Carl Grimes x Reader Insert

Chapter 1

It happened, it finally happened, everyone who said "I wish we had a Zombie Apocalypse, I'd survive I played COD Zombies and got to round 50 so I'll survive" well the dumbasses that said that died first, they thought they could take them on but no, they chickened out last minute and tried running away.

You done the smart thing and ran straight home, you ran up to your room and you got your spare backpack, you then ran downstairs and put all your canned food in the bag and a few water bottles, you walked to your living room and folded up a picture of your family in your pocket, you looked out the window and saw it was empty "I have a bad feeling about this.." You mumbled and locked the front door, going back upstairs and putting the hunger games books and your dads handgun in your bag, you sat on the bed "what else.. Books to pass time.. Food.. Blanket, medicine and a coat" you went downstairs one last time and picked up some bobby pins and matches, you went to your garage and got your skateboard and hunting rifle, you pushed opened the window, through your board out it then climbed out, you picked it up and hooked it to your bag since it was a skater bag, walking to your backyard you climbed up the tree to your tree house, sitting on the bean bag on it, putting the bag by it and yawning, the panic going through you made you really tired.. You laid into it and fell asleep..

~*~*~3 months later~*~*~

You snuck to the local store to get more canned food, you got back to your tree house before dark and lit your lantern, you opened a can of plumed tomatoes, drinking the juice from the tin then eating them, you laid down on your sleeping bag then blew your lantern out, pulling your blanket over you and fell asleep, the only thing you heard playing in your head was the cantina tune from Star Wars you (liked/disliked) it but damn did that song get stuck in your head..

~*~*~In The Morning~*~*~

You put the rest of the tinned food in your bag, folding up your jacket and wrapping it up in the blanket and put that in you bag, placing the bobby pins in the pouch and placed a few twigs and dry leaves in a pile, lighting it with a match and putting the box with your bobby pins, lighting the pile of twigs and dropping the match on it you left, jumping down onto the grass and climbing over your fence into the woods and walking deeper into the woods

It's quiet and you feel free, looking back you see some smoke, letting a sad smile grace your lips you carried on walking and when it got dark you climbed up a tree and got your rope out from your bag and tied yourself to the tree, you got the rope from a store on your last scavenge, tomorrow you're going to the highway