Unexpected (Carl Grimes x Reader)

7

Carl didn't come back that night, I'm guessing he went out. So the only thing to do was to sleep on it, I had a lot on my mind anyways. Sleep sounded great at that point.

The night was long, it didn't take me too long to fall asleep though. Morning soon came.

I woke up to someone poking my face. Slowly opening my eyes I looked to see who it was.

"Carl? Why are you poking me?" I asked.

"It's time to get up. Not many people are up right now, so if we're going back to your place, then it's best to start heading over there now." He said.

I groaned, not wanting to get up. I still felt tired, but better than I was last night. It was about dawn outside when he got me up, I'm guessing he didn't wanna leave when there were more guards outside.

We soon were on our way back to where I stayed. It was quiet and awkward between us yet again.

The silence was suddenly broken when Carl spoke. "How's your leg? Still hurting?"

I nearly forgot about that. "It's alright. Thanks for taking care of it though. I swear I'll make it up to you man."

Carl chuckled. "Okay, (Y/n). Sounds cool."

I couldn't help but smile to myself. I got a sudden curiosity about Carl. Were there any other teens he talked to? A girl even? Did he have a girlfriend?

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I blurted out without thinking. I couldn't believe what just came out of my mouth. What the hell was I thinking?!

"Hah. Wow. What a random question," he answered.

I nervously laughed, feeling like an idiot. "Sorry! I wasn't seriously asking! Haaaaah!" Embarrassed I walked faster. "We're almost there!"

I could feel my face heating up like crazy. I didn't know what came over me. Why would ask that??

I shook it off, already about to arrive at my place.

"It's right around this corner-"

I stopped in my tracks. Something felt..wrong..completely wrong.

"Dad!" I suddenly shouted as I ran to the door, swinging the glass door open as I rushed inside. Panting I frantically looked around.

Carl ran in after me, having no idea what I was going on about. "(Y/n), what's wrong!?"

I didn't hear him, I was too busy walking around, knocking things down in search of my dad. Something in my gut told me that what had happened here, was horrible..

I couldn't give up, I had to listen to this feeling. Starting to laugh under my breath I cried. Crying through my nervous laughter I stood. "This is some kind of joke. There has to be something here-"

Noticing a small paper on the corner of my eye I bent down to pick it up. I immediately recognized the handwriting. Wiping my tears I started to read, knowing now that he was alright.