( italics means she is dreaming)
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Veronica's POV
I was running through the woods. All around me I could hear my fathers signature whistle echoing. i suddenly bump into something and fall down. I look up to see my father holding his bat to Carl's head. " ah V, just in time!" Dad said smiling. " W-what are y-you doing." I stuttered as I stood back up.
"I'm going to bash his brains out." My father said. " No... no Dad they haven't done anything." I said. " V, I really don't give a shit" He said raising his bat. I got in front of Carl and held my arms up. " V, what do you think you are doing move." Dad said getting annoyed. " Don't hurt him." I said with tears starting to fall. Dad pushed me to the side. I fell scraping the left side of my face. I turned around and Dad hit Carl's head making blood splatter on my face. "NO!" I screamed. Dad turned and walked to me. " Shut up V you've turned soft as shit." Dad said. He raised his bat. " Night V." He said and swung at me.
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"Veronica wake up" Carl said shaking me
I shot up awake. It was still dark outside and I was crying.
"Veronica are you ok?" Carl asked " No" I answered, my voice breaking.
" Nightmare?" Carl asked. I nodded. I tuned and hugged him. He hugged back running his hand through my hair. I cried into his shoulder. " It's ok I got you.... Lets just lay back down" Carl said leaning us back down to the pillows. Carl held my head to his chest. "Shhh" Carl said.
After a couple of minutes of crying i fell asleep again.
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Pretty Poison (Carl Grimes x Reader)
FanfictionVeronica Smith was only 10 years old when the apocalypse started. over the coarse of 2 weeks her father became a lunatic who wore a black leather jacket and carried an old baseball bat named after her long dead mother. He was not always like that...
