Hiya! So I've really been into Walking Dead lately and I just got this idea. The second chapter will start out with what is currently taking place with Carl. Later chapters will also have Judith's point of view.

Disclaimer : I do not own any of the characters.

Carl's POV (Flashback)

They came back to the prison in sorrow. I scanned for my father but he wasn't there. They came out of the car, many eyes darting to the ground or at least avoiding me. Michonne was the only one who seemed unaffected by the situation. She stayed at the back of the small group as they approached us who had stayed while they faced the governor. Daryl and Glenn walked at the front of the group with Maggie, Merle and Andrea behind. Whispers were heard from behind me. The sight of Merle and Andrea came as a shock to everyone. All I was worried about was where my father was or at least what happened. The small group reached us. Maggie was welcomed by the warmth and love of Beth and Hershal ; Glenn just stood by them, smiling and seeming to forget the trouble of the past when he looked at Maggie. Daryl was greeted by Carol in perhaps a semi-awkward hug. This left the three odd balls to stand back watching the others with envy or blank expressions.

"Where's my dad?" I questioned, ruining the reunions as grave looks appeared.

First there was silence and casting looks. Each looking to another to tell the news while others,such as Merle, seemed to careless.

"Dead... Governor took him down with a bullet to the head." Daryl said, trying to use a softer tone when speaking.

"He saved us back there.." Glenn added giving a solemn nod.

"I'm sorry Carl." Maggie said looking at me with sympathy.

"It's ok." I responded.

On that note, I turned and walked up to the top cells and ducked inside the first one I saw. I felt the stares of many. Once again the whispers started up. I didn't care though. Sighing, I sat down on the cot that was located in the cell. It was only a matter of time before the group split up.

They lack a leader. Daryl would have been first to take over but with the return of Merle there would be a lack of trust from his presence and a challenge of leadership coming from Merle as well. Then there was Glenn. He had a few leader aspects but was quick to back down when someone else challenged him or tried to take over. The others had many other issues that would prevent leadership. Our biggest problem was Merle Dixion and there would be no true way to get rid of him without Daryl's protest. Setting up a trap to kill him did come to mind. As time passed, there was never a chance and the group I had grown to know began to split.

One day, the prison was over run by walkers. We evacuated but Judith and I both seemed out of place, mainly me though. Maggie took Judith and told me to follow as she darted towards the car Glenn drove, with Beth in the back. I had come to know that Hershal had died when saving Beth from a walker. Axel had died as well that day but I heard no news about the prisoners I had captured before. Perhaps they made it out on their own.

The group gathered that night to discuss where to go next. Argument erupted among the group. Soon everyone was going different ways. I remember sitting at the back of the car and looking down at Judith, secretly asking her what to do and where to go. As I sat there, my thoughts were interrupted by Daryl.

"You know which way you're going?" he asked his eyes sweeping over me and Judith.

"Not really."

"Well, you're welcomed to travel with me. Carol can take good care of Judith I'm sure."

I just nodded. That ended our conversation and he left me alone again. I got another offer from Maggie and Glenn to tag along with them. I didn't receive an offer from Andrea and Michone, not that I really wanted one from those two.

So at dawn everyone was getting ready to set out and make their own way in this world. Sorrow filled the air as everyone said their goodbyes. Everyone had grown so close only to turn against each other after the loss of a leader.

I had made my decision to travel with Glenn, Maggie , and Beth. I sat in the back with Judith in my arms. She had been mine to protect, she was my last family member.

We traveled for miles. Facing the dangers the world offered. For a moment, I felt peaceful to be besides Beth and Judith. Beth had became mine to protect as well, making me momentarily forget about my duties to my baby sister. Then tragedy struck as Beth was bitten. To this day the sight of her laying there motionless and her cold eyes haunt my memory. No one blamed me for her death except for me. I felt useless. I couldn't protect Beth and I realized I couldn't protect Judith either. So, I left. When everyone was asleep, I grabbed my father's old sheriffs hat, my gun, and a blade. I hit the road and traveled on my own.

It's been 15 years since that day and have never once regretted my decision