"Carl stop screwing around, that thing could kill us." I said pulling Carl back.

"It's stuck, it's not going anywhere." He said throwing another rock at the walker.

He walked around the walker then pulled out a gun.

"Carl where did you get that?!" I yelled.

"Daryl, it's his gun."

I stood there in shock.

The walker came loose.

"Carl move!"

Carl jumped back and dropped the gun then took off. I jumped and ran across the swamp. I kicked the walker in the face and picked up the gun.

"Carl wait!" I yelled running after him.

Timeskip

I watched as Daryl pointed the gun at Dale's head. I buried my head in Lori's shirt and closed my eyes.

He was always like a grandfather to me. Comfort me when I was sad, he taught me how to shoot. Now there's no one.

Bang!

I started to cry. I pulled away to see the walker that killed him... The walker from the swamp.

Carl he should have shot it, he should have shot it!

Carl put his hand on my shoulder. "Y/N I..."

I pulled away. "Don't touch me!" I yelled and ran back towards the house.

"Wait!" Carl ran after me.

He caught up to me and grabbed my arm. "Hey Y/N." He looked me in the eyes.

"This our fault Carl, if we would have just killed it Dale wouldn't be dead." I shoved Carl away.

"You're right it's my fault, I shouldn't have gone into the swamp with Daryl's gun. I should have shot it. I'm sorry." Carl tried to hug me.

"Get away from me, don't touch me." I pulled away and ran to the house.

A/N sorry it's not lovey dovey yet. We're only 12, I read so many fanfic with them making out at the age of 12, no thanks. It will get more interesting. Promise.