The Future is Nigh (TWD Fanfiction)

19 - Final goodbyes - part 1

Michonne can tell I'm not doing well. We swapped places in the car not to long ago. During that time Judith climbed into the back to be with Carl...

My eyes are stinging as if someone squeezed lemons into them, but I don't smell like lemons. I smell like-

'Panda?' Judiths quiet voice whispers. Her hand is on my upper arm. I want to tell her to put on her seat belt but her hand is shaking. I turn in my seat and meet her eyes, sparkling with teardrops.

My breath is caught in my throat. Slowly, very slowly, I allow my gaze to lower.

'Stop the car.' I mumble. 

Judith is as quiet as a mouse. Carl's chest is rising and falling, but only barely. His eyes are closed, he may be between sleep and...

Michonne has stopped the car now. I can hear her turning the keys beside me.

'Judith...' I choke out. I lift my hand and rest my palm on her cheek. Only then I realise I'm shaking too. Sucking in a deep breath I exhale, '... You need to say your goodbyes now.'

Judith shakes her little head, her greasy hair sticking to her neck. 'No!' she cries out. Judith turns away. Both her hands clutching Carls arm.

'I know it's hard.' I wriggle in my seat. 'I know how it feels to lose a brother.'

Judith is crying hysterically, 'I don't want him to go! Please don't leave me Carl.' 

I wipe under my eyes and try to stay calm. Judith lowers her head, resting her cheek on his chest.

'I love you Carl.' Her words fill the car and seep out of the windows until everyone all around can feel her tiny heart breaking in two. 

Judith lifts her head, blood dripping from her clothes. Carl's blood. She doesn't have to say a word. Her actions tell Michonne and I he is gone. Judith reaches for the door handle of the car. Tripping over her feet she falls and hits the ground. Michonne reacts quicker than I do as she runs to her side. Holding Judith in her arms, rocking her back and forth. 

'She's going to be okay, Carl.' I watch Judith as she cries out in pain, the worst kind of pain possible. Saying goodbye for the last time. Judith tucks her arms around Michonnes waist. 'She's in good hands.'

Literally.

A/N - After a long time of not writing anything this is what I spewed across paper. I hope you all had or are having a merry Christmas! What did you all get?
Christmas can be a hard time of year for some, everyday of the year can. And I want every person reading this to know my message box is always open. If you need someone to speak to or just someone to listen I am always here.
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