Another Chance ~Carl Grimes Love Story~

Chapter 24 - Immune

I wake up on my bed, Carl’s arms wrapped around my waist. I feel his steady breath on my shoulder, and feel somebody touch my arm. I shoot my eyes open, flinching before I see Michonne. “Relax, girl. It’s just me,” she says, smiling. I take Carl’s arm off of me, careful not to wake him up. “I was told to wake the two of you up, but you seemed so cozy, I could barely bring myself to,” she says. I smile and punch her arm a little, standing and rubbing my eyes.

“Oh, hush,” I say through a yawn.

She chuckles. “Wake up sleeping beauty and come down and eat.” She smiles and I watch her leave, turning my attention towards my pile of dresses on the ground.

I see a knife lying on the pile, thinking maybe Delilah put it there in the night. Very protective, as I said before. I pick one of my dresses out and am about to change when Carl’s eyes flutter open.

“Morning,” I say, happy. He stretches, yawning. “Morning,” he says.

“Michonne just woke me up. Time for you to get your butt moving out of this room so that I can change,” I say. He frowns at me.

“This bed is extremely comfortable.”

“I don’t see what that has to do with anything,” I say, putting a knee on the bed.

“It means, I really don’t wanna get up,” he says, pouting.

“Well, I really need to change,”I say, mocking him.

“Go ahead, nobody is stopping you,” he says, smirking. I punch him in the arm. “Hey! That actually hurt that time.”

I giggle a little. “Good! Now you can either turn around and bury your head into that pillow or get out so that I can change,” I say, wishing I hadn’t given him the other option, because he turns around and does just as I say. “You’re impossible.”

“I’m waiting!” he yells through the pillow.

I laugh before slipping out of my other dress and quickly putting on the new one. “All right, you can turn around now,” I say, zipping up my combat boots. He sits up and looks at me. “You’re really pretty, you know?” he says. He’s in a very good mood.

I smile, grabbing his arms and lifting him from my bed. “You’re really pretty, too. Now, let’s go eat some breakfast.” He stands and wraps an arm around my waist, kissing my cheek. “Fine, but only because you called me pretty.”

***

When we had made it downstairs and were about halfway through our bowl’s of stale cereal, holding each other’s hands, Michonne came in to eat with us. She’s wearing a giant white shirt. Carl starts laughing and I hit him playfully on the arm. “Do you have something to say about my extremely comfortable and attractive shirt?” she asks, rolling up the sleeves.

“No, no, it looks great,” Carl says through laughs.

“Don’t listen to him. You look fabulous,” I say, smiling. She takes a seat across from me and pours herself a bowl. “I wish we had some soy milk,” she says. I take a bite from my spoon.

"Seriously?” asks Carl, looking disgusted.

“Yes, seriously. Have you ever tried it?”

“My… My best friend in third grade. He was allergic to dairy. And every day he would bring this soy stuff to lunch.” He chuckles. “And I tried it,” he says.

“And?” she asks.

“And I threw up!” he laughs.

“Yeah, right!” I say, laughing.