. Please take them." His voice cracked, "Your son, he should have them."

"You're a doctor?" Rick asked.

"I was a resident, before." I brushed the hair out of his eye. "Your name is Siddiq?" "Yes."

"Did you know he was a doctor?" Rick asked Carl. "Is that why you brought him back?"

"He wasn't gonna make it alone. He needed us. That's why." Rick nodded.