NOT DEAD YET // the Walking Dead ( Carl x Reader)

41 Too Much To Ask

Slowly the Saviors left, we just sat there in silence. Maggie was the first to move as she struggled to stand. I stumbled over to Carl and reseted my head on him as my mind was sitting going through the events.

    "Maggie. Maggie." Rick said as she sobbed. "Maggie... you need to sit down. Maggie." Rick stood up.

   "No." Maggie told him.

    "We need to get you to the Hilltop." Rick said.

    "You need to go get ready." Maggie told him.

      "For what?" Rick asked.

    "To fight them." Maggie said.

    "They have Daryl. They have an army. We would die— all of us." Rick told her.

     "Go home. Take everybody with you." Maggie's voice was breaking. "I can get there by myself."

    "You can barely stand up." Rick spoke.

     "I need to go. You need to go to Alexandrea." Maggie breathed. "You were out— out here for me."

    "We still are." Rick told her.

     "I can make it now. I need you to go back. I can't have you out here. I can't have you all out here anymore. I need you to go back." Maggie sobbed over Glenn's body.

    "Maggie... we're not letting you go. Okay?" Michonne told her.

    "You have to." Maggie said.

    "It's not gonna happen." Rick said.

Sasha got up walking up to Maggie. "I'm taking her. I'm gonna get her there. I'm gonna keep her safe. I'm not giving you a choice.

    "I'm not talking you with me." Maggie cried. Carl helped me up and we walked over to her. "I need to do this. Please."

    "We need to help you." Aaron told her.

    "I got it. I got it." Carl said.

     "No. No." Maggie cried.

    "Pl— pl— please let us." Rick asked. I got down beside Maggie giving her a hug. "He— he's our family, t— He's our family, too."

I let Maggie go as we stood up letting Carl hug her as they carried Glenn's body away.

I got in the RV, Carl had his arm around me brushing the hair out of my face as I lent against him.

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My head was all right, Negan only hit me hard enough to knock me out, not to kill me or cause serious damage.

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Negan came early.

     "Put some back or the next one goes in you." Carl ordered after firing a shot at the wall beside a Savior. I stood beside him ready to take out my gun if needed.

    "Kid..." The Savior chuckled. "What do you think happens next?"

    "You die." Carl answered.

    "Carl, Carl, put it down." Rick said coming in.

    "No. He's taking all of our medicine. They said only half our stuff." Carl said not lowering the gun.

    "Of course." I heard Negan laugh as he came in. "Oh-ho. Really, kid?"

    "And you should go." Carl told him. "Before you find out how dangerous we all are."

    "Well, pardon me, young man. Excuse the shit out of my goddamn French, but... did you just threaten me? Look, I get threatening Davey here, but I can't have it. Not him, not me." Negan spoke.

    "Carl, just put it down." Rick said.

     "Don't be rude, Rick. We are having a conversation here. Now, boy, where were we? Oh, yeah. Your giant, man-sized balls. No threatening us. Listen, I like you, hell I like your girlfriend too, so I don't want to go hard proving a point here. You don't want that. I said half your shit, and half is what I say it is. I'm serious. Do you want me to prove how serious? Again?" Negan asked. Carl sighed dropping his arm and handing his gun to Rick. Negan then took the gun away from Rick. "You know, Rick, this whole thing reminds me that you have a lot of guns. There's all the guns you took from my outpost when you wasted all my people with a shit-ton of your own guns, and I'm bettin' there's even more, which adds up to an absolute... ass-load of guns, and as this little emotional outburst just made crystal clear... I can't allow that. They're all mine now." As Negan said that I slowly dropped my hand pulling my shirt over my gun hiding it. "So tell me, Rick— where are my guns?

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Olivia kept a log of every gun in the arsenal but she didn't have mine, because I never handed her my gun the only time I left my gun here was when we went to take Maggie to the Hilltop. I took a different one, so I still have mine and I've had it with me since the Prison, since the farm.

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"I thought about hiding some of the guns. I did it before. I figured I could bury some out there. Maybe we don't touch them for years." Rick told us as everyone was called to the church, I sat beside Carl holding his hand as we listened.

"Years?" A man questioned.

"Yeah. That's right. But what if the Saviors find those guns. What if we run into them when we have those guns on us? One of us dies. Maybe more than that. Maybe a lot more. Doesn't matter how many bullets we have. It isn't enough. They win. It's that black-and-white. Hiding a couple of guns isn't the answer, not anymore. We don't have to like it, but we need to give them over. A Glock 9 and a .22. That's what they're looking for. Who has it?" Rick asks. "Someone knows where they are or they know who does. If we don't find them, they're gonna kill Olivia. They'll do it."

"Why do they care?" A man stood up. "Two guns aren't a threat to them. But those guns could help protect us from whatever else is out there."

"Do you have 'em?" Rick asked.

"Wish I did." He sat back down.

"Most of you weren't there. You didn't have to watch. But you can look away now when someone else dies, or you can help solve this. We give them what they want, and we live in peace." Rick explained.

"Don't. Now is not the time." Someone whispered behind Carl and I.

"It is." Another person whispered then stood up. "Say we find the guns. How are we gonna get out of this, Rick?"

"There is no way out of this. Let me put this to all of you as clearly as I can. I'm not in charge anymore. Negan is. Now, who has the guns?" Rick asked.

"Not everyone's here." Eugene realized.