Negan walked out of the room, swinging Lucille as he did. I stuck my tongue out at his back. He was my dad and I loved him but sometimes he made things unbearable. I turned my green eyes towards Carl then and my heart broke as tears streamed down his face. His bandage was removed now and you could clearly see the hollowed-out socket where one of his ocean-blue eyes used to be. Slowly, I got up from my seat on the other couch and sat down beside him.
I rubbed my hand up and down his back in an act of comfort and surprisingly, he didn't flinch at my touch. We sat there for a long time like that - the only sound to be heard was Carl's nearly silent crying. Why did Dad have to make him take the bandage off? It wasn't fair to him. Carl was a strong person - seems to have always been from what I could tell even though I hadn't known him long. But because of his tough exterior, everyone had forgotten just how young he really is.
He let out a breathy sigh then and I glanced over at his tear-stained face. Gently, I reached a hand up and ran my fingers through his long brown hair. Tucking a few strands over the open socket, I suddenly noticed him watching me. His lone bright blue eye bored into me and I felt a crimson blush rise to my cheeks.
"Why are you doing this? Why do you even care about me at all?" he asked, his voice hoarse from crying.
I gave him a small smile.
"Society may have come to an end because of this apocalypse but I hope that human decency hasn't," I told him softly.
He shot me an unreadable expression.
"So that's all this is? You being decent?" he questioned me in a guarded tone.
I rolled my eyes indignantly.
"No, of course not! I'm being kind to you out of kindness, not decency. I thought you of all people would understand that, Grimes," I raised my voice slightly.
He cast his eye down to the floor for a brief moment before glancing back up at me. He smiled slightly before mumbling an apology and quickly getting up from the couch. Picking up his Sheriff's hat from where my dad had lied it down, he placed it on his head and walked to the door.
"Hey, wait! Where are you going?" I called after him, twisting in my seat to face him.
I thought I saw a mischievous twinkle in his eye then as he crossed the room to where I sat.
"Right, sorry. I almost forgot." he chuckled and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
Suddenly, his lips were on mine. It took me a few seconds to realize that Carl Grimes, the son of my dad's arch nemesis, was kissing me. Oh, why not? I thought to myself and cupped his face in my hands before kissing him back. His lips felt like velvet - soft and smooth - as they glided across mine over and over again. Finally, he broke away leaving me dazed and breathless.
He smirked at my expression and shot me a wink before walking out the door. I blinked a few times, trying to make sense of what just occurred.
Oh, no. My dad was gonna kill me.