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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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SOUTH PAW?

carl grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: mentions of character death (Abraham & Glenn), mentions of gore, traumatic events, mentions of amputation, begging, mentions of pregnancy (Maggie's), Negan, unedited work.

A/N: sorry for the long break, i've been so busy with a lot of things but i have a few scrap drafts i might put together and post so i'll try my best to update my queue this week.

a long night of violence is how she could describe it, a long night of tears pouring down everyone's faces as they watched a cruel man bash in two of their friends heads without even such an ounce of mercy for their poor souls in his mind.

the night felt like the eternity but as the sun had risen and the night faded it was still like a fever dream, like this wasn't all real and she was going to have to wake up soon from this nightmare.

except this was all real, Abraham and Glenn's dead bodies with their heads smashed in that was real, all of the blood splattered on y/n's face from the slinging of Negan's bat that was real.

she watched as Rick was tossed back out onto the gravel, his hands reaching to stop himself as he followed the man's forceful orders to get on all fours while he kneeled down to him.

"i'm giving you a choice Rick and this is your grand prize, what you do next will decide whether it becomes just those twos bad day or the rest of these lovely men and women sitting in front of us"

he gestured with his hands for his men to point guns at the back of their heads and y/n could feel the barrel pressed against the back of her head making her swallow harshly.

her knees started to ache from the rocks that pressed against them, the blood of a father figure had dried on her face and she could almost feel like it had been sinking into the pores of her skin.

she felt gross to have the blood on her, she felt sick each time she even looked at the dead man who was next to her, she felt sick knowing his pregnant wife was a sobbing wreck just a few feet away.

and Carl had hated to see her cry with each strike from Negan's bat that pounded into Glenn's head like he wasn't a person but yet just a piece of meat Negan used as his beating ground.

she watched as Negan had approached Carl making her heart sink as he rested his bat against his shoulder and she watched as some of the blood smeared out onto his leather.

he held out a hand to Carl who cocked his head hesitantly as he tried to ignore the gesture but Negan smiled and cleared his throat before speaking up "take my hand kid" he spoke bitterly watching as the teen finally gave in and took the man's hand.

he was stood up and Negan had waved his arm out to the side to where the boy's father rested on the ground, blood on his face, eye bags and his eyes red as his eye were still looking like they had been watering again, like they were on the brim of tears.

he pointed at the spot empty next to his father as Carl took a few steps watching as Negan stood in front of him taking a quite consideration to the gauze over his missing eye.

"you a south paw?" he asked watching as Carl looked clearly confused by a phrase he never heard before and it made Negan re-phrase his question to him, "you a lefty?" he watched as Carl shook his head while Negan pulled out a belt and un-raveled it.

he tied a belt against the boy's arm, "that hurt?" Negan remarked watching as the boy in the hat snapped back a quick 'no' before looking down at the leather tightened on his arm.

"on the ground next to Daddy and don't forget to spread your wings boy" Negan spoke as he watched Carl lay flat on the ground, his head turning in the direction to where he could see y/n and his father.

he could see the terror on his girlfriends face, the fear stuck in her eyes as her palms were flat and sinking into the same gravel the soft flesh of his cheek had now been resting against.

he could hear the crunching of Negan's boots against the rocks, and it stopped once he could see him crouch next to him thanking Simon for the pen that was given to him,

he himself was scared of what he had planned for him, what Negan had planned to do to Carl especially in front of his father and his girlfriend who had more tears pouring down her face.

he marked Carl's arm and apologized in such an sarcastic way that Carl had never even heard a human being sound so derisive in that way, even in the apocalypse.

he could hear his father start to beg as his girlfriend looked down at the ground using the back of her hand to cover up her sniffles, to cover up the rapid breathing spilling out from her.

he could see the harsh way her body rattled as she tried to manage to stay quiet in the fear that someone else would die, in fear that maybe it'd be her or even Carl that'd be next.

the word please was pouring like a continuous river in his head, the word his father kept repeating over and over as he begged Negan to show his son some mercy, to show he himself some mercy.

"don't beg me because i ain't the one doing shit" Negan spoke roughly patting Rick against the back before he gave his next order at the quite obvious traumatized man who was on all fours before him.

