Take My Hand: Walking Dead Fanfic

Chapter 6-Alone

Chapter 6

•Carl•

I felt accomplished as I walked passed Joslyn. My dad had already taken over and I wasn't going to let someone else join him.

I picked the bird up, wrapping it with a bandana that I pulled out of my pocket, and wrapping it up, carrying it back to the antiqued porch.

"Helping me?"

Joslyn continued our conversation after the trance she stuck herself in.

"Yea."

I replied, calmly.

"How the hell was that helping me?! I could have gotten it myself...I don't need your help."

I stopped walking as my heels dug into the mud, turning towards her. I sighed.

"Your gun wasn't even close to being lined up with the bird. You would have missed and wasted a perfectly good bullet."

Joslyn looked at a rabbit that had hopped out from the woods, ignoring what I just said, and the animal hopped near decaying plants. She took her gun with one hand, shooting the rabbit down.

She headed over to where the rabbit had fallen, picking it up by the ears. She walked over to me and stood in front of me, holding it up and blood seeped from the hole in its stomach.

"I don't need your help. I'm fine on my own. I don't need to be in this group, I don't need your help, and I especially don't need you."

Her eyes glared mine, the brown scolding dark as mine looked her back. I tried to hide the solemn blue that was in them, breaking a bit as she said that.

It's not just about her.

"You know how to cook that rabbit, properly?!"

She turned to me and swallowed.

"No..."

"You know what plants are safe to eat and which ain't?!"

She said nothing.

"This isn't just about you,"

I began.

"This is about all of us. If we didn't have Daryl, we would probably be dead. If we didn't have my dad, we wouldn't know where to go."

I gave her all of these examples as she stood there, the rabbit clutched in her hand as it hung by its ears.

"What about me, pretty boy?"

She asked me, giving me another nickname.

"Why did you invite me into this group? Huh?!"

I looked up at her, her eyes dry and her face getting pale.

I wouldn't be alone.

I think you're beautiful.

You remind me of me.

"I couldn't just leave someone to die by theirselves."

She looked at me, tilting her head then smiling.

"You're the first."

I felt bad that I told her only a little reason, but it wasn't a total lie. I've seen too many people die, and I wasn't about to go to another funeral I had to imagine. She also looked so...happy...

She stuck her free hand in her pocket, turning on her heels and heading up the porch.

Don't fail her.

I breathed. This voice didn't sound like mine that I have been hearing.

Someone already has. Care for her...figure her out.

"I will."

I told myself.

She's just like you...alone.