TWD FANFIC
CARL/OC
Hey, this is my first TWD fan fiction :D please review if you want me to continue, this is only a starter chapter to introduce my character who is named Jasmine or Jazz (I might get everyone to call her jasmine and leave Jazz as a nickname Carl can use, review what you think), she is the same age as Carl, but Carl is older by a month, this fic doesn't go with the storyline of the TV show or comic, but has the same characters :D. Jasmine calls 'walkers', 'stalkers' because they stalk after you also because she finds them creepy. I have read a lot of really good Carl/OC fic's, and I wanted to have a go myself, since season 5 starts in 9 days :D please review it will make my day :D

Disclaimer: I do not own the walking dead or its characters accept for Jasmine.
Any way enough from me :D

This chapter will all be in Jasmine's/Jazz POV:

I walk through a silent Village, my feet getting heavier and heavier with each step. I had been walking for days, trying to seek out a safe place to rest, but with my luck so far I was unsuccessful. I was running on nothing, my rationed food long gone, and the water that once hydrated my body also, gone.
I look around the once populated village, which was now abandoned accept for the odd stalker or two.

'Nothing I can't handle'
I think as I see a stalker coming towards me, I take out one of my many Knives and hurled it at the stalkers head, it landed right between its clouded eyes, it was dead on impact. I walk to it my eyes darting around for any more, when I hear the familiar groan behind me, and before the stalker could even limp another step it was too on the ground, dead.
I check my surroundings one last time, just as my mother taught me, before I knee-led next to the stalker and pulled out my knife. I clean it off with my dirty trouser leg before placing it back in my belt. I walk over to the other stalker, my ears listening for any noises as I pulled the knife out of its head, repeating the same as I did with the other knife, before placing it next to my others.
I had 6 knifes all together including my father's old pocket knife, which I hardly used, it was the only thing I had left of him. I missed my family. It had been 2 months now, 2 months since I lost my mother, 2 months since I lost my farther, 2 months of loneliness and grief, knowing I would never see my parents again, alive that is.
I blamed myself for their deaths, after all it was my fault, it was stupid of me to go off by myself to find food, and I should have just waited, but I never do as I'm told. When my parents came across me I was cornered, in a alleyway with 30 stalkers ready to rip open my flesh, and just as the first one lunged at me teeth baring, my farther shot it, killing it and also drawing all the attention on him and mum.
Just as my father wanted the stalkers turned to him and went after him, while my mother shouted for me to get to safety, it was then I spotted the ladder, I climbed it as quick as my legs and hands would allow,slipping a couple of times on the way.
Just when I reached the top of the ladder, which ended on top of a roof, I heard the first scream, followed by another blood-curdling scream. I shot around, my gaze on my mother as stalkers bit into her limbs, I cry out to her but she was already gone, and seconds later she was just another monster, lunging at my father "daddy!"
I scream as a stalker got through his defence barrier and plunged its teeth into my his shoulder, I hear him grunt in pain which made me sob more.
"daddy"
I shout again as another bit him, tearing on his arms.
"Go baby girl! Get out of here! I love you, don't forget that!"
he says as the teeth of my mother sank into his neck bringing him to the floor where, the stalkers tore his flesh apart in till he joined my mother as a monster. It was only then my body went into action again and I ran in the opposite direction of the Stalkers, in till I found another ladder and swiftly climbed down, I land on the alley floor and run to the entrance were I look towards my Father and Mother one last time, and ran off.

Where I was going I had no idea but I didn't stop in till I reached a huge open field, where I dropped to my knees and sobbed. I shiver at the memory, but the tears don't fall any more, I had no tears left to weep, the tears had dried up many weeks ago, when I finally accepted the death of my parents, it was also then I decided I wouldn't let anyone in, I knew if I did then, they would only break my heart again when they died. But little did I know that just a village away was a boy who would repair my damaged heart, and would sew it together again with the love that I had abandoned the day of my parents death. A boy who would claim my heart.

A.N: Well that was chapter 1! thanks for reading and please leave a review I want to know if people want me to continue or whatever. Also don't forget to comment on if I should call her jasmine or jazz or if jazz should be Carl's nickname for her :D I am also thinking of doing Carl's POV too, tell me if i should or not, it will help a lot. thanks again :D 3 xx