Your p.o.v 
                    After we finish eating we all put our plates in the bin.  Patrick's and Hershal's job is to wash the dishes and put them in the correct bins, but Patrick doesn't feel good and Rick needed Hershal for something so guess who are both stuck together for replacements? Thats right, me and Carl.

                   "This sucks man, gotta be stuck together twice for chores that aren't even ours. I swear it's like a freaking hippe camp where everyone has to be friends. " Carl complains.

                   I roll my eyes and scrub a plate with the sponge. "It ain't that bad Carl."

                  "Like hell it isn't! Do you want to be stuck with me for every freaking chore we do?"

                 "I honestly don't care, as long as I'm alive and not surrounded by dead freaks. I'll work with Hitler if it means surviving this right now. But the fact that they intentionally pair us up is crap." We finish the last of the dishes and start to head back to the prison.

                    "Well, I'd rather have to kill a thousand of those things than be forced into a friendship." That kind of hurts but I shrug it off.

                      "Gee thanks Carl. All you do is hurt and bully me. Good night Carl." I start to pick up my pace and go ahead of him.

                         "(Y/N) wait," Carl puts his hand on my shoulder and I spin around to look at him, his expression softens. "I can't do this anymore. I -"

                         "(Y/N)! Carl! It's lights out! Get your slow walkin' butts in here!" Daryl calls out the door. I start to run towards him. He holds the door open as Carl and I run inside. "What takes you two two hours to wash dishes? Good thin' you don' have those jobs."

                    We both mumble a sorry and head to our cells. I hoist myself up onto my bunk and get my comic and flashlight out of my backpack on my bed. It's a Spiderman comic that Rick gave me, saying that Carl has been "wanting to give it to me" which I find very hard to believe. I'm halfway through the battle with the Green Goblin.

                       I'm almost to the end but decide that I should probably get to bed. I click off my flashlight and put it and the comic book back in my backpack and pull my throw blanket over me a little more. I close my eyes and replay the events of today. One sticks in my mind the most, it makes me wonder what Carl was about to say. What can't he do anymore? Live? Work? Argue? What?

                    I find my self becoming worried and know that if I think about it too much I'll never get to sleep. I push it into the back of my mind. Truth is I still like Carl deep down. I know it's foolish of me to like him when he doesn't even want to be friends with me, but it won't go away no matter how hard I try to make it go away.  His eyes make mine turn away, his perfect face makes my cheeks burn red, his voice makes my legs shake and my heart race.  I remember reading in a book that it was just puppy love and that everyone goes through it. I try to hide it though so I don't get made fun of by him. He can be such a jerk most of the time. In a day he went from kind and caring to an ass and I don't know what I did to cause this.

                 Soon my thoughts swirl around in my head until sleep takes over my body and I drift off to sleep with someone snoring in another cell. This is what a normal life is right now, and I love it.

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                   I'm disturbed from my sleep when someone grabs my leg. I shake it off and yell at my brother.  I'm about to go back to sleep when two hands grab my foot and start dragging me off. I recognize the moaning and jolt awake. I scream and yank my leg away. I hear another scream in the distance but it gets gurgled and I don't want to know why. I reach under my pillow for my knife and grab the hilt. I stab the Walker in the head and it falls down, taking my knife with it.

               I start to get down from my bed and hear total chaos outside my cell.  "(Y/B/N) you okay?" My brother doesn't reply and I look over at his bed. His guts are everywhere and I stumble back, tripping over the Walker that I killed. I look down at the face and hit the wall and slide down it. Patrick. The Walker is Patrick. I grab my knife out of his head and stab him everywhere,

              " You killed my brother! First you rape me, then you eat him! I should've let Carl kill you when he had the chance!" Another Walker stumbles in and I let it come to me. At this point I don't really care if I die. It's about to grab me when all of a sudden an arrow flies through it's head. Uncle Daryl grabs me and makes me stand up. I didn't realize I was crying till a drop landed on my mouth. I tackle my uncle in a hug and cry into his vest. He hugs back and Tyreesse comes running in.

                 "Oh crap! I'm so sorry guys." More screams come from outside the cell.

                 Daryl pushes me away. "(Y/N), I need you to close your cell door an' stay  in here." He says wiping tears from his face and running back out there. Like hell I'm going to stay here!