Negan's daughter (CarlXreader)

Gramcrackers and spoild milk

Y/N POV

" If you fall asleep for too long we get to do this all over again."

"Leave me alone."

"Wake up y/n."

"Stop."

"I SAID WAKE UP!"

"I'M AWAKE! I'M Awake.." I shout into the empty house and I look at my surroundings almost looking for clues that I could still be dreaming.

"You are indeed awake." I hear the dude I dragged with me say. I look at Him and he's looking at me, waiting to hear what I have to say.

"What is your name?" I blurted out hoping that we can stray away from this conversation.

He laughs, "That's interesting I thought you would ask where are we first. I didn't think you were capable of asking my name." He says all with a big smile.

I'm uneasy.

"That's was my next question. Answer them both." I demand

"Well we have been spending all this time together, I'm John." He says and reaches out his hand to me.

"John.. your name is John? So original."I said sarcastically and I hit his hand away.

He laughs. "I didn't pick it. And what about you? What's your name?"

I look at him with a frown, kinda like I'm saying "are you kidding me?" But with my face.

"So you hunt me down, kidnap me, lock me up than help save me.. but you don't know my name?" Im almost bleeding 'you're stupid with my words.' 

He shrugs and nods his head slightly almost starring like,'yeah..'

"Yeah.. I don't like to ask questions you'll never know what you'll get with it." He says as he sits on the floor with his feet sprawled out in front of him, tapping his toes together. His back leaned up against the bottom of a nice couch. Everything is just stuck in time here.
The couch is cleaned.. I don't think I've seen many things cleaned in awhile... well other than Alexandria but the pictures of families still hung on the wall. All the bedroom and bathroom doors were open, he checked the place before I woke up.  The kitchen cabinets were left open, he seared for food and all the kitchen supplies were gone, all the way to the spoons. The windows covered with magazine papers and newspapers, I think I even see clothes too.

"Y/N." I spat and try to sit up. I sucked my breath and he stood up quick.

I put my hand out in front of  him, almost saying stay back and he stops dead in his tracks and just like that, there's a knock at the front door and none of us move.

I can see John holding his breath staring at the door on the felt of us. It's locked and the couch and a coffee table is blocking the entrance but still. We hear a knock again and this time John is trying his very best to stand without making a sound.

"No.. don't." I whisper and he looks at me like why?

"If they know there is someone here and isn't friendly they could just shoot through the door, crawl on your belly but be silent."I whisper again and he slowly kneels down and slowly and so silently lays on his stomach. Again they knocked.

"Hello, hello, hello." The voice Sang.

Both John and I look at one another and we held eye contact for a minuet, speaking to each other with our eyes.

"Bang on it again, if there's a dead one it will come out." A female voice whisper shouted.

"Hey! Is there anybody in there." He shouts and bangs on the door. And we say nothing done move at all.

I get on my stomach and try to drag my body to John.

"We could just leave." I spat.

"Why? We were here first. You can't even walk right now, you look half dead." He whispered

I move my head slightly side to side, like a mod of 'yeah you're right.'

"We could hide?" I suggested and John looks at me, thinking about it then shakes his head no.

"There going to search the house regardless. It won't matter if we hide they will find us." He says watching the door, holding a gun at the door waiting.

"Then we have to leave. We cannot stay with people we don't know. They could be people that know my father, I won't doubt they will take us back or kill us themselves." I whispered and he can't take his eyes off the door.

I try to push my body back but he ends up grabbing my arm and slithers it over his body, getting ready to lift me in his shoulders. I stop him.

"What are you doing?" I asked

"I'm sorry I took you to your dad in the first place, I won't let anyone else take you." He throws me over his shoulder and I have nothing to say this time.

He lifts me and looks around the room we are in, it's daylight, they can see anyone inside if they look through the windows so he squats down and try's to sneak his way through the house.

"Go to the furthest room and we can get out through the window." I suggested.

He's chewing on his lip and you can see he's thinking about his next move, everything he's doing, he's hesitant.

"Should I just dart for it?" He asks and in that instant there's a hard slam at the door.

"They are trying mic the door down!" I whisper, and yet another hard bang.

"Let's go!" He sprints with me on his back and we take off running to the furthest room!

He places me on the floor and opens the window throwing backpacks and everything else he has. He hops over and looks at me to try and jump. I get up despite the pain and lift myself over the wall. He lifts me the same way, putting me on his shoulders and he starts sprinting again.

Every bounce hurts but I say nothing, I let it be, and John keeps running, I'm so sleepy.