I am so sorry this took longer than it should have. I'm not going to make any excuses it's purely my fault for being such a massive procrastinator. I did start a new story just because I felt I needed to focus on something else for a little while so I'm not over thinking anything.
However I do need help from you guys. So I'm not too sure about what should happen next with Carl and Negan. So do you guys think they should make it out sooner rather than later or do you think they should stay there longer? Do you think they should be saved or escape on their own? If they do stay what do you think should happen to them? Please let me know in a review your suggestions could really help :)
LawJ80 - Thank you for your continued support you really are awesome :)
Treehugger - Thank you so much I always love reading your reviews :) and as long as people are reading I'm writing so hopefully this will go on for a while :)
Guest - I know I always forget :)
Wequeues – Hmm that is a big possibility but luckily he's stuck around and kept our beautiful murderer sane :)
Popeye01 – I know he was mean :( in the comic books after they had finally defeated Negan Carl had wanted to kill him, but Rick refused and let him live, so there is a huge possibility that will happen in the show, which I hope it does cause Carl and Negan became really close friends :)
Worldly lover – Thank you and I do hope to use it but would you mind if he hurts him emotionally rather than physically?
So here it is, sorry but this is filler, yay cause we all love those! This is kinda just letting you know how things are going in Alexandria and how Ricks feeling.
As always thank you for reading you guys really are awesome :)
Anthony
I hissed in pain as the rubbing alcohol poured down my back making sparks of pain flare through every inch of skin on my back. I gripped the edge of the bathroom sink while holding in a cry of pain.
"Sorry" Charlie whispered apologetically, dabbing a paper towel over the raw bleeding skin.
"It's okay"
"You know you don't have to go through this, not for me."
"What do you mean?" I asked
He sighed and dropped the paper towel, I looked at him over my shoulder to see his chastising look, "I heard you talking to Emily on the phone, about why you won't tell anyone, so that we don't end up in the system, so that I don't"
I looked away from his penetrating hazel eyes. Charlie was always independent. Although I knew he was grateful that I was there, he hated being babied and absolutely loathed my overbearing need to protect him, which I could understand to an extant. But Charlie was only ten years old and I knew two white kids wouldn't survive a day in a group home in our neighborhood.
Although living with our dad was terrible, as long as Charlie wasn't getting hurt I could handle it. Even though our apartment was terribly dirty and small it was something and if I could just hold out till my eighteenth birthday, I could get both of us out of here.
"Look I'm just trying to take care of you"
"If it means you keep getting hurt than you shouldn't"
"I'll always take care of you even if it kills me"
I looked over my shoulder to see him glaring at me furiously, "Why did a man named odd leave his grave stone blank?"
Charlie rolled his eyes and groaned, "I'm not in the mood Anthony"
I gave him a look and he smiled despite himself, "Why?"
"So that when people pass by, they say that's odd"
His smile widened and he laughed, softening his features so that he looked more like a ten year old.
I smiled back, despite the burn on my back of a sad life.
Michonne
Rick stood over the young man. A large worried crease was etched into his forehead as he stared at the sleeping boy. He hadn't told me much, other than the boys name was Anthony and he was Carl's friend.
I had asked about Carl, all Rick had told me was we were going to save him. He neglected to tell me how. He simply stated he was getting his son back.
I couldn't help but be worried over his behavior. Since the night we watched Abraham die and Carl get taken Rick had broken down. He wouldn't eat or sleep all he could do was talk about ways we could get Carl back. We all admonished his plans, he was being reckless, he wasn't thinking straight. All he could think of was the horrors Carl was surely facing.
Of course when one of the saviors collected him and said he was finally going to get to see Carl he was ecstatic, the happiest I had seen him since that night. I had waited at the gate until he had gotten back. All I could think about was how he was doing, if he was safe, fed. A large part of me knew that wasn't likely considering he was Negan's captive. But I stayed hopeful knowing how impossibly strong the boy was, despite everything he always bounced back, always found a way to find courage where there was none.
