Alright guys. It's finally here. The last installment of Picking Up the Pieces. If you liked this, I have another story, and I am planning on posting a new one shortly after this chapter. Enjoy, and please review!

Carl

A walker stumbled towards my father and me, but it didn't get far. It was quickly executed with a hunting knife to the head. Black blood dripped from the wound, and when I extracted the weapon, the wound started pouring blood. I shoved the knife in its holster and joined my father, who was a few paces ahead of me. The trees were starting to thin out, which meant we were nearing the prison.

"We should be there after sunset at the most," my father mumbled to himself.

I felt a nervous pang in my stomach. I was petrified that Mia wouldn't want me there. That my head was right. I thought I would be prepared for this, but apparently I wasn't.

The sun lowered in the sky gradually, and it was night by the time we reached the prison. The full moon cast an eerie light on the prison. We opened the gate together and I walked up to the familiar building. Daryl nodded in our direction from where he was on watch, and we entered quietly. I climbed up the stairs carefully and walked up to our cell. I peeked into the cell and saw that Mia was asleep on the bottom bunk. The moonlight from the small window lit her face, and I saw that her face was red and damp. She's obviously been crying. Her lips were moving, but I couldn't hear what she was saying. A few fresh tears slipped down her cheek and onto her pillow. I slid the door open and sat at the foot of the bed, watching her. She was usually so peaceful when she slept. Now she looked distressed. She stirred in her sleep, and her eyes snapped open. A small squeak escaped her lips, and she looked around. When her eyes met mine, she froze. She sat up slowly, her eyes not leaving mine. I smiled weakly at her, and she beamed. She engulfed me in a strong hug.

"I'm so happy you're ok," she mumbled into my shoulder.

I wrapped my arms around her and I felt a few tears roll onto my shirt, but I didn't care. Then, I knew that she didn't want me to leave. And that she loved me. She always has, and I have no idea why I thought that she would want me to leave. I buried my head into her shoulder and hugged her for a very long time.

Mia

Rick looped his arm through mine and delivered a small smile.

"Are you ready for this?"

I nodded and faced the tent in front of me. I heard the speakers start to play the song Carl and I had picked. I breathed deeply and stepped forward. I stepped on the white carpet that we had laid out on top of the green grass. I passed everyone slowly, looking for Daryl and Carol and Glenn and Maggie. They sat together, Glenn and Maggie holding hands, and Daryl and Carol keeping little Sophia and Judith in check. I smiled at them, and they smiled back, Carol dabbing a tissue at her eye. I reached Carl and reached for his hands. He took them and squeezed lightly. The priest nodded to each of us and started to speak.

"Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to join Amelia Renee Foster and Carl Edward Grimes in holy matrimony," he began.

I tuned him out, because he was making me nervous. I looked deep into Carl's friendly eyes. They reassured me that everything would be ok. That I wouldn't mess up. That I wouldn't fall. I smiled at him, and saw his mouth move.

"I do," he replied.

"And do you, Amelia Renee Foster, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I do," I smiled.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride!" the priest announced happily.

Carl picked me up, bridal style and kissed me, softly and sweetly. Carl put me down carefully and held my hand tightly. Sophia leaped out of her seat and bounded over to us.

"I'm so happy you're married!" she shouted to us.

Shortly after the apocalypse ended, we found Sophia in the woods, alone. She was just a baby; she couldn't even speak yet. We named her after Carol's late daughter. Sophia is ten now, and Judith is twelve. Judith looks just like her mother, long black hair and big brown eyes.

The apocalypse ended nearly two years ago. A government was formed from the survivors, and they created a cure. This cure killed the zombies, but not the humans. They tried to create something that would at least stabilize the walkers' hunger, but after countless hours of research, they realized that it couldn't be done. The infection has been removed from the humans, and if this ever happens again, they're prepared. We lost millions of people in this epidemic, but we know that we have years and years to go to repopulate the planet.

As for the group, Glenn and Maggie got married when we were about fifteen, and Maggie is now very pregnant with a baby boy. Daryl and Carol are engaged, and they plan to get married sometime in the next year. Michonne has gone off to find some of her family, and promises to get in touch with us soon. Rick has a big government job now as a weapons and tactics specialist and is providing for Judith. Carl is starting out on the job with his dad, and all the big bosses are saying that he has the potential to make it really big. As for me, I work as a therapist for those who are suffering from post-traumatic stress. And I don't think I could be happier.

The End

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