- The remastered edition - An ebony sky filled with flickering white speckles, the thick yet sticky Georgia heat and the sounds of over twenty walkers. That's all (Y/N) could remember that night the farm fell, it was all surreal, like a scene from some major motion picture and as the scenes from that very night flashed in (Y/N)'s brain she placed a single callused finger on her bottom lip. A scar, how did she get it? She couldn't remember, come to think of it who was that boy screaming her name? - - Originally on my second account, published originally in 2016. - This is a Carl Grimes x reader with mature content and trigger warnings!