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William Gaunt was alone. He had nothing left in this hellish world, his mother was dead, his father was assumed dead and he was all alone. That was until he found the prison and the group he would come to know as family.
(Fair warning this story is gonna be hella gay and the main character is a oc, make him be as who you want him to be
and I do not own any of the characters from The Walking Dead comics or tv show, I only own the original characters I create
He was still only a kid, he was fourteen with no help in a world that had been taken over by the undead. The world fell quick too, he was at a hospital in Atlanta with his parents for his Mother's cancer treatments. Unfortunately though, it was all for nothing, as his mother's cancer was terminal and she only had a short time before she would pass.
The young boy was by his mother’s side when she died..and when she came back from he dead. His father couldn't do it so it was left up to William to put his mother down, at only thirteen he had to kill his mother and it certainly didn't help his mindset in the world around him. Scott was with his father at first, staying alive and learning to defend himself from the walkers and other survivors who were going to try to hurt them. Then it all went to shit.
"Fucking fuck cunt fuck shit!" William
heard his father yell as he slammed the door to the house they were seeking shelter in which caused the young boy to quickly run down the stairs, holding his bat. "Dad what the hell is happening?!" He asked, panicked as his father moved a bookcase infront of the door and began grabbing their things. "God damn mother fucking walkers. Get your fucking shit." The older male commanded. It sent William quickly up the stairs to grab his few things before getting back downstairs as walkers bursted through the door, the bookcase began to move. "God dammit William I love you go! I'll catch the fuck up!" The dark haired middle aged man barked at his son as William
quickly darted to the back door and ran out, a walker grabbing him before he shoved it away and crushed its skull with his thick wooden baseball bat. The boy's brown eyes looked back to the house as he made it to the tree line, holding his breath as he looked back towards the house, he could feel his eyes watering in fear of losing the only other family member he had left in the world. He tried to wait for as long as he could but there were too many walkers getting closer and closer to him and he had no choice, he had to leave and so he did. He turned away from the house and ran for as long as he could, not stopping until he was sure he was in the clear and in the middle of a old back road somewhere in Georgia.
William
was alone now.
He had nothing and nobody with him. He'd managed to scavenge some food from some abandoned stores and such along with hunting small animals like squirrels and such like his father had showed him. He yawned some as he leaned against a large tree and rubbed his eyes sleepily. He was tired and was slowly losing all of his energy he had left, he knew it was only a matter of time before he would completely collapse and die unless he found somewhere safe where he could rest. At the end of the day he was still a child and the truth was that he was scared. "Come on William. You can make it a little bit further. You have to. You can't stop."
He said to himself, hitting the tree with the side of his hand to get himself going as he trudged forward through the woods before coming to a clearing and looking in shock at what was before his eyes. A prison. A prison that had obviously been taken over, one that seemed safe. Scott glanced back and forth across the fences, observing how few walkers there were there. Obviously whoever was in that prison was intent on keeping it safe. He knew he had no choice, he had to try to get help from the people in there, if he didn't he was pretty much dead already. William took a deep breath and gripped his bat tightly in one hand and adjusted his bag over his shoulder before quietly making his way towards the main gate, hoping and praying to a god he didn't believe in that he would get some form of help. As he made his way to the main gate and gently placed his hand against the cold metal fence infront of him. "Is anyone in there?! I need help! Please!"
William, called out as he looked ahead, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched and hoped for someone to approach him, making sure to glance back to make sure no walkers were sneaking up behind him. "Dammit please! I need help!" He called out again, feeling his heart drop as he once again had no response and turned back towards the woods, walkers beginning to stumble out of the woods as William raised his bat, swinging it and killing the first when it was close enough before being pulled back and falling to the ground as he watched someone who seemed to be about his age close the gate. "What the hell was that?! Are you trying to get killed?!"
The smaller male yelled at William as William stood to his feet and looked at him. "I was just trying to get someone's attention..figured no one was here so I had to fight those walkers off before I could go." William said simply as he stared at the boy and then extended his hand. "Thank you though..I'm William gaunt by the way."William said softly as the other male took his hand and shook it. "I'm Carl. Carl Grimes. Let's get you introduced to my dad. Figure out if we can help but first I'm going to need your weapons."
Will looked at the other boy for a moment before nodding and holding his bat out to the other person along with a knife. "That's all I have." Will
said as he looked to Carl as he took the weapons.
"Alright. Just follow me inside and I'll find my dad. He's the leader so he will make the final decision if you can stay but I think he will let you." Carl said as he began to walk up the gravel path towards the prison.
Will eyes looked at the prison in a bit of shock, he was surprised to see a place like this so secure considering how large it was. "How have you guys managed to keep this place so secure? It's massive." He said in disbelief as Carl laughed some.
"Well, a lot of it's been luck if I'm being honest... We lost a few people when we first got here." Carl said softly as his body language changed.
"I'm sorry to hear that, I know it was probably hard." He said understandingly as Carl spoke again to change the subject.
