ribs || carl grimes x reader

parachute - sean ono lennon

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A couple weeks later

Carl's POV

I cower behind a stack of produce, sweat pouring out of me and my heart racing. I hear the engine kick on, and feel the truck start to move. The vibrations shake my body as I try calming myself down. Jesus and I slowly make our way out from behind our spots and look out the back of the truck as trees and buildings fade into the distance. I watch Jesus as he cuts open a box, grabs a bottle of syrup, and begins to pour it outside the truck.

"I'm leaving a trail, I think we're getting close...we should probably bail soon, follow them the rest of the way and see what we can find."

"H-how?"

"It's not usually the fall that gets you, it's fighting it. You just gotta tuck and roll out of the truck. Might get a little bruised but, they're going slow enough. We should be fine." He looks back at me, reassuringly. I try to make him think I'm apprehensive, like I'm too scared to jump out of a moving vehicle.

"You go first, show me how." He closes the bottle of syrup, tossing it out on the ground, and gives me a look back. He jumps off the side of the truck and rolls a few times, before finding cover behind an old sofa on the side of the road. I open the plastic curtains and simply wave goodbye at him as he curses himself. I feel a little bad tricking him but, I have to go get (y/n), I have to go alone. And I'm not leaving without her.

The sound of walkers fades closer as the truck approaches a huge abandoned factory. I hide back behind the crates of produce and search through a crate of guns. I pick out the biggest one, make sure there's ammo, and ready myself. The truck comes to a stop and I hear the clatter of men stepping out of the truck and beginning to unload.

"What the hell!?" a man climbs onto the truck, spotting me. I immediately open fire and step over the man's dead body as I make my way out.

"Bring me (y/n) and nobody else gets shot!" I say, breathing heavily and pointing my gun at the saviours gathered around the truck. Just then Negan trots over, slowly clapping.

"Well, well, well. Look who decided to pay us a little visit!" I stare him in the eyes, my gun pointed right for his head.

"You are adorable! Did you pick that gun 'cause it looks cool? You totally did didn't you?" Suddenly one of the saviours jumps at me and instinctively I shot bullets right into his stomach. In response I was tackled to the ground, the gun wrestled out of my hands. Dwight points the gun at me, takes my knife, and backs off of me as I lay there on the ground. Just then I spot Daryl by the fence dressed in a burlap sack. He looks dirty and disheveled (more than usual), and he stares at me with fear in his eyes. Then Negan strolls over to me and offers me a hand.

"How about I give you a tour of this place, huh?" I stare back at him, a stern look in my eye, and I scramble to my feet.

"Damn, I am not gonna have time to screw ANY of my wives today." Negan says as we make our way up the stairs. We stand on a balcony overlooking the factory floor. As Negan rests his arms on the railing, the families below us get on one knee.

"The saviours have gone out and fought the dead and come back with some really good shit. Tonight everyone gets fresh vegetables with dinner. No. Points. Needed!" Negan bellows and the crowed immediately bursts into gasps of joy and excitement.

"As you were!" Negan says and the people set to work again. He places a hand on my shoulder as he ushers me back to the stairwell.

"It's called respect kid. You gotta earn it somehow." He says, his voice echoing through the hall as I follow him up a winding staircase.