Taken ? Carl Grimes x Reader - EDITING

"H-help me please." the innocent voice begs. The voice is all too familiar. It causes the hairs on the back of my neck to go erect.

"(y-y/n) is that you?"

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Your POV

You're immediately taken back by the sight of him. His skin a paler shade than you remember, but one particular thing catches your eye; his bottom lip is quivering. Is he crying?

"Carl, is that really you?" You question in disbelief. You were sure you'd never see his face again.

you wait patiently for an answer but when none is given you take a few steps forward. your bodies a mere 2 feet away from each other. The room being illuminated by the one lone window in the manager's office.

"I...I thought you died." The lanky boy blurts out while a tear finds its way down his dirt covered cheek. you take the opportunity and wipe it away. wrapping your arms around his torso next.

"I'm still alive. It was terrible Carl. I managed to escape from those walkers on the farm. When I was safe from them all I could think about was you. You, Rick, Daryl...everyone. I was almost certain I'd never see y'all. I've been all alone since." You explain, your grip around him still tight. You don't want to ever let him go.

"Let me look at you." He chokes out and loosens his grip. His eyes now scanning your body. It wouldn't take a genius to know that you were underweight. Your collar bones prominent as well as your neck tendons and shoulder blades. The sight breaks his heart and it was taking every ounce of his being to not break down. "I'll be right back."

You want so badly to yell stop that you don't want him to leave you, but you don't you stay silent and wait for him to return which doesn't take long. He's back within the next thirty seconds, a Nutri-grain bar in his palm and in the other a bottle of water.

"You need to eat." He says obviously concerned, but you push it away. The bell in the front of the store sounding off signalling someone is here. You immediately out of habit grab your hunting knife. Carl shaking his head no and cupping his hands around his mouth.

"We're over--"

"Carl no! What if it's not who you think it is!" You whisper-yell, rolling your eyes at his brilliant plan to shout out your location. The sound of boots crunching on discarded wrappers fill the silence. The faint sound of an older man and woman negotiating catch your attention.

"It's just my dad and Michonne." He states and you question in your head who this Michonne lady is? She isn't from the quarry or the farm. Can you trust her?

You're snapped out of your thoughts when the two people near the manager's office.

"Carl you here?" Rick asks into the darkness. His voice calming your nerves and putting another smile on your face. Carl helping you up and bringing you into the light.

The look on the father's face is a look of pure shock. Did everyone think I kicked the bucket? What if my uncle thinks so. It's probably eating at him. Wait did my uncle even make it?

Question after question pop up in your head and you're once again in deep thought. You hate being left in the dark and you want to know everything.

"You're alive?" The father's voice mumbled out, his body now near yours as he hugs you. His hand on the back of your head the other on your back.

He soon let's go a hand running through his grayed lumberjack beard a scoff escaping from his lips. His body turning to the female in a white button up. Carl watching the scene unfold.

"This is her."

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A/N

Part iii edited! (:

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-Zombae