Okay so you know how on the show, they kinda do everyone's get away story one by one? Well I'm doing the same. I'm doing, Carl (not Rick because he's passed out for most of it), Daryl, then Vickie.

After I'll be doing the moving on part, probably only Daryl, and Vickie.

So for the next few chapters just please be patient :):)

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CPOV

I was pissed, dad knew it. I mean, I wasn't hiding it from him or anything. I was making it pretty clear, especially as I walked ahead of him, not even bothering to slow down. I mean sure he was limping and obviously in pain, but it's not like he's dead... like Vickie and Judith.

"Carl, slow down." he called, as if reading my thoughts, realizing I wouldn't wait. But I just ignored him, walking along the dirt path. "Carl, stop!" he yelled, voice hoarse and rough.

I stopped, not because he said to but because I didn't want to have to hear him tell me to wait. It wasn't my fault he was beat up. It wasn't my fault we were out on the road again. It wasn't my fault everyone was dead, or gone. It was his.

"We need to stay together. We got to find a place, food, supplies." he reached me, stopping as he breathed heavily, trembling. "Hey." he placed his hand on my shoulder. "We're gonna be-"

I turned to him, glaring at him with hate and blame. He stopped talking then, letting me go. So I turned back and just kept going. Once again, not waiting for him to catch up.

...

We came across a bar, motorbikes scattered all around the parking lot. They remind me of Daryl which then reminded me of Vickie. And now I was thinking about both my sisters...

I pushed through it. I couldn't let myself cry over it. Not now. We were in danger, out in the open. So the main priority was to get food, supplies and find a place to stay. Especially since it was going to be dark soon. But I didn't need my dad to tell me that, I already knew.

I stopped at the door and waited for dad. It took a moment, but he came o stand with me, without saying a word. He just opened the screen door, getting ready to open the next door and head inside. I lifted my gun, preparing myself to follow him in.

He turned to me, gesturing for me to stay. "Wait outside, okay? Keep watch."

I lowered my gun, looking at him with disbelief. "You keep watch. You can barely stand. I'm not gonna let you go in there alone."

"Excuse me?"

"We've done this before. I'm gonna help you clear it. You should just let me do it myself." I told him as I raised my gun again.

Looking away from him I waited for the door to open, so we could get this over and done with. It's not lie we had time to stand around. Yet he didn't move, just stood there staring at me. I looked back up at him, making sure he knew I was waiting, getting impatient.

He turned away then, shifting on the spot, holding his side. His hand lifted, resting on the door knob. "Let's go." he pushed the door open.

We moved fast, moving inside. The door slammed against the wall as we each moved to a different side of the bar, clearing the place. I didn't wait for him to give me directions, I didn't need him once I knew my end was clear, I turned towards him, walking past and into the next room.

"Kitchen's clear."

The door creaked as I entered the little diner attached to the bar. Tables and chairs were staked up on the other end blocking off the next part. It didn't take long for the walker behind them to show it's self, snarling and moaning. But unfortunately there was food on the shelf on the other side, with the walker.

"That might be all that's left." dad noted as we watched the walker

I raised my gun. "I can get it from here."

"No, it's weak." he told me as he grabbed an axe off one of the tables that weren't staked. "I'll draw it out."

I looked down at the table he'd grabbed the axe from, seeing a note lying there. It read, 'Please do what I couldn't- Joe Jr'. I looked up at the walker, putting the pieces together and figuring that the walker must be Joe Jr...

"Stay back."

I shook my head as I put the note down. I wasn't going to argue with dad, I couldn't be bothered. We were both stubborn and I just wanted this done.

He grabbed one of the stacked chair, pulling it out which made all of it fall and scatter. The walker moved out from behind the chairs, stretching his arms out as he reached forward. Dad swung the axe in the air, hitting the walker's head, but not the brain. The axe got caught, and as much as dad tugged and pulled he couldn't get it out.

"Damn it." dad struggled with axe. He looked to me, seeing that I now had my gun raised. "Don't."

But I didn't listen, not this time. I shot walker, saving dad from getting bit or hurt more.

"I said not to." he spun around, frowning at me.

"You couldn't do it with the axe."

"I had it." he was panting, which made his attempts at sounding fine, weak and useless. "Every bullet counts. Would've needed that one later." he turned away from me, leaning over the walker. "See what you can find, then lets move on." he finally pulled the axe out.

I moved to the shelf, not caring what he did. He could go look and do whatever he wanted I was perfectly capable of taking care of myself. I grabbed whatever was still okay, some bags of corn chips and a couple jars of pickles.

He came back then. "Kitchen wasn't empty after all." he said, stashing a packet of something and two water bottles into a bag. "My haul. You?"

I carried the things over, shoving them in bag as I looked up at him blankly. "I win."

...

We were walking again, only this time we had stuck to the roads, instead of the woods. The way we'd be able to find somewhere to crsh for the night. It didn't take us long to find a little neighbourhood. It actually reminded me of our old street...

Moving down the street, towards houses, I once again stayed ahead as he shuffled and limped behind.

"Hey."

I ignored him.

"Hey."

I ignored him again.

"Hey."

I stopped.

I was pissed off at him, and he was hurt, but he was still my dad. So I could only get away with so much. Yeah, I could handle myself, I could probably take care of him too. But for now, I had to listen, unless I wanted to listen to a speech about how he's my dad and he's the boss.

I turned to him and waited as he slowly came to stand next to me.

"That one's as good as any." he gestured to the house we stood by.

We headed over toe the front door, getting into formation. He didn't bother trying to get me to stay outside this time. After the bar, I guess he realised I wouldn't listen anyway. So we stood by the door, guns ready. He pushed the door open and we walked in, moving fast like last time, moving around to clear the place.

