✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚃𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚜 | 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚕 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 | 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚍

Looting was more chaotic in the earlier years of the apocalypse. Larger hoards, especially in public spaces. And even more broken glass and loud sounds in the area. Buildings almost ready to collapse on sight.

Now, it was a bit easier. Especially if you went in groups, or a group of 2. Y/n was beginning to learn that.

Carl had chopped a walker's head down to the floor in seconds, whereas her gun settled onto the target only seconds after. He kicked the blade from its place in the dead's head. "Seriously?" He complained. She turned her gun to him, still glancing at some magazine in her other hand. "Oh my- how will I simply do without you? My beautiful knight in shining plaid and dirty jeans." Y/n said, as monotonous as she could. Carl groaned, "You were late." She shook her head, finally pushing the magazine close. "You know how fast Walker's walk? They walk, Carl. If you're so eager to prove your masculinity- help me find some more Tesla magazines."

He scowled, "I have no idea how you survived this long without me on runs." She shoved the gun back into her belt, "I had some strong man to protect me, with a pointy sheriff hat and an even pointer-" Carl shoved her playfully, "Oh shut up!" Y/n laughed, shoving him back.

That's when she heard the crunching below him. Y/n's eyes lit up, before dodging him for the book below him. She quickly swiped through the pages, pausing to turn a bit, showing Carl the view. He smiled lightly, before skimming it with her. "I mean.. It has a 'men's hardware tips' page." Carl cringes. Y/n huffs, pulling a pen from her belt. She crossed out the title, before shoving the magazine in her bag. "I can burn the rest." She shrugged again. Y/n finally turned to the candy Isle of the convenient store. Before Carl could step forward, Y/n pushed him back to get a head start. "Hey!" She rushed into the aisle, already glazing the dusty collection.

He huffed, leaning over the shelf to see her studying the packaging. "Oh hey, these have a lot of iron in them." She mentioned, "Give them to Judith." Y/n chucked the bag of gummies to her crush. He promptly caught it, admiring the girl as she turned back to the candy selection. Judith had been facing iron deficiency issues as of late, growing up with less live cattle to feed on, and less fast food places to visit.

Carl didn't say it a lot, but Y/n was one of the smartest people he knew. And conveniently a sudo-engineer. And apparently she remembered the conversation weeks later.

With a blush he joins her search, finding expired gushers and skittles. They promptly shoved the wrappers into their bags, before Y/n stopped at the last aisle. She adjusted her tool belt before climbing the thing. Carl hesitated, before lightly gripping her waist to help out.

The girl immediately flinched, before sighing in realization of who it was. She grabbed the box, Carl then lowering her to the ground again. He released his hands, "I'm sorry- I didn't mean to scare-" She was already halfway across the store, box in hand, and clearly done with the conversation.

She had done this a lot. Flinch, yelp, shake- show the slightest bit of fear.. And walk it off like it hasn't happened. Like she hadn't just shook from the touch of him. Carl didn't ask a lot about her past, not anymore at least. He knew she wouldn't respond, at least truthfully. The two were close, but something remained solid between them. And while Carl doubted everything he did with the girl, she clearly had something deeper going on. Something that festered long before their meeting.

Next he found her shoving trinkets to pens into the box, anything she could smelt. That was one of her favorite activities, remaking materials from a lost world. And it came in handy too, especially when she began to manufacture guns, bullets and currently multicolored daggers. Naturally, she made Carl a pink one. And naturally, his group made fun of him for it. He couldn't admit he actually enjoyed the color, and the memory it brought.