A/N: I know, I know new story so soon. I will still be continuing my other CARL/OC but I got an awesome idea which I couldn't possibly fit into that. So I bring to you 'The Forgotten Spark'
NATALIE
I laughed and looked up at him again. He was so dumb.
"No, Carl, stop it. Oh my god" I said and took in a huge breath.
"What?" He asked me.
"It's Tom and he's coming over here" I whispered. He was 2 years older to us but who cared about age anyway? Especially in the kind of world we are in today.
I stopped in my tracks and held up a hand against Carl to stop him too.
"What?" He asked me annoyingly.
"Is my hair okay? Do I look fine?" I asked frantically. He chuckled and stared at me up and down before finally adding "You look like a mess"
I scowled and punched him "Dumbass"
"Hey, you can't swear like that anymore" He reminded me and I shrugged. Tom walked right pass us and I felt myself go stiff.
"Oh my god, Natalie. You're so stupid. Are you even breathing?" Carl asked me and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.
"You cheeks are all pink" He pointed out "Making it too obvious"
"Am I?" I asked in a worried tone and said "Say something funny to distract me please"
"Uh, your dad's glaring at us?" He said to me and I glanced at him.
"That wasn't funny" I said frowning. My dad had left when I was a baby, never bothering about us.
"I'm sorry but at least you're not blushing anymore, right?" He said holding my shoulders and peering at me.
"Shut up Carl" I said and shoved his hand away "You're just jealous"
"Oh really? Of what, Tom because you have a huge crush on him?" He asked and I stared at him"No, because you won't be going to the dance with me anymore"
"Because?" He asked "Tom asked you out in a dream you didn't tell me about?"
"I'm not that ugly Carl" I said. I wasn't really. I had kind of a chubby face though and my hair was always in a mess. But I liked my eyes. They were nice. All green.
"No he noticed me! He walked past me Carl. Right past me even though there was plenty of space in the corridor!" I said. Carl burst into laughter at my logic and I felt like strangling him.
"You're mean" I said "And your Mom is waiting for you"
He stopped laughing and looked over at Mrs. Grimes who was standing next to a cop called Shane. He waved to her and said to me "Bye, Have sweet dreams about Tom" He smirked and ran up to his mother.
I rolled my eyes and looked around the parking lot for my mom. They weren't here. I sighed and twirled a strand of my hair as I started walking up to the Grimes family.
Carl was crying. What the hell? He never cried. I wanted to run up to him but I realized it must be some kind of family matter since his mom was also weeping. I couldn't help but think that somehow it was related to his dad. Carl and Mrs. Grimes started walking up to the car and he turned around. I smiled at him. I hope everything was ok. He was my best friend after all. My only friend.
1 YEAR AND 5 MONTHS LATER
I had survived on my own for 17 months. My ammo was out and I had run out of places to hide. I needed a group of survivors because I couldn't be the only one, could I? I walked through the streets slashing at the corpses. After clearing out the herd, I started looking for supplies or any signs of life. I opened the trunk of a car and saw an empty pram with splattered blood. My lunch didn't feel so good in my stomach anymore and I leaned over and puked. I wiped my mouth and I could almost hear my stomach growl.
Carl always said I had a huge appetite, I never realized how huge it really was since the apocalypse.
Carl.
Man, I sure missed him. I would give anything to be with a person again. I passed a car and stopped momentarily. I looked in the window at my reflection. I had changed. I didn't feel like myself anymore. My hair was past my shoulders now. I had lost all of my chubbiness and baby fat. After all the workouts provided by running for your life, I'd gotten thin. Too thin really. The kind of thin we used to hate. My cheeks weren't round anymore, it's like the skin had receded and my cheekbones were visible. It didn't look too bad, just not me.
I heard a groan and I realized I had been staring at a corpse inside the car. I opened the car and it fell out, trying to grab at me. I stabbed its head.
I jumped when I heard a sound. I quickly ran behind a dumpster and peeked out. There was a woman there, dark in color. She was walking towards my direction with a dangerous looking blade in her hand. What if she wasn't a friendly? What if she was with the Governor I had come upon? I backed up until I stepped on a bottle and I winced as it made noise. The women's head snapped towards my direction and she ran forward.
"Please don't hurt me!" I cried when she saw me.
"Who are you?" She asked.
"Natalie. I… can I come with you? Please?" I said awkwardly.
She glared at me for a minute and then said "Come on"
"Where are you going?" I asked her appearing at her side.
