You're Not Alone (TWD/Carl Grimes)

Chapter Three

Carl scrambled to his feet, wiping his hands on his shirt. His cheeks were bright red, full of embarrassment. He could kill a herd, easily. But couldn't kill three slow ones?

"Thank you," he mumbled.

"No problem, bud, " A man with short, chestnut colored hair and a scruffy beard said with a smile.

He was wearing khakis and a black shirt with tight blue jacket over top, "I'm Jake, this is Mark," he pointed to a boy-who looked about a year older than Carl-with dirty blonde hair and torn up, muddy clothes. Carl couldn't even tell the original color.

"This is Katherine," he nodded to a woman with jet-black hair that was tied up in a tight ponytail. She had dusty jeans on her stubby legs and a navy blue tank-top on.

"And Jackie," Jake looked behind Katherine and reached his arm out.

"Jacks, come say hi to the nice boy." His voice was soft and calming as he coaxed the little girl out from behind Katherine.

A girl, about half the size of Carl, stood in bleach blonde pigtails, a faded pink shirt that spelled 'Love' across the shirt and a pair of boot-cut jeans. She wore over her shirt a black North Face jacket. She reminded him of Sophia, a really young version of Sophia.

"I'm Carl," his voice relaxed.

"Nice to meet 'cha," Mark stuck his hand out for him to shake, which he hesitantly did. Mark had a thick southern accent which irritated Carl.

"Hey, Jackie," Carl smiled, making his voice like Jake's when he talked to the little girl. He crouched down to her eye level so she didn't feel intimidated.

She shyly waved, and ran back to Katherine.

"Nice meeting you guys, but I think I should go..." Carl sternly said as he grabbed his gun from off the ground.

"But son, you're alone. A-and, you're just a kid..."

He glared at Jake before he told him, "you don't know what I've been through, son. Pretty sure I've been through a lot more than you. It doesn't matter how old I am, I can travel on my own, thank you."

Carl turned around and grabbed his bag. He took one step forward before hearing a gun cock in his ear.

"I am not letting you leave, Carl."

"I will shoot every last one of you," he growled.

"But I won't shoot you in your heads. I'll shoot you and you'll die, and you'll come back. Or I can break your ankles and drag you into the street and fire off a couple of shots. Then you can suffer," he added, "so I suggest you let me leave right fucking now."

They stared at him in astonishment.

"Mommy, is he gonna hurt us?" Jackie's small voice peeped.

"No...no, sweetie. I won't let him," Katherine replied to her daughter, then shooting Carl a menacing glare.

"You're screwed up boy," Mark shook his head in shock.

"I know."

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Author's Note:

Merry Very Late Christmas😂

Hope you liked this chapter!!11!1!1 sorry it was so short, but I really wares to end it at something like that. I'll try to make the chapters longer I promise. (:

thanks for reading!!