Hey! I'm back with chapter 6 and this one has a lot of fluff in it, yay! Tell me what you guys think.

- Ash :D

"Brent?", you ask, your vision was starting to come back to you.

"No, Carl.", he says helping you up and holding you in his arms.

"Where have you been? Where is everyone?", you say facing him and looking him in the eye hopefully.

"When the prison was being invaded, me and my dad left the prison and found this place. We haven't found anybody since, sorry." he says with sympathy in his eyes.

"Where's Rick?", you say looking around, finally, your vision starts to return. Carl looks at you sadly.

"He won't wake up, but he hasn't turned, so I don't know what to do now.", Carl says worringly. You didn't know what to say so you hugged him instead.

"I'm sorry.", you reply reasurringly. You were actually sorry and hated seeing Carl sad. You looked up and see him half smiling. You look away and lay your head against his chest. Carl sighs, then wraps his arms around you slowly. You wish you could stay like this forever, wrapped in Carl's arms. It made you feel safe, wanted. When you were around Carl it felt like nothing bad was going on in the world, you felt normal. You both stay like that for awhile, not wanting to move. You felt Carl's warm light breaths on your head.

"We should get back", he says breaking the silence. You let go of him and agree.

Carl didn't make eye contact to you the whole way to the house. He acted like nothing happened. You finally get there, it's a two story house and looks pretty decent, not torn to shreds or anything. You guys walk up the porch and quietly open the door. You squeeze through the tight opening. You see Rick laying down passed out on the couch. He looked terrible, he had a bandage on his hand and had a black eye and was pretty bloody.

Carl sits down against the flipped over couch. He looks at you as you walk around, exploring. The kitchen was full of supplies and food. You look for any pain medications for your broken leg. You found a bottle and there wasn't much in it. You take one and swallow it down, followed by water. You go upstairs and find a boys room, it looked like nobody had been up there. There was a bookshelf full of comic books! You browse through the books, and Carl walks in, startling you.

"Sorry, didn't know you were in here." Carl apologizes, "You like comic books?"

"Yeah, I had a whole bunch at home, I guess I was a bit of a nerd.", you say skimming through a book.

"Don't seem like one.", he grins, "I like reading comic books too."

You smile, knowing you and Carl had something in common besides killing walkers. Carl walks over to the bed and flops down, putting his hat over his eyes. You sit down next to him. You take his hat off and put it on your head.

"Hey give that back!", Carl says reaching for it. You try to run away but Carl catches you. You laugh as you guys wrestle each other for the hat. You grab it and hold it out of his reach, standing up. He stands up and pulls you backwards, landing on the bed. You were laying on top of Carl, facing each other. It was silent for a minute but then Carl starts laughing. You were surprised, you haven't heard him laugh before. You gasp sarcastically.

"Is Carl Grimes laughing?", you say sarcastically, giggling.

"I guess so.", he says still chuckling. After a moment of laughing you finally realised you were still on Carl.

"Sorry. I forgot i was still on you", you say getting off of him. You stare at him, straight into his eyes and he stares at you back.

Then you suddenly remember Brent, who was probably alone, he could be looking for you right now. Hopefully he found the others and was on his way to find you. But what if something happend to him, and you couldn't be there to help him. You almost started to cry just thinking about him, losing him. You couldn't cry, not in front of Carl. You had to wait until tonight to cry like you always do. You cry yourself to sleep every night but you do it so no one can hear you. Every night you think about losing your mother to walkers. The world was crap.

. . .

You run through the woods, in search for your brother. Your leg was killiing you but you had to keep going. You had to find him! Without thinking you fall, rolling down hill. Getting cut and scratched. You reached the bottom and your leg was twisted. You couldn't stand up now. You hear a herd of walkers nearby, damn it. You crawl through the brush and stay low. A walker grabs you from behind and pulls at your hair, screaming you stab at it. You shove it off of you, it fell back pulling a clump out of your hair. It hurt so bad. You turn around and see Brent. He was a walker, the one pulling out your hair, the one trying to kill you. He was dead. Then another walker comes by and it's Carl. Carl's sheriffs hat is stil on. His face was emotionless. They grab your legs and pull you closer. Their growls and snarls fill your ears. Blood flies everywhere. They tear at your skin, clawing, biting, you are sobbing, hoping it would be over soon. You are screaming at the top of your lungs. The pain was unbearable.

You awake with a start. The room is dark and still. You fell asleep in the boys room on the bed and Carl is leaning against the bed sitting on the floor, he was asleep. He looked peaceful asleep, like nothing was happening in the world around us. You watch his chest rise and fall as he breathed. Carl woke up not too long later. He turned around and saw you staring right at him. He got up and went downstairs. You follow him. Carl walks into the living room and sits down across from his dad. He just watched him. You sat next to him, wondering what he was going to do.

Just then, Rick stirred. His eyes opened and stared straight at the both of you. He tried to call out for both of you but it came out raspy and he moaned like a walker. Carl didn't say anything. His face was blank but his eyes were filled with shock and terror. Rick still moaned, he reached his hand out towards you both. You scoot closer next to Carl so you could comfort him. A tear rolled down his cheek. He raised his gun up and aimed toward his father. You were shocked and didn't want to believe that Rick really turned. You felt tears start to form in your eyes. You both sat there in silence, looking at Rick.

Carl took a deep breath,"I can't. I can't do it.". He laid his head on your shoulder not looking at his father,but crying. You didn't say a word, you couldn't, if you did it would just be sobs.

"Carl, Crystal.", Rick finally managed to say. He coughed and spat up a few drops of blood. Carl looked up, with hope in his eyes. Rick wasn't dead, he wasn't a walker either, he was alive. You let out a sigh of relief. Carl got up and hugged Rick. You were happy and relieved that he wasn't gone. Carl would've been miserable if he lost his father.

. . .

It was awhile later, Rick was finally up and moving around. You were happy to see Carl was happy that his dad was back. A knock interrupted there conversation. We all looked at one another to see what we should do. Rick finally got up and looked through the peep hole on the door.

"It's for you, Carl", Rick says chuckling, he opens the door and Michonne steps inside.