CPOV

I kept shaking dad's shoulder. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

A thud on the door had me freeze as the sounds of walkers snarling on the other side started.

I got to my feet, backing u as the walkers kept pushing against he door, snarling and moaning. My yelling had obviously caught their attention, and chances of them just wlaking off now were very slim. In fact they'd probably find a way in- they always do.

So I headed outside door, making sure to be careful. I looked around, checking for any other walkers, before closing the door behind me. I made me way around to the front of house, with my gun at the ready.

There were two walkers, a male and female, clawing at the door.

Saying as quiet as possible, I walked around to the front pathof the house, looking around for any danger as I did so. Once I was sure the coast was clear I looked back to the two walkers "Hey you!" I called, catching their attention. "Fresh meat right here. Come and get it. " nodding to them as they started for me, I backed up, leading them away from the house.

They kept following, moving slowly, reaching out to try and grab me. But I made sure to stay at least two steps away form them, carefully moving so I wouldn't fall or trip on anything.

"Let's take a walk. Keep up." I looked back for a moment as I reached the road. "That's it."

I kept going, not stopping until I was sure we were far away enough from the house. Walking along the road, moving backwards, I watched the walkers carefully.

"Keep coming. Very good. Come on, keep coming. Come on. Right here, look at me. There you go. Come on. That's it. Just a little further."

I was off the road now, following a dirt path to the back of another house.

"Come on." I coaxed them, though I knew there was no need, they keep following.

The sound of snarls suddenly comeing from behind had me turn around, only to see another walker.

"Oh, shit."

I grabbed the new walker as it grasped my arm, struggling against it to keep it's teeth away from me. The other two reached forwards, which had me ove back. But I didn't looked where I was going, and so I fell back, landing on my back.

I scrambled away, kick a walked in the face as he reached down for me. Another one then fell on to me snarling as she moved to bite me. I moved as fast as I could, lifting my gun and aiming before shooting her in the head.

The next walker then followed her steps, moving over me only to fall. With the weight of now two bodies it was harder to move, but I still managed to lift my gun, aiming it at it's head before shooting.

The last walker fell on top of the other two before I even had time to recover. If I thought it was a struggle before, now it was even harder. But I tired my hardest, motivated by the fact it's teeth were getting closer.

I went to shoot it, but it moved so I only got it's shoulder. I tried again, getting it's neck this time. Taking a quick breath I aimed one last time, pulling the trigger, and finally I hit my target.

I relaxed then, letting my head fall back, causing my hat to fall off. But I didn't care, I just wanted to catch my breath at that moment.

Looking back up at the three dead walkers that lie on top of me, my eyes landed on the maggots that were crawling out of one of the heads. They were droppping from the bullet wound, only to land on me.

I struggled underneath all the wieght, trying to wriggle my way out. I pushed at the bodies, using them to help get myself free. Grunting and strianing, I finally got out.

Geting to my feet, I stepped away from them, breathing deeply. But I couldn't stop my stomach fom churning, everyhting coming up as I hurled.

The after taste was always gross, of ourse, but it also left a sick feeling that ran all over you, like your body had been through something terrible- whic I guess it had but hoenstly things could be a lot worse than just some vomit and a few walkers.

Once I was done I looked back over at the walkers, grabbing my hat. I wiped my mouth ith my sleave, reaching down to grab gun. Once I had everything and I was standing up once more, I looked down at the dead walkers one last time.

"I win."

...

Walking back into the living room I pulled my jacket off, lying it on the couch. Dad still hadn't moved, but I wasn't going to worry. After dealling with hose walkers, I've decided not to stress about it and just let him sleep.

But that didn't mean I wasn't going to talk to him- to give him a piece of my mind.

"I killed three walkers. They were at the door. They were gonna get in, but I lured them away. I killed them." I sighed. If only he knew what I was saying, so he'd know I can do things on my own. "I saved you. I saved you.

"I didn't forget while you had us playing farmer. I still know how to survive. Lucky for us." I mumbled, shaking my head at his motionless body. "I don't need you any more." stepping forward I leaned over him, feeling myself get worked up. "I don't need you to protect me anymore. I can take care of myself.

"You probably can't even protect me anyways. You couldn't protect Judith. You couldn't protect Vickie. You couldn't protect-" I stopped myself, taking a deep breath to calm before going on. "Hershel or Glenn or Maggie. Michonne, Daryl, or mum.

