Summary
You weren't careful, and now you had to pay the price.
Setting - Alexandria
Word Count - 1056
You went on the run with Aiden, Glenn, Nicholas, Noah, and Tara. The group hesitated to let you go, but you convinced them that you didn't like being weak and vulnerable inside of Alexandria.
You were glad that you were safe within the walls, but you didn't like being trapped in one confined place.
You thought Aiden and Nicholas were okay people, but when they started talking about their dead friends, and how they chained the bastard that killed them to a tree, you knew something was off.
"Son of a bitch!" Aiden yelled. You looked and saw blood dripping from a hanging chain hooked to a tree branch. The blood was clearly fresh.
"Help me find it."
"Look at this shit. Blood's still wet. It's nearby." Nicholas started whistling -- calling for the walker.
"Hey -- hey, hey. It's gone." Glenn told them.
"It took down one of our friends. It's nearby, we're not letting it go." Aiden said still looking around.
As Nicholas called for the lost walker you heard groans from behind you. You were all the way behind the group so nobody else noticed.
You screamed when you felt a cold hand grab your neck. Tara heard the scream and looked over. "Guys stop! (Y/N)!"
You turned around pushing the walker away. You fell to the ground, tripping over a tree root, the walker falling on top of you. You felt rotten teeth sinking into your stomach, making you let out a blood-curdling scream.
You heard the familiar sound of a knife stabbing into the head of the walker. The zombified person fell limp on top of you.
"(Y/N) are you okay?!" Glenn pulled the body off you, bloody knife in hand.
You stood up trembling. You were bit. You were being stupid -- and you were bit.
"What the hell?!" Aiden yelled at Glenn.
"Yeah, what the hell?" You heard Tara say, checking your neck and shoulders for any bites.
"You almost got her killed!" Glenn yelled looking at Aiden.
"I told you all to stay back!"
"G-Glenn, stop it. It's too late." You fell to the ground hands on your face.
"What do you mean? They called the walker over here, and you almost died because of it!" He yelled at you.
You were sobbing. "I'm already a goner Glenn!"
"What?" He whispered.
You looked up at their shocked faces, pulling up your shirt enough for them to see the large bite mark. "It's too late.." You whispered.
You saw Glenn tackle Aiden to the ground. Tara pulled you up into a small hug. "Guys, we have to go back."
She started walking back, her arm around your shoulders.
Noah followed shortly behind you guys, and eventually after Glenn punched Aiden across the face he followed after you guys leaving the two men behind.
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"How'd it go." Rick asked Glenn.
Nobody said anything. They just stared at the ground looking guilty.
"Where's Carl?" You asked still shaky.
"He's back at the house, why?" He replied. He called after you as you walked away.
You could hear faint voices, and suddenly the yelling as you walked over to the porch where Carl was sat with Judith on his lap.
"Hi (Y/N), how did the run go?" He asked going into the house and putting a sleeping Judith in her crib.
When he came back out side he sat down patting the spot next to him.
You sat down, tears gushing out of your eyes.
"Are you okay? What happened?" He grabbed your hand.
"I was bit.." You mumbled.
"What, where?!" You could see the tears in his eyes as he checked you for bites.
You lifted your shirt. "I'm sorry, I wasn't careful.."
He pulled you onto his lap, hugging you tightly. "Don't leave."
"I'm so sorry Carl." You sobbed into his chest.
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You lied on the bed, you family and close friends surrounding you. Carl was on a chair next to you holding your hand.
"It's my fault, I should of killed the damn thing sooner." Glenn said guilt in his eyes.
"No, I should of been more aware of my surroundings. It isn't your fault Glenn.."
He nodded hesitantly not so sure of himself. But he hugged you tightly, tears in his eyes. He had made friends with you back in Atlanta. He always tried to bring you small gifts, like candy, and occasionally a new toy to play with -- you were ten years old at the time. The same age as Carl. It's been so long since then..
After so many hugs and tears you were left alone in the room with Carl. The fever was getting to you. It was so hot, you could barely breathe. He put a cold wet cloth on your forehead, wiping the sweat off your pale face.
"Carl? Can you -- Can you wait for a moment." You choked on your words.
He nodded pulling away from you. You reached over to your dresser opening the bottom drawer and pulling out a semi-automatic pistol. You handed it over to Carl who refused to take the gun.
"Carl, I want you to kill me. Okay? Then you're going to keep this gun for yourself. It belonged to my dad, so take good care of it." He held the gun in his hands, tears dripping down his cheeks.
You stroked his cheek gently. "I love you." That was the first time you ever said the three words. You never would of thought the first time you would say "I love you", would be when your dying on your bed because the dead tried to eat you alive.
"I love you, too." He gasped out in between sobs.
You smiled, kissing him on the lips. "Don't be stupid like me -- don't die."
He laughed quietly. You grabbed his hand with the pistol, pulling it up to the side of your head. "Do it.." You whispered, voice hoarse from the coughing.
"I love you (Y/N).." He sobbed into his left hand while his right hand held the gun to your head.
"I love you too.." That's all you could remember saying before hearing a loud 'bang', and everything became dark.
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