You And Me||Carl Grimes X Reader

Treat The Dying

Carl and I walked out of the room where the rest of the kids sat, looking to find Rick, who called my name, and Daryl who stood next to him, crossbow handing over his shoulder, watching us walk down the hall towards him.

"I'm gonna go say by to Judith." Rick informs us before heading straight for the kids room.

"Ready?" Daryl asked me. We were going on a run for medicine for the rest of the quarantine, sick people living in our prison. But, I'm only doing this for Glenn, Sasha, and Maya. And Mika, for Lizzie.

"Yeah." I nodded, my fingers brushing over the back of my belt to make sure I had my knife on me.

Daryl nods, looking over at Carl. "Sorry you can't come, kid."

Carl shrugs. "It's better if I stay. Look out for the kids."

Daryl nods in agreement, patting his shoulder. "Let's go." He says, looking back at me.

I nod. "Okay."

I wait for Daryl to walk first so I can give Carl a quick kiss goodbye. But, Daryl waits for me to walk first. I look over at Carl, who's staring at me. "Okay, fine." Daryl huffs. "Get your goodbye kisses over with, and let's go!"

I laugh as Daryl turns his back, not wanting to watch. Carl chuckles and smirks, looking at me. He grabs my waist, pulling me against him so he could kiss me. I smile into the kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

We must have been doing this for a long time because Daryl cuts us off. "Okay, okay! Don't eat each other."

I laugh, pulling away. "Okay, I'm coming." I look at Daryl who rolls his eyes, a small smile on his face, before he exits the room.

I look back at Carl with a warm smile on my face. He's smiling too and we're both blushing. His grip on my waist tightens as he looks deep into my eyes. "Be careful, okay?"

I nod, kissing his cheek. "You too. Don't get sick on me."

Carl nods back. "I won't."

He places one last kiss, that I wish could last forever, on my lips. And then I have to go, leaving the boy I love behind.

~~~

It was Daryl, Michonne, Tyreese, Bob, and I going on the run for the medicine. Bob was a new recruit Daryl and Rick found when he was all alone, surviving by himself. But, now he's with us, living at the prison, and he seems pretty nice, pretty decent.

The only thing I had a tiny problem with, was Tyreese coming with us. He's still grieving over the loss of his girlfriend and I didn't think he was ready. None of us did, actually. But he insisted he come along. So, he did.

I mean, he did almost die. Twice. It was like he didn't care anymore. Didn't care if he lived, or died, as long as he's fighting, he's alright now.

I think Daryl is pretty shaken up from the zombies attacking us out of nowhere, and me falling flat on my face, almost getting myself killed. I tripped over a rock, or maybe my own shoe. I don't remember, but Michonne saved the day in the end.

After what seemed like forever, we made our way back to the prison with the medicine for Hershel's patients. Everything was going to be okay, and everyone was going to get better.
Or at least, that's I thought.

"Hurry." Rick says as soon as we're back in the prison. "People are dying."

Daryl wouldn't let me go into the quarantined section of the prison. Him, Tyreese and Bob went along to bring the medicine to Hershel, but Rick stayed back with me.

"So, everything went alright?" Rick asks, looking down at me.

I take a deep breath and nod. "There was a few mishaps, but we got through it." I say honestly.