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Best Friends - Part 2

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Warning: Carnid breakup which I didn’t want to do because Carl and Enid both deserves happiness, FLUFF ENDING

A/N: OKAY GUYS I DECIDED I’LL WRITE A PT.2!!! Thank you for those of you who commented and took their time to like/reblog this story!!<3

Part 1

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“Hey, come on. Let’s just stay inside the wall.” Carl called out to a girl on the move, her leg already hooked onto the other side of the fence.

“You can. I want to go.” Enid stared down at her boyfriend, her full body already on the other side now.

Carl could only watch as the tip of her head sunk down in the steel walls. Their relationship began to strain after the whole incident with you coming to rescue the two.

“Y/N’s not always going to be around to help you, you know?” He called out one last time, before turning back and heading straight towards the clock tower.

“I can defend myself too, thank you very much. But it’s always about Y/N, isn’t it?” Enid mumbled to herself, kicking dirt over as she flees the compound.

Carl watched the scenery of Alexandria, passing by houses and trees, all free of walkers and full of life. He understood Enid’s need to head outside once in a while, but he also understood now that people can stay strong even inside the walls. Thanks to you.

His boots clanked against the metal staircase, breath getting slightly shallow as he kept on climbing up numbers of steps.

When he finally reached the top, the first thing he saw was you with your back facing him, sniper rifle loaded and finger steady on the trigger.

From what he’s figured out so far, is that Enid and you are simply two very different people. While Enid might have ran the other direction at the sight of walkers surrounding a person, you wouldn’t hesitate to step in.

He admired that.

Your bravery, toughness and caring nature.

“Are you just gonna stand there?” His neck whipped at you as soon as you made the comment.

“How’d you know I was here?” He climbed up to the small room, sitting down next to you with his back against the wall.

“You damned boots make a lot of noise.” You take your eyes off the scope, turning to him with a small smirk.

“Oh yeah. Stupid question.” He looked down at the sheets and blankets scattered on the ground, his face turning serious. “Did you spend the night here?”

“No, I made a bed for myself just so I could not sleep in it.” You glanced over Alexandria for a quick sweep before taking your eyes off of it again. “Yes. I did.”

“You need to rest.” He simply states, gently taking the rifle away from you and setting them down on the floor.

You don’t even have the strength to fight him, it really has been a while since you slept well.

“Come on.” He took your hand, re-lighting something up inside you that you tried so hard to extinguish before.

He leads you down the stairway, all while still holding your hand. Even when the two of you gets out of the tower, he continues to hold your hand while walking down the street to the group’s shared house. You could sense a couple stares, something called primal gaze detection. But you were way too focused on his hand wrapping around yours to care about them.

Once in the house, you were going to head straight for your room, but Carl pulls your hand back and takes you to the room next to it.

Carl’s.

“Why’re we going to your room?” You question him with a drained tone.

He looks back at you with a smile, “you never let me take care of you.” Your heart leaped for a second before you rationally calmed yourself down.

He’s your best friend.

“And to make sure you don’t go anywhere.” He added playfully, releasing your hand once the two of you were inside his room.

You’d come here many times before, but it felt different. You couldn’t really place your finger on it, though. You started getting a little dizzy, probably from the lack of sleep.

“I’ll bring you some water. Stay here.” He pointed at his bed, and you gladly laid on it. Not thinking very clearly.

If you hadn’t been sleep deprived, your mind would have pushed through your heart, making you stand up and make a beeline to the clock tower again.

But right at this moment, his bed felt comfortable, and that was enough for you.

Carl opened the door with a glass of water to see you already deep in sleep, and a smile crept up his face from the sight. He set the water down on the table and pulled the covers over you. You mumbled incoherent words at him, making him chuckle. It was rare for him to see you like this.

He gazed at you sleeping for a good 10 minutes, before realizing that is was kind of creepy and remembering that he had a girlfriend.

“Carl!” Michonne suddenly opened the door, knocking Carl backward with a thud.

He glanced at you, unbothered by the noise and still asleep. Relieved, he stood up and pushed Michonne out of the room. He slowly shut the door behind him and brought Michonne downstairs.

“She could’ve woken up. A knock would’ve been nice.”

“Look, I’m sorry. I was just about to tell you that Enid was looking for you.” Carl started walking to the door, Michonne watching how he didn’t immediately rush to the door as he would if someone said that you were looking for him.

“Hey, can you tell Y/N that I headed out for a minute if she wakes up?” Carl traces his steps back to the kitchen, pointing at the second floor.

