✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙽𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 | 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 | 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍

Things were looking up, even if they had taken such an astronomical drop months ago. Alexandria's future was looking bright, for the fifth time counting. Rick promised his son he would deliver, and while he strived for the future he would build- Carl wasn't so sure. He wasn't sure of anything anymore. He lost half his face, half of Alexandria's population- the only other boy his age, even if he was the douche that shot out his eye. At times like these he would remember his mother. He wondered how he had made it this far without the woman. He wondered how much longer he would last without her too.

But Judith was there. Her tiny face, resembling his mothers inspired him to keep moving. And that's just what he did.

And that took him here. A bit outside of Alexandria, past the bodies of his community and once risen dead. Maybe he'd find some comics, freshly expired candy, and some baby toy to satiate Judith's shortening attention span. He pushed away the fear of death for now, in turn for the excitement of something new. Something he could do himself, somewhere he could just exist without the stares of the people around him. He knew they all looked at the bandage, and he knew they all had seen what remained beneath it.

There was another ghost town, filled with nothing but wind and dust. Inside the little shopping center.. He expected to find something a little different. There was a hole where the doors once sat, but inside was a few stores he could loot. Maybe even come back with something useful. It would help the scolding he'd get from his father, knowing the probability of him remaining uncaught.

The stores had missing hangers, nails, nearly any metal was missing from the place. Someone had clearly looted the area, at least once. While it was discouraging for the boy, he trotted forward. His boots only came to a stop when he heard a humming.

He remembered how his mother hummed, cutting his hair for him at the first survival camp. He remembered Shane telling him he'd miss it. That was one thing he was right about.

Carl knew it was impossible. So his hand went straight to his gun, slowly circling the remaining aisle. That's when he saw her. A girl, hair tied back, short green gloves to her longer green paints. A pair of goggles sat on her head, while a peachy bandanna covered her face. He watched her gloved hands unscrew more nails in the walls, storing them in her messenger bag. He realized how long it had been since he had even seen a girl his age. He was gawking at the sight of her eyes, studying the metal in her palm.

His grip loosened on the pistol, causing the slightest click in the machine. The girl quickly whipped her head over to the boy's position, eyes open wide. She kicked the aisle into him, knocking him down to the floor. As he groaned, she stomped the shelf deeper into his chest before jumping atop the boy, knife in hand. She lifted it just above his neck, before reaching back to strike him down. Carl grabbed her hips, rushing to push her off, but with the combined force of the shelves- it was to no avail. He quickly flinched, shoving his head down to accept the hit- when it didn't come.

He watched her try to slice him again, only to give up the third time. Y/n sighed, "God Damn it." Her head hung low. As she reached to touch him, he only flinched when he saw where she was reaching. "Hey-!" While she reached for his face, it completely missed his bandage. She brushed his bangs out of the way, letting out a sigh of relief. He only now realized what she was looking for, taking a breath himself. Still seated on the boy, she finally gave in. "Just.. go." Y/n moved to get off, only to realize his hands were still on her hips. Carl quickly retreated his hands just as they both noticed them. "Can you..?" Y/n crouched down to lift the shelf off his shoulder, successfully freeing the boy. But it wasn't long before she had a gun on him this time. "You can leave now." She clicked off the safety.

Carl gulped, "Who... are you?" "I have a gun to your face!- just go while I still feel like it." Carl scoffed, "You had your chance, didn't you?" Her grip tightens on the gun, knowing he was right. She threw the gun back in its holster around her belt. "You thought I was one of the Wolves." Carl said, "Is that their name now?" She rolled her eyes, "It was." He corrected her, she smiled beneath the bandanna bitterly. "Look at that, survived just as long as a dog." Although it was clear she wasn't going to kill the boy, she still had her suspicions about him.