Hello. I'm Shay. I just got into The Walking Dead a few weeks ago. I saw the episode "A" and was shocked to see that they had introduced the idea of Carl being sexually assaulted. However, it is almost never mentioned again. I feel like that is a giant waste of character development for Carl, so I took it upon me to write it out. Only, in my version, Carl was raped. This follows the basic plot of the show, but with some minor and major alterations. This chapter is very close to actual show. I mean like, SUPER close. Anyway, enjoy.

Read and Review, please.

Michonne didn't know how exactly everything turned to shit. After finally getting Carl to go and sleep, Rick and Michonne sat by the fire. They were talking about food and Terminus, and then twigs snapping caused them to whip around, searching for a threat. They didn't see anything, so the two settled down again. Not even a moment later, there was a gun to Rick's head. Michonne whipped around to grab her katana, but another man had kicked it away, gun leveled to her head as well.

"Oh, dearie me. You screwed up, asshole." The man with his gun to Rick's head snarled. More men revealed themselves as they walked out from the woods. Michonne's heart dropped. They were outnumbered. She spared a small glance at the truck, where Carl was sleeping. She prayed they wouldn't notice him.

"Ya hear me? You screwed up." The white haired man said, pushing the muzzle of the gun to Rick's temple. Rick was frozen, obviously trying to think of a way out of this mess. Michonne saw out of the corner of her eye, a large man saunter up to the truck.

"Today is the day of reckoning, sir. Restitution. A balancing of the whole damn universe." Rick glanced over at Michonne, eyes worried. Michonne studied the man, trying to get a read on him. A weakness. A dull thump sounded and Michonne saw a disgusting man grinning into the truck, grinning at Carl. He placed both his hands onto the window, a knife in his meaty fist.

"Shit, and I was thinking of turning in for the night on New Year's Eve." He laughed, glancing at the members of his group. Michonne took another look at their situation. A total of five of them. They had 4 guns pointed at them, and one was staring down Carl.

"Now who's gonna count down the ball dropper with me, huh?" The white haired man asked. A moment later, he started counting down. Michonne's heart beat faster with every mississippi that was spoken. She watched at the man by the truck waved at Carl through the window.

"Joe!" A voice called. A voice that Michonne knew. Daryl. Daryl walked into the camp, holding his crossbow and a black garbage bag. He saw Rick and then turned his eyes to Michonne. She could see his face fall. He slowed to a stop, confusion and understanding on his face.

"Hold up." He said, walking closer.

"You're stopping me on 8, Daryl." Joe complained, warningly.

"Just hold up."

"This is the guy who killed Lou, so we got nothing to talk about." A man spoke.

"The thing about nowadays is we got nothing but time. Say your piece, Daryl." Joe spoke. Michonne watched the man at the truck, looking past the gun leveled at her. She took a peek at Daryl's face, the sadness and fear clear.

"These people, you're gonna let 'em go. These are good people." Daryl tried to reason. His head shook in disbelief of the situation.

"Now, I think Lou would disagree with you on that. I'll, of course, have to speak for him and all 'cause your friend here strangled him in a bathroom." Joe went on to tell Daryl. Michonne looked from Joe to Daryl, breathing heavy in panic. Daryl looked a bit broken, but straightened out.

"You want blood, I get it," Daryl said softly. He dropped his crossbow and bag to the ground, spreading his arms wide. "Take it from me, man. Come on." Joe gave Daryl a look of disbelief and confusion.

"This man killed our friend. You say he's good people. See, now that right there is, is, is a lie. It's a lie!" Joe snarled. Daryl's face broke, and then suddenly he was being beaten. A shout escaped his lips as the butt of a gun was smashed into his side, he was dragged away.

"No!" Rick yelled as Joe yelled.

"Teach him fellas, teach him all the way." Daryl was pushed up against the truck, fist flying at him. Suddenly the grisly man yanked open the door of the truck. Michonne watched in terror as he yanked Carl out of the truck.

"Come here, boy."