"You just wanted to plant vegetables. You just wanted to hide. He knew where we were and you didn't care! You just hid behind those fences and waited for-"

We all knew the Governor would come back. that's why Michonne went out there al the time. Vickie and Daryl did too at first, but one by one everyone gave up. But it wasn't there fault. They weren't the ones standing by that fance talking!

"They're all gone now. Because of you! They counted on you! You were their leader!"

It didn't matter if any of them did get out; if any survived. We'll never see them again. They're out there on their own like us... Vickie. I missed her the most. But she was my sister, so of course I did. Judith may be gone, but I had faith that Vickie at least got out of there. Even if I never saw her again, she's survived before she can do it again.

I shook my head, getting to the ground. Pulling my legs up to my chest, hugging my knees with my head down, I sighed. "But now, you're nothing."

I knew I couldn't just sit there. I had to do something. Look in the houses for food, supplies. So I lifted my head, wiping my nose on my sleave as I looked up. I turned around, emptying the food bag and getting up.

Before I left, I stopped, looking awy from him, feeling so much hate and anger.

"I'd be fine if you died."

...

I picked the house at random. Out of all of them on the street, this one just looked like a goodenough choice. So, I grabbed a solar lamp out of the garden, to use the spike for anything I might need it for, and walked up to the door.

I tried knocking it down, throwing myself aainst it like dad does... but it didn't budge. So instead, I used the solar lamp, jamming the spike between the door and frame, pushing it in further and further as I pressed my body against the door until it finally opened.

I cleared the downstairs, making my way to the kitchen, and turns out I picked a good house to raid. In the cupboards I found a few cans of beans and corn, some crackers, and on top of the cupcoard, out of reachand hiding... a huge tin of chocolate pudding.

I moved a cahir over, climbing up, on to the counter and grabbed the pudding. Yeah, I wasn't sharing this.

Before I could dig in though, I had to check up stairs. There could be anything up there. Medicine, matches, torches, knives, bullets.

I started to make my way up, moving carefully and as quietly as possible. I checked the first room, looking through the door for any signs of walkers first. But it was clear- though I paused at the sight of a pet bird lying dead on the ground.

I moved to the next room, a kid's bed room, looking in for walkers before closing the door and moving on once more. I reached the last room, slowly and carefully turning the door handle, ready to open it.

A walker pushed against the door, snarling at me as he tried to squeeze out of the small opening. I tired to push the door closed again, but his arms were in the way, keeping it from closing. I managed to break his arm while pushing, but that did nothing.

Stepping back, giving up on the door, I lifted my gun. I was just ging to kill him and get it over and done with.

But with my heart racing as I panicked, I didn't pay attention to where I was moving. I tripped over some books that were lying on the ground, causing me to fall on my back as the walker moved towards me.

As I fell, my finger pulled on the trigger by accidnet, two shots going off.

I aimed again, taking a shot and getting the walker's head. But I missed the brain, and was now out of bullets. The waker fell to the ground, crawling towards me, grabbing my foot.

Kicking at him I managed to get free, getting to my feet and rushing into the kid's room. I grabbed the door, slamming it closed, but it wouldn't shut. When I had fallen over, the ;pile of book had tummbled, and were now in the way.

I tried kicking them away but it was no use. I turned on my heels, running to the window to open it and climb out. I managed to get it up a little, but not enough for me to get out.

The walker came into the room, moving towards me, his snarls getting louder and louder.

"Come on." I grunted, trying to open the window. But it was too late, I had to act fast and get rid of the walker, fast.

I grabbed the lamp off the table, spinning around and smashing the walker in the head with it. But that did nothing. He simply grabbed on to me, pulling us both to the ground once more.

I went to crawl away towards the door, but was pulled back. He held nto my leg, his teeth getting closer and closer to biting me.

Pulling and struggling against him I used all my strength to get free. Eventually his grip moved to my shoe and I managed to get my foot out of it, scrambbling to the door as he took a moment to realize I was free.

That moment wasn't long. As I kicked the book out of the way he came for me again, getting closer and closer. But I managed to clear the walk way and slam the door closed, right before h could grab me.

Sighing I leaned against the door, catching my breath. The walker snarled on the other side, banging against the door as he tried to get out. But he was stuck now, the only way he'd be free is if someone else let him out.

I looked to the ground, seeing some chalk, and getting an idea.

If people knew hewas in there, they wouldn't open the door. So I grabbed the chalk, turned to face the door and started writing.

