When I'm With You (Carl Grimes x Reader) [DISCONTINUED!]

I stood with my back against the doors as the infected pounded against them. My shoes slid on the slick floor as they tried to push their way inside the small room.

From what I could take in so far, I was in a small office with a couple cubicles in front me. The there was a door at the far side of the room that probably led to a bigger room with storage in it.
I think that would be the best place to hide from...what? 10 maybe 15 of the infected trying to break in? I am so screwed. When am I ever not screwed? And where the hell is Rosie?

My thoughts were interrupted as the sound of glass being broken filled my ears. The dead had managed to crack and break the window on the door and tiny shards of glass flew everywhere. They reached their decomposing hands through the jagged hole and swatted at the air, trying to find something to grab on to. At some point during all this my hair had fallen out my ponytail holder's "tight grip" and fell around my shoulders, onto my back. One mangled hand grabbed onto my (H/C) hair and pulled as hard as it could, thinking it could pull me through the small hole. I screamed in pain as the hand continuously pulled my hair, tugging it every which way until Rose leaped up from beside me and clamped her jaws onto the infected's wrist.

She bit down so hard that blood began to pour down onto my head and onto my face. 'just great' I thought. I continued to push the door even as the creature still had a hold of my hair and Rose dangled behind me still growling fiercely. I screamed even more as the creature ripped out my bloody (H/C) hair.

I fell forwards and the dead pushed their way inside, causing me to crawl under one of the nearby desks in the cubicles. I pulled a rolley chair towards me as I scooted backwards into the corner of the desk, attempting to hide myself. Seeing how I lost my useless hatchet in the struggle and my dog, I pulled a pocket knife out of my combat boot and held it up ready to strike.
Some of the dead began to shuffle by my hiding place looking for their next meal, moaning and shuffling as they went. From outside, I heard the sound of gun shots fill the air and Rose's loud barking. Rosie was close but the gun shots were closer. Voices soon filled the air of the small room and the firing started up again. One by one I heard the slamming of bodies drop to the concrete floor and as soon as the firing started it stopped.

"What do you think caused all the walkers to get riled up over here?" I heard a strange voice say.

"I dunno." another voice said "Maybe it was the mutt." the voice replied.

"Dangit, Rosie!" I mentally punched myself for not calling her over to me sooner.

"I heard screams. and I don't think a dog could scream, Daryl." the third voice was softer. Much different from the other two deep and gruff voices from before.

"Nah shit, Sherlock!" One of the deeper voices said.

"Well there's a bag of supplies over here and hatchet." the younger one said.

Rose started to growl as I heard my stuff jingle in my bag. I heard my stuff drop to the ground as Rosie continued to growl.

"Easy there boy!" The younger voice pleaded. I rolled my eyes at him. I peeked my head around the side of the cubicle wall and saw Rosie cornering a tall boy in a sheriff's hat, to the wall.

"Rick I'm gonna shoot the mutt!" The deep voice called out.

I really didn't want to give up my hiding place but I had to save Rose. I pushed the chair out of the way and quickly crawled out.

"No! Please don't!" I pleaded.
The man who threatened Rosie looked at me and said, "Then call it off before I shoot it!" The man lifted up a loaded crossbow to Rose.

"Okay!" I yelled. "C'mere Rosie!" She didn't turn away from the scared boy until I called out again.

"It's okay Rosie! Look! I'm right here. I'm fine." I called. She turned around and ran to me, wagging her tail as she came. She jumped on my chest and knocked me down on the ground.
"Alright! Get off of me you big baby!" I pushed her off and she sat down beside me panting. I stood up and wiped the slobber off my face with my hands and flicked it off

"Yuck. Sorry about that. She's just overprotective sometimes." I looked up from my dirty hands and found the boy gapping at me. "What? Do I have-" I touched my hand to my face and as I brought it back down I realized that I was covered in the infected's blood and that my hair was probably all frizzled from it being grabbed and torn out.
The man with the cross bow reached in his pocket and fished out a dew rag and handed it to me.

"You're gonna need this." He said staring.
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So sorry for not updating guys I've just been through a lot over the past month and a half and I've never found the time where I could update but here you go 😊 and yeah I know it kinda sucks but oh whale