Veronica's POV
I woke up still in Carl's arms. We hadn't moved an inch. My head was on his chest, I could hear his heart beat.
I heard the door open and kept my eyes closed.
"Do you think we can trust her?" Michonne asked "If Carl is holding her like that then I don't see why not to, She seemed to have answered honestly last night." Rick answered
"You can't base trusting her or not on Carl he is still a kid." Michonne said "He had to grow up without his mother, he had to deal with her death. My son made it this far He lost his childhood to the apocalypse. He ain't a kid anymore." Rick said. Carl tightened his grip a little.
"Lets go before they wake up" Rick said and closed the door. I fluttered my eyes open. The light from outside beamed in through the curtains. I tilted my head upwards to look at Carl. "Its rude to stare ya know." He said opening his eyes.
HE WAS AWAKE THE WHOLE FUCKING TIME!
"Sorry" I said quietly. I got out of his embrace , walked to the bay window and sat down looking outside. I started to remember the nightmare from last night. I took off my jacket and hugged my knees to my chest as my eyes started to water.
I can never tell dad that I used to know Carl.
Never
If my father ever found out Carl would die like he did in my dream.
And I can't lose Carl....Not Again
But to do that
I can't let him in,
I have to let him go,
or
he will get killed and so would I,
We would die
because of me.
I was too stuck in my own thoughts to notice that Carl was standing next to me. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"Veronica... do you want to talk bout that dream you had last night" Carl said moving to sit in front of me. I blinked the tears away. I looked up at him and shook my head. "It was nothing" I said obviously lying. Carl looked me dead in the eyes. I sighed. "Carl it was nothing" I said. "Don't bullshit me Veronica" "You were crying in your sleep, that is not nothing-" Carl said "Carl quit fucking pushing if I said it was nothing then it was nothing." I said coldly.
"Don't push me away now, I just got you back, we are going to work on fixing you." "You don't have to be like him, you don't have to be cold and distant. You have me I'm here now" Carl said
"JUST BECAUSE I'VE CRIED IN YOUR ARMS DOES NOT MEAN THAT I'VE FLIPPED A FUCKING SWITCH, OR THAT I'M BACK TO FUCKING NORMAL. I WILL NEVER BE THE SAME GIRL YOU MET."I yelled.
"BUT YOU CAN BE HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU,
YOU ARE NOT YOUR FATHER-" Carl yelled back
"MAYBE I AM, MAYBE YOU CAN'T FIX THIS PHSYCO" I yelled
"I CAN! VERONICA WE CAN TRY...Veronica we can do it you can be better ." Carl said
I got up put my leather jacket, , grabbed my gun and knife and walked out of the room with Carl following.
"Veronica where are you going." He said
I ran down the stairs.
"Wait Veronica come on and wait a minute. "He said
I didn't answer I slipped my shoes fast, grabbed my bat, grabbed my bag and walked out the door.
Carl took hold of my right wrist." V wait" He said
" how about no" I said yanking my arm out of his grasp and running away.
There wasn't anyone around. I ran towards where they kept the vehicles. I spotted a motorcycle.
I hopped on and put my bat in the holster on my back.
Carl came running around the corner. I started the bike up.
"Veronica wait please just listen to me." Carl said.
I drove to the gate. "Open it now"
The man did as I asked. Half way through Carl once again running to me.
"Veronica just listen." He said
"Fuck you Carl I'm done listening." I said and drove off.
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Carl's POV
She left.
I'm going after her.
"I'm coming back so open it when I do." I said
I ran back to the Cars and got in one of the trucks.
I drove to the gate.
The man opened it and I drove.
She has always been my best friend.
No one has ever replaced her
Not Sophia
Not Beth
Not Ron
Not Enid
I won't lose her again
She may be Negan's daughter but she will always be
my best friend
and my first crush.
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kinda short chapter
Hope y'all are liking this so far. I'm not so great at putting together a story line.
My sister is a better writer than me by far
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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...