"Rick pick up your ax," he paused licking his chapped lips clean before continuing what he wanted Rick to do, "and cut off your son's left arm, now i know you're gonna have to process that for a second and believe me that makes sense so i'll give you a minute"

a loud gasp of air had erupted from y/n's mouth as she closed her eyes at the feeling of the barrel pressing even harder against the back of her head making her lip shake and her eyes flood.

he stood up and rubbed his hands on the denim of his pants watching as Rick's expression turn into now an even stronger pleading one, like it was just the ocean color of his eyes and the quiver of his lip giving off all the true emotion even more than his words that were spilled in such a babble of emotion.

"i am still gonna need you to do it though or all these people are going to die, then Carl dies, then the people back at your home die, and i'm gonna keep you living for a few years just so you can think about the decision you make right now"

Negan looked around at the men and women all lined up, and yet one had the courage to speak up, y/n to be exact only had the courage to speak up because it was her boyfriends life on the line.

"you d-don't have to do t-this, We understand! please we u-understand!" she looked down at her boyfriend who almost had a few tears slipping of his own as he looked at her,

as he looked at the shaking and sobbing mess this man had turned her into, he watched the sorrow tearing through her like a walker who was hungry for flesh.

he seemed to like the fear that ran though all of them, he liked the idea of watching them all tremble while they payed the price of wiping out one of his out posts because something about the pity and the terror gave him power, it gave him control.

"I'm not so sure Rick does. So i'm gonna need a clean cut right there on that line i drew out for you! now believe me this is a screwed up thing to ask, trust me i know but it's gonna have to be clean nothing messy so our doctors can fold something over."

he watched Rick tremble as he kneeled and continued to spew out his words, "we have great doctors the kid'll be fine, probably. and Rick we're in a time frame so this needs to happen now or i will crush this fella's head in myself"

"please i can take his place" Rick begged over and over as his throat felt sore and his mouth dry while his eyes ached and his head started to pound at the idea of hurting his son.

"please Negan please" Rick begged again watching as the man ran over some stubble of his beard and shook his head with a 'no' to answer Rick's pleas for it to be him instead.

"this is the only way, not making this decision is a big decision. Do you want to see everyone in front of you die? because if you don't pick up that ax you will, and you will see everything"

Rick cleared his throat as his hands remained planted in the rocks still in a pity of confusion from the whole situation, and now Negan had started to count loudly and once he got to one Rick had his ax raised while Carl was yelling at him to go through with it.

Y/n sobbed into her hands as she could hear her boyfriend cry out for his own father to cut off his arm, and when she could hear the soft chuckle of Negan and the soft gasping of Rick and not even a subtle yell or scream from Carl but yet she still buried her face.

Negan had taken the ax away from Rick's raised arm and he reached up a hand to pull Carl up from the ground, "you answer to me, you provide for me, you belong to me" and Rick nodded his head and agreed to the fact that he had now belonged to Negan and his men.

"see that look is the look i wanted to see! and man we did it, even those dead guys with the smashed in brains get a participation award for sure" he sighed as he tossed his bat over his shoulder.

"i hope for everyone's sake you understand how things work around here, things change and right about now they've changed whatever you had going for you is over, now i'll be back in a week Rick so use the truck i'll leave to gather my shit or someone else dies."

"I can't look, I can't, Carl please"

she mumbled feeling as someone in front of her had tugged on her hands softly, but she still held them against her face in fear she would see other blood being shed that she didn't want to see.

"look at me y/n, look at me"

he spoke finally being able to pull her hands away from her face once she realized that it was Carl and he had both of his arms, he furrowed his brows softly watching as she quivered and couldn't keep her eyes away from the line that he had drawn out onto his arm.

once he and his men had left y/n tried to stand but she could only drop back on her knees as she looked over at the dead man on the ground next to her, she gasped as her knees felt weak.

and it was Carl who lifted her up, it was Carl's arms that wrapped around her while he gave her the comfort of burying her face into the soft fabric of his flannel to shield herself from the damage and the violence that had been done to her friend.

she sobbed so hard that she could feel it shake both of their bodies, Carl stroked over her hair and watched as she shook under his grasp, she shook so hard her body started to wobble.

