Walking Dead: Fragile Bonds
Chapter 4 of my Walking Dead story, enjoy.
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Chapter 4
Carl Grimes sighed as he stared up at the evening sky; he finally felt able to relax somewhat. Contrary to the image he portrayed, the image that even his own father believed, Carl was not entirely without purpose in his life; he at least wasn't sitting around wasting his days doing absolutely nothing. He had been earning his own money with various odd jobs like dog walking and such, nothing major or overly exciting, but it kept him busy, made him money. But right now, with it being late evening, he tried to relax and consider, the idea of going home after all wasn't very appealing.
'It'll just be the usual, plain bland dinner with dad while he sits and mopes, nothing happening...nothing changing…' He thought to himself. 'All because of that...that bastard that, that killed mom and, and…'
He stopped himself, knowing it wouldn't do for him to lose his temper like that, he took a slow careful breath and tried to calm himself down.
"Getting worked up again?" A soft female voice nearby said.
Carl turned, a genuine smile finally finding its way onto his face. The young woman was twenty-two, with pale skin, probably even paler than Carl was himself, she had gentle blue eyes and her blonde hair was long, reaching midway down her back and fell over her shoulders and parted on the right as it framed her face. She could read him so easily.
"Sorry Lydia." He said softly. "I just-"
"I know Carl, I know." Was her gentle reply.
As she said this she sat down on the bench next to him, gently leaning against him as their lips met and they kissed softly.
Lydia was Carl's girlfriend, they had been dating for two years now, although they first met when he was seventeen and she was twenty, it had taken him that whole year to pluck up the courage to ask her out and their relationship grew from there. But it wasn't always easy, their meetings would always be outside, for a very good reason.
"Are you...you're not hurt anywhere, are you?" Carl asked. "I mean, she didn't-?"
Lydia shook her head. "No, not this time...she's rather distracted these days."
They were both talking about Lydia's mother, a crazy woman who was the leader of some cult or something from what Carl had gathered, the woman had rejected her own name and went purely by the name Alpha now. The woman was horribly abusive to Lydia who had a nasty collection of scars and at times bruises to prove it, not only physically but mentally, emotionally, she had abused her only daughter and it only got worse after Lydia's father had died, he had apparently committed suicide. Whatever the case Alpha had begun messing with Lydia mentally so much that even Lydia had forgotten what her mother's real name was. Carl had been horrified to learn about Lydia's life, even as he had admitted his own issues with his mother's death, his father's distance and pretty much collapsed life, he felt that all that paled in comparison to Lydia's life.
'Then I found out the horrible truth, I wonder…' Carl thought to himself as he sat, arm around Lydia while she rested her head on his shoulder.
The truth he was thinking of involved Lydia's father. His death hadn't been a suicide after all, although it took him some time to convince Lydia of that fact and nearly ruined their relationship, her mother's abuse had been that bad, she had been gaslighting her own daughter regarding the truth. Her father's death had been murder and they both strongly suspected that Alpha had been the one responsible.
Carl was wondering how to bring up the subject, to see if Lydia had any further ideas or proof, when she instead stood up, smiling.
"So, I've got an idea, you busy tonight?" She queried.
He shook his head. "Never am, what with dad being the way he is."
She nodded. "Well, I'll need to get home and sneak in to change somehow...to something more appropriate, but I was thinking we could go Stampede and have some fun tonight?"
"Stampede?" Carl queried. "Isn't that an over twenty-one's place?"
"Yeah, but I can get you in without any trouble, trust me." She said with a smirk.
Carl returned the smirk, standing up. "Okay then, let's get going."
She nodded and together they began making their way towards her home. It was only when they reached it that Carl began having doubts again.
"You sure you'll be alright?"
"Yeah, I just need to sneak in, get changed and sneak out, no interacting with...her, at all." Lydia replied.
Carl bit his lip. "Okay then, I'll be right out here if you need me."
She nodded and made her way towards the house, Carl meanwhile waited, anxious and constantly glancing around just in case. Finally he heard footsteps and turned, eyes widening and gasping.
"Thought you'd like it." Lydia teased with a laugh.
She was stunning, her hair now tied back in a ponytail as she wore a white PVC mini skirt with a similar cropped top that had a scoop neck showing her cleavage along with a high white collar and matching ankle high hi-heeled boots.
"You, you look amazing…" He whispered.
Lydia grinned. "Thanks, trust, you don't need to worry, the leather jacket look is all you need for this place, now, let's go."
With that they linked arms and began making their way to the club. As they walked Lydia spoke up.
"I know what you were worrying about earlier and it's gonna be over soon."
"Huh?"
"Alpha. I found all the proof I need, pretty soon she'll be locked up and all these nightmares with her will be over. The police are already involved and it's only a matter of time before I'm free at last." She explained.
With that happy thought, Carl kissed Lydia again and they continued, ready for an amazing night out together.
End of chapter, hope you enjoyed it, read and review please.