zoeys POV~
i went back to my cell. and flopped down on the bed, i felt bad for carl. i went to cheer him up but i might have just made it worse. i fell asleep. laster that night i woke up. it was around eleven so i got up for some water. carl was still on watch. i think he had watch tonight. so i went out to the kitchen, i turned on my tip toes to reach the bottles.
"hey sweetass," the voice was slurred, but unmistakably it was. Carl. he kind of stumbled over.
"oh my god carl, are you drunk?" i was shocked wasnt he on watch, nevermind that where did he get the alcohol.
"only a little, but that dont matter right now." he slurred as he stumbled towards me. he kissed me up against the counter, but i stopped him.
"carl, its late lets get you to bed. and we can disscuss this later." he stopped me.
"no, no, no im fine. stay here." he tried to kiss up my neck but i stopped him.
"im gonna go get daryl, or your dad." he put out his arm stopping me. he pushed me back with a little more force. he was kind of scaring me in all honsty. he gestured to the counter.
"you, me on the counter. NOW." he was so angry. he was just like my father. now i was upset. he pressed against me.
"carl, no stop" put his hands up my shirt, lifting it. i tried to squirm but that only made him push on me harder. he unbuttoned my pants and tried sliding them down. finally i slapped him.
"what the fuck was that for!?" he screamed.
"carl i-"
"for trying to show ya a good time?" he scowled. i took my shirt and slipped it on. then buttoned my pants.
"i cant believe you, carl"
"bitch! im to good for you. i date you out of pitty, not because i really love some slutty, bitchy, weak, scuicidel whore!" my eyes glazed over with tears. i loved him i told him everything. we stayed up talking for hours on end when we couldnt sleep. i told him things i havent told anyone. he really felt like this.
"i geuss its true, peoples true colors shine through when ther drunk and the truth comes out. dont talk to me! ever!" and i ran out sobbing. i ran out side. and to the gaurd tower i went in. i saw six empty beer bottles and a broken bottle of whiskey. so he was definatly drunk. but that didnt change my opinion. so much for i love you, and ill change. i loved him, i always will but i cant not after that. he drank his problems away. he was just like my father in so many ways just now. i fell asleep right there, trying to escape my problems.
carls POV~
whatever. she was such a bitch. why was i even dating her in the first place. uggh. i stumbled over to my cell and fell asleep, i can tell her off tomorow.
i woke and my head hurt like fuck. wow i really did get drunk. and hangover sucks so far. i dont remember anything. ill go see zoey tell her about it. just then memories came flooding back. me with zoey, what i called her. she told me never to speak to her again. oh god not her. not now. was she drunk too, maybe i can play it off. so i walked out of my cell. and went to zoeys, she wasnt there. i checked all over then finnaly checked the guard tower. she was in there in the corner. staring of ito space.
"hey zoey." i spoke timid, i didnt know what to expect.
"what do you want grimes.' she spoke harshly with a hiss.
"about last night i was drunk-"
"yeah i know" she gestured to the bottles on the floor.
"listen, what i said. i was drunk, i didnt mean any of it."
"no. thats where your wrong. you did mean it, the look in your eyes. it hurt carl. people say what they want to say or what there scared to. id know more than anyone. but why would you even care to listen to a slutty, bitchy, weak, suicidel whore!" tears welled in her eyes.
"zo i just want to talk." she tried to walk away. i grabbed her wrist, she shrugged it off.
"talk to the walkers" and she walked off.
shit. what have i done. the only girl i love, hates me. i dont know what happened. ive got to make this right. but how.
HEY GUYS HOW IS HE GONNA MAKE IT RIGHT
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To survive (A TWD Carl Grimes fanfic)
FanfictionZoey, was alone for two years. Two years in this shithole. She had recently escaped a camp. When she comes across a group. She knew love is weak and survival is all she should care about, but she didn't seem to care after she met a boy. She cared an...
