It's been almost eight months since they left the farm. Despite Rick killing Shane, Emily and Carl remained the best of friends. This changes when feelings that weren't there before spark up and change their friendship forever.
When the group finds...
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I was awoken by the loud sound of the cell block door banging shut. I looked around my cell for moment and realized no one was there before throwing my head back onto the flat pillow. I took a deep breath and sighed. The feeling of having a long day before me washed over me as I decided to finally get up and put my dirty converse on.
During the night, I didn't hear Rick or the others come in, so I knew they weren't back yet. Because they weren't back yet, everyone was still playing the waiting game. The waiting game is one game I couldn't stand playing. I was always a patient person before, but now that the lives of my family is in danger my patience has flown the coop.
"Do you want to help me make her bottle?" Beth's soft voice suddenly rang through my ears as I tied my last shoe. I looked up to see my blonde friend holding the baby I had sworn to protect along with her bottle. I gave her a small smile and nodded before standing up and following her down stairs. Knowing I wasn't going to say much because I had just woken up, Beth spoke, "Carl asked us not to wake you. After you went missing and running off to help the new people yesterday, he wanted you to take a break."
A sense of warmth came to my chest as the redness hit my cheeks. Maybe my prayers were being answered. Maybe he wasn't going to shut us out completely. He just needs some time to cope.
Beth handed me the bottle and stopped walking before she continued speaking, "He really cares about you, you know? While you were gone, after what happened to.. He didn't really talk to anyone. He just held his sister, stared off into space. He had this look of heartbreak. One caused from more than just losing a parent."
I looked down at the bottle in my hands, trying to hide the blush and slight tears coming to my eyes. I wasn't over Lori's death, and didn't know exactly how to help Carl. His form of grief was different than mine. "Well, I guess you could say that he was heartbroken because he thought he lost his mom and best friend in the same day."
"No, Emily. I feel like it was more than that." She paused for a moment, looking down at the baby in her arms. "Some days I wish I could get inside both of your heads. I wish I could help you cope or even understand how you two rely on each other so much. I have never seen a friendship like the one you have with Carl. And to be honest, I'm a little jealous."
"Why would you be jealous?"
"Because you two are so close and protective of each other. There's no one here my age that I have bond with like you two have. Honestly, I could see y'all being such a cute couple." Beth gushed a little as a smirk came to her face. She turned to look at Carl, who was guarding the barred door that led to the break area of the cell block. Luckily, he couldn't hear our conversation or else I would die of embarrassment. "I'd give anything to see a guy my age."
"That's the thing though." I felt myself beginning to lose my blush as the words began to leave my mouth. "I don't want to be Carl's girlfriend just because I am the only girl available. I want Carl to like me because I am me, not because I'm just here and we can't control our hormones."
