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I'm gonna follow my own story, sometimes, it'll have some of twd... but I have ideas.

E I G H T

4 days later

A L E X A

"Daryl still in his cell?" I asked Dwight as I hopped down the stairs to go outside."Yeah. Easy street is playing loud and clear." He chuckled. I laughed and we went outside to unload the trucks. One of them had backed in, ready to be unloaded.

"Not a very fun song after you hear it a lot." I shook my head."We know." Dwight agreed.

"Alexa, tie the blinds back as I carry the boxes out." Jake ordered. I nodded and he hopped in the back of the truck. I pulled the blinds and tied them to the side. Jake picked up a box of alcohol and they all fell out from the bottom.

I jumped down from the truck, alarmed."What the hell?" Jake looked at the broken bottles. That's when I saw the familiar sheriffs hat. Gun shots went off and jakes body flew from the truck.

"Stay back! Drop your weapons. I only want negan. He killed my friends... No one else needs to die." Carl grimes, what did you just do. My eyes were widened and dad came out.

Shit.

"Put the gun down, kid." Logan stepped out to grab him, but Carl shot him down, too. I stepped back a bit, eyeing him.

That's my boy.

I was proud of him... but I wanted to kill him.

"Look at you, Carl." Dads voice sounded."You are adorable." He added. Carl pointed his gun at dad and I grabbed his legs from the truck, pulling him out harshly, and tackled him to the floor. He landed on his back and I landed on top of him, my hands pinning him down on his chest.

"If you want to kill us, at least try to aim correctly. Do this shit again and you're dead, grimes. You're dead." I warned. His breathing was heavy and his eye stared into mine. His jaw clenched as he realized he had failed.

"Got it?" I clenched my teeth. Although these feelings I had for Carl were very real, but no one threatens my dad. I took his knife from him, but I could feel the gun in his waistband. I was going to let him keep that without anyone knowing.

I pretended to pat him down but I made sure he knew that I knew what he was hiding.

"He's clean." I lied.

"Good job sweetie!" Dad cheered with a laugh. I stood up, making sure Carl stayed down, handing his big gun to Dwight. I put his knife in my waistband."Take that back in the armory, I'm sure there's more where he got it from." I instructed.

"Do I do it?" Simon pointed a gun to Carl's head. I grabbed his wrist and twisted it, making him drop the gun.

Simon yelled in pain, shaking out of my grasp. I gave him a glare.

'Don't you even think about it' that type of glare. I will protect Carl at all costs, but he's not hurting my dad.

"The fuck?" Simon whined. "Go." I growled.

"No. Don't kill him. That's not how we show our guest around, now is it?.... Alexa, why don't you give him a tour." Dad walked to me. My head shot towards dad.

"You're kidding-""No I am not. Let this poor boy off the ground and give him a tour." Dad repeated after he cut me off. I just looked at him for a few more seconds and turned my attention back to Carl.

"Come on." I held my hand out. He gave me a glare, his jaw clenching even more.

"Giving me a death look isn't going to do anything for you, now is it? Just come on." I rushed him.

He just put his hand in mine and stood up. I let go and motioned him to follow me.

"This is one exciting day!" Dad raised his voice as I lead Carl into the sanctuary. When the door closed I pushed Carl against he wall, grabbing the collar of his shirt.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing here? You could've gotten yourself killed." I whispered harshly.

"I don't care." His face had no emotion."I just want you and your dad dead." I should have been expecting that, but it hurt so so bad.

"Well I don't want you to die trying. Come on." I let his shirt go, walking down a hallway.

"I fucking hate you." I heard his voice call out. I almost stopped walking, because it hurt pretty bad, but I knew he was testing me. He was testing how far he could push me over my limit. He wanted to get a reaction out of me.

"Why'd you do it? Why did you manipulate me?" He asked. I just kept walking. I didn't say a word.

"Alexa, why did you lie to me?" He called out. I still didn't answer. I just kept my legs moving.

"Alexa! Answer me!" I could hear the pain in his voice. I stopped and turned around."What do you want me to say, Carl?!" I raised my voice at him.

"Why did you do it?" He mumbled. I kept my silence, just looking at him.

"Why? Why did you betray me? Why did you run into me? Why did you talk to me? Why did you sneak out to see me every god damn day? Why did you make me care? Why the fuck did you make me love you knowing you were going to fuck my life up?! Why?!" He yelled, clearly his emotions over-whelming him.

"Why?!" He shouted again after I stayed quiet. I closed my eyes, a few tears dropping. Then I heard the gun click. I quickly opened my eyes, seeing the gun that I knew I should've taken, pointed right at me.

I put my hands up in defense."Carl-"

"You killed my family. Glenn, Abraham, Denise. You hurt them all... you hurt me." Carl growled.

"And what did you and the rest of your people do to us first?" I questioned, making sure the annoyance and anger in my voice was very clear.

Carl gripped his gun tighter and balanced himself, not replying to my question.

"I had to, okay? I was protecting my family. I can't fix what happened. I did what I did because you killed my family, first. But my intentions at first were not to hurt you. You were my friend. I cared about you. I always felt guilty for what I was doing. But I just wanted a friend. I would do anything to keep you safe, Carl. I- I just-... I can't let my dad know that I got weak... that I was planning on saving you all- that I love you." I started to choke over my words. I knew I hurt him. I hurt him badly.

I saw tears come out of his eye.

"I did what I did to protect my family. I also did everything I could to protect you. To keep you alive."

"So if you kill me... there's a back entrance, run out that way. Fat Joseph never watches it like he says he does. Keep yourself alive, Carl." I put my hands down, exhaling deeply.

Carl was shaking, his tears coming out more."I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't want it to turn out this way." I admitted. My heart was beating out of my chest.

Carl kept the gun pointed at my face. His hands were trembling. His index finger was on the trigger, but I don't think he was going to pull it.

Carl sniffled, more tears just falling.

He gripped the gun even tighter and I shut my eyes, waiting for it. I could hear his quiet weeps as he debated with himself whether he should do it or not.

"I can't." I heard, causing me to open my eyes. I let a breath of relief out as he dropped the gun. Carl just came over to me, wrapping his arms around me.

His soft cries went on into my shoulder."Carl... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." I would forever apologize about this. I ruined him.

He held me tightly, so tight. It was like if he let go, I'd disappear from his life.

I was confused on why he was hugging me after almost killing me, but I wasn't complaining.

"Don't let go." He whimpered."I'm not, baby, I'm not." I felt so bad for him. I did this to him. I hurt him.

My arms held him tightly."I will always be sorry."

Why do I suck