A/N So I'm thinking of making the next chapter almost a one shot since that episode is on Andrea and Michonne, BUT I don't know what to write about! So maybe one of you can comment an idea. Seriously, I have no idea....
Carter's P.O.V
Walking to the lunch room, we follow who we now know as Tomas into the pantry. Walking inside, we notice there's still, well a shit ton left. I let out a small airy laugh, seeing all this making my mouth water.
" This is what call a bit of food?" I question, seeing Daryl's mouth watering as well.
" Goes fast," Tomas explains, which I only scoff at, Daryl doing the same.
" What's in there?" Rick questions, pointing at a door. I walk, the big guy named Big Tiny warning me not to. " Open it." I pull it open, turning my head away from the stench of rotten meat. I cough, slowly closing the door before turning around, looking at Rick. I shake my head no, giving a akward cough.
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Carter's P.O.V
" Why do I need this, when I've got this?" Tomas questions, showing the gun in his hand, the other holding a crowbar.
" You don't fire guns. Not unless your back's up against the wall. Noise attracts them, really riles them up," Daryl explains.
" Anyone breaks ranks, we could all go down, anyone runs off, they could get mistaken for a walker, end up with an axe to the head."
" Aim there. They only go down with a headshot," I add.
" Ain't gotta tell us how to take out a man chica."
" They ain't men. They're something else," I emphasize.
" Just remember, go for the brain," Rick states, ending the conversation.
We walk through the corridors, going through slowly to see if walkers arrive.
" Man, it's too dark in here!" Big Tiny exclaims.
" Don't matter, gonna hear 'em before you see 'em," I state, keeping position beside Daryl.
" It's coming!" Axel exclaims, making me and the redneck shush him. Two walkers appear in front of us, making the prisoners scream before hurdling themselves towards the dead. They stab and hit everywhere else except where there supposed to. The four of us stand beside each other, me rubbing the bridge of my nose at their stupidity. My shoulders shake a bit, finding this too amusing before quietening down with a quiet cough, looking at the fools.
Continuing through the corridors, Daryl explains it, step-by-fucking-step. One walkers arrives, us allowing the prisoners to try it, soon understanding. We all stay in formation, finding many walkers, except Big Tiny. A shoot rings out, making me look and see the last walker falling, Tomas having his gun out.
" I'm telling you! I don't feel anything, it's just a scratch!" Big Tiny explains, me looking at the scratch mark on his back.
" I'm sorry man," I whisper.
" You cut that old guy's leg off save his life!"
" Look where the bite is!" Rick points out.
" We can't do anything," I explain, making shortest one named Andrew grow mad.
" I'm al-" Big Ting is cut off by Tomas, him continuously stabbing him in the head, blood splattering all over me, I just stand in shock. A hand grips around my waist, pulling me away. A calloused hand holds my chin, pulling me out of the trance. I slow down my breathing, seeing the redneck's calming face. I nod, give a small twitch of the lip, him wiping the crimson liquid off my face before pulling away. I look over, seeing Tomas moving ahead before we follow.
" You see the look on his face?" Daryl questions as we keep moving forward.
" He makes one move..."
" Just give us a signal," I say, making the sheriff hum in agreement, following behind the group. We go through another room, it looking like the laundry before finding another pair of double doors. Rick throws the keys at Tomas, Rick telling him to open one door, hearing the walkers.
" I got this," he states, trying to pull the door open, only to open both.
" He said one door!" I yell.
" Shit happens!" We stay in formation, me now in between Tomas and T. Killing as many as I can, Tomas swings, barely missing me. He swings again, making me fall as he throws a walker on me, losing my knife in the process. I feel around for it, only for an bolt to go through the walker's head. I push it off me, Daryl helping me up. I look around, seeing Rick's machete he dropped. I pick it up, about to hand it to him until Tomas speaks.
" He was coming at me, chica!" I stop, feeling something strong boiling in the put pit of my stomach. Turning around I look at him, seeing the man staring right back.
" Yeah, yeah I get. Shit happens," I repeat, a small smile on my face. He gives a small breath of relief before I swing the machete. It becomes stuck in his head before I yank it back, his blood hitting my face and clothes. Andrew swings at me, hitting my back with the baseball bat. I fall to my knees, groaning in pain, hearing murmured voices and a small 'I got him' before footsteps are heard. A hand grips my arm, pulling me up into a standing position. I shake my head, trying to keep my vision straight.
" You good?" two voices ring out. I look up, seeing two Daryls before they become one, his voice becoming normal. " You okay?" I nod my head, feeling the pain my back but ignoring it. I look around, trying to find Rick, seeing Oscar and Axel on their knees.
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Carter's P.O.V
Walking back to our cells, Rick explains we found the last two prisoners a cell block. The group explaining to us how Lori saved Hershel, him now up and about on the bed.
I go back to my cell cracking my back. Moaning in pain while grumbling curse words at Andrew, I sit down in the bed, rubbing my neck. A small knock distracts me, averting my eyes to see Daryl leaning on the door. I give soft smile, looking back down at my feet as he sits beside me, placing his weapons on the top bunk beforehand. I take my shirt off, now in my tank top before turning my back to him.
" Any bruising?" I question. I tremble lightly, feeling his cold calloused hand move the top to look.
" Yeah, not too bad. He didn't have a good swing." I laugh lightly, looking at my hands on my lap. " You okay?"
" Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, looking over my shoulder to see his eyes on my back. I close my eyes, shivering as he feels my scars again. I let out a sigh of relaxation, his lips kissing my shoulder. He hugs my waist, laying his head on my shoulder. I place my hands over his, smiling in content. " You know what's confusing?" I question.
" What?"
" How is it I can go through so much, yet you can still make me smile?" He only hums, not knowing the answer himself. " God, you're something," I mumble, feeling him kiss my shoulder again, sighing in content as well.