A/N: Sorry if Carl seems OOC but I've tried my best. I do believe this is how he'll be if he likes a girl.
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Guest2: I'm so glad you love it!
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Guest4: Hehe, I love their relationship so much. Like mother/son and also best friend
CARL
I walked with Michonne back to the house as soon as we got all the supplies. I saw Dad run towards us.
"Dad?" I asked.
"Just go, go!" He yelled in a hushed voice.
"Where's Natalie?" I asked him.
"Let's go!" He cried and took my arm and started leading us away.
"Dad, where is she?" I asked him frantically. I knew what he was about to say but I didn't want to hear it.
"I lost her" He said.
"What?" Michonne asked.
"She's alive but I don't know for how long. She's with those men. I couldn't take them all on my own, too many" Dad said.
"Rick, who are they?" Michonne asked.
"I'm not sure. It's too risky. They killed one of their own. I heard her scream; I don't know if she's even alive!" Dad yelled. I couldn't believe this.
"Dad, I'm going back to get her. I don't care if she's alive or dead, I'm going back" I said sternly and stepped back towards the house.
"Wait, Carl" Michonne said.
"No" I interrupted her but she pulled me back.
"Carl, I understand but it's too dangerous for you. I'll go" She said and unsheathed her sword. She started heading back to the house. I stared at Dad angrily and he apologized again.
"How could you just leave her?" I cried.
"I didn't mean to" He said.
"Just like you didn't mean to leave Judith?" I snapped. Dad's eyes widened and he looked at me in disbelief.
"I'm sorry, I… I shouldn't have said that" I said and looked down to the ground. It's like I couldn't control my temper these days.
"Rick, Carl. Let's go!" Michonne yelled and walked to us.
"What happened?" Dad asked her. Michonne was carrying an unconscious Natalie in her arms.
"Hurry, before they notice she's gone" Michonne said and we ran away from the house. I glanced at Natalie. She still hadn't woken up. She was drenched in blood which was pouring out from a head wound.
"Stop, stop. This is far enough. We need to treat her wound or she'll die" Michonne cried and set Natalie down on the ground.
"Natalie?" I asked and knelt down next to her. She couldn't die. She was the only good thing left in this world. I don't know what I'd do if she died.
"How do we treat it?" I asked them "We have no medical supplies"
"We'll take shelter and I'll scavenge for medical supplies. All we need is a sewing kit so we can close the wound and stop the blood flow. She's lost a lot of blood so we might even need to do a blood transfusion" Michonne told us.
"Oh god, How will we do that?" I asked them.
"Carl, she'll be fine" Dad said to me reassuringly "Let's just bring her over that shop" He pointed towards one and we picked up all our stuff and went there. Dad carried Natalie in and we secured the door shut. He kept her down on a couch.
It was a cosmetics shop. Michonne left to go find a chemist shop or any place that might have what we need to help Natalie. Dad helped me wet a towel and put it on her head.
I sat down next to her while Dad stood guard. I can't believe this was happening to her. She was so…amazing. She didn't deserve this.
"Carl" I heard. I turned to look at Dad. He was looking at me while I was staring at Natalie. I didn't care if he thought our relationship was inappropriate or something, she meant the world to me.
"What, Dad?" I said and moved her bloody hair out of her eyes.
"She might have other wounds. Check" He said "Or bites"
"How could she have bites?" I asked him.
"Michonne told me she found Natalie out in the backyard. They had dumped her there. She could've gotten bitten by then" He revealed.
"They threw her out?" I said, my voice rising. How could they even do that? Were they insane?
"Check her Carl" He said.
"Fine" I scoffed and checked her arms. They were all red but no specific bite wounds. She had a stab wound in her leg. Michonne had cleaned it before she left; thank god she had shorts on otherwise we might have had to take off her jeans. I tilted her head sideways to see for any bite wounds on her neck but there weren't any, thankfully.
"She wasn't bit" I said to Dad.
"Check thoroughly Carl" he instructed me. Did he really want me to do this? I nodded angrily at him and lifted up her shirt. It felt so inappropriate doing this without her consent. I rolled her tank top up till her chest because that was as far as I was going to do, no matter what dad said. It was awkward enough to do this to my best friend who I had feelings for and Dad watching me like a hawk didn't make it any better.
I'd seen her before but that was when we were kids. She had a toned midriff which was slowly rising and falling with every breath she took. It was a good sign because that meant she was still alive and breathing. Her skin was sun-kissed and flawless. Sleeping there like that, she looked as though she is an angel, in the form of the most beautiful girl on earth. In that moment, I realized how terribly and dangerously close I had gotten to her and I should have avoided contact with her to circumvent this kind of situation specifically. If she died, I don't even know what I'd do. I could feel Dad's eyes on me as I stared at her.
Slowly, I noticed how her eyes fluttered open and I almost squealed with excitement.
"Natalie!" I cried and scooted over to her. Her eyes snapped open fully and she frantically scanned her surroundings.
"Natalie" I said to her and held her hand in mine. She touched her head with one hand and her face scrunched up in pain. She sat up straight.
"Hey, it's okay. I'm here" I said. She looked down at where her shirt had been rolled up and I almost blushed when I realized how this must seem. She wouldn't mind though, because she always joked about this kind of stuff. And that's when she did something unexpected.
She screamed.
"Natalie!" I cried "What happened?"
"What's wrong with her? She'll attract walkers" Dad said. That's what he was worried about?
"Get away from me!" Natalie cried.
"What?" I said, in disbelief.
"What the hell are you doing?" She cried and pulled her shirt down.
"I'm not-, Natalie I was just checking you for bites" I said calmly.
"What? Bites?" She spat out and fumbled with her hand. She tried to pull it away from mine.
"Dad, what's wrong with her?" I said.
"Don't touch me!" She yelled at me and clutched her stab wound in the thigh.
"Natalie, it's just me! It's Carl" I said.
"Carl?" She asked. I nodded.
"I don't know any Carl. Who the hell are you people? Stay the hell away from me!" She cried.
And that's when the horror of it sunk in.
A/N: Thoughts?
