Carl Grimes one shots

New group

(Y/N) = your name
(S/N) = sister's name
Enjoy!

Your POV
I was running from Negan and his group. I was scared because I knew that if they found me, they would kill me and they would ask for (S/N) , then kill her too.
As I ran I went into an apartment that I could hide in and that was close to the apartment that (S/N) was in. I saw Negan's truck go by and I let out a sigh of relief. I walked to our apartment and as I opened the door I saw (S/N) tied to a chair and a man with a crossbow guarding her. Another man with a gun and a half-trimmed beard was looking for, what I guess is, Negan. A boy with a cowboy hat attacked me from behind and pinned me to the floor. I couldn't move, I didn't know them, and we were gonna die. I could only think of (S/N), who innocent she was compared to this cruel world and how little she was. I was dead since this started and when all our family died, so I wasn't a concern. "Spare her life!! Please!! Don't kill her!!!" I screamed at them and the man with the beard walked to me and kneeled down and said, "We're not going to kill any of you. We just came to look for supplies. Carl, let her go." I felt the boy get off me and allowing me to get up and grab my gun starting to point it at the man while the crossbow man pointed it at (S/N) and 'Carl' pointed his gun at me. I sighed and asked, "Why should I trust you?" The man spoke, "I'm Rick Grimes, this is Daryl," he pointed to the man with the crossbow and signaled him to lower it. "And this is my son Carl." I gave him a questioning look and he asked. "What's your name?" "(Y/N) (your last name)," I said. My sister stood up after Daryl untied her. "Ok (Y/N), how many walkers have you killed?" I guessed he was talking about the rotters. "About 120." "How many people have you killed?" "5" "Why?" "Because they threatened to kill (S/N) and me" I said without a spot of guilt in my voice. "Ok then, do you have a group?" Rick asked. "Nope. I wish we did. Do you?" I said. "Yes we do and, do you and (S/N) want to be part of it?" Rick asked, hoping the answer was a 'yes.' " Well, of course. We are glad to." I said looking at (S/N), seeing her smile is the only thing that makes me smile since our family died. We gathered our stuff and carried them in a bag that could hold all the stuff (and thangs). Carl touched my shoulder and asked, "Do you need any help?" I looked on his eye and immediately knew I was gonna like this new group.

To be continued.......