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❝ CHAPTER TWELVE-
" dilan kills zombies with a pen" ❝

▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ "THIS IS IT, I'M DONE FOR," THE BOY CRIED, "JUST LEAVE ME BEHIND." carl and blythe dragged dilan from the mall and to the car. there was four walkers staggering around the car, probably called in from all the noise earlier.

carl rolled his eyes, "this guy is way too dramatic."

blythe gave him a look, which carl returned sarcastically.

"the zombies are going to eat me guys," he said, "look at me, I'm bleedin' like a stock pig."

"dude, shut the fuck up," blythe dropped her hold on him, carl followed in her steps, letting the boy dramatically fall to the floor.

blythe held the shovel she remembered to grab, while carl had his knife.

the walkers were already stumbling towards the two, coming at the guy who was crying and wailing.

carl watched as blythe stretched the shovel out, letting its metal slice into one of the walkers neck.

he himself, advanced on a walker who had poles stuck through its torso. deciding to grab onto one of the metal poles, carl wrenched it through its body and stabbing it into the brain.

he continued to use the pole, stabbing another walker upwards from the mouth.

blythe smashed her shovel into another walkers face, sending it to the floor. she easily pushing the spade into its head, slicing it in two.

pulling back, she flipped her hair away from her face, her eyes meeting carl's who was watching her intently.

he wanted to make sure she was okay. he could handle if blythe was bitten.

"I'm fine carl," she said, "believe it or not, I have to kill a lot of walkers every week."

carl nodded, averting his eyes away.

"oh, shit-" blythe watched as a walker crawled towards the screaming boy who was still on the ground.

carl and blythe rushed over, both weapons ready to stab.

the boy searched his pockets but only found a pen. clicking the pen, he crouched over to the zombie, stabbing the pen into the walkers eye.

he paused before yanking the pen out from its eye socket.

he frantically looked up at the two who had an impressed look on their faces.

"I-I just killed a zombie with a pen," he stated.

blythe hummed, "look at that, you're not as much of a pussy as I thought you were."

the boy smiled brightly, "I'm dilan."

"hi, dilan, I'm blythe, strangers call me bradley."

carl smirked, instantly remembering when they were first introduced.

dilan looked over at carl, "whoa, hello, I'm-"

"dilan," carl said sighing, "yes, i heard. I'm carl."

the boy tilted his head, his smile falling into a look of confusion, "seriously? out of every naming book, your daddy decided to name you-carl?"

beside a snickering blythe, he shifted his weight from foot to foot, "uh-y-yes?"

he shrugged, "okay, okay, carl and blythe."

bringing her shovel around, blythe knocked the metal into his head, instantly putting him to the dream world.

carl glared over at her, "are you for real?"

she shrugged, "he's annoying, plus he didn't call me bradley."

"so are you saying if I called you blythe the first time we met you would have brought a shovel to my face?" carl asked with disbelief in his tone.

bly hummed, "but I didn't have a shovel. maybe I would have punched you in that pretty face."

a grin raised to the corner of carls lips, "pretty?"

blythe rolled her eyes, "come on, help me get him in the car "

carl grabbed his legs while blythe lifted his shoulders. stumbling him to the back seat, blythe winced as they slammed his head into the door.

"you couldn't have knocked him out after he was in the car?" carl asked.

"eat shit, carl," she mumbled, trying to contain a laugh.

once they successfully tossed dilan in the backseat, she tossed carl the keys, "how about you drive."

carl searched her face for any sign of sarcasm, but she was being genuine.

"me, drive?" carl repeated.

she flattened her lips while slowly nodding, "that's what I said."

she tossed him the keys, "it's easy I promise."

"blythe, I've never drove a vehicle," he admitted.

blythe nodded, "I'm quite sure there's about a hundred things you haven't experienced and I'm changing that."

he looked down, a little embarrassed.

"and it's okay, i don't blame you," she said, "I'll teach you everything that i know."

carl nervously got into the driver's seat, blythe on the passengers side.

"key in ignition, easiest step," she said. carl did so, started the car right up.

"put your right foot on this pettle, that's your break." he pressed his foot down.

