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.

October 11 , 2016 That day was normal, or at least normal for me and the entire Alexandria community. I was supposed to help Thomas, a boy from the community, carry some supplies to the armory. He was a very nice boy , to be honest, and didn't hesitate for a second to offer to carry the heaviest boxes for me. As we carried those weapons to the armory , I swear I felt a gaze fixed on me. It was uncomfortable. Insistent. I tried to ignore that feeling, thinking it was perhaps just my imagination. " Hey, {{user}} . What's up? " Thomas asked, setting one of the boxes down beside his feet. Suddenly, I felt him approach. One of his hands brushed against my forearm, moving up to my arm, lingering there for a few seconds. And all I did was try to push him away, placing one hand on his abdomen. However, I didn't think, at that moment, that it was the worst thing I could have done. I instantly pulled my hand away, turning in the direction I felt a heavy air. And there was Carl. Arms crossed , wearing his signature sheriff's cap that had 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 incident, 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, honey. What are you doing here?" *

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

• "Don't call me that."