With You || Carl Grimes x Reader

O U T B R E A K

You're awoken by the distant sound of your mother calling you, your body slowly moving farther into the comforts of your bed. You hear her repeat your name a few more times before she stops, and you hear footsteps slowly make their way to your bedroom. The door shoots open with a bit of aggression, and your mother, presumably, stands in the doorway and glares at your back.

"[Name], it's 9:28, you need to start getting up."

You groggily turn over and look at your mother with lidded eyes. You mumble something in acknowledgment before slowly dragging yourself out of bed. She soon leaves the room after she knows you are awake, and you make your way to your shared bathroom with your sister.

She's already in there, standing on a step stool, brushing her teeth with her Little Mermaid toothbrush. Your sister, Olivia, was only seven (7) years old, with a lighter color of your father's hair, and a mixture of both of your parents' eye colors. Her head quickly snapped towards your direction once she heard your footsteps, flashing you a toothpaste-covered smile.

You lightly shivered at the action, making your way into the bathroom to go through your morning routine. Once done, you made your way to your room with your sister trotting her way to hers. You groggily got dressed, pulling on comfy, casual clothing and making your way to the living room.

As you entered the room, you turned towards the TV that was set on a small table against the wall. You saw that a news channel was on, displaying a reporter with the headline describing an "Outbreak originating in France". The text kept coming on the little red rectangle below the reporter, but your attention was drawn away from it when your sister ran past you.

An agonizing scream came from the TV once you turned your attention away from it. Your head immediately snapped back to the screen, being met with a bloody, gruesome scene. The reporter was being ripped apart by three withered people that looked like they were supposed to be dead. Your mother rushed into the living room just as the camera dropped to the ground, giving you all a wider view of other people that were experiencing the same fate.

Your mother took ahold of your shoulder, dragging you and your sister into the kitchen and ordering for you two to stay put. As she rushed off, you and your sister stood in silence. The both of you had witnessed what had happened, and it just kept playing in your head. Your sister stepped closer to you, leaning her head on your side and wrapping an arm around your waist the best that she could.

Your mother rushed in at that moment, handing you two backpacks and immediately instructing you on what to do.

"[Name], I need you to pack for you and your sister, take clothing that'll last four days. Don't take anything that isn't necessary and make sure to make it all fit with some spare room." Your mother spoke rapidly, rushing you and your sister into your room and quickly leaving.

You stood there in a momentary shock, before hurrying to do what your mother instructed. You folded and packed clothing into your backpack on autopilot, with your sister standing behind you fidgeting with her hands. As you finished up, you threw a deck of cards into your backpack and directed your sister to her room.

As you entered your sister's room, you repeated the process that you did. Taking the clothes you folded, you organized them all into your sister's backpack, along with grabbing a few of her toys and a stuffed animal of hers and putting them in her backpack too. You helped your sister shrug on her backpack, after which you both made your way to your shared bathroom.

You started to grab floss, two sticks of deodorant, a hairbrush, and a bar of soap that was still in its packaging. You also grabbed both you and your sister's toothbrush, along with the toothpaste you two were using and two new tubes of it. You then grabbed a hygiene bag that was atop a shelf in the bathroom and organized all the hygiene products into the small bag.