Carl Grimes Oneshots

The nobody Pt3

|Trigger Warning|
|mentions of SA, pedophilia, arson involving human casualty's. read at your own discretion.|

Female Y/n, she/her pronouns will be used.

|Enid's POV|

I wanted to turn around and go back to the house the moment I left, I wasn't sure what Y/N was capable of, and I definitely didn't want to leave Carl alone with her to find out. But I knew Carl could hold his own, if she tried anything, I'd hear his gunshot before it was to late.

Rick and Michonne were gone when I arrived to the house, likely out on watch or speaking with the others, so my uncalled for entry into the house would go unnoticed.

Carls room had three stacks of comics on the floor, two large ones and one that only had ten or eleven on it. He hadn't mention which pile so I stared with the larger two as they were closer.

As I searched through the first two, I didn't find anything with a remotely similar name to the one Carl told me. It irritated me how long it was taking me to read each title on them, leaving more and more time for something to happen.

I looked through the smaller one and right on the very bottom was volume one and three of 'Left but Not Forgotten', I smiled and rolled them carefully. I didn't care that Carl had only asked for the first one, but I figured he'd read it fast enough that I'd have to get the next one anyways.

Pushing the comics into my pocket I made my way down the stairs and out of the house. I walked carefully back to the house, trying my best to stay out of the view of anyone who may know I was supposed to be watching Y/N.

I walked down the street leading to the house, making note of the odd noise I could hear coming from the house. At first I thought it may have been walkers, a breach or maybe one of them had died and turned, but as I got closer the sounds became more clear.

Carl was yelling, loudly, I could hear him from outside the house, Y/N was yelling back at him. When I stepped onto the porch I wanted to enter, stop anything from happening before Y/N could become violent with Carl. But as I reached for the door handle the yelling stopped abruptly.

The sounds of trees rustling, the wind blowing, and birds in the distance filled my ears. I stood rigid, hand still reaching out for the handle. I wasn't sure what to do at first, stay outside or enter the house.

I made my decision when I heard Carl speak again, this time in a more relaxed tone. Taking the door handle, I turned it slowly as to not let them know I was there, and stepped in, closing the door silently behind me.

|Carls POV|

Y/Ns eyes were still angry as she looked at me, but her face, I couldn't quite tell what look it had on. Her eyes scanned my face, going back and forth from my socket, to my eye.

I couldn't imagine what she thought of me, what she assumed happened, I only hoped that she would understand why I was doing this, since I didn't really understand myself.

"Tell me why every life is so important if you burned those people." I said, watching the realization come to her.

She'd seen my shame for my eye, now she'd need to tell me the shame she'd shown we I brought up the fire. A truth for another truth.

She looked down at the bandage I held in my hand, taking the dirty one from me and picking up the clean one. She sighed.

"I never wanted to, it wasn't a choice I was happy to make." She said.

She grabbed the rubbing alcohol and a gauze held it to the open end of the bottle and tipped it. Placing the bottle on the ground she moved forward onto her knees and lifted her hands to me. I flinched at first, at the same time she hesitated before touching me. I look at her eyes for a second, the anger still there but with something else was forming.