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@hilltopswidow asked: “And what about it?”
Carl's lips curled down as he brought a lazy shrug up to his ears. "Nothing... nothing." The teen glanced up at Maggie with his good eye. "Just... didn't see that one coming, that's all."
FOUR WORD PHRASES.
— ADJUST AS NEEDED. REMEMBER TO SPECIFY MUSE TO MULTIS.
“I already said no.”
“And what about it?”
“Who wants to know?”
“I love you too!”
“That tastes like garbage.”
“How’d you get here?”
“You need a ride?”
“I think I’m pregnant.”
“You need some help?”
“I’m perfectly fine, thanks!”
“Just let it go!”
“Hey, don’t walk away!”
“Put that back now!”
“I’ve had about enough.”
“Will you marry me?”
“Here, take a sip.”
“How does that feel?”
“Good to see you.”
“Don’t give me that!”
“Please, just stay tonight.”
“Thank you very much.”
“Oh no, you didn’t.”
“Let your hair down.”
“Quick! Out the window!”
“Not on your life.”
“I miss you too.”
“Clean as a whistle.”
“What do you say?”
“Throw in the towel.”
“Put the gun down!”
“Give me the knife.”
“My lips are sealed.”
“The door is locked.”
“Can we fix it?”
“That’s not my job.”
“I have a request.”
“What did you say?”
“I think I’ll manage.”
“I am not afraid.”
“One more drink, please.”
“You won’t marry me?”
“How about a kiss?”
“Oh, just shut up.”
“I know, I know!”
“I want to cry.”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Just leave me alone.”
“You are so beautiful.”
“True love never dies.”
“For old times sake.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Rick bites back a sigh as his gaze slides across their group until he finds the man in question. Shane lingers outside the group, keeping watch and even from here the tension is obvious, the way his best friend holds himself giving away his fear and anger. And Rick knows some of it is directed at him, not just because of his mission back into the city but their disagreement on moving on to somewhere safer.
“We all get scared, Carl,” Rick looks at his son again, chin tucked and forcing a gentle smile, “But, Shane is a brave guy and that’s what he meant,” He explains, palm soothing over Carl’s forehead. His eyes dart back to the man on the outskirts of the camp then back down.
“Ya know what that means? To be brave?”
Carl just wish he knew why Shane had started acting so stand-offish toward him lately. Had he done something wrong? Shane was Carl’s best friend, someone to always make him laugh-- and now he seemed to distance himself ever since the CDC.
“Oh- Oh, yeah, that makes sense.” And he really meant that. Some men were scared, but the were still brave- like the superheros in the comics he used to read. And in a way, Rick was like Batman and Carl was like Robin-- which, I guess here, that made Shane Commissioner Gordon. Batman still worried for Robin’s safety-- and didn’t always see eye-to-eye with Gordon, but they still respected each other.
“Being brave is being able to do what’s right even if you’re scared, but you know you have to do it. Right?”
Carl gave his mother a nod before he trailed after Rick and Judith- he wanted to get out of this sun, and the thought of being able to splash cool water on his face seemed to make him walk even faster. It was the little things.
His boots thudded on the steps of the porch as he climbed up them, his dad held the door open for him and he scuttled in side, his dark hair falling into his face. He had been told time and time again that he should get a hair cut, but part of him like it-- it was different, it suited him. But, he was looking like Daryl more and more each day.
The water was amazing against his face and the water droplets fell onto the front of his button up shirt. He let out a sigh of relief as he stole a glance of himself in the mirror. It was the first time he had really looked--- he was still young, but his baby fat had disappeared, and it was the first time he noticed some of his dad’s sharp features. His sharp blue eyes stared back at him and he shifted a bit uncomfortably--
He shook away his thoughts and headed upstairs. He changed out of his sweaty clothes and settled on a dark gray t-shirt and a pair of jeans that hand a worn hole in one of the kneecaps.
A smell wafted up to his room and he took a moment to take in a deep inhale. It didn’t matter how old he was, Carl would always enjoy the smell of his mother’s cooking. And in an instant he traveled to another world in his mind. To a memory he held onto before the world fell. He had been chasing their dog, his mom cooking away, the sounds of pots and pans scraping, his father is on the front porch enjoying a glass of ice tea-- and they’re happy.
‘Carl!’ His mother would always call--
‘Carl!’ His eyes flew open-- that wasn’t the memory any longer, he tripped a little, still in his daze as he shuffled out of his room and traveled down the stairs. “Yeah, you got it.” He rooted through drawers and cabinets, setting out four plates and sets of silverware. He even wiped down Judith’s high chair. “Smells really good, mom.”

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It would be a nice change of pace-- aside from Rosita and Judith, Carl really didn’t have any friends at Alexandria. It was a bunch of older adults quarreling over what was best for the community. It seemed most days they couldn’t even get along. They couldn’t reach a mutual goal. And that really bothered him.
And it seemed like every other week, someone had jumped ship to be at the Hilltop-- and Carl was itching to get there himself. He loved Michonne, and he loved Judith-- they were his family; but, he was ready to live his life, to expand his experiences. It was parallel to wanting to move out for college. He’d still see his family, but... he would be elsewhere. Somewhere he felt he better belonged.
And without common technology-- the nights were lonely when he couldn’t talk to Sophia.
“But, I can try.” He chuckled. He could get lost in her eyes, spend all day counting and recounting her freckles-- and he would always, always melt in her embrace. When she pulled away slightly, he reached up to scratch at his chin-- he had actually been able to grow some stubble-- but, it was itchy on his still young face.
