Negan's daughter (CarlXreader)

Pieces

Carl's POV

I watched y/n leave and my dad and Daryl took Enid away to I'm guessing her home and i stood in the middle of choosing Enid or y/n. All i could do was replay what was happening between Enid and y/n and try to understand what the hell is going on with them. It was frustrating, not being allowed to do anything, not being able to help, she just kicked me away and told me to do nothing but watch. And y/n did nothing but let her do that to her and allowed Enid to kill and beat the shit out of her. It wasn't right and not Enid, she blamed y/n for everything, i can't disagree she is a big part why there is so much shit but she is the reason why we till have the people that went on that went on that run to save Maggie. Saying it's y/n's fault is basically saying its Maggie's fault that we almost died as well and thats not at all true. As i trap myself in my thoughts i found myself alone in the streets walking to the edge of the wall that keeps us from the dead.

"My head hurts."

Your POV

I was home, finally and was nothing but annoyed and tired and on the break of a killing spree, nothing sounded better then that right now. My room was nothing but a bed and a basement, hardly anything to look at, it was empty.

"Shit..." i panted as i gather up my medical supplies and brought them to my bed and started to strips, starting with my shirt.

I look at my wounds and scoffed in disappointment. "Crazy fucking bitch."

"Hey y/n, Oh a-ah.I-IM SORRY!"

"AH, WHY ARE YOU HERE GET OUT!"

Carl's POV

'She screamed... like a girl and she was, Naked. I was now outside her basement door, basically glued to the ground and my face was what I'm pretty sure look like a fucking tomato.

"Relax don't go make a mess in your pants." She comes out with another shirt on, blood was seeping through her new shirt but she didn't pay much attention to it though.

"What do you need?" She asked leaning against the doorframe of her room/basement. She was alone and her head was messy.

"I came to say I'm sorry.. for Enid." I couldn't look at her anymore but she kept staring at me.

"I didn't realize she was sorry. It's a good thing she sent her Messenger to come tell me or else I would have never known." She walks away from her door frame and walks inside her room, giving me the chance to enter.

"Well she didn't say those exact words but I'm sure she's sorry." I said looking everywhere in the basement/room, trying to keep my eyes from wondering to her.

"Right." Was all she said. She sat down on her bed and started to clean her arm.

"Can I help?" I asked, itching towards her little by little.

She looks at me and I take this chance to make up her decision for her before she could say no..

"Do you think you can roll up your sleeve, I can't clean it right if you don't." I ask and she gets up from her bed.

"The sleeve won't roll up, I'll jus change really quick to a different shirt." Shes quick to throw off her old shirt and look for another.

My face reddens deeper and I become antsy not sure of what I'm supposed to do. I kept my eyes from wandering toward her but I end up looking at her in the end. Well her backside.
It was like a glass pricking me over and over, making their way in me inch by inch. Her back was nothing but a canvas of scars and wounds, screaming at one another like men in battle.
She turns around and faces me, her stomach, chest, shoulders, and every inch of her body from her chest down is covered in scars.
I stood up and she puts her shirt over her head almost getting her arms through. I stop her by softly grabbing her arm, her body was cold and soft. Her arms left trails of scars and begged for mercy.
I rub my finger down her wrist and side, her body gave to goosebumps and she gasp so quietly.

"You don't have to look at them.. I don't need your pity." She said calmly and yet her voiced shook just a little.

"Carl?.." I couldn't hear or think of what to do with myself, I didn't even understand why I was touching her or why she hasn't stopped me.

I look into her eyes and for the first time, I could see everything she was feeling, scared, lonely, hurt. I couldn't help but stair at her. My hands moved on their own and they held her face in my hands and I kissed her lips. They were slightly chapped and soft at the same time. Her lips moved to mine and felt safe and warm. She runs her hand through my hair and slightly pulls it and I kiss her deeper. She doesn't stop me or does anything to tell me she doesn't want this so I pull her body closer to mine and I hold her my the neck so softly, kissing her harder.

IM LEAVING IT THERE for right now, I'm sorry to leave it on such a part but I have a shit tone of math homework to do. But I'm sorry for not updating in so long. Trust me i had this started and I've been adding in little by little I just haven't taken the time to write what I wanted to. But here you guys go love you and see you soon.