Taken ? Carl Grimes x Reader - EDITING

It felt like you had been tied down for ages, the hard gravel near the elementary school had already made their marks on your frail legs and the blood that once spilled from you had now turned a darkish red. You could faintly hear Gareth and his cannibalistic followers chit chatting amongst one another, however, you could only make certain words out like "Rick." "Church." And. "Bob."

Were they about to ambush the church? Dangle you and Bob in front of them and threaten to kill you if they didn't do as they say?

You wouldn't be surprised if that's what these sick twisted men decided on. Their men, their home, it was all destroyed and they were out for blood. It was only understandable.

"All right, you, grab the girl. I got Bob." You could finally hear Gareth bark out as a pair of frigid callused hands pulled you straight into the woods. They weren't gentle either; you were practically scratched by every knife like twig on the forest floor and bruised by every minuscule rock that jabbed into your tanned skin.

It wasn't long, though, until you and Gareth's posse were within a stone's throw of the church. You were still out of it for the most part, but you could make out the distinct noise of groans and a body being dragged. This body was most likely Bob's, but you couldn't do anything, but mumble out a few incoherent things.

"Gardjh.." Was it, but it was enough to cause heads to snap in your direction. It wasn't English, as a matter of fact, it wasn't any language known to man, but Gareth knew it was a call to him.

"Who said she could speak? Someone, shut the girl up." Gareth hissed out in an attempt to keep is cover hidden and not blown.

You weren't about to give up, though. You continued on with your gibberish until Gareth removed the duct tape that served as a blockade between your words and the world. You had so much to say, but your friend's lives were in danger, it had to be good.

"Please, don't do this, we were left with no choice, this was the hand we were dealt." You began to explain, but Gareth only scoffed.

"Begging won't change my mind, besides, if I were you I'd pipe down. Unless you'd like to die right now." Gareth said between gritted teeth. He was serious and there was no changing this cannibals mind; it all sunk in when you were pulled up and shoved towards the church. A can of spray paint going off and the rest of the termites retreating back in the woods.

The plan was to leave you and Bob outside near the doors, eventually, someone would see and the ringleader would seek revenge. He'd take a small group out then Gareth and his followers would have the perfect opening. They could finally pick us off one by one, give us what they thought we deserved.

And that's what happened.

The sound of someone speaking rather loudly within the church walls could be heard then the doors being swung open. The group you and Bob belonged to poured out as worried looks spread across their face.

"Bob! (Y/N)!" Came the voice of Sasha

"His leg." Came Maggie as Rick forced Carl back inside. He didn't need to see this. Not right now.

"Get Bob and (Y/N) inside! We'll take care of the walkers" Came the voice of someone else, you couldn't quite make out who it was, but you were you grateful to finally be pulled up from the damp grass.

Inside the holy walls, you were laid down. Bob's voice filling your ears as he sounded like he was in absolute pain. Hell, you both were, but this didn't stop Bob from giving Rick all the information he needed. He now knew it was Gareth and his men and he had a plan, turns out, it was just what Gareth wanted him to do, but you couldn't stop him, the only thing you could do was snuggle into the blankets on the floor.