Compilation Of Oneshots

Walking Dead - Carl Grimes x Reader - Times Like These

A/N: I lied it isn't a Peter Hale one shot. Hope it's okay, considering I haven't really watched Walking Dead that much xx
Requested by @ImNoHeroButt (who's like freakin amazing omg)
Also, angst. Major angst. And it kinda went off request a bit. Sorry 😁

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"You can't go out there! You'll get hurt, Y/N!"
"I can protect myself, Carl," You snapped back at him, "You should know that."

"No, you can't! You're not good with a gun - we all know that! And you haven't exactly been practising archery, have you?!" His voice rose and you narrowed your eyes at him. That one hit, just a little too close to home.

"Look, I'm going, Carl. We need all the supplies we can get and I'm not about to deny everyone food just because you think I can't protect myself."  With that said, you pulled your backpack onto your back, turned away from him, and stormed over to where Rick was stood, next to the exit.

He had asked you to join the supply run today, since you'd been stuck inside, behind the prison gates for so long. It was just you, him and Daryl.

"Ready?" Daryl held out a pistol and you stared at it for a moment, before taking it, a grimace across your face.
"Where to first?"

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Maybe Carl had been right. There were too many walkers. A hoard, hidden in plain sight.

You had the unfortunate chance in a maybe a million of stumbling across them and now, here you were.

As soon as you'd spotted them, you froze. A moment passed and they didn't seem to notice you.

With that thought in mind, you tiptoed backwards, keeping your eyes on the hoard and praying to whatever Gods existed. Unluckily for you, you hadn't been watching where you were going and stumbled into a particularly sharp fence, scraping a large part of your right leg.

Crying out, you hissed, pulling away from the offending object. A groaning echoed from the hoard and you stopped momentarily.

Most, if not all, of them had noticed you. Rushing back towards the meeting point, you cursed under your breath every time pressure landed on your leg.

"Y/N?" Rick questioned as he saw you, limping over.
"Walkers." You answered, gritting your teeth. He breathed in deeply, then out, before making a split second decision.

"Get back to the prison, alright?"
"I can't leave you. Carl will kill me!"
"Look, Daryl is still out there and you're not gonna get far with a hoard on your tail. I'll distract 'em - just go!"

Pushing you lightly in the direction, you began the journey back, stumbling along as the pain slowly registered in your mind.

Your vision blurred as the loud, crashing noises echoed through your ears. Maybe that was you, considering the abrupt pain you felt in your hands.

Then everything fell silent and your vision left you.

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To be continued...?? If you guys want.