It's been almost eight months since they left the farm. Despite Rick killing Shane, Emily and Carl remained the best of friends. This changes when feelings that weren't there before spark up and change their friendship forever.
When the group finds...
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I placed my bags down with a huff. I carried my normal side bag that I had back at the farm, but I had found a black backpack that I could place more essentials in. I kept my personal items in my side bag mainly, so I could keep things organized. It was a good habit that I had grown into. I needed to know where every thing was in case of emergencies. Luckily, I had found a way to clip my side bag to the backpack, so it wouldn't be on my actual side. It would've only been in the way if I needed to fight.
I slid the bags over to the corner of the room, so I would, hopefully, not trip over them. I inspected the cell that I had picked out. It was what you would expect of a prison cell, except the fact that it abandoned so long ago. I took the pillow and blanket off the tiny mattress and beat the dust off of them before neatly making the bed. I did the same to the top bunk, then laid down on the bottom bunk. I closed my eyes and tried to rest as the day played on rewind in my head.
"Excuse me, Miss, but is this bunk taken?" I heard Carl's voice filled my ears with fake politeness. I opened one eyes to see him holding his bags waiting for me to answer.
"What? Did Hershel refuse to let you stay in a cell with Beth?" I closed my eyes again and draped an arm over my face. I could hear his footsteps get closer until he grabbed my leg and pulled me off the bed. I caught myself before my head could hit the ground then looked at him with annoyance. "What was that for? Scared to admit you have a crush?"
Carl placed his butt in the spot I was previously in and threw his bags over in the corner with mine. "I do not have a crush on Beth. I just.. find her pleasant to look at."
"Did you just say pleasant? When did you learn big words, lover boy?" I scoffed as I got up from the ground and plopped onto the mattress next to him. I couldn't help but notice the slight burning feeling in my chest when he admitted he thought Beth was cute.
"Okay, Beth's pretty." he admitted, looking down almost in shame, "But she isn't the prettiest girl I have ever met."
"Well, then. Who is the prettiest girl you have ever met, Mr. Grimes?" I teased. I smiled as I watched his cheeks turn a deep red. It had been the first time I had ever seen him blush that hard. He adverted his blue eyes from me. Sadly before I could get an answer, Beth called for Carl and I. Since our cell was so far from the cells the others had chosen, her voice echoed.
Carl instantly stood and left the cell before I could even blink. I couldn't help but wonder. Who was the prettiest girl he had ever seen? And why did I get that burning feeling in my chest? I shook it off, then followed after Carl.
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Our first night in the prison was peaceful to say the least. I still slept with one eye open though. It was hard to actually feel safe after being on the run for so long. I knew Carl felt the same way because he kept tossing and turning on the bottom bunk.
When I woke up, Carl was still snoring away. I decided to slip my dirty black converse on, and snuck out to go check on Lori. She was always waking up around the time I did, so I had made a routine of spending most of my mornings with her. I had to admit that I quite enjoyed bonding with Lori, despite Carl's distance from her. I understood why it was hard for him to accept her affair with Shane. Honestly, I didn't like it either because she was married, but part of me felt pity for Lori. The situation was quite a mess, but I had decided to move past it. Rick and Carl hadn't done that yet.