she couldn't speak because every time she tried to get a word out it was just a rush of tears, a rush of gasps for air, a rush of mutters that weren't even comprehensible to him or her.

her vision seemed blurry and her head was pounding so hard and her heart beat so fast she felt like she was dying, she felt like the world had been slipping away from her finger tips.

the only word that had been able to be heard was a loud gasp of 'no' as she looked at the line still on his arm, the line where Negan wanted Rick to chop off his arm, the line that now told trembling stories.

she squeezed her hand on it so tight that even the belt hadn't cut off that much circulation to his arm, she clung to his shirt as she could hear the sound of someone's shoes crunching against the gravel.

she could hear Maggie's cries and Rick who whispered something to his son who held out onto the shaking y/n, Sasha and Rosita frozen in such a terror and disbelief, Eugene still crying softly, Aaron and Michonne who were sitting in such a pity of silence.

and the two bodies around them.

y/n had slipped to her knees and Carl had let her, he let her bury her face into the ground and he rubbed her back as he tried to stop her from hyper ventilating at the shock around her but it was no use because it felt a ton of bricks were pressing against her chest.

She could feel a second hand on her back and she could tell it was Rick's by the wedding ring that she could feel through the cotton t-shirt she had been wearing,

"oh god, t-that c-could've been y-you" she sputtered out as she still felt like she could feel the specks of blood hitting her cheek with each and every strike from Negan's bat smashing into the pour mans head.

her body ached and it felt like her lungs had now finally collapsed in from the harsh beating her heart had pushed off, her bones ached from all the shaking and her cheeks were sore from the amount of tears that had been poured down them.

"i'm right here y/n, i'm right here" he had dropped to his knees and placed his hat down on the ground, he let his knees sink into the same rocks where the bodies laid.

where Maggie's tears had poured and where they knew the rest of the lives had just changed forever because they got the shit end of a deal they should've never even taken.

"Maggie" she managed to gasp out as she could feel her limp body being lifted up by not just Carl but his father, they had lifted her up so she could be taken to Maggie.

the widow's lungs gasped for air as she looked down at the ground, her knees ached and she felt sick even sicker than before, she could feel the teen reach out and place a soft but shaking hand a top of hers and to which she had finally spoken out.

"you need to go, you need to get everyone out of here Rick" Maggie spoke still sounding so brave, like she was keeping it all together when in reality she was spiraling in her mind.

spiraling at the fact her father, her sister and now her husband the father of her child had been killed in front of her, after they had begged and after they had tried their best to bargain.

"he's our family to, we'll do this together" Rick spoke watching as Maggie sniffled and the still distraught teen next to her had nodded along with the idea as her eyes filled with seeping tears.

"he's right we'll do it t-together because we're all family"

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zombiewhor3 · 1 year

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SURVIVORS HURT TO

carl grimes x fem reader

WARNINGS: injured carl, insecure carl, upset reader, mentions of gore, mentions of dying, mentions of gun shot wound, mentions of self blame, mentions of murder, mentions of weapon usage,

"it's my fault god it's all my fault" she wept softly to herself as she held Carl's resting hand, it was a damn miracle that somehow he managed to survive a bullet through the eye.

but yet somehow she blamed herself because she should've taken the gun before letting Michonne stab through him, she should've just grabbed it from him but instead she just froze like an idiot.

and this is why she was in this situation, it's why her boyfriend was almost dead with a bullet hole through his eye, she wondered when he'd wake up and if he'd even wake up after the injury.

she knew the statistics of gun wound survivors especially ones to the face and the head they often died in the hospitals and god forbid that he'd die, she didn't think she could move on without him

"i'm sorry Carl" she sobbed into his hand feeling as the puddle of tears started to pour onto his skin, "please wake up Carl please" she was practically begging him, hell she had been praying all night just for him to give her a sign or anything, she just needed something.

she just needed to know that he was gonna be okay.

"get out" was the only words she heard from his mouth as he through his hand up to cover the bandage that was wrapped over his eye, "Carl" she sniffled with a smile but she could see a sour expression form out onto his face like he was disgusted by her.

"Get out y/n! get the hell out!" he shouted watching as she stood up from the chair next to his bed side, she could feel a harsher pile of tears pour down her face as her hand rested against the door handle.

