Writing in class instead of doing math is much more enjoyable ;)

Don't really have a rant today, so I'll just tell you for the seventeenth time that I don't own the show or any of its characters.

Enjoy!

Two weeks later Carl's infection had cleared up and he was up and walking around. His leg still spiked with pain when he put pressure on it, but it was bearable, especially because he could wear jeans that weren't cut up now. He was getting frustrated with everyone though, nobody let him go anywhere by himself.

"Just in case you fall." Was a phrase he'd heard at least a hundred times in the past three days, including the time that Blake had said it about four seconds ago.

'I'm perfectly capable of yelling if I fall' he thought to himself as Blake walked slowly next to him up the stairs. Blake saw the face Carl was making, and was able to read him like a book.

"I know what you're thinking." She teased. "The point is that if you do fall, we want to be there to catch you."

"But I won't fa-" Blake's hand was gripping Carl's arm before he even realised his knee was giving out. He regained his footing and kept his gaze down, glad his hat covered his flushed face. "Thanks." He mumbled, clearly embarrassed.

"No problem." Blake smirked, supressing a giggle. Carl had been so adamant about telling Blake he wouldn't fall that he had missed a step. "Falling on a flat floor isn't a big deal. Falling down the stairs is."

"Yeah." Carl sighed, making his way up the last few steps without a hitch, Blake's hand in his. Neither had asked the other, they both just knew they were together. That night when Blake had come back with the medicine, the two had realised how much trust they placed in each other and how much they cared for one another. As Carl limped down the hall towards the bedroom he'd been staying in, he thought about how long he'd had feelings for Blake, and how scared he had been to admit them to her before the apocalypse happened. In a way, the dead walking had been a positive thing. It had caused both of them to overcome fears. If they could watch a dead person amble towards them without flinching, they could admit to themselves that they had feelings for each other.

Rick watched the ordeal form the living room where he and Michonne sat. They had a clear view of the stair case and both nearly jumped off the couch when Carl had missed the step, but when they realised Blake had already steadied him, both adults relaxed back into the furniture.

All three of the adults were happy to see Carl and Blake together, they were a perfect match. And it wasn't a case of "hey, the world ended, we might as well be together," Rick had seen the chemistry between the two before the dead stopped dying. He had always expected the kids to get together.

"They're so cute." Michonne smiled. She never would have guessed that she would be able to see young love flourish again, but she never thought she'd see a baby again either. This world was full of surprises. Michonne was nearly giddy the first time she had seen Blake and Carl holding hands, she was so happy for them.

"Yes they are." Rick shook his head and smiled. For once, he was living in the present, not thinking about the future.

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"We have to go." Daryl came rushing down the hall towards Blake and Carl who were settled on the couch in the back room.

"What's wrong?" Blake asked, immediately on her feet.

"Joe and the others, they're setting up camp in the school." Daryl explained quickly. "Where's your dad?" He asked Carl. All three adults had gone out to do a final sweep of the houses in close proximity.

"Not back yet, Michonne is upstairs though."

"I'll get Rick." Blake decided, practically out the door already.

"You sure?" Carl asked, grabbing her arm and locking eyes with her.

"Yes." Blake nodded, feeling fairly confident. For once, talking about what happened had made Blake feel better. "I'm the only one that can fit through the gaps in the fences." She joked slightly.

"Okay." Daryl grunted, he was concerned for the girl as well, but he could tell she could do this on her own. Besides, she was fully capable of shouting.

Blake slipped out the backdoor, closing it as quietly as possible. The sun was just beginning to touch the horizon, sending streaks of purple, pink and orange through the sky. The beauty of the sunset felt out of place in the harsh world they lived in.

The teen jogged up to the fence between her house and the neighbor's-she couldn't remember their names for the life of her-and pushed on the loose boards, pushing one free of the frame almost immediately. Blake slid through the gap easily, he slight frame making it easy to step through the hole.

