My story
This is a story with the cast of the walking dead season six and up plus another character. Told from Carl's and the new characters POV. Enjoy!
A girl, about my age sprinted past us. I had no idea what her face looked like, but I could tell she was very pale. She wore a red plaid shirt that was way too big for her, covering most of her hands and super tight pants. She had on big black combat boots. On her head she wore a dirty, bloodstained toque, covering the top of her fiery red hair. Strapped to her leg was a big knife and slightly above it was an M-9 pistol. A small backpack was stuffed full, about to burst and a baseball bat was strapped under the bag. She turned back to look at us and I saw big grayish eyes and long lashes. A small button nose and high cheekbones were covered in freckles. She looked like a porcelain doll. If that doll had taken multiple knifes to the face and had been dunked in a mud puddle. Twice. She stopped running and pulled out her gun.
"Get down!" she yelled. Michonne, my dad and I all dropped almost simultaneously. I turned to look behind me and I saw about twenty walkers, all dropping one by one.
"Shit!" the girl yelled, feeling her pockets. She threw the pistol to my dad and a clip of ammo as well. She pulled the baseball bat off her back and started swinging at any walker within two feet of her.
"What the hell are you waiting for? Start shooting!"
My dad grabbed the gun and started knocking down walkers alongside the girl. A few more had come to the sound of shooting, but they were easy enough to get rid of. My dad returned the gun to the girl and she thanked him. Michonne and I got up and went over to where they were talking.
"Where you headed?" my dad asked.
"Anywhere but here," the girl replied.
"I'm Rick, this is Michonne." He gestured towards her. "And my son Carl."
The girl smiled and shook our hands. But she didn't tell us her name. When she went to shake my hand she instead grabbed my hair and kicked me to the ground.
"Drop your weapons or I make him one of them." She nodded towards a walker. She raised her knife to my throat.
"You're half my size!" I said. "I could take you down right now!"
"I don't see you trying."
And with that I threw her over my shoulder and onto the ground. She was obviously winded but she got right back up and pointed her gun at Michonne and my dad and her knife at me.
"You really think that'll take me out? I grew up with two older brothers. They practically raised me. I know my shit when it comes to fighting."
She was smack talking us. I stuck my leg out and kicked hers so she fell to the ground as well.
I took out my own gun and pointed it at her. She immediately pointed hers at me, and pulled out another from her boot that I hadn't seen before.
"I'll pull the trigger." She threatened.
"Bite me." I said.
We both stood up.
A voice spoke from the walkie talkie on my dad's side.
"Rick. You there?"
"Yeah. We found a girl. We're bringing her back."
"Like hell you are!" the girl yelled.
The voice on the walkie spoke again.
"What's her name?"
"None of your goddamn business you mother—"
"What's your name." my dad asked.
The girl picked up her baseball bat and went to swing at him. My dad ducked and Michonne pinned her arms down. My dad bear-hugged her so that her arms couldn't go free, and Michonne grabbed her legs.
"Carl, get the weapons," my dad said. I did as I was told and I followed them back to our camp. The girl kicked and screamed (or tried to) and they just kept on carrying her. We finally got back to Alexandria and locked her in a spare room in mine and my dad's house.
"Sit here and don't let her out. I'm going to go get Daryl. He'll knock some sense into her."
"Wait, you're not gonna hurt her are you?"
"If that's what it comes to. She could be working for Negan or some other people that want us dead. Why else wouldn't she tell us her name?" my dad said. "Keep watch and don't let her out."
I nodded and as soon as my dad went downstairs I went in to the room. She had been disarmed and I was much bigger than her so I knew there wouldn't be any problems.
When I went in I closed the door behind me and sat on the bed next to her.
"Can I leave?" She asked me.
"No."
"Why? I'm better off on my own. If I stay here, and this place gets overrun, I could die. Or if some people that I know and hate show up, I will also die. And if I spend too much time with anyone of you, I'll jump in front of a walker or bullet for one of you instead of running to save my own ass."
"Is that a promise?"
The girl chuckled.
"No."
"What's your name?" I tried.
"Ellie."
"Alright." I stood up and left the room. But I left it unlocked.