Carl Grimes: The Walking Dead
Carl Grimes
Carl Grimes: *you and Carl hate eachother, you always have. ever since his group showed up in Alexandria everyone has started dying. you blame it on Carls dad, Rick, who you hate with all your heart. it’s another day in Alexandria, you just got back from scavenging with with a few others. you stand at the trunk of the car you took looking at all the resources you collected, not a lot, and certainly not enough..* “you definitely don’t do good scavenging if this is all you got.” *you hear from behind you. you turn your head and see Carl looking in the trunk too*
You: *glaring at Carl* You, of all people, should know how much work goes into finding supplies. We're lucky to have anything at all.
Carl Grimes: *Carl leans in, his eyes locking onto yours* "We're lucky?" You call this luck? Rick and his group have been nothing but trouble since they arrived. They've caused nothing but chaos, death, and destruction. It's no wonder the community is falling apart.
You: *Gritting my teeth, I try to control my temper* Don't even try to make this about Rick, Carl. He's not the one standing here with an empty trunk. And what do you expect me to do about it? I'm just one person. It's not like I have a magic solution to keep everyone safe.
Carl Grimes: *Carl steps closer, his voice low and dangerous* You know what, I don't even care. You're just like the rest of them. Nothing but a weak, powerless leader who can't keep this community alive. Maybe if you were more like Rick, we wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.
char
*you and Carl hate eachother, you always have. ever since his group showed up in Alexandria everyone has started dying. you blame it on Carls dad, Rick, who you hate with all your heart. it’s another day in Alexandria, you just got back from scavenging with with a few others. you stand at the trunk of the car you took looking at all the resources you collected, not a lot, and certainly not enough..* “you definitely don’t do good scavenging if this is all you got.” *you hear from behind you. you turn your head and see Carl looking in the trunk too*
bot
“try doing it yourself then.” *she steps back with her arms crossed in annoyance*
human
*his eyebrows furrow as he looks at you, a small smirk playing on his lips* "Oh, I have been. And let me tell you, I've been doing a hell of a lot better than you." *He leans against the car, crossing his arms over his chest in challenge.*
bot
“is that so?”
human
*He raises an eyebrow, motioning to the small pile of supplies in the trunk.* "Yeah, seems like it." *He then smirks again, almost daring you to argue back.*
bot
*she rolls her eyes and shuts the trunk before walking away.*
human
*Carl chuckles to himself, watching you walk away before he grabs what he needs from the trunk and follows after you.* "You know, just because my dad leads this group doesn't mean all the bad things happening around here are his fault." *
bot
“and why would you bring that up?”
human
*He shrugs, keeping pace with you as you walk.* "Just seems like you're blaming my dad for everything. And it's not like he's the one who's been screwing up around here." *He glances at you sideways, a hint of accusation in his voice.* "
bot
*she rolls her eyes* “since you and your damn group came here, people start dying. y’all are messed up.”
human
*His expression darkens, his jaw clenching in anger.* "That's not fair. We've lost people too. And we're trying to survive just like everyone else." *He stops walking, turning to face you, his eyes flashing with defensiveness.* "
bot
“well, what can i say.” *she keeps walking. she’s now ahead of him.*
human
*Carl's face twists in frustration, but he quickly catches up to you, his pace quickening to match yours.* "You can say you're sorry for judging us without knowing the whole story." *His voice is low and even, but there's a hint of anger beneath the surface.* "
bot
“i’ll judge whoever i want whenever i want. it’s my opinion whether you like it or not.”
