Aᴘᴏᴄᴀʟʏᴘsᴇ -Carl GrimesXreader

𝘕𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦.

(By the way if you're listening to music or would like to listen to music I recommend you play "Dear God." By XTC.
I thought of that song while writing this chapter.
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(Y/n)'s POV:

I was completely and utterly fucked.
The people I loved,I left back there.
I acted like a coward.
They were all like walls protecting me from the outside world,what was really out there.Now those walls were just pieces of brick on the floor.

I had no idea where I was or where I was going.Truth is...I wanted to blow my Brains out.I knew how to do it but I was to afraid.I still had hope.

The amount of times I had been sat there holding the gun in my hands and just staring at it with absolutely nothing going through my mind.
I think two days had passed.I wasn't sure.
For the past couple of nights I've been climbing up into the trees and sleeping in them.I slept with my gun in one hand and hung my bag on a different branch.

Surprisingly I only ever came across Walkers when I went exploring in abandoned houses.Most of the things I found i stuffed into my bag,along with the two pictures I risked so many things for.

I found a lighter at one of the houses and it was so helpful with fires.I mostly just messed around with it and watched the flame die out.

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I woke up this morning just laying on the floor in front of my fire that I forgot to put out before I went to sleep.To be honest I would've preferred the fire on than being sat in the dark.
I used the technique that Rick showed me with wrapping ropes around the trees and tying empty cans on the rope.Then
I packed everything into my bag and put out my fire.

Right now I was walking through the woods when I came across a treehouse.
I need to get up there.
There wasn't a ladder but instead there was -very hard to see- pegs built into the tree.

I sighed.looks like we're going up there.
...
I made it to the small home in the tree and searched around suspiciously.
I got my gun out,just in case.
The windows were dotted with small bright coloured flowers and I'm pretty sure the sure the door was nailed shut.The windows didn't look that hard to get through.

"Hello? Is anybody in there?" I spoke.I actually said something for the first time in a while.Out loud. "...I have a gun." I added.Probably shouldn't have done that.
Just as I was about to twist the door handle a tall middle aged man stepped out of the door with his hands up.

The man had shoulder length hair,a trimmed beard and a natural frown.
"Look,I'm sorry.Please...Don't shoot." He begged.Was a grown man really afraid of a 14 year old girl?

"Who are you?" I asked.
He hesitated but I cocked the gun and he started shaking uncontrollably.
"I...I'm Warren.Warren dough." He whimpered. "Look,I don't know who you are but I'm trusting you to not kill me." I sighed with hearing how stupid I sounded.

"Why would I kill a kid?" His eyes widened.I shrugged my shoulders and lowered the gun.

"Can I ask you something?" I asked.I wasn't gonna give him an option I was going to ask anyway.He nodded,still with his hands in the air even though I lowered my gun."How many Walkers have you killed?"
"What?" he asked.
"You know what I mean,just answer!" I pulled the gun back up and he started shaking.
"Uh...I don't know.Seven? I think.I locked myself up here years ago with enough food." He stammered all the way through his sentences.If he locked himself up here years ago how does he have such a well trimmed beard and a clean face?