Hello My fellow weirdmates, this is my very first fanfiction so i would very much appreciate it if you would bare with me. Thank you for finding my profile and i hope you enjoy reading my story!

A little insight on this fic would be simply so say, it is NOT a Richonne fic. This is a Carl/Michonne fic, and if you do not like it, then carry on with your life

Disclaimer- I do not own ANY of the TWD characters at all, because if i did there would be little Michonne's everywhere.

The Teacher

'Some of the greatest battles will be fought within the silent chambers of your own soul'

Chapter 1

It was almost dawn and Carl was still wide awake. He thought maybe it was his bad case of insomnia coming back to bite him in the ass. Tomorrow he would be going to a different school because him and his dad moved in with a "Susy Homemaker", so he has to suffer the consequences. He did his best to argue his point but it was no use as it seems his dad has his head too far up his ass.

He looked at the clock which now read 5:49.

"Shit," he said, "might as well take a pill."

He threw the covers off of himself as his feet hit the cold floor. He thought to put socks on but it was no use since he was going to take them back off. While he proceeded out of his room, he stopped in front of his father's room hearing the bed creak and groan.

'Disgusting,' he thought. 'Judith's only a door away from them.'

He then continued his journey down the stairs, not wanting to listen to anymore of his father and Jessie being intimate. As he made it to the kitchen, he then opened the refrigerator and took out the pitcher of water and then went to the pantry to look for his sleeping pills he hid behind boxes of old cereal. No one really ate them, so why not put the shit to use?

"Ahem."

Carl froze, and slowly turned around then breathed a sigh of relief.

"What the hell are you doing up Sam?" he asked the 9 year old boy.

"I-I I only wanted some juice, and I didn't want to disturb anyone sleeping." Sam stuttered out. It seemed as if the child was being forced to talk, so Carl didn't want to push the matter any further and went back to the fridge to grab the Minute Maid Tropical Punch and then proceeded to pour himself some water and Sam's juice and put both contents back inside of the fridge.

As him and Sam sat in silence drinking their beverages, he decided to get pulled into his thoughts. The thoughts he had tried to avoid for so long, he knew it was only a matter of time. He thought of how him, his father, and Judith got where they are today, and how it seemed pointless to start over. He remembered the heartbreak, the tears. He remembered everything, so he thought his father deserved another chance at love. As he reminisced, he didn't notice his eyes glossing over. Barely noticing the familiar emotion. Until he heard someone call his name.

"Carl!" Sam whisper-yelled.

"What?," he snapped. "What the hell do you want now brat!?" He didn't mean to come across as shitty, but the feelings were overwhelming him and clouding his thoughts.

"Yo-you're crying." He whispered while fiddling with his thumbs.

He's never been one to show his emotions, so to say he was embarrassed was an understatement.

"I'm fine kid," he wanted to snort at what he said "go back to bed."

Sam, seemingly unconvinced, looked at Carl with a skeptical look as if he was hesitating to say what was on his mind. But then, he finally caved.

"Okay," Sam seemed troubled. He knew Carl was not really fond of him. He looked as if he was stuck between a rock and a hard place. "Goodnight Carl." he said quickly then hurriedly rushed around the corner.

Carl let his lips upturn a little. He finished his glass of water off and downed 2 pills in one go. He knew one wouldn't keep him asleep.

As he made his way back to his room, he stopped in front of Judith's room. He considered going inside to check on the toddler or just going back to his room. He decided to pick the first and opening his baby sister's door.

He walked in and towards the crib in the middle of the room and there lay Judith in her cute onesie looking as peaceful while he thought about how Judith could be the only one to keep him level headed….Focused. He loved his sister to the death of him, so as the memories of the the tragic accident and how he could've lost her came flooding back, he let a few tears slip and bent down to kiss her on the cheek while whispering "I Love You's" over and over again. Before his emotions got the better of him, he left the room and walked down the hall to his room and shut the door.

He walked to his bathroom and progressed on to wash his face then headed back to lie down. This was the time his demons consumed him. Took over his subconscious. All the while he couldn't do nothing about. Wouldn't do nothing about. So as he lay staring as his ceiling, he thought 'Not this time'. It was time for him to let go. 'Not this time.' And sleep consumed him.

Hiya It's Amarellis! Let me know what you think. Review, Follow, Etc.

I might not take constructive criticism well, but hey i'd appreciate the honesty. Thanks for reading I hope you enjoyed!

Note: The next chapter will be about Michonne. And I'm guessing you'll know what her role is in this story ;P.

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