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Blake's POV

We spent the rest of the day taking it easy and spending quality time with each other, just like a real family. I feared nightfall, I feared sleep and the dreams that haunted me since I had formed my plan of attack against Woodbury. I still cringed at the thought of what I did.

"I need to take a breather outside." I say attempting to break away from the loud crowd.

"You all right?" Carol asks with concern written all over her face.

"Yeah just feeling a tad overwhelmed." I say and she nods patting my back and I make my way out into the cool night air.

Carl and I lock eyes before I step out the door.

Carl's POV

"Carl go after her!" Daryl says nudging me.

"Why? She said she just needed a breather and was fine!" I say turning to Daryl and he shakes his head back and forth.

"No Carl, ye see when a girl is upset she often tries to hide it." He says and I raise a brow.

"It comes with the confusing part of women!" Daryl continues and Carol smacks his arm.

"Women...confusing? Whatttttt? Pft I never said anything like that!" Daryl mutters looking everywhere but Carol.

"It's okay pookie, I'm just 'screwing around,'." She says and smirks, I raise a brow and decide it is a good time to leave.

The a blast of chilly wind hits my face and I feel goosebumps rise, I slightly shiver holding my flannel closer to me as I wrap my arms around myself.

"Blake you out here?" I exclaim looking around the courtyard when I notice a figure on the roof.

Letting out a long sigh I jog over to a rusty metal ladder and grip the icy metal and begin climbing.

It must be at least November now, the October sun was long gone, it had almost been 2 months since Blake had her gorgeous long hair chopped off so yeah I think it would be about November, the winter was coming in quickly.

"Blake? You up here?" I call out,

"Yes..." I hear a quiet voice call and I turn to my right to see Blake curled up in the corner of the roof.

"Why you up here?" I ask walking over to her.

"To think...I feel as if this is a dream and i'm still in my miserable room at Woodbury, waking up from nightmares everyday," She says burying her face in her knees as I sit right next to her, hoping to conserve some body heat.

"Well I can assure you that you are home." I whisper as she removes her head from her knees and rests it gently on my head, my body immediately tenses up at the contact and she withdraws.

"No, no, it's okay, you can rest your head on me." I exclaim blushing, thank god it was dark out. She hesitantly puts her head back on my shoulder and I close my eyes.

"Carl, I can't stop...can't stop thinking about it."

"Thinking about what?"

"The fact that I killed probably a good 40-50 people and the freaking governor, i'm a monster! A murderer!" She says and I can hear her begin to tear up.

"I sh-should j-just die!" She sobs and my eyes snap open.

"Don't think like that!" I exclaim, sitting up a bit more now.

"I killed innocent people, who just followed orders! I. Am. A. Monster." She says more to herself than me.

A moment of silence passes between us and Blake scoots away from me as the tears continue to escape from her eyes.

"I killed someone too, a while ago, before I met you." I whisper and she looks at me, I feel tears gather in my eyes.

"Carl,"

"Hershel told him to lower his weapon and he did, he was innocent, but I still did it, I still shot him. I got my gun taken away, I hated myself for it, Blake in this world it is kill or be killed, what you did was not only good for you but good for the group. I'm sure my dad and everyone else can rest a little more now, we lost people to the governor, they deserved it." I stay and Blake remains silent and a tear escapes, rolling down my face.

We stay like that for a few minutes until Blake calls out my name,

"Carl?"

"Thank you." She says, her eyes meeting mine, we both lean in a bit and right as it seem as we were going to kiss but then Blake abruptly stands up, walking towards the ladder,

"They are probably wondering where we are." She says, her face bright red.

"Yeah...and Blake?" I call out before she gets out of my sight.

"You should wear my sweatshirt more often." I smirk and her face turns another shade of red.

Without another word she scurries down the ladder, leaving me alone in the night.

I get that weird feeling in my chest/stomach and shake my head,

'Maybe i'm getting sick, I should talk to Hershel!' I think to myself and nod, Hershel should know whats going on with me! I will talk to him in the morning!

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"Hershel?" I ask stepping into Hershel's cell before breakfast, he looks up from whatever he was doing and smiles at me.

"Yes son?" He replies,

"I think I might be sick!" I blurt out and he looks at me concerned.

"Why is that?" He asks,

"My stomach and chest have been getting this weird sensation lately and I don't know what it is!" I say and Hershel chuckles...what is so funny about this!?

"May I ask when you feel like this, what time of day, where, who are you around?"

"Uh, kinda whenever during the day, here at the prison anywhere, I mean I can't really leave this place, and Blake, I get this feeling around Blake! She isn't sick too is she?" I exclaim, and now Hershel is full on laughing now.

"Poor child, never had it explained to him." Hershel laughs and it begins to get on my nerves, I frown.

"Child, I think you are in love," Hershel says and my eyes go wide and I choke on air.

"What!?"

*ooh how do you feel about that? Carl's POV for once!*