Survive or Die(Walking Dead/Carl Grimes Fan Fic)

Chapter 5

Survival can be summed up in three words - never give up. That's the heart of it really. Just keep trying.
-Bear Grylls

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As I lay listening to James steady heart beat,I heart Lori come in.

"It's dinner time." She said softly to my brother. He nodded. He shook me softly. "Hey Flor,it's dinner." I nodded and went out of the tent with him following behind. I went to the house and saw the whole group with Hershel's family sitting down,smiling,laughing and eating.

You don't see this kind of scenes often when your fighting for your life. I smiled and looked for an open chair. I saw that the only one left was in between Carl and James. Well this will be awkward.

I decided first to get Daryl something to eat. I grabbed some pieces of chicken and went up. I knocked 3 times on the door. "Come in." A rough voice said. I slowly went in. I saw dad lying down on the bed. He grinned. "Saved me some food eh?"

I smiled and rolled my eyes. I handed him the plate and watched his greedily eat it all. Damn he has an appetite..

Then I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and saw Carol smiling and holding a plate of food. She smiled at me. "Hi can I come in?" She said softly. I nodded and let her in.

Daryl saw her and unconsciously pulled up his sheets. Carol smiled and gave him food. My eyes widened. "You gonna eat that Daryl?!" I said shocked. He grinned at me. "I'm still hungry so..." He said while staring at the plate of food.

I rolled my eyes and left the adults to do their talk. I went down and sat in between James and Carl.

Let the awkwardness session begin.

James grinned and dug into his food. I winced. How does he eat like that?

He eats like Ronald Weasely.

"So..Florence,James where did you come from before?" Glenn asked while seeking glances at Maggie.

"We hail from Atlanta." James piped up while stuffing his mouth with chicken. Typical..

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your parents?" Maggie asked. My breathing faltered for a moment and so did James.

"Umm...." James mumbled while setting down his utensils and wiping his mouth.

"We don't exactly know. But I saw our mom get bitten in front of my eyes and our dad...that's a different story." I said.

Maggie smiled sympathetically. "If you don't mind me asking again...what happened to your dad? I'm sorry if I'm pushing you Florence but we have to know your background.."

James immediately stood up and pushed his chair back roughly and stormed out of the dining room. Utter silence followed him. No one dared to talk.

I sighed and folded my napkin. "I'm sorry about him but our father gives us nothing but bad memories." I said. Suddenly realization flashed into Rick's eyes. He sighed and punched the bridge of his nose.

"It's ok. You don't have to talk about it Florence. I understand. I'm really sorry." He said.

I nodded. Carl grabbed my hand suddenly and I tried to ignore the sudden pleasant shocks that traveled up. my arm. "What?" I said coldly.

"Sorry. It's just that my dad said "sorry" so I know something bad happened between you and your dad and I'm sorry..." He said sadly.

"Thank you." I said stiffly while I pushed back my chair and set off to find James. Stupid idiot. Where did he go?