Wallflower (Carl Grimes x Reader)

3

Y/n POV

I walked back to the house a little later. I ignored everyone. They were all unfair and jerks. Expect grandpa. Grandpa was the only one that really cared.

I didn't talk to mom at all. I hated how she always got mad at me. I know she regrets having me. I walked upstairs to my room.

I shut the door and I laid on my bed. It was another one do those days were I didn't want to talk or be around anyone. It's not like I talked to them anyways.

There was a lot of noise coming from down stairs. I got curious when I looked out my window and saw a men in a sheriff uniform carrying a boy around my age.

I raced down the stairs to see what was happening. I sat on the steps as I saw grandpa roll up his sleeves and shout orders to my mom and her sisters. The boy seemed to be bleeding.

I didn't want to walk in and distract any others so I stayed quiet. I don't even think anyone noticed me. Everyone scurried around the house trying to find stuff to help the boy.

I think no one even noticed me at all. I stayed there waiting. The sheriff man was told to take a step out by grandpa and he walked outside. I went down the stairs to follow him out.

He was leaning over the railing on the porch. I stood in the doorway, I was so quiet he couldn't even hear me. I had no idea what I was going to do to comfort him.

I didn't want to speak, much less try to. I was a little kid and no one would really want to pay me any mind at all. They all leave me alone expect for Beth.

I didn't even notice my self walking towards him until I tapped him. He turned around rather quickly and looked at me.

"Hello" He said trying to be in a happy mood considering his son was just shot. I waved back to him. Before he could do anything I gave him a hug. This was my way of saying it's going to be okay.

He hesitated before he gave me a hug back. "Thank you" he said quietly. I nodded and let go and went back inside the house.

I went inside the room where the boy was. Everyone was gone besides Grandpa. I sat on the chairs and I watched him work.

The boy seemed about my age. He had black hair and pale skin. I think the pale skin came from being knocked out. I know Grandpa was going to save him. I sat in the chair thinking about what his name could be.

Eric? Charlie? Damon? Sam? Abe? Alex? Andy? Brody? George? Henry? Harry? Mike? Lucas? Jermey?

Those names didn't work right. I don't think that could have been any of his names. When he wakes up I'll ask him his name.

"Does your mother know you're here, Y/n?" Grandpa asked as he turned around and looked at me. I shook my head no. I don't think she will even notice me anyways. She is always siding with everyone but me. Ever since dad left she acts like she hates me.

"How about you go find her" Grandpa said, I huffed and stormed out of the room. I was tired of everyone telling me what to do.

Dad would have listen to me. It's unfair. I didn't want to cry. But sometimes it felt like I needed to. And I didn't want to because I hated crying.

"Y/n?" I heard my mom ask from behind me. I ignored her and ran up the stairs to my room and locked it. I sat faced down on my bed and let my tears fall out of my face.

It was one of those silent cries that you didn't want anyone to hear about. And I sat there for a good couple of minutes before I heard another knock on my door. I didn't get up to answer it.

"Come on Y/n, please just let me in" My mom said at the door. I didn't answer. I listen to her beg for me to but I didn't.

No one understands. And I've tried to talk but sometimes I can't. I've talked by myself just not to anyone. When I started to stop talking, Grandpa used to bribe me with all sorts of things, like candy, ice cream. But nothing worked.

"Y/n, please open the door" I heard Grandpa say. I got up and slowly went to the door. I un locked and I expected for him to be mad at me but he wasn't. He came in and sat on the bed.

"Now, this is your mom's first time living too. She was a kid when she had you. And she is barely grown up. And she had to pause her childhood for you. I know sometimes she may not understand things or all of that but she is still your mom. And you should give her the benefit of the doubt" he said as he kissed my forehead.

I never really thought of things like that. I always thought If she didn't want to have me she could have not in the first place. I always assumed that's how it went down.

But maybe I was wrong. He left my room with saying I love you and I laid on my bed once again. I know mom was going to come in her later on tonight and that's when I'll say sorry to her. Or at least try.