"Thanks. Regardless though, we've made it real secure. I think we have like almost a eighty people here in total. We took in about sixty from this place called Woodbury. Crazy guy with a eyepatch was running it and attacked us. Didn't end well." He said smirking some as he mentioned that the attacker didn't win, almost as if it was warning as well incase will was thinking of trying something.
"Well that's good to know. Hopefully y'all let me stay..I really don't wanna go back out there." He said with a slightly nervous laugh as they walked through a door and down a dark hallway before coming out at what seemed like was a guards only area before the outbreak.
"Just wait here while I go get my dad, I'll be back." Carl said as he walked through a cell looking door and closed it behind him and walked off.
"Well let's hope these people aren't complete lunatics like some people I've met." He said to himself with a slight chuckle as he looked around calmly before he heard voices coming towards him. He tensed up some as a man and woman walked through the door Carl had left in, the brunette woman was the first of the two to notice Will sitting there.
"Well hello..are you new here?" The woman asked before sitting down across from Will. "There's no need to be nervous. We've been here with Rick since about the beginning and this place is safe." The woman spoke before the male spoke up.
"Maggie's right, this place is safe and Rick is a good man." He said before extending his hand to Will. "I'm Glenn by the way, this is my wife Maggie." He said kindly to Will as Will took his hand and shook it.
"Well it is nice to meet you both, hopefully Rick lets me stay here so I can get to know you guys better." He said smiling some, a bit surprised by the kindness shown by the two people.
"Well I see you've already met Glenn and Maggie. I'm Rick." A voice said from behind the two individuals as he approached. He was a bit of a older man, probably in his forties with a scruff beard and slicked back brown hair. "Carl tells me you don't have a group. That true?" The man asked as he looked at Will sitting at the metal table and nodded.
"Yes sir that's correct. I've been on my own since the start..well since I got split up from my dad." He clarified as he looked at the older male.
"Alright. Well I have a few questions for you first before we can let you stay here." Rick explained as Will nodded quickly. "Alright, lets get started then. How many walkers have you killed?" Rick asked as he looked at the boy who was his sons age.
"I think thirty, maybe a little more of a little less. I know it's in that ballpark though." He said simply as Rick nodded understandingly, seeming a bit shocked that someone so young had killed so many walkers.
"How many people have you killed?" Rick asked the boy.
The young brunette thought for a few moments before speaking up. "Two." He said softly as he looked down, thinking of the few people he had killed since all this had started.
"Why?" The groups leader asked, his eyes seeming to burn a hole through Will.
"One attacked me when I was looking through a house for food..he was probably a little older than me, he charged me and I stabbed him in the chest. The other was my mother when this started..she had cancer and turned...my dad couldn't do it so I did." He said softly as he felt his eyes water some at the thought of his mom. He missed her everyday in this world, from the way she'd smile and laugh and hug him when he was sad. He missed how simple things were.
"I'm sorry to hear that William-" Rick began to speak before Carl cut him off.
"It's ok. I had to kill my mom too, you aren't alone." Carl said softly as he adjusted the sheriffs hat on his head.
"As I was saying. I'm sorry to hear you had to do that. From what I can tell you are a good kid though and will be helpful here." Rick said and smiled some at Will as the young boy's brown eyes lit up with relief.
"I can show him to a cell and help him get settled in." The young Korean man named Glenn said as he stood up.
"Alright, I'll let you handle that while I go help Hershel. He's showing me how to plant turnips today." Rick said and laughed softly before walking outside.
Will smiled some as he stood and looked to Glenn. "Alright. Lead the way to where I can get some actual sleep." Will said with a slight chuckle which Glenn understood.
"I don't know how much sleep you'll be able to actually get, this bed suck." He joked with the boy as he walked to an empty cell and stepped aside for Will to enter.
"Thanks. I appreciate it." He said as he walked in and sat on the small mattress with his bag.
"If you need anything just find me, Maggie and I's cell is three cells down so just find either of us." Glenn said kindly to Will sat there.
"Thanks. Nice to meet some people who aren't complete psychos who'll try to kill me." He joked as he pulled out his few comics from his bag along with a journal and a single change of clothes he had.
Glenn laughed some at Will comment before noticing the lack of clothes the boy had. "What size clothes you wear? Next time I go out with some of the others on a run I'll try to find you some." He offered as he sat down in a chair that was sitting in Will cell.
"Thanks, I'll write down what size shirt I wear and stuff." William said as he pulled a pen from his bag and quickly wrote down his sizes. "I wear a extra large t-shirt so it'll be comfortable and and I wear a forty in shorts and forty thirty-two in pants." He said as he finished writing it down and handed the paper to Glenn.
"Alright, I'll see what all I can find for ya." He said and smiled some as he stood up. "Dinner is in about a hour and a half so I'll make sure to get you for it. Until then get some rest." Glenn said smiling before walking out of the cell leaving Will alone.
He smiled to himself and felt himself relax, he felt safe here. Well, as safe as he could feel in a new place. He sighed softly to himself and dug through his bag before smiling some as he pulled out a picture and looked at it, reminiscing some. "Miss you guys." He said softly to himself as he looked at the picture of himself with his parents from before the world went to hell before setting it on a small desk like thing that was in the room and laying back closing his eyes.