Various X Male or Non-Binary Reader

Carl Grimes - Close Calls

"Carl!"

I whipped my head around. Glaring at the dork I called my best friend.

"Stop imitating my dad!" I yelled watching as he laughed to himself. Like yelling my name was the biggest joke.

(M/N) was an ass. A completely immature ass.

That I, sadly had a huge crush on...

(M/N) sat precariously perched on the railing of a level about two floors up.
He swung his dirty converse like a child. Though he was a year or two older than myself at fifteen or sixteen. We didn't really know. He was wearing his dirty ripped jeans, and the stupid (f/c) sweatshirt. Though it was more of a rusty crimson colored in certain spots.

"You like what you see?" (M/N) teased smirking down at me. I did but obviously couldn't say.

"Shut up. C'mon we have to go stab biters at the fence." I said deriving the subject for the current one.

"Okay." (M/N) stood on the railing as my eyes widened.

"H-hold on (M/N). Don't jump. You're gonna hurt yourself." I panicked. (M/N) had always been a little reckless, nearly killing himself many times. Though most of those times were to save someone else he was way to careless over the thought of himself. (M/N) swayed from side to side like he was just going to jump into a pool. But all that was below was concrete.

"Chill out Grimes." He grinned. The usual (M/N) smirk coming into play.

"I got this." He said like it was easy. I stared as he seemed to judge the distance then look to me and back.

He let go of the railing.

"(M/N)!"

I ran below him watching as he came soaring down in slowed seconds. Though I had no idea what to do, I had no time to think. He ended up landing right on top of me. I felt my body being crushed under the larger boy as he was sprawled above me.

"Oh god, Carl? You alive?" He asked a slight worried edge in his voice. I groaned reaching a hand and punching his arm.

"Don't do that again." I mumbled. He chuckled and stood reaching down and pulling me up.

"Sorry I've been cooped up in here all day. Maybe I'm going a little nuts." He chuckled. His hands were still in mine and my face was growing warmer every lingering second.

"Oh, s-sorry." (M/N) stuttered quickly releasing my calloused hands from his own. I internally frowned but showed no such expression.

"N-no problem... Let's go." I quickly started towards the exit to the courtyard my shoes thudding softly against the concrete.
(M/N) walked beside me, his hands buried in the pockets of his sweatshirt. He was humming some tune I'd heard him hum before. Though when I asked the song he'd never tell.

We passed through the gates being greeted by the pileup of walkers clawing through the fence. (M/N) grabbed a crowbar while I took a long rod. (M/N) confidently walked to the bodies and began the routine of stabbing through the biters brains.
I followed working my way towards the center of the heard (M/N) doing the same.

We were on the last few stragglers as I shoved the bloody stick through the gorey remains of someone's face, a decomposing arm reached in. Grabbing my arm and pulling me towards the fence.

On instict I yelled for someone. Surprisingly the first name I thought of left my throat, "(M/N)!"

Said males eyes snapped to me. He dropped the crowbar and wrapped his arms around my waist pulling me from the walkers hold. The growling remains clawing at us in the need for more death.