Please save him
"Bring him in here!" We ran into the infirmary and placed Carl on the bed.
"Please save him. Please. You can't-- I can't-- please, he can't die. He can't. . ." Rick stuttered over his words and paced around. I watched the doctor as she rushed around and worked on him.
I stayed quiet, tears silently streaming down my face. I didn't look at Carl. It's not that I didn't want to, I just couldn't. I couldn't bring myself to looking at him like this.
"He can't die. I love him, you can't let him die. He still has his whole life ahead of hi--" I stopped myself, sobbing again. Michonne Wrapped her arms around me from beside me. I shut my eyes as my body shook with each sob. "He's everything I have. I can't loose him. I can't."
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I stayed next to Carl the rest of the night. They were able to stop the bleeding from his eye but they told us that they didn't know if he would make it. I was the only one in the room. Everyone else went outside to help Rick kill the walkers. Rick was angry. So, so angry.
I looked down at Carl. We moved him to an actual bed in a room for more privacy. I half him limp, cold hand in my own, looking over his face. He had gauze wrapped over his eye so it wouldn't get infected. His face was paler than I'd ever seen it.
I brought my hands up and lifted the Sherif hat off my head. I rubbed my thumb over the rim of it.
"I guess this means you get the hat back, huh?" I let out a single chuckle and sniffled. "It's tradition, after all. Besides, you look better in it than I do." I sighed and placed the hat on his head. It fell down over his face and I quietly scoffed. "Guess we should wait till you wake up to give you the hat. Gives me a little more time with it." I shook my head and placed the hat on the nightstand.
"Babe, you need to wake up, okay? You can't leave me here. I know I have the group and my dad but I need you. I can't go on without you, you're all I know. You're everything I have, I can't keep going without you." I wiped my tears from my face with my shirt sleeve. "You told me this morning that Ron wasn't gonna kill you, that I wasn't gonna lose you. . . That has to be true. It--it has to be. I need you." I took a shaky breath and stood up, bending down and pressing my lips against his. I felt a tear roll down my cheek and fall onto Carl's face. I gently wiped it away and walked over to the other side of the bed. I laid down beside Carl and put an arm around him, over his chest. I could feel the faint rising and falling as he breathed. I laid he head on his chest and listened to the quiet thump thump thump of his heart.
"I love you, Carl." I whispered.
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I walked up to Carl, who was digging in the garden with Rick. I walked up behind Carl and wrapped my arms around him, resting my chin on his shoulder.
"Hey." I mumbled. The sun had just come up and it was early. Carl stopped digging and looked over his shoulder at me.
"What're you doing up?" He asked, a small smile on his face. I shrugged and let go of him, picking up another shovel and resting my arms on it.
"Everyone's up. I have fence duty but I wanted to say good morning." I said, kissing his cheek and taking a couple steps backwards.
"Her, I'll come with you. Hold up." Carl said. I glanced over at Rick, who had his hands on his hips as he just stared at Carl with this look that said 'oh, will you now?'.
"No, stay with your dad. Some of the Woodbury kids are gonna be there." I said. He looked over at the fence and clenched his jaw.
"I know. That's why I wanna go with you." He said slowly through clenched teeth. I raised an eyebrow and glanced over at the fence, where two boys from Woodbury were stabbing walkers along with my dad and Sasha.
"You're jealous." I sang, looking back over at him.
"Am not." He defended. I scoffed.
"Sure. Look, if my dad catches anyone even looking at me. . ." I shook my head and chuckled. "I'll be fine. I love you." I said the 'I love you' and a singsong voice, putting my hands on either side of his face. He stuck out his bottom lip and rolled his eyes, swatting my hands off his face.
"Yeah, whatever. Shouldn't you be at the fence?" He scoffed. I laughed and pouted.
"Don't you love me back?" I heard Rick let out a small sigh and I let out a chuckle, trying to keep a straight face.
"Maybe." He shrugged. I narrowed my eyes and but my lip to keep back a laugh.
"You love me." I said. He shook his head. "Yeah you do."
"Nah." He said. I shrugged, dropping my hands.
"Alright. I'm gonna go talk to Mattaeo over there. He's pretty cute." I joked. Carl's eyes went wide and he shook his head.
"No, I was joking. I do love you." Carl said quickly, shaking his head and grabbing my hand. I smiled.
"Ha! Told ya." I chuckled. Carl sighed and chuckled, shaking his head. "I'm gonna get to work. Love you." I said.
"I love you." He said. I smiled and turned around, walking down to the gate.
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"Melissa." I heard michonne whispered, putting a hand on my arm. I groaned and opened my eyes, seeing Carl's hair in front of my eyes. I brought my hand up to his face and rubbed my thumb over his cheek.
"Are they all dead?" I mumbled.
"The walkers? Yeah. Everyones back now. Your dad's in getting stitched up. Wanna give Rick some time with Carl?" Michonne's voice was soft and quiet. I looked over my shoulder at michonne and saw the sadness and worry on her face. I looked back at Carl and nodded. I leaned over and kissed his cheek. I slowly got up and out of bed, walking over to michonne. She put her hands on my shoulders and I looked up at her.
"You holding up alright?" She asked. I nodded my head 'yes' and glanced back at Carl. "That was a stupid question, huh?" He asked. I shrugged and she wrapped her arms around me, pulling me close to her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and held back some cries.
"You think everything's gonna be okay?" I asked.
"I know it will. Go see your father." She let go of me and I looked up at her.
"Thank you." I said. She nodded and let out a small smile, looking back at Rick and Carl. I walked out of the room and met my dad by the stairs. He walked over to me and wrapped an arm around me.
"I like the hat." He sat us down on the stairs. I leaned into him and let out a breath.
"What happened to you back there?" I asked. "Michonne said you had to get stitched up." I kept my eyes on the ground.
"Just ran into some group. A couple groups, actually. Nothing we couldn't handle." He said. I nodded.
"Remember Rosalyn and Damien?" I asked. Dad thought about it for a minute.
"Yeah, why?"
"Do you think they're still alive? Or that family we met a ways back. With the little boy who's arm I had to cut off. And then his dad shot me? Do you think they're still alive? Do you think anyone we know is still alive?" I asked. I yawned and cuddled into my dad more, shutting my eyes.
"I know we're still alive. That's about the only thing tha' matters." He sounded exhausted. Just completley drained. Who knows what happened back there.
"I missed you, dad." I sighed, wrapping my arms around his waist and resting my head on his shoulder.
"Missed you too, baby girl."
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I FEEL SO WEIRD MAKING DARYL CALL MEL BABY GIRL BECAUSE IN MY DARYL FANFIC HE CALLS HIS GIRLFRIEND BABYGIRL AND SWEETHEART AND KT EKTHER SOUNDS ODDLY SEXUAL/ROMANTIC OR SARCASTIC AND MEAN AND I GIVE UP.
IM FREAKING OUT BECAUSE 6x10 WHOOOOP WHOOOOP I CRIED BUT SOME OF YOU MAY NOT HAVE WATCHED IT SO IM NOT GONNA SAY ANYTHING
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[richonne;) ;)] [carnid(ish)(not really) ;) ;)] [RICKYL ;) ;) <3] and Judith being an adorable lil thing just AWWEEH THEYRE ALL A BIG HAPPY FAMILY I LOVE IT SORRY
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I'm gonna hop into making the next chapter bye byeee <3