To survive (A TWD Carl Grimes fanfic)

Chapter 13- what happened?

HI! JUST SO THERE IS NO CONFUSION KEEP IN MIND FEOM NOW ON THOSE PEOPLE THAT CAME LIKE MIRACLE ABD ZACK WERE JUST FROM A TOWN NOT FROM WOOD BURY.

Zoeys POV~

My vision becomes clear I'm in a dark room. I try to squirm but found my hands are bound. fuck.

Earlier that day

I walked walking out of the gaurd tower, basically telling Carl to piss off. Again. this was like the third time this week. and if it didn't come a cross that way it was meant to. I heard that maggie and Glenn were going on a run.
"Count me in."
"No. stay here zoey." Daryl said.
"Not gonna happen, I'm going and that's my and the last word on the matter." I think everyone could tell i wasn't fucking around. I hopped in the car and soon we were off. we stopped at a store, got the formula and got out.
We got stopped by a man with the same redneck accent as Daryl. he only had on hand, but the stump was a makeshift bayonet. I tuned out the conversation. this was the man I believed to be merle. we drove. but I didn't think about being kidnapped at the moment, my thoughts drew to Carl. he had been trying for the past week to earn my forgiveness. but I had three good reasons that stated NO. reason one: he meant everything he said. reason two: he was to good for me and needed someone better. Reason three: I don't need to be hurt any more. We pulled up to some odd scrape metal gates. the were tall and gaurded. a bag was placed over my head once inside. i was brought in to a room the bag was pulled off, and i dozed off.

Now

a few minutes of squirming passed, and the door opened. a man with an eyepatch came in. swear to god if i wasnt tied to this chair i wouldve thought he was nice.

"hello, welcome to woodbury. not that youll ever see outside. so wheres your group." i was screwed either way. but i chose to protect the ones i love.

"i aint tellin' you shit!" i spat on his shoe. then he, he.... laughed!?!?

"you poor little girl." i soon found out that the knives he brought in were not to toture me, but to cut off my cloths. cant i go somewhere without being fucking raped. when he left i started to bawl. i heard a large amount of gun fire, and muffled yells and screams, but i didnt care. just then he came back, and started doing what he did before. all my clothes are litterally torn apart. just then door opened. in came rick, daryl, and carl. daryl beat the govener, but we didnt have time to shoot him. rick picked me up and left without daryl. i was mostly naked, and wouldve been embarressed but i dint get to be. we got to the car and they left, it was just me maggie, and glenn. we waited glenn gave me some shorts that were in the back. i got into the car, and cried. they came back, with MERLE. i was pissed. he is the one who kidnapped us. carl jumped in the car. i know im supposed to be mad at him, but i wasnt. well not right now. he took off his shirt and gave it to me. he was kind of unsure what to do. you could see it. so i hugged him, and cried into his bare chest. and i just cried. he rubbed my back. and i sat up and looked into his eyes.

"so i talked to the walkers"

"really?"

"yeah. listen zo i need you to stop being mad. i need you zo." he pleaded.

"i just dont know if i can go throught that again.'

"what do you mean?" he looked scincerly and utterly confused.

"carl, i told you everything. i gave you my trust. and what you said, you meant it. i should know better than anyone what drunks are like. i told you that to. if i let you in again and take down my walls i dont want to be hurt again."

"i didnt mean it."

"but carl, when people are drunk they say the truth."

"or they say a mistake. i was drunk and tempered. i didnt mean it. take me back."

"sometimes its better to be alone. so nobody can hurt you."

"i wont hurt you."

"carl i, i dont know-" he leaned in and kissed me. and this kiss had no lust all love, all of it. every drop.

"now. zo i love you that wont change. i wont hurt you ever again. even if it means never getting drunk again." i looked in his eyes, and he meant it.

"okay. one chance. thats all you get." he hugged me. just then daryl nocked on the window. i got out and he hugged me. so many huggs.

"oh kid, are you okay,"

"ye-"

"i mean of course your not okay but how are you doing?"

"im fi-"

"of course your not, im mean-"

"daryl!"

"oh, sorry. im just glad your safe. but i wanted to tell you, im leavin' with merle." after some bickering he got his way. i got back into the car, and i cuddled up with carl. he moved away kind of, so i sat up with my head down. i soon figured out why he moved, he put his index finger under my chin lifting my head.

"zo! oh my god your all bruised and cut." i was pretty banged up, but i was fine. i moved his hand away. and looked down.

"im fine carl."

"no your not, your hurt!"

"carl, really im fine!"

"im so sorry, i didnt mean to let this happen to you." he hugged me and i winced. my side hurt, alot. he lifted up my- his shirt. and lets just say my ribs did not look like they should.

"holy shit! zoey look at this, we need to get you to hershel!" i nodded, i knew there was no point in fighting him. he yelled to everyone about the situation. soon we were off. i whimply laid down on carls lap and he played with my hair. he whispered.

"thank you." i was confused.

"thank you for what? you saved my life, and you gave me your shirt. wich by the way is super comfy. i dont think youll be getting it back any time soon." he smiled. i did love this shirt, it smelled like him and felt like him. i felt so safe and assured. the shirt brought some of that. it was a good thing i wasnt wearing any really good cloths when i got kidnapped. i wore good clothes around carl, only reason to wear them.

"for forgiving me. i dont think i would have lasted much longer without you. DONT EVER leave me again" i smiled. he had basically been groveling the past week so....

"okay." i pecked his lips wincing from the pain it brought me to sit up." i" i did it again. "wont"again. "and" again "your" again "Welcome." we pulled up to the prison. carl picked me up bridal style.

"carl i can walk you know."

" i know, but you shouldnt right now." and he walked on, bringing me to hershel.hershel basicaly told me i had a few weeks to live..... no jk (i bet you all just almost died ha) no he just told me i had five broken ribs, and needed to rest. i layed down in the bed. i was about to fall asleep, when someone came in. i turned to see carl right there, in the doorway. he came in and sat down in a chair.

"hey stranger, my names zoey whats yours?" he laughed and sat down then laied on the bed.

"what about dar-, nevermind."

"daryls not here, carl you must be siked."

"why?" then i raisede my eyebrows and he got it.

"oh i get it."

"no shit sherlock!" and he snuggled close to me. and we drifted off to sleep. he was the boy of my dreams. he was the best thing that ever happened to me.

HI I HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS CHAPTER. NO CLIFF HANGER, I THINK YOU ALL MIGHT BE A LITTLE EXCITED.