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❝ CHAPTER FIFTEEN—
" complete mess " ❝

▇▇▇▇ IT WAS LATER IN THE DAY WHEN BLYTHE FINALLY DECIDED TO SPEAK WITH ENID. the girl felt like it was an awkward subject to talk about that night. enid was obviously drunk and bly doubted that she could remember what happened.

between the two, they admired each other, they were best friends. when enid first arrived to alexanderia, bly was the first to get her to talk. their bond was special.

blythe loved her, she really did. the two had been through so much in the few years of being in alexanderia.

bly was also always wanting to experience new things, so when enid kissed her, she didn't exactly know how to react.

that night, bly was full of emotions—her sudden feelings for carl, her on the way to end things with liam. frankly she was a complete mess.

the talk went smoothly and the girls cleared some areas up.

blythe explained how she was in fact—infatuated by enid, but those emotions weren't strong enough to build something out of it.

enid felt the same way, saying how she mainly had a silly girl crush on her. after all, blythe helped her cope from all the pain of her past. it was more of an emotional attachment.

making sure to apologize, enid felt bad for her drunken actions. however, blythe made sure that she knew it was all okay.

simple as that, everything was cleared up. the girls were closer than ever.

as the sun went down, carl sat on his bed, flipping through a comic he received from ron.

blythe walked in the room, holding packaged poptarts, "you up for snacks?"

carl looked up, a small smile raised it his lips, "always."

blythe tossed them on the bed, "first, we gotta clean our cuts. I need help with my hands." she put out her arms, showing off the red stained bandages.

carl nodded, jumping off the bed, "lead the way, bradley."

the two strided into the bathroom, grabbing wash clothes and any spare cleaning solutions that alexanderia had.

"how 'bout you go first," carl said, "take your bandages off."

bly worked at unwrapping each bandage, revealing the deep punctures in her palms.

"shit, blythe, that looks terrible!" carl freaked, grabbing her hand.

bly shrugged, "It's gonna heal."

carl shook his head, "whatever you say."

she snickered, "don't you have identical wounds on your back?"

carl sheepishly grinned, "yeah, but it's not like my back can keep me alive."

bly tilted her head, "I mean, that makes sense."

dampening the towel down, carl worked on cleaning any of the dried blood away from her skin.

blythe set a hand on top of his forearm, "careful grimes," she said in a whisper.

carl stopped for a second, "too rough?"

she nodded, "I've got no pain meds in me."

the boy apologized again before gently cleaned her palms.

"so, has deanna said anything yet?" carl asked.

blythe shook her head, "not yet, I don't blame her for what she said. I had a lot of problems back then." plus deanna was dealing with the sudden death of her son.

carl shook his head, "whatever she said, she shouldn't have."

bly frowned. when she was at the point of ending her life all those years ago, deanna helped her through it. now, she still acted like bly was infected with a disease.

carl finished with her hands, making sure to wrap them again, "can I see your neck?"

she nervously chuckled, the vibrations sent a electric shock to the wound.

"you might wanna be careful," she said, "it's what hurts the most."

he nodded, "I'll be careful."

blythe looked in the mirror, gently peeling the taped on bandage off her skin.

carl frowned seeing the stitched up cut. he could remember the exact moment when blythe purposely went against liams knife, inflicting the blade against herself to save the both of them. she was strong, carl admired that.

she turned back to carl, "I don't think I'm supposed to clean this one yet, too fresh."

carl got closer, his hand came up to the back of her neck as he observed the cut.

"blythe, that looks deep," he said.

she flattened her lips, "yeah, I know, but what else could've been done."

he didn't answer, not having a different solution.

all carl knew was that bly was too young to be going through this shit.

though he was young, back before the apocalypse, he remembered how his uncle used to beat his wife. rick had to through this own brother in jail.

blythe's situation was worse compared to his uncles.

he turned his attention back to the girl who was staring directly as his eyes.

something about that long glance, they looked away, cheeks red and hearts racing.

blythe cursed to herself, she never acted like this before.

carl cleared his throat, "well, if you wanna put that bandage back on, I can get any other cuts."

blythe nodded, reapplying the bandage to her neck.

"I do have one other cut, it's on my shoulder." it happened when liam slammed her into the glass mirror.

blythe eyed carl, "you cool if I take this off?"

carl felt his face burning, "y-yeah, no, go ahead."

bly laughed quietly as she slipped her shirt off. the two went silent for a split second.

the boy suddenly chuckled, "I'm getting deja vu."

bly smiled, remembering the first time carl helped fix up a wound inflicted from liam.

the girl turned around, letting carl remove the white bandage on her shoulder.

the gauge wasn't as deep, but deep enough to have stitches.

he brought the cloth up to her skin, cleaning away the dry blood, "has liam ever done anything like this?"

bly furrowed her eyebrows, "gone too far you mean?"

carl nodded.

"many times, he just never involved glass." 

the two went silent again, bly occasionally flinched from the pain as the cloth came in contact with her the sensitive cut. 

"carl, i also wanted to say sorry," she said. group members, glenn, noah, tara, and eugene went on a run to retrieve items for deanna. 

they came back without noah or deanna's son aiden. 

she gazed at carl's reaction in the mirror, "yeah, it's okay bly. how'd you hear of it?"