"this bar has you choose which gear you want to be in. we want to be in r 'reverse' right now." carl moved the gearstick to r.

she reached over, tapping his right leg, "let this foot up, slowly."

he did so, the car suddenly rolled backwards, freaking him out so he slammed on the breaks.

the two heard dilan in the back smash into the seats.

blythe blinked a few times, "it's okay, nothing is behind us, we won't crash."

she walked carl through the steps of backing up and which way to turn the wheel. he didn't do too shabby, occasionally breaking to hard.

she informed him how to use the gas and the drive gear.

getting the car on the road, carl was going pretty slow, nervously ping ponging between the lines.

"carl, eight years ago, you'd be worrying about staying on your side of the road, but we're in a apocalypse, nobody is driving out here."

carl loosened up, "yeah, you're right."

slowly but surely, he got up to speed, pushing fifty-five.

"see? not too hard, right grimes?" bly said, smiling.

"not too hard, bradley" he agreed.

"now just watch out for suicidal deer," she said, "they love jumpscaring new drivers."

carl snickered at how she phrased that, "I'll definitely watch out for suicidal deer."

"I'm not kidding!" she said, "one time a deer leaped out from the trees and slammed into the windshield."

she moved her shirt, revealing a deep scar near her collar bone, "the glass stabbed me."

carl looked at her horrified, "stabbed?"

she nodded, "and of course the deer walked off like it was nothing."

carl tittered, "when I was ten, I got close to touching a doe," he smiled at the memory, "it was amazing how she just stared at me."

blythe smiled fondly at his grin, "sounds magical."

"seemed like it," he said, "until I got shot."

blythe's mouth fell open, "what?"

carl giggled, "yeah, a hunter shot the deer, bullet went through and got me."

bly couldn't fathom the idea of little carl being shot, "oh, my god, that's so-fucked up."

carl nodded in agreement, "hey, so-speaking of old battle wounds," he said, keeping his eyes glued to the road, "what happened to your neck?" he asked.

bly sighed, "it was a long time ago," she said, "I was maybe thirteen. liam began to get verbal with me. then one day, he decided to stub his cigarettes out on my body."

carl looked over at her saddened expression, "his cigarettes? people do that?"

blythe nodded, "yes, some people do."

her hand grazed over her scars, "it was always on my neck, so he could easily see the pain he was inflicting on me."

her hand fell to her waist, "put a few out on my stomach when he was in a mood."

carl couldn't imagine how much pain liam put blythe through, he wondered how many scars he gave her.

"it kinda died down when he ran out of smokes," she said with a shrug.

"why'd you stay?" carl asked.

blythe nibbled on her bottle lip, "i was adopted from a toxic orphans home into a family who hardly looked at me. liam saved me and i didn't know any better."

carl frowned, he never knew she was an orphan. "toxic? how bad was it?"

blythe hummed, "I can hardly remember much, but I can still feel the rulers being relentlessly pounded into my hands. I remember feeling older kids taking advantage of us younger girls," she felt sick thinking about that hell hole.

carl brought a hand over, setting it over top of her own, "that must've been a nightmare."

she laughed, "literally," she turned her hand around, clasping her fingers around his.

"oh my god, you guys are like a mopey high school musical movie," they heard from behind.

blythe turned her body to look at a dazed dilan, he was slowly sitting up, groaning in the process, "did you hit me in the head with a shovel?"

she shrugged her shoulders, "yeah, couldn't have you calling more walkers in."

his eyes widened, "no, no! did you bring my pen? please say you grabbed my pen."

blythe tossed it back to him, "calm down, dil, it's right here."

he snatched it, holding the pen to his chest, "oh thank everything good."

"what's your deal dude, what's with a pen?" carl asked.

dilan secured the pen in his pocket, "it's the last thing I ever got from my dad before the apocalypse separated us."

"huh," blythe huffed, "sad story."

dilan put a hand on his heart, "his last words to me were, you got tits for balls son, you're a disgrace, before he left me behind."

blythe held in a laugh, "that doesn't even make sense."

"dad thought I was gay cause he seen me kissing my sisters boyfriend," he giggled, "I tell you what-that caused a lot of confusion."

the two front seaters shared the same confused look.

