Worlds Going By (TWD x Reader)

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More Injuries

Poor Girl-X

Hershel POV

I walked up to the injured girls room who was staying in one of my bed to rest. Y/n. I got to the room and slightly open the door and took a peak at inside. Y/n was still sleeping curled up in the blanket that the bed had originally.

I needed to change her bandage due to all the extra blood that came out. The cut should be fine now and healing at the most. I walked in quietly and went to my supply table.

I was grabbing everything I needed when I accidentally knocked over my scissors. The sound was loud which cause Y/n to immediately shoot up from her bed and look at me. She looked startled and held a knife I hadn't known about in her hands. She pointed it at me.

Where did that come from? Y/n realized it was me and put her knife down slowly. "Sorry. I thought you were a..."

"Walker?" She embarrassedly nods and realizes her knife is still out. She looks shocked and slowly puts it on the nightstand and diverts her eyes from mine.

"Sorry. You can never be too sure." I nodded at her, but gave a serious look.

"I can understand that but I don't want that knife in my house." She looked disappointed and guilty still not looking at me. 'Sorry' was all she mouthed. "I'll have one of your friends take it but for now. We need to change that bandage."

She looked down at her bandage that had a big blood stain on it. "That would be the smart decision wouldn't it?"

"Indeed." I brought my cart over grabbing my scissors first. I helped her sit up before cutting the bandage around her stomach. I placed it aside and there was some leftover blood on her stomach.

I grabbed a wet cloth from my cart and began to clean it. She flinched a little at the pain. "So now that we're alone. I have a few questions to ask you." She looked at me slowly. She didn't say anything but nodded slowly like she already knew the question. "Were did you get those scars?"

She looked almost frighten but prepared for this. She slowly looked down. She breathed heavily with small breaths. "I-I...You're doctor, right." She looked at me and I slightly nodded at her. "Then you must be smart enough to know what they are."

I slowly nodded at her. "I figured as much. Just needed to know for sure." She looked disappointed. I was almost done wrapping her bandage. "My father used to beat and abuse me. He was a loveless, violent drunk and drove me away from home when I was 15. A very young age." She looked back at me with sad eyes. For me and for herself. "I know how it feels and to admit is hard."

She nodded at me. "I still can't to this day admit it. It's hard." She shook her head at me softly.

"It gets easier over time." She scoffed and shook her head at me.

"Not for me." I finished wrapping her bandage and she looked down at her body. "Do-uhm-do you have a shirt I can borrow?" I gave her an odd look. "I-I don't want the rest of the group to see...my scars." She sighed. "Not the rest of the group at least" She looked back at me and I nodded. "Or to see me in just a bra." She chuckled. I shook my head at her softly with a small smile heading for the door.

"I'll have your group come up and see you now. I'll send Maggie up with a shirt before they come in." She smiled at me.

"Thank you." I closed the door lightly and headed downstairs.

I heard soft talking and plates clinking together. I got downstairs and curiously looked into the kitchen. I was not yet impressed with what I was seeing. Two of the girls from the group were in my kitchen, messing with cooking supplies.