Taken ? Carl Grimes x Reader - EDITING

Part VII.

"Why?"

"Because, the lord abhors violence," Gabriel stated in an almost duh like tone causing my father to stop and place his hand on his holster. "We've all done something; what have you done?"

"I'm a sinner, I sin almost every day, but I confess those sins to god. Not to strangers." He said gaining some sort of confidence and continuing on his way to his 'camp'. My dad was frustrated and in disbelief all at the same time, but he continued following the shady man.

We followed the priest all the way to an untouched church, a few worn down crosses sat near the church, but the dates carved into them showed they weren't from this time. Not a single live or dead walker was to be seen and it was a cruel reminder of the safe haven that was the farm.

"Here it is," Gabriel said with a smug smiled plastered on his darkened skin; my dad forced him back before gathering his right-hand men and scoping out the pristine church. We were given the all clear after a good five minutes and made ourselves at home. Our bags were placed near the exit while I lead (Y/N) to a wood bench, she willingly sat next to me and picked at the stained wood; not a word escaped her body, but she looked exhausted. My arm quickly snaked around her and pulled her in closer. "You good?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired. Carl, do you think your pop will let us stay?" She inquired and I shrugged in response. What my dad did wasn't up to me, but I could only hope. We could all use the rest, but (Y/N) decided to get hers now.

She curled herself up and found her comfortable position, slamming her breathtaking eyes shut and letting sleep take her. It took but only a few minutes for soft snores to begin escaping from her, it was adorable, to say the least, but I left her in peace.

(Y/N)'s POV

You were rudely awoken from your deep slumber when the group began clanking cans and laughing it up like it was some holiday party. Carl sat next to his father and laughed at all the cute little things Judith was apparently doing, they seemed to be having a blast and you decided to not intrude.

You decided on slipping outside, the cold air hitting your face as soon as you were out and the distant smell of wood burning fills your nostrils. You figured it was just the group burning something and resumed your little adventure.

Zipping up your thin jacket you find yourself a gravel trail and decide this will do. The light from the moon was enough to help you see for now and you made sharp lefts and rights to follow it.

"C'mon we just gotta get him back before they start guessing." A man said quite loudly and you froze in your steps. Not a person was to be seen when your eyes began to frantically search the area for the guy so you gave into curiosity and followed it.

You followed all the whispers and obvious tracks to a clearing by an elementary when a familiar man caught your eye. Bob. He was tied down like a dog and a man was hacking away at his leg. "Shit, it'll be alright Bob." You whisper to yourself and take a few steps closer to the edge of the forest line.

"It'll be alright? Huh, don't run into optimists much." A low voice responds to your statement, quickly restraining you before you can make any attempt at escaping. You were quickly pulled out into the clearing where Gareth lets out a frustrated laugh and rubs the back of his head.

Their leader appeared ticked and tossed Bob's calf into the fire. His demonic like presence sent chills down your spine as he crouched down to your height and wiped off his hunting knife.

"Please, let Bob go." You attempted to beg, but the cannibal only found this amusing. Gareth brought his knife closer to your neck, pressing the freshly sharpened blade against the soft skin of your neck.

"No, I think we're good. Besides, we need you both." Gareth explains to you while moving his blade gently against your skin. You flinch at his actions and headbutt Gareth causing him to stumble backwards and the rest of his posse to ready their weapons.

"Obviously after rape and seeing us cut off your precious friend's leg you haven't learned." Gareth hisses out and in one swift movement drives his knife into your abdomen; all you can manage to do is gasp in pain while everything becomes a blur.

Everything you once saw, the fire, the termites, the beautiful moonlit sky was now a pure shade of black; the blackest of blacks. You could feel warm blood drop onto the palm of your hand from your mouth while your mind begins to reply key events in your life.

It starts from when you were a little girl, naive and thinking not a bad thing existed on this heavenly planet. Times when your Uncle Daryl would stop fixing up his car to play around outside. You can clearly picture his quirky smile when you finally shot your first buck then cried because you thought you were a 'bad person.'. You remember all those times your mother took you to see Carl on the weekends to play board games and watch scary movies. Those moments you spent snuggled up to your eldest brother on winter nights before the end of everything ended him. You can see as clear as day the start of the apocalypse, all the horrid things you did, all the death and all the hardships. This all replayed in your mind like some twisted movie as you can now feel rope against your wrists then your back against another pole like at Terminus.

The only thing you can think of is that they're restraining you for when you turn, but you can't let that happen; You already went through so much. You needed to beat this world and see the new one.

Come on (Y/N), you can pull through this.