Together ~ A Carl Grimes Fanfiction

Chapter Three

It's almost dusk by the time we get settled. I have to leave all my clothes to be cleaned. Before I do I go back to Carl and my cell. I ask if he has any spare, clean clothes that I can borrow. I settle for a long checked shirt and a belt to loop round.

I drop my three outfits off to be cleaned for the first time since we were back in Scotland. Then I go for a shower. The prison has running water. It's cold, but it's still a priveledge.

I wash my hair and body, put on Carl's shirt and belt. I tie my hair up and return to the cell. I feel Carl's eyes on me as I climb up to my bunk, which makes me feel giddy.

"It's cold in here, " I state, "Got any spare socks?"

Carl gets up and rummages around and gives me a pair of football socks. "Thanks." I say with a smile, though I'm not sure if he can see in the gloom.

"No problem." he says, "Night. " He sounds sad. I should comfort him but I don't know how. I've never had a way with words, so all I can say is "Night."

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Carl is shaking me awake. I jump up. At first I'm bewildered and then I realize where I am and I become aware of the tears streaming down my face. I frantically rub at them to make them disappear.

"You were crying and calling out. Are you okay?" Carl asks. He's shirtless and I notice just how prominent his muscles are. He has a gnarly scar on his chest. It must've hurt.

"Yes. Just a bad dream," I say.

"Who's Alice and Lana and... and Seb?" he asks jumping up onto my bunk. I huddle under my blanket.

"Alice and Lana are... were my best friends and Seb. Well, Seb was my boyfriend." I say.

"Oh, " he says. "Are you cold? Here. " He jumps down, grabs his blanket and climbs back up. He crawls under my blanket with me and spreads his own over the top.

"Better?" he asks. I nod.

"You know, you're one of the first people I've seen, to wake up in the morning and not look hideous." he says, which I think is a compliment.

"Um. Thanks. I think. " I stammer. "So... how'd you get the scar?" I ask. I hope it's an okay question.

"I got shot, and Hershel had to operate." he shrugs, like it's no big deal.

"Wow. Battle scar!" I say. We're do close now. I can feel his warmth on my skin. I wonder if he feels the same.

"It was a hunting accident. I was beside a deer. It got shot, the bullet went through and got me. I almost died." He rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Well I'm glad you didn't," I say. I look at him and I can't bear to look away. We both lean forward a fraction of a centimeter a second. So close now. A few seconds later, we lock lips. It's the most amazing thing to happen to me for a long time.

We kiss until we need to come up for air. All I can think is WOW WOW WOW!

"We'd better get to breakfast," he whispers, breaking the spell. I don't want to move but I know I have to.