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⣡⣔⣶⣿⣞⣾⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣿⣳⣷⣌⠀⠀⠈⠌⠀⠀⢀⡼⢣⣿⣿⡞⠿⠘⣿⣿⣿⣝⣮⡲⣄This one has some stuff that might trigger those with a weak stomach so scroll to the very bottom if u want a summary with out the gross stuff <3(Carl's POV)[not me writing this while fighting a mini panic attack <3]
I run down the stairs, with Y/N in my arms. Michonne is sitting on the couch reading, but looks up as she hears me running through the house. Her eyes go wide as she runs over. Y/N hasn't made much noise since we took the bandages off. But now I can hear her trying to catch her breath, just like me. She's a little heavy, but I can manage. Michonne notices my slight struggle and grabs Y/N's legs. I carefully but quickly manage to open the door. Dad was about to come inside the house, but instead takes my place of holding Y/N. I panic a little, seeing those ominous black lines around her infection. They look like veins, but then again, what do I know?
"Carl! I need you to go tell Denise that Y/N has a serious infection and we're on our way! AND RUN! " My dad shouts. I nod and run to the little clinic type building, almost crashing into someone on my way there. "DENISE! GET OUT HERE! My dad and Michonne are on their way with Y/N! Damnit Denise! WE NEED HELP SHE MIGHT BE BIT!" I scream at Denise. She looks a little flustered, but quickly sets up her operation table. I pull the door open just in time. Y/N's face is really pale, and her breathing isn't as heavy. She's covered in a layer of sweat, and her infection is leaking puss everywhere. I go to her side and hold her hand. Michonne's hand on my back calms me down a bit, but all panic comes rushing back when I watch Denise drain all the puss from the wound. I don't want to look, but I feel obligated to. I watch anxiously as Denise puts a lot of creams and lotions on her wound. [edit: do i have to say be mature or can i go on?]
Denise sends us home with an ice pack and the same lotions she used, along with some extra bandages. We carry Y/N back home and postion her on her bed, next to a bell, bottle of water, and comics. And I've got a feeling that bell will be a bad idea.
For all my anxious pookies:
Basicwy Denise just gets wid of aww da puss and Rick-Dad and Michonne and CoRaL are panicing <3
also michonne isnt touching coral like a pervert u dirty minds... she's just being the mother figure he hasn't has for like 3 years. wait nvm his WHOLE LIFE! lori was a homewrecker <3
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Apocalypse Love (Carl Grimes x Reader fluff)
FanfictionAfter finding the infamous group, you try to figure out how to live comfortably in Alexandria and forget your terrible past. But there's one boy who helps you forget. And its Carl Grimes. FLUFF ONLY!!!! mentions of Sexual Assault, Self Harm, and Su...
