Survivor // Carl Grimes (The Walking Dead)

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Episode : Sometime after the episode Coda, which is when Beth was shot during the trade.

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Maya
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I just sat there as I watched Tripp pace back and forth. We escaped the herd by outrunning them. I don't know if Maureen is alive or not, but we're practically dormant without her.

"We have to look for her." Tripp said, breaking the silence.

"How?" I asked. "We're probably miles apart. Who knows how long it'll take?"

"Well, I'm not going to give up that easily." He said, pacing again.

"Tripp, just let her go." I said. "She's probably dead."

"She's not dead, okay? She can't be dead. She's our friend, our best friend, and if you don't want to look for her then go without me."

He did not just seriously say that.

"SHE'S ALREADY DONE FOR, LET IT GO, TRIPP!" I yelled.

He seemed taken aback. I've never felt so angry before.

"Fine." He sighed.

"We'll keep walking." I said.

He followed close behind.

To be honest, we were a wreck without Maureen, but we had to keep going, for her. Where the hell was she?

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Maureen
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"Who are you?" I asked the boy.

"You answer my questions first." He said, sternly.

I gulped. "Fire away."

"How many walkers have you killed?" He asked.

"Walkers?" I replied.

"The undead." He stated.

"I-I don't know. I've lost count." I stuttered.

"How many people have you killed?" He asked.

I felt my whole world shift around me. I remembered the events from since the outbreak first started.

"I... One..." I whispered.

"Why?" He asked.

"Blackmail." I stated.

He slowly processed what I had just said and nodded his head.

"What's your name?" He asked.

"My n-name is Maureen." I stuttered.

"Follow me, Maureen." He said.

"I don't even know your name." I argued.

"My name?" He asked as I nodded.

"It's Carl."

Carl...

"Carl Grimes." He stated.

I stared at him blankly.

He grabbed my arm tightly, I winced.

"What the hell?!" I cringed.

"Just come with me." He said.

He led me out of the shop. I saw three cars gathered around that area. I saw a woman, short brown hair. There was a fire. She was crying.

There was a couple, an older man and woman. He seemed to be upset about something, and the woman was calming him down.

"Dad." I heard Carl call out.

A man turned his head to face us. He had a scruffy beard, and his hair was up to his ears.

"Who is that?" The man said through gritted teeth.

"A girl." Carl said, as his dad raised up his gun, everyone else started to surround us. "Don't hurt her. She's no threat. Sh-sh..."

Carl stopped mid-sentence.

"She did what, Carl?" The man said, still pointing his gun at me.

"She was about to commit suicide."

Everyone stared down.

"She's like Beth..." Carl whispered.

"Who's Beth..?" I asked.