Survive or Die(Walking Dead/Carl Grimes Fan Fic)

Chapter 3

"We could do it, you know."
"What?"
"Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it."
― Suzanne Collins

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I was walking around camp. After the encounter with Carl I've been avoiding him all day. Then Carol called me. "Florence wanna help with the laundry?"

"Sure!" I said to her. There was nothing else to do anyway. Besides surviving in this shitty crappy world. I followed her to a creek where some women were washing clothes. Carol smiled and handed me a basket of clothes. I went down to the creek and started to wash the clothes. Then Beth came up behind me. She knelt down and grabbed some clothes from my basket and started to wash it. I smiled at her in appreciation.

"So Florence how you liking the camp?" She said.

"Well it's nice......."I said. She looked at me. "What is it?" She said concerned.

"It's about...Carl." I said. "He was a dick to me..." She looked at me sadly.

"Maybe he's having his man period or something.." She muttered. I chuckled. "Yeah maybe" I said.

Then she started smiling. "Look who's behind you." She said. I turned around. I saw Carl staring at me under a tree. He was leaning on it with his sherif hat covering his eyes.He saw me staring and smirked. He walked off. I rolled my eyes. Boys...

I went back to camp then I ran into Daryl. "Hey Daryl!" I said.

"Hey Ass kicker!" He said in his southern accent. I grinned. "Wanna go hunting with me?" He said.

I nodded and followed him to the woods. "How was your life before this?" Daryl asked.

I looked down. "It wasn't the best.... Since I was young my dad hits me...when I didn't follow him he'll hit me." I lifted up my pants. His eyes widened when he saw the scar. Sighing I traced it. "I got this when I came home late." I lifted my sleeve. "I got this scar when I forgot to cook him dinner."

I lifted my other sleeve. "I got this scar when I talked back to him. But my mom was there for me. She supported me and tried to beg my father to stop. He hit her too.. School was worse.. They bullied me and tormented me. He also hit my brother but more less.

He thinks men are superior so he hits him less.

My mom and brother tried to make them stop but my dad won't allow them. My mom is dead now..so is my dad. But I don't care if my dad is dead,he deserves it! I hope he was ripped apart by walkers."

Daryl's eyes were red as he tried to hold back his tears. He looked at me and pulled me into a hug. I was shocked since I knew Daryl wasn't like this. He looked at me. "Your not the only one.."
he said sadly.

"My dad used to abuse me too when I was young. Me and my brother Merle always hid in the woods. That's how I became good in hunting and tracking. Then one day Merle just left. He gave up.I was alone with my dad and the beatings became worse. I ran away when this shit happened. Never heard from him since. Hopefully he's rotting in hell now." He said with tears running down his face.

I was shocked. I hugged him tightly.

Everyone has their own demons...

He was like a father to me.

"I wish you were my dad instead." I told Daryl truthfully. He smiled. "Then I'll be your dad." He said.
I smiled and hugged him. (Wow! We are hugging a lot!)

"Thanks...dad!" I said smiling. He grinned.

"Let's go ass kicker!" We walked for a few minutes until we heard a twig snap. Daryl....I meant dad motioned me to follow him. With his crossbow raised he approached the sound carefully. I got my katana and followed. Then we saw a walker chewing on the carcass of a deer.