Looking through the back window of the house, Blake could tell that Rick wasn't inside. The front door would be open if he was.

The next fence was chain link, which Blake easily climbed up and hopped over, landing gracefully on the other side. As she approached the back window, Blake caught a glimpse of Rick through the dust. 'Thank god' she thought to herself.

Blake ran up to the window before Rick could leave whatever room he was in, and knocked on it lightly to catch his attention. The older man jumped at the noise, raising his gun, but noticed it was Blake at the window and relaxed. He headed for the side of the house and exited, meeting Blake in the backyard.

"What's wrong?" He asked quietly, seeing Blake press a finger to her lips. He followed as she proceeded to jump the fence again.

"The group Daryl was with is setting up camp in the school." Blake explained in a voice barely above a whisper. "We need to leave. There are too many of them for us to take on."

Rick just nodded, following Blake through the fence gap with a bit of difficulty. The pair slipped in the back door of their house, sliding the locks into place behind them.

"Carl?" Rick called softly, seeing he wasn't on the couch anymore.

"Kitchen." Carl's voice came back through the house.

Rick headed towards the kitchen while Blake ran upstairs. They could hear Michonne and Daryl rushing around, probably packing essentials.

Blake ran past Michonne in the hallway, sliding into her room and grabbing her backpack and throwing it on the bed. She rummaged through the minimal contents, finding a full water bottle, a can of peaches, the flathead screwdriver she had grown so fond of, an extra hoodie and a box and a half of rounds for her machine gun. Blake ditched the burgundy hoodie she had on in exchange for a thicker sweater, the days were getting cold and the nights colder. She also grabbed a heavy sweater out of the laundry basket for Carl.

Blake threw the bag over her shoulder, bounding down the stairs to the kitchen, passing Rick on the stairs.

"Here." She said when she entered the kitchen to see Carl collecting food. He took the sweater, pulling it on a zipping it up before returning to packing cans in bags. Blake took her bag off of her shoulder and started loading some more cans and water bottles into it. The view of the school form out the kitchen window was obstructed by trees, but Blake could make out figures dressed in dark clothing walking around the school. She kept one eye on the window, making sure none of the men approached the house.

A gunshot startled both of the teens, causing them to drop to the floor, chests heaving. Blake motioned for Carl to stay down and slowly got to her feet, opening the window just enough to let the voices float in. They listened as all three adults came running down the stairs, ducking below the windows to keep hidden from the outside.

"What happened?" Rick asked, eyes wide with concern.

"Walker snuck up on one of them." Blake zipped up her bag and threw it over her shoulder. "We need to leave before they find out we're here."

"She's right." Daryl agreed as Michonne helped Carl off the ground and Rick kept watch out the window. "If they find out we're here…" his gaze passed over Blake who was staring at her feet. "We should go through the creek, won't leave prints if we walk in the water."

"Let's go." Rick decided, grabbing a bag off the counter and leading the rest of the group out the back door.

"Wait! One second." Blake ran up the stairs while everyone got situated with their packs. She went to the end of the hall, standing outside of the room for a moment before taking a deep breath and entering the only room she had refused to go in since they had ended up in this house about a month ago: Tegan's room.

No one had been inside this room since the government cleared everyone out. Now, Blake stepped in, taking in the purple walls, princess bedspread, the puppy calendars she refused to change for four years, and the item she was looking for: the pointe shoe necklace Blake had gotten Tegan when she was eight. Tegan had always wanted to be a professional ballerina, and began dance lessons at age three. The necklace was a recital gift from Blake when her studio had put on the nutcracker and she was a mouse. Tegan wore the necklace everywhere. She barely took it off. It was right where she had left it at night, on top of her jewellery box.

Blake grabbed the necklace, slipping the chain over her head and hiding the charm under her sweater before running back down the stairs, fighting tears as she went.

'Tegan.' She thought as she followed the group out of the house and towards the creek. 'I'm so sorry.'

I actually have that necklace...

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