Carl Grimes X Reader

Running was the only thought on your mind.

You had to escape.

You had to.

You were rather young out of the large group of people back at the prison, about 14 years of age. There wasn't a whole lot of people the same age as you.

You tried to think of some, but your mind was focused of getting you out of that woods. Alive.

Not one of them.

You turned your head quickly to glance at what was chasing you.

Walkers, as you called them. There was about 6 or 7 on your tail right now, trying to grab your flesh and sink their rotten teeth into it.

The thought made you shiver, and make you feel queasy.

"Help!" You called out, still running from the Walkers.

But there was no-one.

The prison wasn't too far away from you now, you just had to run past the large group of Walkers surrounding it.

You made a leap for it. You jumped high over the bushes, your hands reaching out for the only safe place for you.

But you felt something grasp your ankle, which pulled you back down to the ground.

You turned your head. A Walker had grabbed your ankle, and was trying to bite you.

You grasped the grass beneath you as hard as you can, trying to break free from the monster.

"Someone, help~!" You yelled with all you could.

Another Walker piled on top of the one grabbing your foot. They were both growling at you now.

"No, no, no!" You yelled repeatedly, trying to kick them in the face.

Just then one of the Walkers stopped moving, and lay motionless. The one grabbing your ankle followed soon after.

You were breathing sharply, your heart flying out of your chest. You carefully slipped your foot out of the Walker's hand.

You stood up, shaking and pale.

"You should have called for help sooner, you could have been killed." A voice said from behind you.

You quickly jolted your body round to see them.

Now there was someone your age. Someone you could talk to because you weren't shy about it.

Carl. The Sheriff's son.

You were both the same age, and good friends. You could always talk to each other, no matter what was happening.

"You OK?" He said, a faint smile on his face.

"Well-I-you see-" You stuttered before surprisingly pulling him into a hug. You had no idea what you were doing and neither did he.

He gingerly hugged you back, smiling.
"Someone's a teddy bear." Carl said.

"I was-on a run-lost the group-I mean-thank you." You said to him, smiling and trying to hold back any tears.

"It's fine, really." Carl said with a faint laugh.

Carl was just one of those people who had the spark of good in them for you.