The Youngest Greene (Carl Grimes fan fiction)

Chapter 15

I wake up sputtering and coughing, with a horrible pain in my throat. Somebody pulls something out of my throat and through my mouth, causing me to start gagging.

After a minute my body calms down and after a few tries I open my eyes. At first everything is blurry, but when it comes into focus, a lot of people are around me.

Daddy, Maggie, Glenn, Rick, and Carl. A breathing tube is beside me. My throat feels horrible. Maggie has tears streaming down her face and Daddy looks close to it.

My eyes focus on Carls face, who looks like he has been crying as well. Were they crying over me? Even Glenn looks like he was crying slightly.

Maggie's loud sobs fill the cell and she bends down and hugs me, making sure not to lean on me at all. She brushes some of my hair behind me. From what I can tell I'm laying on the floor of my cell.

"I'll get the bed cleaned up and then you guys can lift her up onto there." Maggie says, sniffing a few times.

She stands up and pulls the blanket off the bed that I had coughed up blood onto and puts it on the floor for now. Maggie pulls the blanket off the top bunk and puts it on the bed. Rick and Glenn lift me up onto there.

"How come she's not saying anything?" Carl says, his voice breaking a little in the middle.

"I don't think she can right now." Daddy answers him.

I nod my head at Daddy's words to tell them that it's true. The pain in my throat is so bad I don't dare even open my mouth.

"I think the worst of it is over. The best thing we can do now is give her time to rest." Daddy says.

Glenn wraps his arm around Maggie and they walk out the door and Rick and Daddy and Carl follow them. The watch on my dresser says it's almost 4:30am. I close my eyes letting the exhaustion take over my body and I fall asleep.

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A loud scream wakes me up. More and more follow it. I sit up in the bed, not knowing what to do. I can hear people yelling and complete chaos going on down stairs. I pick up Carl's gun that still sits on the night stand. As the cell door swings open I jump and point the gun towards the door only to see Daryl.

"We gotta get out of here." Daryl says, running over to the bed and starting to pick me up.

"Wait! You'll get sick!" I croak out, my throat still extremely sore.

"I ain't getting sick." He growls in his thick country accent.

Throwing his cross bow over his shoulder, he tucks his arm under my knee and the other one around my back. We quickly go down the stairs and run through the big crowds of people.

Rick and Glenn are running through the cell block, and I see them both kill a walker or two. A few dead bodies lay on the ground, and I see Carol help Lizzie and Mika's father into a cell. He has a huge bite on the back of his neck. It's obvious he's not going to make it.

We finally make it out the door and Carl and Maggie stand near the watch tower, both of them with guns in their hands.

"What happened in there?" Maggie asks.

"Walkers attacked the cell block." Daryl grumbles. "Looks like Rick didn't find somebody last night that Patrick bit."

As I look around I notice that Carl isn't really looking at me. He makes eye contact with me for a split second, but then his eyes dart away and he doesn't look at me again. Weird.

Daryl and Maggie are chatting about where to put me for right now.

"We can't bring her into the other cell blocks because she's still contagious, and we can't put her back in there until it's cleared out and cleaned up." Maggie says.