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 turned to see Carl storming off away from his dad and heading this way to get back to the cell block. I watched sadly as he came my way. I began walking over to Rick to see what I could do to help when suddenly a voice causes me, and unknowingly Carl, to stop dead in my tracks.
"Walsh?"
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A young male voice called the last name I had went by before the apocalypse. There was something familiar about the voice, but it sounded deeper. Something about it unnerved me and brought horrible memories back.
I watched as the boy, who had been speaking with Rick momentarily, slowly approached me. At first I was confused at who this guy was, but the second my bluebell made contact with emerald green that changed. My breath caught in my throat.
"Reeves?" I asked, swallowing the lump that formed in my throat. He awkwardly placed his hand on the back of his head, rubbing his blonde locks with a smile. By now I could sense my group's eyes, along with a few from Woodbury, on us.
"Actually, I go by Alexander now." He stated, awkwardly. He pulled his hand away from his head. "It's good to see you though, Walsh. I thought the worst when I saw yours and the Grimes's houses burnt down."
Suddenly, he hugged me taking me by surprise. I could see Daryl and Carol tense from the corner of my eye and the redneck grabbed his crossbow. I placed my hand up to signal that it was okay, which seemed ease him a little, but not enough to put the weapon down.
Alexander pulled back. "Sorry. It's just good to see a familiar face." He looked over my shoulder before gaining a wide smile. "Is that Carl?"
I turned my head to see the blue eyed sheriff's boy watching us with his hand on his gun. I nodded and mustered up the best smile I could at the moment. "It is." I stated quietly, looking away from the boy.
"I'm sorry for being this awkward, Walsh. Especially after.." Alexander trailed off, though I knew what he was referring to.
I nodded in understanding. "It's alright. But it's Emily. I don't go by Walsh anymore." I stated. He nodded, mentally making a note of the change.
Before he could say anything, Rick walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Everything okay?" He asked, sternly.
I looked up at the man and nodded. "Everything's fine. You remember Alexander Reeves, correct?" I asked, gesturing to the boy who seemed to cower in Rick's presence.
"I do. Used to be friends Carl." Rick have a nod. "Em, can I speak with you for moment?"
I looked to Alexander, who understood that he wasn't needed for this conversation. He gave me a smile and Rick a small nod before walking over to a girl our age, who I assumed was from Woodbury as well.
