Gray Skies (A Carl Grimes love story)

Friends

CALIFORNIA'S POV

"So ?How long have you been without a group?" Beth and Daryl asked me in the living space.
"Ever since this thing started." I responded. "Three years."
Daryl arched an eyebrow. "Seems legit. I just I'll have to call you lil ass-kicker number two."
"That's what he calls Judith," Beth stepped in, noting my confusion. Daryl was called over by Rick and Glenn.
"Daryl's full of that kind of stuff," she laughed. "He's really tough, yet sarcastic."
I laughed. I looked down at her sandals.
"Oh my god! I love your shoes! Where did you get them?"
"Oh! Maggie found them on a run! They're exactly my size!"
We began to discuss clothes, probably what girls would talk about when they're not in the crisis of a zombie apocalypse.
Carl spotted us and came our way.
"Hey guys? Whatcha talking about?"
"Shoes." I smirked.
"Oh." He made a face. "See you guys later then."
I laughed and he turned red. It's seems like he's been doing that a lot lately.

Suddenly there were some shouts coming from outside. He grabbed our weapons and followed Rick out the door. There were two teens my age at the gate. One girl and one boy.
"Hey," the boy called. "If you don't let us in, that'll be two more of these things y'all have to deal with." He smirked.
"Lower your weapons!" Rick commanded once we all ran to the gate.
He signaled Carl to open the entrance.

CARL'S POV

I pushed the gates opened and closed it once the people had come in. We all got in a circle around the boy and girl. I noticed he was making eyes at California and I trotted to her side.

CALIFORNIA'S POV

"Are you now unarmed?" Rick yelled harshly.
The girl sighed and rolled her eyes. I didn't like her.
"Yes." She said in an annoyed tone.
The boy just nodded.
"Can we join your group or what?" She said in a diva voice.
Hershal glanced at Rick and shrugged. Rock nodded at him.
"We have three questions!" He said.
"How many walkers have you killed?"
"Um. A lot." The boy said and crossed his arms.
"How many people have you killed?"
"None! We're teenagers!"
"Why?" Mr. Grimes barked.
"Killing people is wrong." The girl answered matter-of-factly.
Rick lowered his pistol. "Fine. Carl, California, show them to a cell."
Carl and I motioned for them to come on. The girl walked past Carl and "accidentally" brushed against him.
"Oh! Sorry!" She pouted.
"Uh... It's ok." Carl said.

CARL'S POV

We all continued to walk to the cells. I was a bit uncomfortable after that girl just bumped into me. As we were walking, I saw the boy slow down to were he could walk side by side to Cali.
"Hey beautiful." He said smirking.
Did he just..?
"So y'all think I'm dangerous? Wanna pat me down?" He said slyly.
"Um.." California said nervously and glanced at me for help.
"Oh? This your boyfriend?" He raised his eyebrows at me. "Trust me, sweetie, you could do a lot better."
California scoffed. "Excuse me? Carl is amazing. And he's not my boyfriend. So shut the hell up."
California called me amazing! I smiled.
The girl piped in.
"Well, then I guess you wouldn't mind if I..." She kissed me on the cheek.
I felt myself turn red. Not because I was kissed, but because I've watched enough movies to know that this was not going to end well.

CALIFORNIA'S POV

Okay. Now I'm mad. I shook it off though, because I didn't want Carl to know that I was jealous. Even though that girl was ten times prettier than me.
So I just shrugged. "Let's just get this over with." We finally arrived at the cell block.
"You guys siblings?" I asked.
They both nodded.
"Then you can share a cell." I said.
"What? No!" They protested.
"Sorry, but we need space for everyone else. You can't each have your own suites. This isn't 'Le Hotel de Prison.'" Carl said. I laughed.
"Enjoy your stay!" I said in a French accent.
And we both slammed the cell door and walked away laughing.

"Did you see the look on their faces?" He said.
"Yea, they were like," I made a face.

It wasn't much, but in situations where the world is ending, you have to laugh at the littlest things. We mimicked them the rest of the evening and I realized: Carl was my best friend again. But more. I think we both know that it's much more.