Carl and Jamie have a spat, things get rocky. Please review!
"Carl gunned him down. He was handing over his gun, Rick." Hershel spoke to his friend honestly, looking at him with concern in his eyes.
Rick nodded, swallowing. "I'll talk to him." he said simply, turning and heading outside. He found his son sitting up in the cage, cleaning his gun, and sat down beside him.
"Hershel told me what happened out there. You murdered that boy."
"He had a gun." Carl said, looking over at his father.
"He was handing it over. That's murder, Carl, murder..."
"So you believe Hershel over your own son." Carl scoffed, scowling at him.
"No. We're not going through this argument, Carl. The gun."
Carl looked shocked. "What? No! I need it!"
"You haven't shown your responsible enough yet. Give it to me, Carl."
Carl slammed the gun into his father's open hand and turned, stalking outside the cage. He was heading towards the only person who understood him, now.
"Jamie. I need my spare gun back."
"Why? ask you can blow someone else's head off?" Jamie asked, looking up at him, scowling.
"How can you say that?" Carl asked, looking genuinely shocked. "He was with the GOVERNOR, the guy who's trying to KILL US!"
"So- he was a kid, Carl. A few years older than us. Just a soldier, the Governor had them under his thumb, he lied to them. He was scared. Handing his gun over, and you just blew his head off."
"I did it for you. For US! As soon as I turned my back, he'd have killed us all!"
Jamie scoffed. "You sound just like Shane. Killing Otis, tryin' to kill your Dad. I'm not yours t look out for, Carl. survived for months on my own without you. I'm your excuse."
The mention of Shane was too much, and Carl slapped her, jumping on top of her and pinning her down. "Just gimme the damn gun, Jamie." he said through grit teeth.
A second later she'd slammed the heel of her hand into his nose, blood was pouring out, and he was reeling. She shoved him off her, he ended up on his back, and she straddled him, thighs pinning his arms to his side, her forearm across his throat enough t make breathing a struggle.
There was a fire in her eyes, something he'd never seen before.
"HELL NO." she ground out through grit teeth. She grabbed his and pulled him up by the collar, staring at him long and hard.
"I've been on he road longer than you, Carl. Hell, I've seen things and done things you'd never in your wildest fantasy of HELL have to do. If you EVER lay a hand on me again, I'll kick your teeth in."
She stood, brushing herself off, then, walking away and not looking back, leaving Carl on the pavement, wondering what the hell he'd just done.