I Can Survive On My Own. (Carl Grimes x Reader) >COMPLETED< ~EDITING~

Nightmare

Your point of view....

After talking to Dayrl, I went with him. We went to Aaron's house and told him I'm spending the night at Rick's. Of course Aaron hugged me, asking me if I was alright. I said I was, but he didn't know what was going on.
"You don't need to act like a tough person." Dayrl said.
"I know, I just feel like I have to." I replied.
"Sometimes you need to cry. You need to be weak at least one in a while. (y/n), you are like me. you take a lot of shit you shouldn't be taking. Even if you don't act emotional in front of people, doesn't mean you can't act emotional when you are alone. I'm here for you, I always will be."
I nodded, I didn't know what to say. We arrived at Rick's and Dayrl opened the door. I walked in, everyone was looking at me. Glenn, Maggie,  Rick, Michonne, Carol, and Eugene. I looked down and walked upstairs. I knocked on Carl's room door and he answered.
"Hey." Carl spoke, his hair is wet, wrap around his eye, and smiled. I smiled and walked in.
"How's your shoulder?" He asked.
"It's fine." I replied as Dayrl knocked on the door.
"(y/n), you should get cleaned up." Dayrl said through the door. I looked at Carl, got up and went to the bathroom and took a shower.
I turned off the water, dried myself off, got dressed, brushed my hair, and I walked into Carl's room. Glenn and Maggie were in there, I smiled as they smiled slightly back. I put my wet towel in the hamper.
"So, then my Dad and Dayrl found us." Carl finished. I sat by Carl on his bed.
Glenn nodded and Maggie looked at me,  "May I ask you something, personal, (y/n)?" I nodded. "What was your dad like before all of this happened?" I cleared my throat and Carl looked at me. "Well, my dad was never home. When he was, he was either angry or sad. He'd yell a lot, then apologize after. I never knew if he was actually sorry or not." I shrugged. "I never though he was really a 'bad' person until recently." I bit my lip and Maggie nodded. Glenn and Maggie stood up and left, closing the door behind them.
"So, how have you been holding up?" Carl asked.
I shook my head, "I rather not talk about it." Carl glared at me.
"S-sorry." I spoke. Carl rolled his eyes, "We should head to bed, might make us feel better." I nodded and we got under the covers. He wrapped his thin arm around my waist and pulled me carefully closer to him. I slowly fell asleep.

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"(Y/n)!" My dad yelled. I ran into his arms, he picked me up, and spun me around, I giggled and he sat me down.
"Buddies?" He held out his pinkie, "Buddies." I replied as we pinkie swore each other. We were running through the park. He was pushing me on swings, "Higher dad!" I yelled as he gave me an underdog. I started to giggle, I felt like I was flying.
Next thing I knew, we were in a field of daises.
I was chasing after my dad, he fell down, I landed on his stomach. I laugh then I look at my dad, his face, pale, mouth bleeding out as he choked. "I'm sorry."

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I woke up screaming. Carl quickly jumped and helped me. "Shush, dear it's going to be alright." He said holding me, kissed my head a couple times. I started crying and Dayrl opened the door. He sat by us, holding my hand. "Baby girl, it's going to get better." Dayrl said as I cried in Carl's shoulder.