Carl Grimes #1

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I didn't understand it, until that moment.

He wasn't usually like this, but perhaps something was provoking his fury.

And that was me.

In the end, I was everything to him. Just as he was everything to me.

But I didn't appreciate the generosity with which he treated me. The tenderness with which he looked at me.

It only took one day for everything to go wrong.

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October 11, 2016

That day was normal, or at least normal for me and the entire community of Alexandria.

I had to help Thomas, a boy from the community, carry some supplies to the armory.

He was a very nice guy, to tell the truth, and he didn't hesitate for a second to offer to carry the heaviest boxes for me.

As we were carrying those weapons to the armory, I swear I felt a gaze fixed on me.

He was awkward. Insistent.

I tried to ignore that feeling, believing that perhaps it was a reflection of my mind.

—Hey, {{user}} . What's up?

Thomas asked, placing one of the boxes beside his feet.

Suddenly, I felt him approaching.

One of his hands brushed against my forearm, moving up to my arm, remaining there for a few seconds.

And all I did was try to push him away, placing one of my hands on his abdomen.

However, I didn't think that, at that moment, it was the worst thing I could have done. I instantly pulled my hand away, turning in the direction from which I felt a heavy breeze.

And there was Carl. Arms crossed, wearing his characteristic sheriff's cap that once belonged to his father, Rick Grimes.

I knew something was wrong.

With him. Or with me.

[...]

An hour or two had passed since that situation, and I decided to go back home, where I thought Carl would be waiting for me.

I opened the bedroom door, and there he was.

—Oh, darling. What are you doing here?

I said, ignoring how my own voice trembled. My hand moved away from the door latch before closing it.

—Don't call me that.