So I have no idea where this came from, but I figured that I better write it down. This is just a series of one-shots about the kids/teenagers of the prison. Patrick, Sophia, Eliza, and Louis are still alive, and my OC, Amanda Harrison, is in it too. Amy and Andrea are also still alive. Pairings are: Carl/Amanda, Louis/Mika, Sophia/Patrick, and Michonne/Rick. Here are the age lists:

Carl: 14

Amanda: 14

Sophia: 14

Patrick: 15

Lizzy: 13

Eliza: 13

Louis: 10

Mika: 10

"ELIZAAAAAA!" Amanda Harrison's voice rang through the hallway, echoing off of the prison walls.

The girl in question appeared at the end of the hall, skidding to a rough stop. Her shoes squeaked as she slid, making Amanda wince. Her dark, disheveled hair flew wildly around her freckly face, and her eyes were big and alert.

"What? What is it?" Eliza asked, flustered.

"Lizzy's catching a cold, we need you to be on night watch." Amanda explained.

"What?" Eliza's face crumpled, "Why can't Carl do it?"

Amanda tensed, "You know he isn't allowed."

Eliza rolled her eyes, "Yeah, I know. I was there."

It was true. All of the kids had been in the woods they day Woodbury attacked the prison. All of the kids had witnessed Carl killing a boy, no older than them.

"But can't he take over for one night?" Eliza continued.

Amanda shrugged, "I can ask, but in the meantime, you are on guard duty."

Eliza groaned and turned on her heel, away from her blonde friend.

It had been two years.


"Sophia?" Eliza called up the guard tower, "Amanda?"

"We're here!" Sophia squeaked from the left.

As her eyes adjusted to the darkness, Eliza could make out the two girls sitting on stools at the railing of the platform.

Sophia Peletier hummed absent minddelay from her seat, her eyes glazed over in a dreamy daze. Eliza had learned to never underestimate Sophia. She was quick and silent, not to mention a wizard with a knife.

"So Carl couldn't work the late shift?" Eliza asked Amanda.

Amanda's freckled face blushed.

"I didn't ask him." She murmured, suddenly extremely interested in cleaning her gun.

"What? Amanda! Why?" Eliza exclaimed.

Sophia shot her sassy friend a look, motioning with her head to Amanda. Tears had begun to drip onto her lap.

Amanda took a shaky breath, "I'm sorry Eliza. I was going to ask him, I really was! But... It's just so awkward now..."

"Yeah. I know." Eliza sighed.

The day before the attack on Woodbury, Carl and Amanda had finally kissed. They had been best friends scinice they were babies, an the kiss was long over due. But when Carl shot the boy in the woods, Amanda was horrified. He said he was only trying to protect her, but he had killed a person. They had gotten into a huge fight, and things had been stiff between them for a long time now.

"It's... So hard. I love him. I love him, I really do. I overreacted. But how am I supposed to rebuild our friendship?" Amanda looked up now, eyes glossed with fresh tears.

"Shhh... It's okay." Sophia pulled the emotional girl into a hug, while Eliza sat off to the side.

"You and Carl are meant for eachother, I'll tell you that. You just have to be patient. Things will fall into place." Eliza said.

"I know, I know," Amanda wiped tears off of her cheeks, "I'm just sick of waiting."

Eliza or Sophia couldn't find anything to say.

They were sick of waiting, too.


"Wake up, loser! We're going to breakfest!" Lizzy Samules was woken up by her roommates, Sophia Peletier, Eliza Morales, and Amanda Harrison.

"Uhhhh." Lizzy groaned, rolling over to face the wall.

"Lizzy, get your lazy ass out of bed!" Eliza ripped the blankets off of her.

With a sigh, Lizzy sleepily pulled herself out of bed.

"You feeling better?" Sophia asked her, not once looking up as she yanked a brush through her long, strawberry blonde hair.

"Yeah, a little." Lizzy mumbled, stretching.

"Where is my plaid shirt?" Amanda crossed the cell, flustered.

"Here." Eliza passed her a wadded up ball of fabric.

Amanda pulled it on over a white tanktop. Quickly, she French braided her blonde hair, and grabbed her belt, lacing it through the loops o her jean shorts. She zipped up her combat boots and slipped her gun and knife into the holsters attached to her belt.

Sophia pulled her hair up into high ponytail with ease, and put her headband in. She pulled on a navy blue t-shirt with the number twenty-two slowly peelin away on the front. Shoving her skinny legs into a pair of white shorts, Amanda and Eliza marveled at how much their friend had matured ever scince they had arrived at the prison.

Eliza yanked on an orange crop top over a black cami, and propped her hair into a messy bun on top of her head. She squeezed into ripped skinny jeans and pulled a pair of navy blue hightops onto her feet. A belt wrapped around her waist, filled with bullets for her gun, and three throwing knives. Ever scince her mom had died at the quarry outside of Atlanta, her father had been training her in everything from shooting a gun to shooting a bow and arrow.

Lizzy pulled on a gray t-shirt and her faded floral print vest. She slipped into her comfortable cargo pants, and tucked them into her cowboy boots. Amanda put her hair into a fishtail sidebraid, and used a tattered white ribbon to make a crappy bow at the end. Lizzy slid her knife into its holster, though she doubted she would need to use it.

"Are we ready?" Sophia asked.

"Yup."

"Rodger that."

"Affermitive."

And the four teenage girls were off.


"'Liza!" Louis Morales called to his big sister.

Eliza grinned when she saw him, scooping him up and spinning him around.

"Mika!" Lizzy called to her little sister, who had been standing next to Louis.

"Amy! Andrea!" Amanda hugged her sisters.

"Momma!" Sophia called to Carol.

Carl and Patrick watched the girls run to embrace their families.

"Carl, why can't you just make up with Amanda?" Patrick asked his friend, noticing the way he watched her.

"It's more complicated than that, Patrick." Carl grumbled.

Patrick rolled his eyes behind his glassess, "No Carl, it really isn't."

Carl snorted but didn't respond.

He still loved Amanda, it was a fact he couldn't even try to deny. But he still wasn't sure if Amanda loved him back or not.

"Carl!" Sophia Peletier, one of Carl's best friends, ran up to him, wrapping her arms around his neck in a friendly hug that he returned.

"Listen," Sophia said, pulling away, "I need to talk to you later. Meet me in the library at noon?"

"Um, sure. What about?" Carl asked.

"I'll tell you then!" She poked Carl's ribs, making him let out a most unmanly giggle, matching Sophia's.

"Hey Sophia." Patrick whispered.

Sophia smiled, "Hello, Patrick. Are you gonna help my mom and I at story time today?"

"S-sure!" Patrick stammered.

Sophia laughed, "I'll see you then." And she left.

Patrick stared after her.

"Somebody has a crush." Carl teased.

Patrick turned red. "Shut up!"

"How about no?"

"You little-"

But Carl was already off running, out the doors and down to the field.