"go! i don't want to see you!" he yelled knowing that he must've surely been breaking her heart by his cruel words, she slipped out of the door using the crease of her elbow to hide her fit of tears.

without even a word to the others sitting in the living room she made her way into her bedroom and slammed the door harshly with the click of the lock she tossed herself against the bed burying her face into some of the pillows resting there.

Maggie knocked on the door before trying to open it but with the rattle of the handle she knew it was locked, "y/n is Carl okay?" she asked inferring that maybe for some reason he might've not have made it through the night.

there was no response of y/n except there was muffled weeps coming from behind the door,

"y/n talk to me i know how you feel" Maggie tried to reason taking a glance over at the bottom of the hall where her husband stood folding his arms while he let himself lean against the wall.

"he's not dead! that's not the problem! i j-just don't wanna talk about it!" she shouted back through the door, Maggie frowned softly while she could see Glenn giving her back the same look.

He approached the door, "were here if you need to it's okay y/n" he was trying to comfort her, and to which he heard a loud sniffle and was waiting for a response from her but it was nothing but silence and the sound of more crying spilling from her.

two whole days and he hadn't been anywhere near her, he'd been avoiding her for the entire time period, as soon as he woke up he wanted her gone and away from him.

it wasn't because he blamed her or because he despised her but because he believed that it was his fault, and well he was despising himself, he wondered how she would take his look.

whether she would push him away for looking like a freak or if she would understand but there was no point in taking the risk because he thought she would think he's a freak.

that he was an idiot for giving Ron a gun, that he was an idiot for ever trying to be his friend, he was an idiot for even trying to help and protect him because look at what he caused.

he stood in the mirror as he pulled off the bandage revealing his eye, his eye that was bloody and it was so damn gruesome he wasn't even sure he could face to look at it himself.

but he needed to change his bandage and he hadn't want anyone to see him like this, not his father, not the doctor who fixed him up and he especially didn't want y/n to see him like this.

she hadn't known he was back in the house they both lived in, she had been told he'd been living from place to place bouncing around in the homes that had been under renovation before this whole end of the world bullshit started.

she could see the bullet wound in his eye and it made her not sick but sorry, she felt sorry for him even if he had treated her so shitty, "get the hell out!" he yelled watching as her eyes watered but instead she hadn't moved she froze just watching him in the mirror.

her lips quivered while the rest of her face seemed to shake and even her hands started to tremble as she took a few steps closer to him, "come here Carl" she spoke watching as he used his hair to cover up the wound in his eye, she smiled at him as she wiped a tear away.

"get out please" he spoke turning while her hands rested on his cheeks, he was afraid of her moving the hair away to reveal the wound that was gonna be on his face forever.

"don't please y/n just get out" he spoke softly watching her shake her head no while a few tears slipped down her face, "i love you to much to just leave you like this Carl please you know i love you" she was practically begging him just so she could stay.

she pulled his hair back to reveal the wound, "it ruined me y/n, looks so god damn disgusting i don't even wanna look at myself" some would hear him and say that he was fishing for some sort of attention but god he believed it was true because it was what he had planted in his head.

"look at me Carl, you're so brave and this didn't ruin you, you've fought so hard and i know you're gonna do so god damn good" she placed a kiss on his forehead just above where the wound was.

Carl wanted to cry on his own, "i'm sorry for being so mean i just don't want anyone to see me like this even myself but it's my fault i should've never tried to help him" he admitted wrapping his arms around the crying girl.

"i love you Carl, and i'm sorry i didn't take the gun that's on me and me only it's not your fault" he furrowed his brows while he stroked her delicate hair, he swallowed before speaking

"we were only trying to do the right thing, he just lost it after seeing his mother die and his brother," he spoke at the harsh truth that was 1/2 true for him, he had to kill his own mother.

he was the one to make sure she didn't turn into a walker and yet somehow he seemed to understand Ron now or maybe just the reason why he was so god damn angry at the world.

"i love you y/n even if you were to think i was a monster i would still love you until i die" he spoke rubbing her back softly feeling as her warmth was starting to soak into him.

"til death do us part Carl even if you do become a monster"

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