You And Me||Carl Grimes X Reader

Carl Can Help

"Hey," I'm lost in my thoughts and hadn't noticed Rick walking towards me. "Ally."

"Hiya, Rick." I stand up to talk to him. I look down, and he's always got his hand on his gun that's in his holster. Is he really that afraid?

"I just wanted to thank you for saving Carl today." He says, staring into my eyes.

I nod, shoving my hands in my jean pockets. "No problem."

"You're a good shot." He tells me.

I nod again. "Thanks."

"How did you learn?" He asks, leaning against the concrete wall. "To shoot a gun."

"Taught myself." I answer, bringing my hands behind my back.

He nods. "That's quite impressive."

"Well, when you're a kid all alone in the zombie apocalypse, you've gotta grow up pretty fast." I shrug.

He nods in agreement. "If... When I get Daryl to agree with this, would you like to help go on supply runs?"

"Really?" I can feel a smile growing on my face.

"Yes, ma'am. But only sometimes. Other times I'm gonna need you on here. On watch." Rick responded.

I nod, that smile never leaving my face. "Sounds like a plan."

"Welcome to the group, Miss Dixon."

"Thank you, happy to be here."

Rick nods, a smile on his face as well. "Get something to eat." He comments before walking away. I nod, even though I am not hungry and probably won't eat anything.

"Ally." I turn around to see Carl walking towards me, a smile on his face.

"Well, if it isn't the damsel in distress." I tease him as he stops in front of me to talk. He laughs lightly.

"Yeah, thanks again for saving me, supergirl." He says, shoving his hands in his front jean pockets.

"Hey, no problem, but I'm no hero."

Carl smiles and I smile back. "I'd think twice about that one."

I shake my head. "What about you, cowboy? Save any cows lately?" I gesture towards the brown cowboy hat sitting on his head.

"Sheriff, actually." He comments, gazing down at me.

"Ah..." I nod. "So it's Rick's hat?"

"Not anymore."

"Well, I like cowboy better." I tease him.

He opens his mouth to say something but he's cut off. That seems to happen often when we talk. "Ally." Hershel limps towards us, crutches and all. "I'd like to check on that wound now."

"Right." I look up at him. "And... sorry about earlier."

He shakes his head. "No, it's okay. You saved the boy." Hershel smiles down at Carl as he puts his hand on his shoulder.

"So, I guess secrets aren't a thing around here?" I joke. They look at me, not really sure how to respond, they know I'm right. "Thought so."

"Come on, Ally." Hershel nods his head in the direction of the corridors. "Carl," Hershel removes his hand from Carl's shoulder, balancing himself with his crutches, preparing to walk again. "Would you like to help me out with Ally's wounds?"

Carl peers up at Hershel and then looks back at me. I give him a small smile that he returns. He looked at Hershel and nodded. "Sure."

Hershel gives Carl an approving smile before heading for the corridor, Carl and I following close behind.

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(Carl's POV)

"Sure." I agree to help Hershel with Ally's stab wound on her thigh. We walk into the cell she had slept in last night, following Hershel. He sits on the chair across from the bottom bunk as Ally sits on the bed. I stand next to Hershel, waiting for directions.

"Get me scissors and gauze." Hershel looks up at me. I nod before fetching the things he needs to help Ally.

I hand them to Hershel and he scoots forward to begin cutting a small patch in Ally's jeans. In the meantime, I stare at Ally, her straight, long, brown hair falling over her shoulders. She tucks it behind her ears as she stares down at Hershel attending to her wound. Her beautiful forest green eyes focus on the situation in front of her.

She looks up at me and I feel my face turn red. "Carl."

I snap out of my thoughts. "Oh- sorry, yeah?"

She looks down and I follow her gaze to Hershel, who is staring up at me. He must have been calling for me too, but I wasn't paying attention. "Can you come and sit next to Ally so you can help me take these stitches out?"

I nod, feeling myself swallow as I slowly sit down next to Ally, careful not to hit her leg. Hershel has me hold Ally's leg down as he slowly and carefully removes her stitches. "It's not infected." He comments, handing me the gauze. I look up at him, raising my eyebrows.
"Wha-"

"You can do it. You're the one still holding onto her leg." Hershel jokes, but I look down at Ally's leg, and he's right. I'm still holding it, even though he had finished taking the stitches out. I can feel my face turn as red as a tomato.

What is wrong with me?

I shake my head, pulling my hands away. "Sorry." I mumble, unwrapping the gauze.

"You good, cowboy?" Ally asks, staring at me. I smirk up at her, smiling at that stupid nickname.

"Fine, supergirl." I tease, emphasizing her nickname I came up with. She rolls her eyes and Hershel just stares at us, a small smile on his face, yet he looks a bit confused.

"When Carl's done wrapping your leg, you should be good. I'll check up on the wound in a few days." Hershel tells Ally as he reaches for his crutches.

Ally nods. "Thank you."

Hershel nods back, slowly standing up and limping out of the room as I begin to wrap Ally's thigh. As I'm mid-wrap, I accidently bump her wound with my knuckle. Ally flinches and I stop to look up at her. "Oh sh*t! I'm sorry, did I hurt you? Should I get Hershel?"

"Whoa." Ally stares at me, a funny look on her face. "Slow down there, cowboy."

"Sorry..." I apologize again. "Are you okay?" I can feel my cheeks burn and my stomach twist.

"I'm fine, dorkus." Ally smiles, exposing her perfectly straight, white teeth.