Wallflower (Carl Grimes x Reader)

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Y/n POV

'Stop being such a wallflower' that's what my aunt Beth used to say. She said a wallflower was someone that sat alone during big groups.

I couldn't speak until I was 3. Doctors said I just wouldn't. Mom got upset and thought there was something wrong with me.

But Daddy said that his sister had that same problem. She was just quiet. But then one day daddy never came home. Mom and daddy were arguing one night and I woke up and they were gone.

I stopped talking that day completely. I would only nodd my head or anything. Grandpa said I would grow out of it. But that has been 6 years.

I would write though or draw. My would play with my hair while I would write. Grandpa and Grandma would watch me while my mom was at school.

Grandma would try so hard for me to speak. I kind of felt bad for her. Her failed attempts. I wanted to at least laugh or something but I couldn't bring myself to do it.

Daddy always made me laugh or smile. I didn't want someone else to take the few memories I had left of him go.

"Y/n, what did I tell you about staying out here this late with no adult?" I heard someone say. I turned around, it was my mom.

I was sitting on the porch. It was a nice cool breeze. I liked to sit here and just listen to the bugs, how they could speak.

I walked up to here and gave her a hug. It was my way of saying sorry. Mom hugged me back and kissed my forehead.

"Just be careful okay?" She asked me. I nodded and we walked into the house.

"She probably wanted to be zombie bait" Beth sneered as I walked in.

Beth was always good at making me upset. She knew how to make me cry. She always did that because she wanted me to speak.

"Beth, don't" Mom said as he grabbed my hand and led me to the table.

"It's not my fault you have a messed up kid" she said as she shrugged her shoulders.

I wanted to cry right there. I wanted to scream in her face that I wasn't messed up. I was perfectly fine.

"Beth Ann you know better. That was a horrible thing to say to Y/n!" I heard grandpa shout. He barely even shouted. I was shocked.

"I'm sorry daddy I'm just trying to get her to speak" she said as she walked away.

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I was sitting upstairs in my room. It was a small room that lead to the attic. I liked this room because it was the farthest away from the house. You could barely even hear any commotion.

Every since zombies come, it took grandma and my uncle. My family saw them as sick people that would get better. But I saw that those things could do. They aren't sick, there monsters.

We have been hoarding them in the barn. They don't think I know that but I like to sit by my window and watch them do so. There fail attempts to try and safe humanity.

This world is all very sad. And it's sad to see my family go through this. I mourned over the loss a while ago. Being alone so much helped. Mom liked to come in my room and talk to me. She tried to help.

I ended up just looking out the window. I liked this window. I saw everything. I saw Everytime Beth snuck in and out to see Jimmy. But now Jimmy lives with us.

They are supposed to get married. I know Beth really doesn't want that. You can see it on her face every time Grandpa brings it up.

"Hey Y/n, time for bed" I heard my mom say as he walked into my room.

I looked up at her. She looked like she had been crying.

I walked over to her and hugged her. She laughed a bit and hugged me back.

I laid on my bed. Mom came over and sat on my bed. She pushed some of my hair behind my ears.

"Your beautiful Y/n" she said as she kissed my forehead.

She got up to go, but I grabbed her hand and pulled her back to the bed. She smiled and I scooted over.

I liked having mom sleep in my bed with me. I felt safe. She took off her shoes and lairs down with me. I laid my head on her chest and she played with my hair.

I liked when she played with my hair. It always gave me comfort. I loved being with mom. She was all I ever needed. I wish I could be able to speak for her. But I couldn't bring myself to do it.

If daddy was here it would be way easier to do so. To say a few words. I wanted to tell her I loved her but at the same time the words wouldn't come out of my mouth.

I sighed. I knew me not talking was disappointing to mom. But I tried to hard. But the words wouldn't make words. They would just fall into a quiet whisper.

Something was going to get to to talk and I was hoping soon because I did not want mom to suffer anymore then she already dies.

She tells me that it id okay if I don't speak. She says as long as I'm with her everything will be okay and that's enough for her. I knows she means her words but she us hoping for more. Maybe for me to even slip out a I love you.

"I love you, Y/n" I heard my moms soft voice say. I hugged her tighter. She counties to play with my hair while I fell into a deep slumber. Knowing that everything seemed to be okay as it is.