'WALKER INSIDE. GOT MY SHOE. DIDN'T GET ME.'

Looking at my handy work I gave a little chuckle before turning around and heading back downstairs. I thought I deserved to dig into that pudding now.

So I grabbed the tin, found a spoon and moved upstairs once more. I walked into one of the rooms that were clear, opened the window all the way and climbed on to the roof.

Letting my feet hang of the edge, looking around the neighbourhood, I dug in, enjoying the sweet taste of the smooth chocolatey goodness. All the while, the wlaker reached out of the small gap from the window, trying to get me, his snarls background noise. I dind't care though, I was too proud of myself and happy to be bothered by him.

...

After I had searched the house and ate all the pudding, I thought I should head back just incase dad was awake. I knew he'd be worried if he found out I wasn't there. But, turns out he was still asleep, still hadn't moved.

I had just sat down, leaning against the couch, staring off in the distance. I didn't realise I had falled asleep until I woke up.

It was dark, and cold, and my neck hurt from the way it had fallen back while I was asleep. But that didn't matter.

Looking over to my side I checked to see if dad had moved yet, but no he hadn't. I went to turn away, to go to my bed, but froze.

His hand that was hanging twitched as he started to wheeze...

Eyes wide I knew exactly what this meant. He hadn't been sleeping, I was a fool to think that. No, he had been dead all this time and now he was coming back.

I scrambled away, whimpering as I grabbed my gun, aiming it at him as I got ready to shoot. He may be my dad, but it was the right thing to do. He would want me to do it.

He moved over, reaching out. He fell of the couch with a groan. I shook, watching as he dragged himself agains the floor, moving towards me, the shadows covering his face. I guess that was a good thing. I mean seeing his face, as a monster, I think that would have ruined me.

He grabbed my foot, holding on to it as he moved closer.

My hands shook as I aimed my gun at him, my sobbing shaking my body. Tears ran down my face. I was frozen. I couldn't do it.

I dropped my gun, giving up. "I can't." my tears kept falling as my head fell back. I didn't want to see it happen, but I couldn't stop him. "I was wrong. Just do it."

"Carl."

I look up, eyes wide with shock. Walkers don't talk...

Wheezing he spoke again. "Don't go outside." he got to his knees but was still very weak. "Stay safe." he finished, falling on to his back.

He's alive.

I moved over to him, lifting his head and placing it in my lap gently as I looked down at him. I held his face carefully, my tears still falling, but for a different reason now.

"I'm scared." I admitted as rested my forehead against his. "I'm scared." my sobbing continued. "I'm scared."

...

After last night, I had watched over dad, making sure he was okay. All my hate and anger had left me the moment I thought he was dead. It had been wrong of my to blame him the way I did. It wasn't his fault. He tried, and that's what matters.

It was morning now. We sat on the floor, leaning against the couch as we ate some breakfast.

"You shouldn't have risked it, going out there like that. It's dangerous."

I looked over at him. "I was careful."

He nodded. "It's good tha you founf more food."

"I found even more." I admitted. "But I... ate it."

"What was it?"

With a light chuckle, I answered. "112 ounces of pudding." we both gave a little laugh then.

We fell into silence, both of us looking down, dad at his water bottle and me at my bowl...

"I know we'll never get things back to the way they used to be."

"What?"

"I only clung to tha for you. For Judith. Vickie could take care of herself." he sighed. "But they're gone now." he was sad, just like me, and it pained me to see him like this. He turned to me. "And you, you're a man, Carl." he nodded again. "You're a man. I'm sorry."

"You don't need to be." I offered him a small smile.

We turned back to our breakfast. He had already finished his food, but was still sitting with me as I ate my cerial. It was nice. It had been awhile since e could sit like this. We were usually up working on the farm by now. That's the only time we really got to spend together; when we were working.

There was a knock at the door.

We both looked at each other as I dropped my spoon. Grabbing our guns dad got up, grunting as he id, before moving on to the couch. He looked through the peep hole, his body freezing for a moment.

Then he laughed- ike realy laughed- as he fell to the couch.

"What?" I asked, not getting it.

He just turned to me, smiling as best as he could with his injured face. "It's for you."

Yes it's exactly like the show. Sue me.

But I mean what do you expect? It's not like I'm gonna skip everyone's story and just tell Victoria's :P

So just hold on for a mo' guys, I'm getting there :):)

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