pulse || c. grimes TWD

Carl's POV:

As I walked down the stairs, I heard a door open and shut. I followed the sound and found myself in the garage.

Ron was sitting in the corner, his head in his hands. He looked up when he heard me come in, but he didn't say anything. I walked over to him and said, "Ron? Hey, you alright man?"

Ron looked at me for a moment, and then mumbled, "We're all dead."

I tried to reassure him, saying, "Look, my dad's gonna figure something out. He always does."

But Ron wasn't convinced. He got up and said, "That's bullshit. Your dad's just gonna get more people killed." "So was yours," I shot back.

There was a moment of silence as we both stood there, staring at each other. I could feel the tension in the air, and I knew that we were both on edge. I took a deep breath and said, "We need to work this out"

Ron didn't say anything for a moment. He just stood there, looking at me blankly. I could see the pain and sadness in his eyes, and I knew that he was hurting. "I'm dead, Carl. My mom is dead, my brother is. Nyla is," he started saying.

"No, they're not," I interrupted him. "We're gonna make it." I said and he bluntly walked past me, I turned around to watch him "Your dad, you're dead too" He locked the door and put the key in his pocket, I watched him closely and saw him grabbing for a gun "We're all dead."

I acted quickly and pushed him against the door, he let out a scream and he pushed me against a shelf and we both fell to the ground, He grabbed a shovel and smashed the glass, causing all the walkers to come rushing in. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins

He put the shovel up to my neck and was choking me with it I could feel my breath leaving me, and I knew that I was in trouble. But I refused to give up, soon enough the walkers broke through the gate and came, Using all my strength, I managed to push Ron off of me just in time, before the walkers could come close to me. I quickly scrambled to my feet and ran towards the broken glass door. I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I tried to keep the walkers at bay.

I pushed the shelf up against the door, trying to keep the walkers out. "Help!" I called out to Ron, who was on the ground. "Please Ron, come on!" I yelled, trying to get him to help me

The glass smashed through the door and they came flooding in, I made a run for it out the door, my dad just managed to break the lock off. We all were holding the door down, but there were about a dozen walkers on the other side. I could feel their breath on my neck as I tried to push them back, but they were too strong

My dad grabbed a couch and we moved out of the way and then held the door against that, "We need more but we need to be quiet!" My dad said to Michonne,  I noticed that Nyla wasn't here, and I felt a pang of worry in my chest. "Dad, where's Nyla?" I questioned, my breathing heavy as I tried to catch my breath.

"She's calming down Sam" he told me, his voice calm and reassuring. I nodded my head, grateful that she was safe. I knew that we had to focus on the door, and I braced myself for whatever was coming.

"Hey, what happened in there?" My dad asked me, his eyes filled with concern. I could see the worry etched on his face, and I knew that I had to be careful about what I told him. I thought about telling him about the fight with Ron, but I knew that it would just complicate things even further.

"We were looking for tools and knocked over a shelf," I lied, hoping that he wouldn't see through my story. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I waited for his response.

"We heard yelling," Jessie said, looking at me with suspicion. I could feel her eyes on me, and I knew that I had to be careful about what I said next.

"Yeah, Ron saw them break through the gates, we had to move. That's what happened," I lied, trying to sound as convincing as possible

"Carl there are nightstands in my mom's room we can brace the couch with them" Ron suggested, I glared at him, "It sounded like you were fighting" Jessie said to Ron, "Yeah but we were fighting them" I lied to Rons mom 

Ron walked off to go get the nightstands, I got up and my Dad stopped me for a moment "Carl it's okay?" He questioned just to make sure, "It's okay" I breathed and followed Ron

I shut the door behind me as we made it into his Mom's room, "Listen I uh- 

I grabbed my gun out of my holster and aimed it at him "Hand me the gun grip first." I warned, "Carl I'm sorry." Ron started, "Yeah I know. now give me the gun"

Ron got the gun out of his pocket and flipped it, handing it to me grip first. I grabbed it off him, feeling the weight of it in my hand. I put both my gun and Ron's gun away in my holster, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.

"Look man, I get it. My dad killed your dad, but you need to know something. Your dad was an asshole," I said, my voice filled with bitterness. I knew that Ron had a lot of anger towards me and my family, but I hoped that he could see the truth

"It's not just about that. It's about you and Nyla," he replied, his voice tense. "What about us?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

"You've been seeing her behind my back, haven't you?" he accused, his voice rising with anger. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was he serious?

"Like you didn't see her behind my back first," I replied in annoyance, not realizing that it was only going to make him angrier. But at this point, I didn't even care anymore.

"I didn't. I'm just saying if I did, I wouldn't do that when she's dating you anyway," I added

"Did she tell you she dumped me earlier?" he asked. Now I knew why he was upset.

"No," I replied back, I knew she wanted to break up with him or sort things out but I didn't think she would break up with him just yet, I didn't mention that to him though

He just stared at me blankly I turned around and left the room, "They knocked the sculpture over" Jessie stated, "All that noise, it's drawing more." Michonne stated I walked closer and heard Judith crying I turned my head "I'll get her" My dad said

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