"No!" Carl yelled, struggling against the bigger man. He whimpered as a knife was pressed to his throat. The man's other hand slammed the door shut before gripping the back of Carl's neck. Carl gagged for a moment, breath stopping for a beat before picking back up. The large man grinned.

"You leave him be!" Rick demanded, trying to rise to his feet. Joe grabbed his shoulders and forced him back down.

"Shhh" The man whispered into Carl's ear. Michonne swallowed back vomit. Carl cried out as the man held him. She saw his tongue drag against Carl's cheek to his neck. She frantically tried to get up, find her katana, save Carl. She was met with a gun in her face.

"You'll get yours. Just wait your turn." The man said. She heard Rick try to reason with Joe. His voice rising in volume amidst the grunts of Daryl's beating. Daryl dropped to the ground, an oof sounding out from his lips. Pained and breathy. She broke her stare at her captor to see Carl pushed to the ground. She saw him desperately try to get away, but, within seconds of being pushed down, the man was on top of him. Carl twisted and turned, bucked his hips, and flailed his arms. The man had gotten a hold on both of Carl's arms, trying to force them above his head. He laughed.

"Stop your squirming." He ordered. His hands wrapped around Carl's neck, stopping Carl's movements for a moment. His body bucked frantically then, and Michonne saw Carl reach. She saw him try. Carl whimpered as the man laughed at him. Suddenly, she was distracted by a gunshot. Joe stumbled away from Rick, holding his nose. The two started fighting. Michonne used the distraction to try and push the gun aimed at her away, but she was slapped down in the process. The gunman recovering quickly and aiming at her once more. She was frantic. Looking over at Carl, she saw that the man had flipped him onto his stomach. Smashing his face onto the ground, the dirty man reached for his belt buckle, undoing it eagerly. Carl yelled in pain as the man over him laughed. He reached down and bit Carl's ear. She saw his eyes become wide in shock and Carl screamed, frantically trying to get the man off, his breathing erratic. The man pulled at his pants, reaching around and under to fumble with the belt, laughing. Michonne tried to crawl forward, but the gunman kicked her back.

"I said to wait for your goddamn turn, bitch." He warned. She threw him a glare.

"Don't, please!" Carl suddenly spoke. Tears fell from his eyes and he tried to crawl out from under his attacker. Michonne saw that his belt had been undone, and the man was trying to pull his jeans down.

"Dan, keep him quiet!" A man shouted, who was currently kicking Daryl in the back. Daryl grunted in pain, unable to move on the ground. Dan grinned, finally succeeding in pulling Carl's jeans down. Carl gasped, breath sucking in, while a choked noise leaked through his throat. Michonne gave a sob as she tried to get around her captor. Rick was being beaten by Joe, Daryl by the two other members of the group, and she was just sitting here. The man struck her with the butt of the gun. Her vision swirled for a moment before the sound reached her ears. Oh, god. Carl was screaming. Dan was over him, thrusting into him. He wrapped a hand over Carl's mouth to mute the sound. Michonne heard Rick let out a sob, pleading with the man as Joe continuously punched him in the face. Dan's grunts grew louder, and the sound of skin slapping joined the noises of the beating in the night. Carl had stopped screaming. His eyes wide open as tears poured down his cheeks. Small groans and grunts escaped his mouth as Dan pounded into him.

"Please." Carl groaned. Dan's mouth had come to rest on Carl's neck. Dan's pace picked up and Michonne knew when the disgusting man came. He gave a breathy shout as Carl moaned, eyes closing. Michonne almost let out a breath of relief, thinking it was over, but Dan kept going. He stopped his thrusts, but his mouth travelled around Carl's neck. One of his hands reached under the boy's shirt, exploring, before dipping down. Carl sobbed, but he didn't move. Michonne could hear his exhaustion. Dan had used him several times. Rick was barely conscious, and Daryl was almost out too. Michonne hadn't felt this desperate, this dead inside since Andre. She didn't know what to do.