You're Not Alone (TWD/Carl Grimes)

Chapter Four

{if you don't get the gif because it doesn't go with the chapter at all it's just basically what Carl is thinking about}

"Keep moving..." Carl shook his head and rubbed his temples with his dirt-covered fingers, clearing his mind of any negative thoughts.

It's been two weeks since his encounter with those strangers, and no sign of his group. He's been searching for what's felt like forever.

He thought he heard someone call his name, but then again, he's pretty sure he's gone insane.

Flashbacks from the prison, his old sanctuary, still hover in his mind. The most prominent is when Hershel was brutally murdered.

[guessin y'all know who Hershel is lmao]

Carl had been walking along the traintracks all day. It seems like he's near a little shopping center. He thought he could go in and try to look for food, but if there's any "unwanted guests," he'd be screwed.

"I would kill for a burger and good sleep," he said to himself. He thought that he might as well have a conversation with himself if he can't do it with anyone else.

"Dad!! Michonne?! Glenn!?!" he shouted, hoping for a response. He's hopeless now, the thought of finding anyone is distant. But he still tries.

Him screaming attracted a few lone walkers to limb toward him. He let out an exaggerated groan and went over to kill them-again.

"Jesus Christ, it's hot as fucking hell," he exclaimed, fanning himself with his old hat. He ran his fingers through his over-grown hair and almost immediately ripped them away to wipe the grease on his bloody shirt.

"Ew," he cringed.

Carl tried to remember the last time he showered was, and simply could not. But he knew it was sometime at the prison.

I could go for a hot shower, he thought.

Faint moans and snarls came from behind him, getting louder and louder as he slowed down to look behind him. A herd has been following him.

"What the hell..?" he mumbled to himself before turning back around and running off.

He was running as fast as he could, panting and breathing heavily. He looked over his shoulder to see the walkers becoming more distant. Normally, he'd kill them all. But he has no ammo to do so.

He slowed down a little to regain his breath.

"Hey, kid!" he heard someone call out.

He whipped his head in all directions, trying to figure out where the small voice was coming from.

"Over here!!"

He turned to see a girl, she looked to be around his age, poking her head out of a window of a large building. She had bright blue hair that caught his eye almost immedietly.

"C'mon! Get your ass up here or get torn apart! It's your choice."

He ran as fast as his legs could carry him to the building the girl was in. Finally, he thought. Someone living, someone breathing. Someone that doesn't want to eat my insides.

The door flew open, Carl running in and tripping over a few things and falling. "Ow," he laughed and brushed off his pants.

"Get up," the girl he had seen at the window demanded, "we have some work to do. Come with me." She stuck out her hand to help Carl up and he gladly took it.

He followed her up a long flight of stairs to the top floor. She took him into a room and the both stood at a window.

"Because of you, now there's a pack of skin crawlers coming our way. I have guns and a whole bunch of silencers so you're gonna help me kill them before they break down the door and kill us. Got it?" she told him with an attitude and cocked an eyebrow.

Carl shook his head vigorusly.

"By the way, I'm Bryn."

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Author's Note:

thank y'all for reading! i hope you liked this chapter.

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