Carl Grimes x Reader Insert

Chapter 15

Your ears were ringing, the bullet missed you but hit something else, turning around you saw what it hit, it hit a stray walker "get her inside!" You heard a familiar voice yell, you smiled and ran to the now open doors, them closing behind you "we risked a few bullets for a kid?" You heard someone whisper to their friend as you walked past, you looked back at them and grinned "watch that tongue" the familiar voice spoke again, looking up at the stairs you smiled, wanting to cry and run into your dads arms like when you were younger, wanting to slip away from the world and feel safe again, not fearing about the world you live in any more but you can't, you'll just have to endure what gets thrown at you and hold the memories that you make with your dad the next few days close "let's get you fixed up" he said, smiling at you then frowned "I thought I lost you like your mother.. She died right in my arms as it started" you placed a hand on his back "but losing this during this shit storm makes us stronger" "language little lady" he scolded you for swearing, laughing you lightly shoved him with your bad arm "ouch.." You mumbled and held your arm "Doc, I need you to look at my daughters arm, Tom shot her" you dad spoke to the family doctor "holy shit you're still alive" "old age hasn't got me yet" he smiled and patted the chair "I'll take a look at you" "take care of her Doc" your dad smiles at you and walked off "he still wears that smile even after all this.." The Doctor said as he got some disinfectant out and a few cotton buds "it's nice.. Most people would've been so scared they would've either killed themselves or lost their sanity.." The Doctor nodded at your words "spoken like an adult.. Now hold still" he said as he placed the now disinfectant soaked cotton bud over your wound and starting to lightly dab it before bandaging the wound, the Doctor smiled at you "now go find your father, he should be upstairs then down the hall on the right" "okay, thanks" you smiled and got up, walking towards a window, getting the radio out you tuned in "Rick?" "(F/N)!" "Carl! You okay?" "I'm fine! We heard a gunshot and your radio cut out, we were worried!" "I'm fine! I just got shot but it's fine now and my dads alive" "that's great! We're just glad you're alright! I'm glad that you're alright.." "Hehe, don't get too soft" "(f/n)! Your dad is waiting!" "I got to go Carl, I'll radio you guys in a few hours" "okay, stay safe" "you too Carl" you smiled and turned the radio off, walking towards the stairs then towards the room your dads in, opening the door you walked in "dad?" "Yeah?" You walked o we and hugged him "how did you survive?" "Teamwork, and you?" "Teamwork, you know that Sherif that got shot?" "Yeah" "he's the leader of our group" you said with a smile  and your dad smiled at you "you going back?" "Yeah.. I would ask for you to come with me but you got your hands full here" he nodded then placed his hands on your shoulders "(f/n).. If things start taking a turn for the worse, come back here" "I will" "good girl" he said, placing a kiss on your forehead "an old camera" you mumbled, picking it up from the shelf "how about a picture?" Your dad said, you smiled again, turning the camera so the lens was facing you, pressing down the capture button it clicked then the photo paper came out the camera, your dad took it then gave it a shake "take another, I want to keep one" you nodded and smiled again, clicking the button again to print another one "how long will you be staying for? He asked, shaking both the cards till the pictures appear "a few days" "okay, I'll go get a sleeping bag and blanket" "okay" you replied, sitting on the couch in the room

You dad entered the room shortly after with the sleeping bag and blanket "follow me to the spare room" he said as he left the room with you following him, opening a door to an old office "get some sleep" "I will, goodnight dad" "goodnight" he smiled as he closed the door, you laid your stuff out on the floor and used your bag as a pillow, not fully trusting anyone but your dad you hid your pistol under your bag, closing your eyes and thinking of what Rick's group were doing since you left then you slowly drifted off to sleep