“I will.” She reassured him with a grin on her face.

Michonne rests her elbows on the kitchen counter as she watched Carl head out the door.

“Judith, help those kids.” She mumbled to the little baby struggling to get around the house, picking her up and setting Judith in her arms.

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Carl followed the white strips on the road as he looked around for Enid, both his hands deep in his pockets.

He kept going around in circles, and no signs of Enid anywhere. He started to grow skeptical of Michonne possibly lying. But why would she?

As he was on his 3rd round going around Alexandria, a girl who can only be Enid flashed across the corner of his eyes.

He quickly spun himself on the heel of his boot to call out to her, when he froze in place.

Enid was with someone, behind a couple trees and bushes. She didn’t seem to notice that Carl was here.

Carl stalked over to the bushes to take a better look at why she was behind a damn bush.

He froze in place as soon as he saw a scene play out in front of him. It was as if it was planned, directed, timed just so Carl could watch this with his own eyes.

There sat Enid and Ron in the grass, lips pressed against each other. They both looked... happy. Nothing forced or uncomfortable about it. That spoke for itself.

Carl should’ve wanted to dive inside the bushes and pull his gun on Ron, but he took it a lot more rationally than he would’ve thought.

He rose from his crouching stance, catching the attention of the two and simply spitting out the words of “we’re done.” Before calmly walking away.

His ears caught faint calls of “Carl, Wait! It’s not what you think!” And whatnot, but all he really wanted to do was return home.

To you.

When he opened his doors again, you were still in your deep sleep, cradling the blankets as if to make up for the empty space beside you.

But your face was angelic, lips creating a small pout and your lashes falling over your under-eyes. Your features were soft and relaxed, completely absorbed by the safety of the bed.

He remembered what it was like, having this big crush on you back at the prison. He knew how you felt about relationships, though. He’d never want to push you into an uncomfortable position. He wanted to laugh at how happier he was liking you and not getting a single flirty line from you than dating Enid.

He glanced down at you, weakly smiling and blurting out; “I wish I told you back at the prison.” Maybe he could’ve had an unexpected answer, or if he didn’t, at least he could’ve gotten over you with closure.

No, he wouldn’t be able to.

The concept of soulmates didn’t seem all that mystical to him anymore. No matter how many other girls he meets in his life, none of them are going to be you. And no matter what happens between you two, he knows you’ll always be the owner of his heart.

“Told me what?” You softly spoke up, voice slightly groggy from the dry air in the room.

Carl looked over at you, face red and possibly steaming. You let out a faint chuckle at the sight.

“That- you know what you always say about relationships?”

“No, don’t beat around the bush.” That phrase flicked on a switch in his mind, reminding him that it’s now or never.

“I like you, Y/N. I probably even love you. I’ve known since we were there back in the prison.” Carl sunk down on his knees, his head buried in his hands.

You felt immediately awake, your heart beating rapidly against your rib cage.

You sat up in the bed, placing your hand on one of Carl’s hands and leading him on his bed.

He climbed in silently, still terrified of your response.

“You have no idea how much I wanted to say that.” You had a little twinkle in your eyes, something Carl noticed whenever you were happy or excited.

His eyes watered in surprise and relief. You felt caught off guard by how your lips just formed syllables on its own, extracting its words from your heart.

Your heart was bursting. Carl, who you had this uncontainable crush on since the start, was confessing his love to you. And you just confirmed that you return his love.

Carl gently placed his hand on your cheek and kissed you. A kiss with emotions and feelings that couldn’t be formed into words. Something so rare in the apocalyptic world, but it was what made it so pure and precious.

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Carl, later on, explained how he broke things off with Enid, and how she actually looks happier with Ron. And you could see it too.

Rick surprisingly won the bet on who was going to make the move first. Michonne was SO sure it was going to be you.

As far as you and Carl’s relationship could go, it was going amazingly. The two of you would kick ass together, care for each other and became an essential part of each other’s lives. Everyone in the group knew the two of you were bound to end up together. Maybe there really is someone scripting your life. Because that’s how perfect it was.

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“That was horrifying.” Glenn panted behind the getaway car. Carl laid on the asphalt, catching a breather after taking on the jewelry store filled with walkers. “You must be really serious about this, man.”

“Yeah. She’s kind of the love of my life.” Carl smiled and breathed out, flashing a gorgeous diamond-encrusted ring in the sunlight.

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lets all just take a moment and look at this beautiful relationship. ths is what i live for. Carnid is so real, but why didnt they kiss?

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