Hey everyone! This is my first fanfiction, so I'm really sorry if I disappoint. I've decided to make this a short chapter, but I promise to upload another within days! I've chosen to have this story set in season four, at the prison. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy…
Disclaimer- I don't own The Walking Dead or any of its characters.
Oh and just a warning, this story does contain implied non con and some language. (Probably some gore in later chapters, but its TWD, so that really goes without saying)
The sun had scorched Carl's skin as he enthusiastically wandered to the fences of the prison, which had currently gathered a crowd of flesh eating corpses. With a sharpened spear in one hand, he prepared himself to pierce the brains of the many monstrous walkers they would encounter. Clearing the fence wasn't something Carl was asked to do often, but now that Paul had demanded his company for this task, the kid wanted to prove himself.
Paul was a man well trusted in the prison community. Portraying many characteristics quite similar to Rick, he was also looked up to and considered a leader. Much like Daryl, he was also a close friend to Rick who frequently put the man in charge when he was made to go on supply runs.
It was Paul's resemblance to Carl's father which made him feel that he was one to trust. He got along well with the man in what little time they had known each other and Paul had even trusted the teen to accompany him in clearing the fences.
As hours passed and there was now not a walker in sight, both called it a day and decided to head back up to the building. Although Carl was splattered in a considerably repulsive amount of walker blood, it no longer disgusted him much as it would have prior to discovering the prison. Deciding the fluids were best cleaned up anyway, he marched up the gravel road and into his cell before changing into another pair of what very little clothes he had, then absorbing himself in another comic book that Michonne had ever so kindly collected during a supply run.
Too focused on the task at hand, it wasn't until a throat was cleared that Carl had realised he was not alone in his cell.
"Paul…um hey, did my Dad tell you to get me?" that seemed the only reason that anyone has bothered him.
It was the look on the older man's face which made Carl grow uneasy, it wasn't much like the normal friendly demeanour that everybody was used to seeing, but more of a 'I shouldn't be here but I am anyway'. Paul seemed nervous, and only made Carl feel the same way. unsure of what to do, the teen chose to wait for Paul to make the first move, but after a long wait that seemed not to happen,being slightly disturbed he then swung around to grab his weapon, only to hear click of a gun and cold metallic pressure on the bak of his head…
"Don't- Make- a-sound"
Yeah, I know it's really short and kind of terrible but it's my first fic so, yeah.
I will definitely update a longer chapter, as this one was only to get me started. Anyway please review and tell me what you think, also if you have any suggestions on how you would like this story to continue and what you would like to happen, I'd love to hear ideas.