"I'm following tracks" She said.
"Whose?" I asked.
"I don't know" She spat out.
"Corpses?" I said.
"No, the footprints are too steady" She replied angrily. I don't know what she was so angry about. It was just a question.
"Can I ask you something?" She said, surprising me.
"Yeah?"
"How'd your survive alone out here?" She asked.
"Oh um, I got into a lot of fights in school. Used to fighting people and corpses. I wasn't very popular" I revealed.
"You must have some friends" She said.
"Just one guy" I said softly.
"A boy, huh?" She asked and I realized she wasn't an emotionless robot after all. I nodded meekly.
"Was he cute?" She asked.
"I guess. Maybe. What I wouldn't give to meet him right now" I said and nibbled on my finger. I didn't want to talk about Carl right now.
"What was his name?" She asked and I hesitated. I was just about to say it when I heard loud groans from behind me.
She turned and started killing the corpses. One appeared right in front me and before I had the chance to stab its eye another appeared behind me. I quickly kicked them and backed up into a bar as they crowded around me. I could hear the woman's katana swinging but she was far away. I kept walking backwards as more started coming after me. I bumped into the bar and I quickly climbed on top of it. I suddenly felt another puke come up. I belched and lost my balance. I slipped backwards, hitting the cold hard stone before I blacked out.
CARL
I looked at Rick and stifled a smile. I needed him. Suddenly we heard a knock and Rick jumped up. I took out my weapon and aimed it at the door. Dad started laughing after he looked the peephole.
"What?" I said.
"It's for you" He replied. I went up to the door and opened it.
"Michonne!" I cried and hugged her.
"Hey, Carl. Glad to see you too" She giggled.
"I can't believe you're back" I said "You found us"
"I sure did" She smiled and we went inside the house.
"Did you find any others?" Rick asked her.
"No, just you. I bumped into a little girl though" She said. I locked the door and put the couch against it as I walked up to her.
"A little girl?" I asked.
"Yeah, about your age" She said.
"I'm not little" I mumbled.
"Sorry, little guy" She teased and started to ruffle my hair but I had my hat on.
"Thought you weren't going to wear it anymore" She smiled.
"Anyway, what happened to her?" Dad interrupted.
"I saw her back up into a wall. There were too many for me to handle and pretty little thing was probably dead" She said.
"Were you close?" I asked.
"Not really. I just knew her name" She said shrugging.
"What was it?" Dad asked.
"Natalie" She said.
"Wait, what?" I cried and grabbed her arm.
"Natalie" She repeated giving me a puzzled look.
"Carl, there are millions of Natalie's in this world" Dad said. I thought back to her. I'd thought she had died.
"Yes but it could be her!" I said.
"Who?" Michonne asked.
"His best friend in school" Dad told her "Two peas in a pod those two"
"What did she look like?" I asked Michonne and tugged at her arm again.
"She was pretty. Brown hair. Freckles. Green Eyes" She stated and I felt my heart stop.
"Green like the grass?" I swallowed.
"No, like the sea" She said. I heard myself gasp and I almost fell, taken aback.
"It's her" I said, registering what she had said.
"Carl, don't get your hopes up. Michonne sad she's probably dead anyway"
"I'm going" I said and grabbed my gun. I made my way to the door and Dad yanked me back.
"Carl, no! It doesn't have to be her!" He cried.
"But it could be! Dad, she's my best friend. I need to go" I said.
"She was your best friend Carl, back when you were 10 years old!" He yelled.
"Rick, let him go. If it was him she was talking about, she's still his best friend" She said.
"What do you mean?" I asked her.
"She told me about a guy who used to be her best friend. Said she would die to meet him again" She said.
"What?" I said in a whimper "Please take me to where you last saw her, maybe she survived!"
"Carl, no!" Dad said.
"Dad, I'm going" I said and ran outside. Michonne followed me and led me till the bar. I hope it was her. I couldn't even express how much I hoped. Though I didn't want to find her dead body.
I went inside the bar and surprisingly, there were no walkers here.
"Natalie!" I yelled "Nat!"
"Keep it down Carl" Michonne said. I glanced behind the bar and there was a pool of blood there. No, it couldn't have been hers. It led up till the back room somewhere. I followed the trail of blood with Michonne hot on my steps. I swung open the back door and gasped.
"Natalie?" I said slowly. The person turned around and stared at me before she spoke up "Carl?"
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