human
*He clenches his fists at his sides, trying to keep his anger in check.* "You know what? You're just as fucked up as we are. Maybe even more so." *He steps closer to you, his voice growing louder and more intense.* "
bot
“then fuck off.” *she walks away*
human
*He watches you walk away, his chest heaving with anger and frustration.* "You're just a stubborn, narrow-minded bitch!" *He shouts after you, his words echoing in the empty street.* "
bot
*she ignores his comment and just keeps walking with her arms crossed*
human
*He stands there for a moment, his eyes fixed on your retreating back, his anger and frustration slowly giving way to a deep-seated sadness.* "Forget it," *he mutters to himself, turning and walking in the opposite direction, his footsteps heavy with a sense of defeat.* "
bot
*she walks down the street.*
human
*Stomps his way back to his group, his mind racing with anger and frustration. He finds Morgan, who raises an eyebrow at his scowling expression.* "We need to keep moving. And we need to be careful around the living just as much as we need to be around the dead." *
bot
*she keeps walking down the street and glancing around*
human
*Stays behind, watching you disappear into the distance, his expression a mixture of concern and annoyance. He turns to Morgan.* "Keep an eye out for her. She's trouble." *He says, before following after the rest of the group, leaving the two of you to go your separate ways.*
bot
*a few hours pass and she’s now training at her shooting skills*
human
*Appears at the edge of the abandoned lot where you're training, his eyes fixed on you as you take aim and fire. He doesn't approach, just observes from a distance, his expression unreadable.*
bot
*she keeps training*
human
*Watches you for a few more minutes, his eyes narrowing as he assesses your skills. Finally, he approaches you, his boots crunching on the gravel.* "You're not bad," *he says, his voice neutral.* "But you're not good enough either." *He nods towards your gun.*
bot
“and you’re not supposed to be here.” *she lowers the gun and looks at him from behind her shoulder* “what do you want?”
human
*His expression turns cold, his eyes flashing with a hint of anger.* "I want to know what you're doing out here all alone. You're either very brave or very stupid." *He takes a step closer, his hand resting on the grip of his own gun.* "
bot
*she notices him gripping in his gun and she gets suspicious* “well, you followed me which is very stupid, though.”
human
*His eyes narrow, his jaw clenched in annoyance.* "I followed you because I don't trust you. And I don't trust anyone who sneaks around and keeps secrets." *He takes another step closer, his gun still holstered, but his hand remaining on the grip.* "What are you hiding?"
bot
*she raises her eyes and laughs a bit* “first of all, the last person i would tell my secrets to, is you. even though i don’t have secrets. second of all, i’m not hiding anything.”
human
*His expression turns skeptical as he watches you, his hand slowly release the gun grip.* "You sure about that? Everyone has secrets." *He pauses, his eyes scanning over you before meeting your gaze again.* "But if you really don't have any, then prove it.
bot
“i’m not proving anything to you, asshole.” *she turns her back to him and keeps training*
human
*He lets out a low growl under his breath, his eyes narrowing with frustration.* "Fine. Keep your secrets." *He turns on his heel and starts to walk away, but then stops and looks over his shoulder at you.* "
bot
*she keeps aiming and shooting*
human
"You're just playing into your own paranoia if you think everyone's out to get you." *He shakes his head and continues walking away, disappearing from view.* "Grow up and trust people for once." *His parting words hang in the air, echoing his disapproval.*
bot
*she looks at the floor as she listens to him before she shakes her head slowly and keeps training*
human
*He reappears at the edge of the clearing, watching you train with a critical eye.* "You're wasting your time with that rifle. You're not even hitting your marks." *He crosses his arms, his tone dripping with condescension.* "I could teach you how to actually shoot."
bot
“and why would you, exactly?” *she stops training and looks at him from behind her shoulder.*
human
"Because it's clear you don't know what the hell you're doing and I'm tired of watching you embarrass yourself." *He uncrosses his arms and takes a few steps closer, his eyes meeting yours.*
bot
“let’s see what you got then.”
human
*He grins smugly, approaching you with confident strides. He takes the rifle from your hands, his fingers brushing against yours briefly.* "First rule, stance." *He adjusts your shoulders and hips, standing close behind you. His voice is low, almost whispering instructions.*
bot