The tale of The Archer, The Survivor, and the Cowboy.
An alternate ending for the OG teens in The Walking Dead.
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What if the group never found Sophia in the barn? What is she'd gotten away and was alive th...
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C a r l
"Damn it!"
I bounce off of the doorway to my bathroom, unable to tell how close it really was.
I continue walking into my room, taking a deep breath and grabbing the tennis ball from the nightstand and sit on the floor, throwing the ball against the wall to try and practice catching it.
After about fifteen minutes of just bouncing the ball, it only hits me or rolls away seven times which is way better than all of my other attempts.
I can feel myself starting to smile and feel a small sense of pride in knowing that any day now I can try to hold Judith, even if i'm sitting down.
Since i've woken up after getting shot in the face, I haven't allowed myself to hold my baby sister in fear that i'll drop or hurt her.
I cant see so all i've been doing is falling and bumping into things. I won't anyone to hurt her- especially.
After the ball lands in my hands, I toss it back against the wall.
"Carl." Michonne's voice comes from the other room.
"What?" I catch the ball just to release it again. "Denise says it's PT."
"I can't hear you. Come on out." Dad calls out.
I throw the ball once more before standing up with a sigh.
I walk two doors down to Dad's room, stumbling a bit at first from getting up too fast. Michonne's standing in the doorway in a robe and a towel on her head which urges me to laugh.
'She can't even wash her hair, it's in dreads.'
"What?" I stand besides her, looking into the room and switching the ball between my hands.
Dad's standing there adjusting his belt with an amused look and Judith is babbling on the floor.
'I forgot he was going on a run today.'
I look down to Judith briefly. I smile down at her, earning a huge toothless grin before I answer him.
"Denise says this is PT."
"Denise says this is PT." He repeats what i'd previously said when I go to answer him.