“I understand wanting to take precautions, but-- we’re all friends, all on the same team-- I can’t believe there hasn’t been some kind of an agreement-- this isn’t..” What dad would have wanted-- but, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.
“Literally nothing, Sophia. I sit and watch tomatoes grow. I sit and listen to Negan’s stupid rantings about how he knows what people are thinking based merely on the way they walk-- I think the cell is rotting his brain.” He huffed. His fingers picked at the rugged bark of the log as he scooted closer to the girl. “Oh, fun fact!” He can’t believe he actually managed to think of something in the midst of his boring life in Alexandria. “I don’t know how he managed it, but Gabe has been makin’ the moves on Rosita.”
He smiled softly at that- people usually didn’t come to him for tips and tricks. Well, unless it was Judith, but she looked to him as if he could do no wrong in his life- and that just simply; wasn’t true. He glanced at Faye sideways as his brows rose. “Wait- you’re dad just left you in the woods?” Lips parted slightly in concern- his dad would never; Rick would stay by his side to teach him the importance of survival- not just leave him to fend for himself. Sure, Faye was a badass that could take care of herself, but-- that had to do something to your mentality-- in Carl’s mind, it was royally messed up.
He glanced up at the fishing line, and it nearly disappeared in the bright light of the sun, and it was still a bit kinked, but no longer tangled. It would do. All they could do was work with what they had. “I’m good to give it a go--” He mentioned, he wasn’t particularly ready to head back to camp. He liked it out here.
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“Have you seen Tara?” Niamh adjusted the basket that was perched on her hip, filled with some vegetables from one of the small gardens. “She didn’t tell me what I needed to do with these. I’ve been wandering around carrying carrots for ten minutes looking like an arse.”
The young man looked up at Niamh and thought for a moment. He had seen her, but she had been busy bouncing around the training grounds-- He rubbed the back of his head and squinted his one good eye in thought. “She was with the kids--” He glanced over his shoulder. “But..” The children were still practicing, but no Tara. “Well, Niamh- I’m sorry, I couldn’t tell ya.” Her returned his gaze to his friend. He took the basked from the woman and peered into it. “I’ll help you.” He offered a smile. “You don’t look like an... arse.”
angsty sentence starters. @thesheriffswife asked: ’ Why can’t you just tell me the truth? ’ (from lori)
Carl had been avoiding her-- and it wasn’t fair, he knew it wasn’t- but, he couldn’t face it; couldn’t admit to her that he was scared, and angry, and hurt. But, Lori is his mother, someone who had always been there for him-- someone who had always been in his corner--
Someone who would sing to him when he was scared.
And now she’s confronting him, and he’s cornered- out of excuses, out of lies. A low, steady breath leaves him and he mustered the courage to look at his mother- with the only eye he has left.
“I’ve... been having nightmares.” And rather than wanting to talk to Lori about it, he had been sneaking outside of the walls with Enid-- to get away from it all.
“About it.” ‘It’ being the night he lost his eye. He knew it was an accident, Ron hadn’t been aiming for him-- but, he had been aiming for his father. “I can’t shake it-- I’m sorry.”
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angsty sentence starters.
’ I never really loved you. ’
’ You mean/meant nothing to me. ’
’ You were never my first choice. ’
’ I don’t love you. ’
’ I never want to see your face again. ’
’ Just leave me alone! ’
’ You’re not welcome here anymore. ’
’ How am I supposed to trust you ever again? ’
’ Please, let me explain! ’
’ Are you really picking them over me? ’
’ Please don’t go. ’
’ You broke my heart. ’
’ There’s nothing left for me here. ’
’ Was it all a lie? ’
’ Why can’t you just tell me the truth? ’
’ I never thought it would end like this. ’
’ We could’ve had it all. ’
’ Us? There is no more us. ’
’ You weren’t worth my time. ’
’ I will never forgive you for what you did. ’
’ There’s no way we’re coming back from this. ’
’ So that’s it? That’s all you’ve got? ’
’ This wasn’t supposed to happen. ’
’ This is all your fault! ’
’ What do you mean, this is my fault? ’
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Carl looked down on the candy bar and for a moment, he looked like a little kid again-- eye grew in wonder and his mouth pulled apart in a look of surprise. “Whoa.” He grasped it in his hand and turned it over delicately as if it was some sort of historical relic. And in a way it was. “Where’d you find this?” He never thought he would see something like it ever again. Michonne had managed to snatch him one, but that was years ago. He tore open the wrapper and split it as evenly as he could. He eyed it and he offered the slightly bigger half to Prue.
Here he thought she was with him because of the color of his eye. Being with Sophia was so easy; he trusted her with his inner demons (his feelings, his opinions, his fears), he had known her longer and better than anyone here-- and that meant something to him- Sophia was special, she always had been ever since he and his mom ran into her and Carol (and Ed) when all of this started- he felt a strong connection to her on that highway, he immediately felt a sense of wanting to keep her safe, to see her laugh and smile.
Sophia had saved any shred of childhood he had left-- and his adulthood was looking bright and promising. Because of her.
His lips had been captured by hers and his eye fell closed, his head tilted-- and he was surrounded by the scent of her; this was his favorite place to be- in her arms, the palms of his hands on the familiarity of the small of her back. “If anyone can talk some sense into her, it’s you. Maybe you can convince my mom to let me move to Hilltop while you’re at it.” He mused, it was a nice thought, but, it was never going to happen-- not until something seriously changed.
His hand reached up and cupped Sophia’s cheek as he did his best to count all of her freckles- a small smile curled at the corner of his lips and he out let a slow, steady breath out of his nose. “I hate that I can’t see you more often- there’s got to be a better way.”