The Youngest Greene (Carl Grimes fan fiction)

Chapter 13

The winter months continue to pass and it slowly turns into spring.

Sometime in March, Daddy finally took off my cast, or I should say Rick took off my cast. It had to be sawed off with a knife, which I'm not gonna lie, scared me.

Things went back to normal for me. I haven't seen much of Jenna since the day that all happened, and every time I have she's just smirked at me.

Things haven't gotten better with the group growing apart. It's actually gotten worse for me. I haven't spoken to Carol in a long time, maybe three weeks. Aside from going on runs, which are few and far between, I never see Daryl, and Glenn is always to busy to talk to me. Now a days it feels like Maggie thinks of me as a annoying little sister who needs to be taken care of.

I've admitted all this to Carl in the privacy of our cell, and he told me that someday I'll get to be as close to everybody as I once was.

The people I have grown way closer to than I was before is the Grimes family. Carl and I have been best friends for months, which I'm pretty sure Rick is happy about.

I've found myself thinking countless times about how I shouldn't be thinking about this when I could die any day, but I can't help it. People are still people and life goes on.

The date is March 16th, my fifteenth birthday. I can't help but feel upset. Nobody cares. Nobody remembers. I know I shouldn't care either, but I can't help it.

Carl and some of the others are on a run right now and they left before I woke up. They were going really far away, trying to find random stores to get stuff from.

In a few minutes I'm supposed to help Rick with planting a few things in the garden. Daddy said that since the weather is so nice that it's best to get a head start on everything this year.

Sighing a little, I pick myself up off my spot from on top of the roof, my new favorite place. It's time to stop being a dramatic teenage girl and get back to reality.

I climb down the roof, careful to not put to much weight on my wrist since Daddy said it's not a good idea for a while. Rick is already in the garden, turning up the ground with a shovel when I walk over there.

The morning goes by slowly, and I end up peeling off the navy hoodie I stole from Carl's drawer this morning and tying it around my waist.

Stealing Carl's clothes is something that has become regular for me because, (a) they smell good, and (b.) boys clothes are so much more comfortable than girls. Carl doesn't even mind.

At least the weather is nice for my birthday. I end up picking at my dinner, which we eat really early for some reason, and since Carl still isn't back, I end up not talking to anyone.

I miserably take a shower and wash my hair and put on an oversized button up shirt and some comfortable pants. I put the curtain down in my cell, close the door and climb into bed.

I feel restless and hot and after awhile I pull my shorts off and slide my legs back under the thin blanket and desperately try to fall asleep but I can't. I feel hot and uncomfortable and miserable.

After an hour or two I hear the door open and Carl's footsteps which I have memorized the sound of.

I hear the unmistakable sound of him taking his coat off and putting his knife and gun, which Rick gave back to him a while ago, on the dresser. I'm a little surprised when I feel the bed sinking down as he lays down next to me since he usually only sleeps with me when he has bad dreams.

I turn around and am met with those familiar piercing blue eyes and I can't hold it in anymore. A small sob escapes my lips as tears pour out of my eyes. Why am I letting my birthday get to me this much? This isn't my first birthday in the apocalypse, but it's the only one I've known exactly when it was.