A/N: A little bit of fluff for you guys, considering that the season is over and I’m sure pretty much all of us are screaming inside. And, well, outside, too. - Katie
“I bet you you can’t get to that rock over there before I can,” says Carl, pointing forward towards a giant rock with his index finger.
We’ve been walking for a little while. We’re all in pretty good moods, even considering the circumstances. I guess that we’re all pretty tired and are just hoping that this Terminus place can be home. It’s kind of far away from where we are now, but a little faith never hurt anyone.
Technically.
“What do I get if I win?” I ask him, smirking.
He mulls it over for a moment. “I’ll carry you.”
“You think you’re a faster runner than me or somethin’?” I ask him, swinging our intertwined hands. He looks skeptically at me.
“No,” he starts, “but I do think that dress will slow you down a little.” I smile.
“You just admitted to being slower than me,” I say, and hear Michonne and Delilah chuckle from behind us.
He squeezes my hand. “I did not!” he states.
“Did too!” I laugh. “Ask them!” I say, pointing behind us with my thumb. Carl turns his head around, asking them silently. I hear Michonne chuckle. “Hey, now. Can’t deny what’s already been said.”
I let go of his hand and cross my arms in front of me with a satisfactory smile on my face. It’s nice when things feel light. There’s nothing wrong going on right about now. Everything’s just.. okay. Carl crosses his arms in front of him, mimicking me.
“I guess there’s only one way to truly find out who’s the faster one, then, huh?” I ask him, and take off running past Rick, who’s been in front for a while. “Hey, that’s cheating!” I hear Carl yell behind me, before his footsteps pick up speed. “Come on, mans-land!” I grab my dress to make it easier to run in it, though it barely helps. The big rock is only a few feet away when he jumps and does a somersault in order to beat me to it, landing hard in the rough grass beside the train-tracks. I lean a hand on the big rock to catch my breath, and he props himself up on his elbows from where he’s laying on the ground.
“Hah!” he breathes out, catching his breath.
“No, ‘hah!’” I say. “Jumping is against the rules!”
“What rules? We’re in a freaking zombie apocalypse!” he laughs.
I chuckle a little. “Well, there is no way that I am going to carry you.”
“Ah-ah-ah, a bet’s a bet!”
“Nope. Not when you’re a cheater-cheater-pumpkin-eater!” I giggle at my silliness, but he really just brings that side of me out sometimes.
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Another Chance ~Carl Grimes Love Story~
FanficBoth of her parents have been dead for a month and a half, and when stuck in a world of flesh-eating monsters by herself, 14 year old Emma Peterson believes that life isn't really worth living anymore. But, will all of that change when she meets Car...