"Carl."

I had moved on without him, going to check the rest of the house. Of course he didn't like that idea.

"I got it." I told him over my shoulder. "All the doors down here are open." I went to continue checking the room.

"Just stop!"

I did as he said, lowering my gun. Turning around, I stared at him, silently challenging him.

I slammed my hand against wall. "Hey, asshole!" I hit the wall again. "Hey, shitface!" and again. "Hey-"

"Watch you mouth!"

"Are you kidding me?" I couldn't belive him. I'm pretty sure cursing should have been the last thing he scolded me for. "If there's one of them down there, they would have come out." Shaking my head, I sighed before moving on, heading upstairs to check those rooms.

I came to a bedroom with green walls and a fireplace. It obviously teenager's room, and a boy's by the looks if it. With shoes, and clothes, and all kinds of stuff lying around everywhere. There were books on the shelve, and games piled together. Posters hung on the walls and windows. I moved to t.v, smiling to myself as I checked out the titles of all the games that sat next to it. It was so cool.

I remembered when I had walked into Vickie's room when she was a teenager, seeing her t.v and game consoles. She was one of those girls that played games occasionally, and was really good at it. I guess that was because I was always asking her to play multiplayer with me.

I caught my reflection in the T.V screen, and I froze. Vickie was gone, I shouldn't be thinking about her.

Sighing, my hand fell as I moved to the side of the t.v. I pushed the games off, pulling out a cord from the back. I wound it around my hand before turning around and headed back downstairs to the front door.

Using the cord, I tied the front door closed by looping the cord around the door knob and a metal thing that was screwed into the wall that looked to be something you'd use to keep the curtains open, or something. I don't know. As I finished tying the knot, dad started to move couch, to push against door.

Rolling my eyes I turned to him "I tied the door shut."

"We don't need to take any chances."

"You don't think it's gonna hold?"

"Carl."

"It's a strong knot. Clove hitch. Shane taught me. Remember him?" I looked him dead in the eyes, purposefully trying to fight a nerve. I remember that night as if it were only yesterday.

He nodded stiffly. "Yeah, I remember him. I remember him everyday. There something else you want to say to me?"

With that, I moved to help him push couch, seeing as he wasn't going to give up. Once it was pressed against the door, we turned it over so it sat up right.

Wheezing and panting, he took his holster off, sitting down on the couch. "This'll have to do for the night." he grabbed one of the bags of corn chips, handing it over to me.

"You gonna have some?"

"You should eat."

Sighing I turned away from them, grabbing the blanket off the couch. "We should save it." I grabbed one of the couch cushions as well before moving away to set up my own bed, letting him sleep on the couch.

I could hear the bag rustle as he opened it, before getting up and moving towards me. "Hey." he offered me the open chip bag.

"I don't want any."

"Eat it." he dropped the bag on floor by my bed. "Now." he walked away, heading upstairs for whatever reason, I didn't care.

I just looked down at the food, bending forward to pick it up. I took it to the kitchen, placing it on the table for tomorrow or some other time, before turning back to the living room so I could go to bed and finally get some rest.

...

I woke up, sighing as I rolled over. Groaning I rubbed at my eyes to get rid of the sleep and wake up more. I knew we had a big day ahead, it always was a big day when you had no fences to hide behind- I remembered that...

Sitting up I looked over at dad. He was still asleep, lying on his back on the couch, one leg and one arm hanging off. I wasn't going to try to wake him, for two reasons. One, I knew he needed the rest, after the beating he got yesterday. And two, I didn't want him to wake up, it was that simple. So I got up, grabbed my gun and moved over to the bag of food, pulling out some cereal. Looking at dad one last time I turned around and headed to the kitchen.

I found some bowls putting them all on the table before placing one in front of me as I sat down. Pouring some of the cereal into the bowl, just enough to keep me going, I made sure there'd still be plenty left. With that I put cereal down, but then looked at bowls, thinking for a minute. With a sigh I grabbed another and poured cereal into that one two, just incase dad woke up and wanted to eat.

Grabbing my breakfast I headed upstairs, moving into the teens room. I grabbed one of the books and move to the bed where it sat under the windows. Getting comfortable I placed the bowl next to me and opened the book.

As I read the book I found myself getting lost in the words as I absentmindedly nibbled on the cereal. I had never been much of a reader before everything happened. Mum had... and Vickie read occasionally too...

I guess now that everything was harder, the world a dangerous place, things that seemed boring and lame were more interesting. Reading a book, playing a board game with friends or family, sitting down and just talking. All that 'stuff' meant a lot more now than it ever did back then.

I put the book down with a sigh. Thinking about the world before, and my family, I didn't want to read anymore. There were things that had to be done... and I was out of cereal anyway. So I got up, grabbed my bowl, and headed down stairs.

Once I was back downstairs, I looked over into the living room to see if dad had moved. He hadn't, and suddenly I was really starting to worry. I mean, how would I beable to tell if he wasn't in serious danger. The Governor really did give him a beating yesterday... He could have internal bleeding. Or a concussion... What if he was in a coma. What if he was dying?

I'll wake him up. Everything will be fine.

I walked over to the couch, looking down at him. "Dad?" no response, not even a groan. "Dad?" I kicked his foot hoping that would stir him. But still nothing. So I moved closer, kneeling down by his side. "Dad, wake up." I put bowl down before grabbing his shoulders, shaking. "Wake up. Come on. Dad. Wake up!"

When he didn't move, or make a sound then, that's when really I started to worry...

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