"rick and glenn—glenn is it?—were talking on the porch."

carl hummed not saying a word.

she frowned, it sounded like he lost many of friends throughout his time out of alexandria. 

bly sighed, "I had no idea any of that was happening," she said. the run was never mentioned to bly, even before the big fight.

"bly, it's not your fault," carl said, "we lose people all the time. it sucks, but what else can we do." 

he moved over to her other shoulder to clean a minor cut, but he froze. blythe could see the instant change of emotion in his eyes. was it fear?

"blythe," be began, "what the hell."

"what?" she questioned, "what it it?"

she felt carl's cold fingertips graze over a spot on her shoulder which was almost always covered by her hair. she forgot about it honestly. 

her heart dropped, "o-oh, it's nothing seriously."

carl stared at a scarred bite mark. a human bite mark. 

"I don't understand," he said, looking up at her. 

blythe turned to face him, "It was nothing, just a dog bite."

he could tell how nervous she was. she was lying. 

carl grabbed her shoulders and forced her back around, "were you bit by a walker?" 

"no?" she said more in a question, "like a said, dog bite."

the boy knew she was wrong. he'd seen his fair share of walker bites, and this, this was caused by human teeth. he could even see an indent in her skin, the walker got a good chunk of meat from her. 

  "blythe, explain now." 

bly thought about it for a second, "no, I don't have to."

carl turned her back around, finding her eyes, "please, I just want to know what happened."

she sighed, letting her head fall, "carl, there's things i can't even explain."

he flattened his lips, feeling frustrated. 

blythe broke away from his grasp and put her shirt back on.  

"whatever, let's just forget this happened," blythe said, "let me get your hands." 

carl raised his hands, looking at the identical bandages like hers. his knuckles were still tainted red from all the blood.

"fine, i'm not going to push it," he said, "but I need an explanation at some point in time." 

blythe furrowed her eyebrows, "okay," she paused, "you've heard me talk about my parents?"

carl nodded.

"I was adopted by them. they were scientists who worked on the zombie virus case."

"seriously? you know the origin?" he asked, quieter. 

blythe shook her head, "I was nine or ten, they didn't tell me anything. I just remember getting a daily shot that they claimed was for my health."

"there were others like me, i'm not special," she said, "I had a brother and a sister, we were getting the same treatments. they made us stay on a farm in the middle of nowhere so nobody would find us." 

carl stared blankly at her, "why have i never been told about this?" 

"because i'd like to forget it, and i don't want anyone knowing," she said, grabbing a cloth for his cuts. 

carl opened his hand in hers, wincing every time the cloth got close to each cut.

after fifteen minutes of cleaning, apologizing for inflicted pain, and an awkward moment of seeing carl without his shirt, blythe made sure every wound wasn't going to be infected.

seeing all the tiny glass cuts on his back made bly feel even worse about the situation. liam was such an asshole.

"there, now come on," blythe tossed the rags down, "snacks await."

carl followed the girl back to his room and copied her as she crashed on the bed, stomach first.

"so—have you gotten bitten more than once?" he asked, reaching for a poptart.

blythe shook her head, "no, I don't even remember getting this one."

"I'm still confused," carl tossed a corner of the crust in his mouth, "so your parents are—were scientists, they adopted you and others to inject a substance into your body, now you're what, immune?"

blythe shrugged her shoulders, "I don't think I'm immune."

"is any of the other children alive? maybe ask them how they're doing," carl suggested.

"oh yeah, let me just stroll out of alexandria to go find my forgotten brother and say, hey, what's up man, long time no see."

carl shrugged, "yeah, exactly."

blythe slapped her head, "carl, I watched my little sister get demolished by the deadheads and my brother left for obvious reasons."

"what obvious reasons?" he asked.

she sighed, "they always told me he went to early college. he was fourteen and I believed them."

"I've been thinking this whole time that they were wrong, I think he ran away."

carl blew out a puff of air, "huh, you've gotta strange life, blythe."

she smiled, "tell me about it."

"I still don't understand any of it," he began, "but thanks for telling me."

she nodded, "you're the only other person that knows."

"really?" he hummed.

bly nodded again, "I've never told anyone. almost everyone believed my dog bite story."

"that was so obviously a lie," carl threw his hands out, "I didn't believe you for one second."

"hey, I did my best. it's—hard to lie around you," she admitted, punching his shoulder.

"it's hard to lie around me?" he tilted his head with a smirk.

"shut up, you know what I mean."

carl laughed it off before throwing a blanket over him, "I need my hours, if you wanna stay in here that's okay, but we do have a spare room."

blythe turned her face away, "it'd rather stay in here. I don't want to be alone."

he brought a hand out of the covers and clasped around hers, "I get it, stay."

blythe looked at him, "move over, cowboy "

carl moved to the other side of the bed, allowing enough room for blythe to get comfortable and to have her own space.

she rolled over and tossed an arm over his chest, "good night, carl grimes."

carl was glad that the lights were off, he could feel his face heating up.

after a split second he responded, "good night, blythe bradley."

HEHEHEHHEEH

anyways, she's not immune.
you'll find out.

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anyways rickie gets to fightie
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