So of course when Rick came back with a troubled look and red eyes my heart had dropped. I led him back to our house with a soothing hand on his back. Trying not to worry about Carl, what ever had happened during his visit must've been bad if it made Rick cry.
When we had gotten to the house and I had led him to the bedroom. He finally broke and wrapped his arms around me, his head buried in the crook of my neck.
"I-it was terrible mich"
I could feel his tears on my shoulder as he shuddered in my hold. It had been worse than I thought.
Rick had told me about the small and dirty stone room they kept him in with nothing but a mattress. He told me about how thin he looked and how impossibly sad. And finally he had told me something I had hoped would never happen. About the man, what he had done to Carl, how he had touched him.
I couldn't hold in the tears after that, they silently rolled down my cheeks. I was trying hard not to imagine how terrified Carl must've been. I knew Carl always bounced back, but there was only so many times you could pretend it didn't hurt, that you weren't scarred before you finally broke.
Since then Rick had been a mess, thirsting with vengeance for what that man had done to Carl, what he had forced the boy to go through for an unseen reason. Sure he had said it was for control but at this point Rick was so terrified of what could happen to Carl he would've done anything. Negan didn't have much of a reason to keep the boy other than to spite Rick.
So when the injured and nearly dead young man had come stumbling to our gates it had been another blow for Rick to find out Carl was in the clutches of even more monsters, but it was also an opportunity. If they could get there in time they could find Carl and finally kill Negan.
And that's how we had ended up here tending to an injured boy. I sat in the corner of the room as Rick continued to stand in front of the young man waiting for him to wake up. Every time the boy had gained even a semblance of consciousness Rick had been there to question him about what he knew of where Carl was.
He hadn't gotten much other than their base was in a high school and their leaders name was Miguel. The poor kid always passed out before we could get much more than that. I didn't know the boy but I couldn't help but be worried. His bullet wound hadn't gotten much better since Daryl came carrying the half dead boy to our doorstep.
Despite Maggie having a limited knowledge of how to tend to a bullet wound, none of us were even close to a qualified doctor. And even Maggie was in need of one. After several rounds of antibiotics we were finally able to get her fever down. Even then she was still in need of medical attention. But since that night the saviors refused to let us leave Alexandria. They roamed the streets carrying guns and making kids cry like the assholes they were.
Once again another huge obstacle in our plan to get Carl back, it had been hard enough for Daryl to sneak passed the guards and get Anthony to our house. We still had no idea how we would make it out of the walls without them noticing.
I sighed trying not to think too much.
"You should get some rest," I said very well knowing he wouldn't listen.
Rick looked away from the young man and turned to me the same worried and desperate expression he's had since watching Carl get stuffed into that RV.
"I'll rest when Carl get's back home" He turned back to the young man.
Curse the Grime's and their stubbornness. No matter how lovable it was.
"Look I get it, your worried we all are"
"You don't get it"
"Yes I do, I care about him just as much as you, just as much as I cared about... Andre" Michonne winced at the name. She hadn't heard it in so long, it still hurt just thinking about him.
"I-I just want him back Mich" His voice was soft and broken.
"I know but you worrying yourself to death isn't helping anybody you need to rest, eat. It'll help you think straight, you know Carl wouldn't want you worrying this much"
"I can't help it, he's my son. Him and Judy are all I have left"
"Rick" I stood from my chair and walked over to him, He looked up at me with his dull blue orbs. It almost made me crumble seeing the weight of everything he was dealing with reflected in his eyes, "He is going to be okay, even after what happened I know he will, he always is"
"This was never supposed to happen Mich I was supposed to protect him, but I let Negan take him, I let him get molested and kidnapped! it's my job to stop those things from happening, to be there!"
"No" I reprimanded hating the part of Rick that never failed to blame himself "That's not on you, that's on Negan, and you know it, you cant blame yourself for that, you're a great leader and a great father and we are going to get him back"
His eyes remained sad but he let out a sigh and wrapped his arms around my waist and let his forehead lean against mine.
"I hope so," He breathed.
Until next time which hopefully doesn't take as long :) and remember your suggestion could really help :)
