I dont own The Walking Dead...
I nod to him, and we wander the halls back to the main room where we got in.
We exit the day care through the window I broke, and get onto the motorcycle to leave. Sure enough, he was right. It was dark when we entered the field near the prison. The long grass hit my ankles, and Daryl swerved around walkers. Some of them tried to get us, but we were going too fast for them
Glenn is up in the watchtower, shooting down a few walkers near us. I look up at him with an appreciative smile even though he can't see it. Daryl nears the fence and Carl opens the gate, giving me a funny look when he sees me and his stolen item. I smile back at him, not acknowledging his stolen item. He closes the gate when we enter it, and his dad opens the other one. I jump off the bike before he starts moving again, and he looks back at me for a moment but continues ahead.
Carl and I walk together into the prison grounds.
"Where did you get that?" he asks me, pointing to the thing holding my gun.
"Your room," I say smoothly. I keep my cool, waiting for him to get mad I stole his stuff. He doesn't.
"Oh," he says, "I was going to give it to you, actually. I heard you mumbling in your sleep about your birthday. You seemed troubled, like you've had bad memories on that day."
I forgot it was my birthday to be quite frank. I guess my subconciousness remembers my birthday better than me. But I don't remember that dream at all, he was right about me having bad memories on my birthday, though. My 11th birthday, my mom was bitten by a walker, my dad didn't think anything of it, he just said she would get better and be fine. When my mom turned she ended up biting my dad, and it was my fault, and I could've stopped her, but I didn't. I hated my dad. He was a useless drunk who got aggressive with my mom and me. I forgot about his ways, being occupied in this new world. I only became sad ever about my mom dying. But that story should be told another time. This was all three years ago, and I still flinch at the memory.
But wait.
I'm 14?
Wow, I feel older than that, but it feels like it's been less time than that. I have matured, physically and emotionally for certain. The apocalypse must have that effect on everyone, because I know the same thing has happened to Carl as well. The first time I met him, he was just a kid; ignorant and stupid. He's much more mature now. Maybe it has to do with his mom's recent passing…
Carl and I were walking together, kind of away from the other adults. I handed my bag to Daryl before walking off with him, though, for the baby. I looked at him, and he looked back at me. Even in the dark I could still see his beautiful irises shine. You could get lost in them. He light blue fades into a brighter blue that seems to light up the room. His dad had nearly the same eyes, but his have faded with age.
"I- uh, got this for you," he kind of pushes something into my hand, and turns around to leave. I open my palm and found a necklace; it had a silver chain and blue circular crystal. My other hand grabs at Carl, and I take hold of the collar of his shirt. He turns around, surprised, and I look at him with the same expression; I didn't expect myself to do that at all.
"Thanks," I manage, "it's really pretty. Where'd you even find it?"
A fear rises in my stomach; he didn't steal it off a walker did he?
"I went out today on a run too, with Glenn," he and I found another store, and tried to look for clothes for the group. We came across a jewelry shop and he wanted to go in. I wandered off, remembering you said something in your sleep about your birthday, and tried to find something for you. You should get something on your birthday. I also found that thing," he points to the holster I wear, "and figured it would suit you. Oh and," he lowers his voice to a whisper now, "Glenn's going to propose to Maggie. He told me he might if Hershel says it is okay."
My eyes widen at all that he's told me. I was relieved he didn't grab it off a walker. It was also very kind of him to get me the necklace and holster for my birthday. I hadn't expected to get anything to begin with. It made me a little happier considering all that has happened in the past days.
On a different note, Glenn might propose to Maggie? Wow, that was bold, especially for him. I knew he and Maggie had something going on, of course, I mean, who didn't? They make it really obvious.
"Can I?" Carl asks to help me put the necklace on, and I lift my heavy, thick, white curls to expose my neck and part of my back from where my green tank top cuts off. I hear Carl gasp, and he turns me around to face him. He holds my shoulders slightly tight and looks at me seriously. His voice is full of concern, but a note of anger as well. And sadly I know what he saw. I refuse to look at him straight in the eyes and look at the ground as if it were the most interesting things I could lay my eyes on. The grass was dry and dead, and I didn't pay attention to Carl when he spoke, because my thoughts were elsewhere.
"Who did that to you?"
A.N.: Yeah, it's pretty obvious what's going to happen soon. The next chapter will be about memories that Destiny had before the outbreak apocalypse, that kind of stuff and thangs ;) lol. Review please! You guys reviewing makes me more motivated to update!
