Hey guys! So, I know that some of you (that inapropro person that wants Carl to "cum" so badly) are ready for the Carl/OC love! Don't worry lovies (I sound British). There will be some soon. I just like to make you suffer J

Also, I wanted to say thank you so much to Lily! I am so glad that my stories make you happy (again). It makes me so freaking happy when I make other people happy and they actually tell me. I'm so proud to have you guys as readers. (Also I added in the Harry Potter thing cus I'm a really big nerd! I'm even going to a comic con, out of state, for my birthday with my nerd friend instead of a birthday party!)

MORE NOTES! THE FREAKING WALKING DEAD SEASON FOUR TRAILER CAME OUT TODAY! I'M GONNA FREAKING DIE! ( I'm righting this on 7/19/13)

Kailey's P.o.V

Celeste walks in front of Brigit and me, leading the way to the entrance of Cell Block C. We jog at a steady pace, killing walkers casually as we run past them. We come upon a large gate. At it stands a boy no older than I. He sees us and his eyes widen.

"Miss me, Carl?" asks Celeste.

The boy stands, awestruck. He quickly grasps the gate and pulls it to the side, just wide enough for us to fit through.

He can't speak. He stares at her as he pushes the gate back closed.

He turns to her and stares with his mouth agape.

"Um. Hi," he says in a squeaky voice.

"Well Carl," Celeste puts her hands behind her back and rocks on her heals, "I should introduce you to my group,"

She says "my group" in a cold manner, but proud. She is showing us off.

"This is Kailey," she gestures to me, "and Brigit," she gestures to her.

I blush a little when she says my name. The boy, Carl I guess, looks me straight in the eyes. I haven't been looked at by a boy in years.

"Don't stare at her," Celeste exaggerates the "don't" loudly and clipped.

"He has nothing to stare at," says Brigit, "He knows I'm blind so what else is there to know?"

Carl turns to Celeste, his dark blue eyes shining. He has a mop of overgrown, brown hair covered by a sheriff's hat. He takes the hat off and brushes his bangs back, "Jesus shit, Celeste!" he whispers, putting the hat back on.

He turns to me, "Um, hi… Kailey,"

Oh shit! "Hi," I squeak out.

He swallows and smiles at me. Then, he turns to Brigit, "Hello, Brigit…"

"Hi," she says, shortly.

"CARL!"

The sound comes from high above our heads.

"Oh fuck!" hisses Carl.

I look up. The bright, white sun blinds me, so I shade my eyes. Silhouetted against the light is a woman. Short grey hair, thin, middle aged. She holds a gun, which makes her look probably more badass then she was years ago.

She stands on the roof of one section of the building, peering down closely. From here, I can almost see her face brightening, "Well look who's back!" She cracks a smile, "Come one Carl let her in!"

Carl turns to us, "Well, that went better than I thought it would! I guess you just… come… in…" he awkwardly leads us to a small set of steps leading up to a door. He opens it and leads us into a large corridor. A cell block. Sitting in the commons room, many people sit. Like, a lot! Boys and girls. Young and old. With and without weapons.

"Well, damn!" Celeste whispers, "What happened while I was gone?"

"Ohh, well that's a long story,"

"Okay," I reply.

The boy spins his head around to see me. He blinks and replies, "Okay."

Oh my god guys! I'm sorry but I just got really bad writer's block with this story! BTW, I am making yet another TWD fanfic! I'm not sure what to call it. So, I'll tell you the plot and YOU give me ideas!

There's this girl (don't know the name yet, give me suggestions for that too!). She's really strange. I want her to be like River from Firefly. You know, really quiet and high pitched voice, freaks out a lot. She's kind of crazy (like in the head). So! Tell, me what you think for the name of the story and the main character!