"I didn't have time to tell him that that prick kissed me," dilan continued.

"you're life's weird, man," carl said.

dilan scoffed, "says you bro, your dad named you carl."

"stop the name shaming, dickhead," blythe said.

"me the dickhead?" dilan gasped, "he's the one dad shaming me."

carl looked back at dilan with a glare, "I never said anything about your deadbeat father!"

"carl! road!" blythe turned the wheel to get him back on track.

"see! you insulted my dad again!"

"you know between all that screaming-your mouth should be pretty tired," carl yelled.

blythe still held the steering wheel from the other side.

"oh, you'd sure be surprised on how long I can go on without getting tired," dilan shouted back.

"oh yeah? how about a broken jaw? how will you talk then?" carl threatened.

"sign-amese bitch," he said, "that's right, I can speak with my hands!"

"ah, that's it," reaching back, carl's fist made contact with dilans face, sending the boy back into the dream world.

"carl!" blythe yelled, her face full of shock.

"what! that guy is a fool, why're we saving him?" he said, clearly irritated.

carl grabbed back into the wheel, letting a deep breath go.

"you feel better?" blythe asked, her eyes slanted.

"yes actually-" he looked over, "what's the face for?"

blythe didn't respond, "what's the face for bly?" he started, "you hit him with a freaking shovel!"

"yeah, because I'm temperamental," she said.

carl huffed, "okay, I'm sorry. I should have been the bigger person."

blythe scoffed, "nah, in all honesty I would have punched him as well. sign-amese isn't even how you say it."

defusing from the situation, it took twenty minutes to arrive back at alexanderia's gate.

carl waited for the door to open before driving in and parking.

blythe patted his chest, "check driving off the list." she mentally crossed it out from her list.

carl chuckled, undoing his seat belt and hopping out.

blythe opened the back door, dragging dilan out.

rick jogged up to the kids, "hey, what's going on?"

"found a kid on our way," blythe said, letting his body fall to the floor.

"huh," he knelt down to dilan, "what happened here?" he pointed to the blood.

"I happened," blythe said casually.

rick looked at blythe then at the stab wound, "what happened to his face?"

carl scoffed, "me."

rick looked between the two teenagers wondering what the hell happened in the span of one hour.

they both stared at the unconscious boy with a bitch face, rick was sensing that the kid was a real charmer to have gained the hate of his own son.

usually, it took a lot for carl to hate someone to to point of physical damage.

michonne seen what was happening and came jogging over. blythe found it cute how the two were wearing matching sheriff uniforms.

"oh wow, what happened?" she asked.

"found a kid while on a run, I accidentally stabbed him," blythe said the second part a little quieter.

she didn't know why, but she suddenly felt different when michonne asked. like she was guilty or something. she figured it was because michonne reminded her of a woman back in the orphans home who made her feel safe.

despite hardly knowing michonne, the woman felt like a motherly figure to bly.

"well, let's get him to the doctor," rick said, motioning michonne to grab his feet.

suddenly his pen fell from his pocket, "oh, his pen." blythe picket it up, stuffing it in dilan's shoe.

"dilan kills zombies with a pen," blythe said, giving them a heads up.

carrying dilan towards pete's, blythe heard her name being called, "blythe."

turning around, she seen deanna walking up, "I'm actually glad you're back, I need fo speak with you."

bly nodded, "of course, what is it?" she asked.

deanna looked at carl and the crowded community, "I was hoping somewhere-a little more private."

blythe looked back at a confused carl, "is it that important? can carl come too?"

deanna sighed weighing the options, "that's fine, follow me."

bly reached back and dragged carl by his flannel.

carl didn't question it following too.

as they entered deanna's office, blythe felt her heart drop to the bottom of her gut.

carl felt her hand around his tighten.

looking up, liam stood in the room, his arms crossed. his face had a deep scar across it, all stitched up.

"oh, blythe, baby," he said, "there you are!"

liam came over, pulling a frozen blythe into his arms.

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yuh

carl:
dilan:
carl:
dilan: *breathes*
carl: iF YOU DON'T SHUT THE FUK UP-

hope you like dilan, I think he's hilarious.

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