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SEND GLENN RHEE REQUESTS!!! im so in love with him i wanna write for him but i need inspo
Until the very end| Part 3
a/n ok so im back! literally after a year and im so sorry! I hope you guys can forgive my hiatus and like this chapter! I'll try to update frequently again :)
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âHave you ever killed somebody that didnât deserve it?â Carl asks after a long silence.
He looked over at you, eating the last few bites of the chocolate pudding you found together. You had a look on your face of pure comfort, almost reminiscing the old days. The chocolate pudding reminded you of home. Every weekend your dad would come home from work, with a bag full of groceries, it always contained a few small containers of pudding. It was your dads favorite, it wasnât exactly yours but it became a tradition to eat it on Friday nights after dinner. Now that he was gone, the pudding made you think about him. Just the good things though, happy memories.
Carlâs question made you look up, a questioning look on your face, âWhat?â
The boy besides you sighs as he takes the now empty pudding container from your hands and lays it beside the two of you.
âItâs something that I've wondered. I mean I've killed someone before and everyday I think about it,â He looks up for a moment as if heâs thinking back to the moment. âI was blinded by hatred and I couldnât tell the difference between bad and innocent anymore. Back at the prison, the one I told you about, there were kids our age too but theyâve never seemed to have done the things I have.â He trails off, not sure if he even knows what heâs getting at.
hey guys! sorry for leaving you all hanging when it comes to my carl fanfiction, i havenât written for it for a long time but recently i got my motivation for it back so i want to continue! Pls leave some suggestions you want for it so i might add it in the future and comment if you want to be tagged in the next part <3
Until the very end | part 2
< Part 1 > <Part 3>pls reblog!
set in 4x09
a/n: Carl and the reader are introduced! lets see where their relationship will take them, only time will tell. Hope you enjoy besties.
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âNo problem.â
The guy now seemed to have catched his breath and was now looking up at you. His eyes scanned your face and a look of confusion was plastered all over his own.
âWhyâd you save me?â He asked.
You realized he still hadnât completed let his guard down so you decided to put away your knife that you were still holding in your hands firmly. You didnât exactly trust him, but he looked around your age so you decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.
âJust thought that iâd spare you from getting eaten to death.â You replied casually as you studied his next moves carefully.
The guy chuckled lightly and now put his gun back in his holster.
âWhatâs your name?â
âY/n, whatâs yours?â
âCarl.â
You smiled at him and extended your hand which he returned, his smile only faltering for a second. The thought of you killing him crossed his mind. But why would you have saved him from the walkers if you wanted him dead? So he took your hand, hoping you were one of the good guys.
âWhat were you trying to do by the way? Attracting all those zombies like that.â You decided to walk back to the main road. Carl followed suit, now walking next to you. âYou know you couldâve attracted more that way.â
âYea I know. I thought I had it under control, one of them just took me by surprise I guess.â He sighed, clearly annoyed by his own actions.
âWell Carl, you owe me now.â
He looked at you confused.
âWhat do you mean?â He asked.
You laughed at his expression. Weird or concerning thoughts were probably circling around in his head right now.
âItâs nothing bad, calm down cowboy,â You gave him a small smirk which he returned with an eyeroll. âJust asking if I could stay with you and whoever youâre staying with, if youâre not alone that is. Iâm kinda on my own since yesterday and I donât like it one bit.â
âIâm with my dad, he usually decides if we can let someone stay. Heâs currently out cold though so as long as you answer three questions iâm about to ask you I think itâs fine.â
âWhat are the questions?â You asked him as you both approached a house in the neighbourhood. It looked nice (as nice as a house could look like in the apocalypse) there was a lot of knocked down garden furniture but that was about it. Hopefully it looked good inside too. âIs this where youâre staying?â You added to your question.
âNo, i was looking for supplies until i met you.â
He made his was onto the lawn and you watched him debate on something until he grabbed a lamp that was sticking inside the grass. It was sharp, so it could be used against the zombies. You had to admit it was smart.
âAnyway, iâll ask you the questions if you help me find supplies.â
âDeal.â
You were about to head to the door, see if it was open or not but Carl beat you to it. He didnât try the door like a normal person though, he ran straight into it. The door didnât budge and the boy fell backwards into the ground.
You couldnât help but laugh. That was the funniest thing youâve seen since months. What did he expect?
âDamn it,â He sighed and leaned his head on the porch. âStop laughing it wasnât funny.â
âIt kinda was though.â You snickered.
ââââââââ
You and Carl headed into the house while he started to ask you the three questions he mentioned before.
âHow many walkers have you killed?â He asked you while walking around the house with his gun aimed at entrances that could potentially contain zombies, or walkers as Carl calls them.
âToo many to count. Iâve been on the road for a solid three years and iâve killed at least one every day.â You answered honestly.
Carl looked at you and you couldnât read his expression properly? You didnât have time to dwell on it since Carl already moved on to the next one.
âHow many people have you killed?â
That one struck a nerve. Flashbacks from two days ago filled your mind. Your brother was sitting against a tree and begging you to kill him before it was too late.
âThree.â Your voice came out quieter than you expected. You didnât want to sound weak but your trembling voice said otherwise.
âWhy?â
âTwo of them attacked me and it left me with no choice..â You trailed of. You hated the fact that it had such an effect on you. It was the apocalypse for fucks sake.
âWhat about the third one?â Carl asked watching you carefully. He quickly took notice of your change in demeanour.
âThe third one was my brother. It was two days ago. He got bit..â
âIâm sorry.â
âDonât. Donât say that. Itâs part of life now isnât it?â
âThat doesnât mean we canât mourn the ones weâve lost.â
âMaybe not. But thereâs no time for any of that now. Iâve learned that the hard way,â You ignored his gaze and looked around the kitchen for something you could eat. âAnyway, did I pass your test?â
Carl looked up at you and smiled.
âYeah, definitely.â
âGreat âcause I just found a huge amount of pudding and I wasnât gonna share it with you if you said I didnât.â You said jokingly as you grabbed the tiny stool in the kitchen and grabbed the container.
Carlâs eyes went wide at the sight. Its been a good 5 years since he last had a bite of chocolate pudding. However, as much as he wanted to dive in he knew you both had to check the rest of the house first so you knew it was safe.
You hoped it was. You really did.
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heyy sorry this was so short i promise to make longer chapters in the future :)
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thank you sm! and i just added you :) next chapter will probably be out sunday
hey! can i be added to the taglist of your carl series? Itâs awesome so far!đ
yup just added you x
and thank you!
Until the very end
<part 2>
Part one of my Carl Grimes x fem!reader series! word count: 1k
set in season 4 episode 9
A/N: I will be updating this series once a week but sometimes I wonât be able to due to finals! Hope you like it and please leave a comment with your thoughts. If you want to be added to my taglist ask me in my submission box!
Also y/n calls the walkers zombies before meeting the group because letâs be honest, thatâs what weâd all call them if we were in a zombie apocalypse :D
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âIâm sorry,â You backed away from the now lifeless body of your brother, the same knife youâve had for the last four years that you used to kill countless zombies with was now sticking out from his skull. Tears streamed down your face as you took out the knife with trembling hands. âIâm so sorry,Nick.â
Ever since the whole world went to shit you had to learn to adapt. It was running,fighting and trying to find food and water most of the time. The apocalypse hit when you were 12 years old and ever since then you havenât stayed at one place for more than a month. It was hard, of course it was. Luckily your brother was the one who helped you through it. He was your rock, the person that was always there for you no matter what.
Until he wasnât.