The Lost Dixon (CarlXreader) [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 26

~Carrie's P.O.V.~

I fell asleep knowing that we were safe, for now.

Nothing lasts forever.

(Y/N) is the sweetest thing and always tries to help with Alex.

I'm gonna let her sleep, she deserves it.

It must be so hard to loose your family and friends like that and not know if they are alive.

I, at least, know that my husband is dead.

I know I'll never see him again, all she can do is hope that they made it out and are still alive.

Through all of that, she's happy. Or appears happy.

I look over at her, she is like the daughter I wanted but never had.

She's the bravest person I know and will probably live long after me.

She stirred in her sleep.

"No." She whispered.

"No. No. No, no, no!" She yelled.

I shook her shoulders, "(Y/N) wake up! Please wake up!"

She shot straight up from her blanket, tears streaming down her face.

"I'm sorry. Im so sorry." She mumbled.

I pulled her into a hug as she cried. I can't even imagine the pain she must be feeling.

"Honey, it's okay. What happened?"

"I had a nightmare. We were running from a herd and you... you got bit. You told me to take Alex and run. So that's what I did. It felt so real." She explained.

"Oh, sweetheart it's okay. I won't leave you. Okay." I tried to sooth her.

I was never good with this kind of thing.

"I'm sorry." She said after a long silence.

"There's nothing to be sorry for."

She looked towards the window. The sunlight was starting to creep through.

"You didn't wake me up." She said confused.

"You looked peaceful, so I let you sleep."

"I told you to wake me up because of the nightmares I have. If I wake up early enough they don't get that bad."

Concerned I asked. "How long have you had them?"

"Ever since the farm."

I couldn't believe it. I've only known her a little while, but I thought she would have told me something like this.

Now I feel really bad for not waking her up when she said to. It could have been prevented if I had listened.

"I'm sorry I didn't wake you up. If I would have known I wouldn't have let you sleep."

"Carrie, don't apologize, it's not your fault I didn't tell you."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I could keep it a secret. Pretend everything was fine until I found my group. I thought I would have found them by now."

"Come here." I said hugging her again.

The poor thing must be so scared. She's only 12, she shouldn't have to worry about death.

I guess she already experienced that at a young age from what she said about her mom.

She's been through so much pain, I couldn't even think of what my life would be if I didn't have my mother.

She was my best friend for so long. We talked about everything.

She was the one that convinced me that marrying John was a good idea.

Even though I loved him I wanted her approval before I married him.

She helped us pick out the name Alex.

It was my dad's name before he passed away due to stage 4 lung cancer at the age of 68.

I miss him, but having given his name to my son I feel some comfort.

(Y/N) has nothing of her father's or Carl's to remember them by.

She has nothing of theirs, but they have things of hers.

Carl has her knife as she explained it, and her dad has the arrows she carved for him.

She said he also had some of her regular arrows on his motorcycle.

"I'm going outside I'll be right back." She said breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Okay, be careful."

She smirked, "Always try to be."

~Carl's P.O.V.~

We can't seem to stay anywhere long.

We've found cabins here and there but nothing very stable yet.

Daryl has taught me how to hunt and dad retaught me how to shoot.

I practice throwing my knife whenever I'm by a tree.

I guess it's her knife really.

I can't say it's mine if I meant to borrow it.

I hope she's okay, I hope she has a group and has a stable shelter.

She deserves it, after all she's been through.

She has to have found someone, it's been a year and a half by now.

"Carl?!"

"Coming dad!"

"Where were you?"

"In the woods throwing her knife."

"Okay we're packing up, be at the camp in ten."

He walked away leaving me in the woods by myself.

I liked it out here. Now I understand why (Y/N) said this was where she was happiest.

It was so beautiful. She understands true beauty, the wonder of nature.

The way certain trees grow, the way different birds chirp, she understood it all way before I even knew what a gun was.

I've felt really tired lately I can't get much sleep.

I have these nightmarish dreams about her being a walker.

I don't know what I'm supposed to think anymore.

I miss (Y/N), but mom being pregnant is distracting everyone.

She said she's only two weeks along.

I overheard her talking to herself, she said she wants to loose the baby.

How could she do that?!

If she looses it, it didn't even has a chance to survive.

But if she has it there's a chance she won't survive.

Either way there is a possibility of dead.

I sat there and starred at the trees, where the birds were sitting. All the sudden, every last one of them flew away.

Strange, I thought just before I heard rustling right behind me.

I stood up and took a few steps back, it was a walker.

"Best chance as any." With that I threw the knife and it landed in its skull.

"Perfect." I said retrieving the knife.

She would be proud.

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