Taken ? Carl Grimes x Reader - EDITING

Part VIII.

You remained like this for a while until you heard the doors opposite of you swing open. It was no other than Gareth and you could tell just by his whispers, his whispers issuing his men into different areas of the church. They had their guns readied as you propped yourself up on one elbow.

"I guess you know we're here, there's no use in hiding." He states, his eyes locking on me as he motions for one of his men to bring me towards the middle of the church. "We have the girl, I can end her. Or you can save her, just come on out." Gareth continues on, Judith letting out a soft cry in response to the sadistic man's words.

"Or we can do the boy first, the baby? Better yet, the ringleader and the girl. Let them turn, rip you guys to pieces." He growls out, his statement causes your blood to boil as you with every ounce of strength you have left headbutt one of the termites. Your vision becoming blurred from the impact of your heads hitting one another.

"Is no one fucking watching her!" Gareth belted out and in one swift movement grabbed you by the back of the shirt and pulled you towards the front.

Worry began to fill your entire body. Was your stupid decision going to get the entire group killed? It seemed like it as Gareth brought some sort of weapon close to your temple. "If you don't show yourselves right now I'll end her!" Gareth yelled, stumbling over his words as the church doors opened once again.

Rick and the others came storming in with their weapons cocked and loaded. You knew blood would spill, from whose group you didn't know, but you tried to remain optimistic.

"Let the girl go." Rick roughly said and neared closer to the now trembling man. He instantly lowered his gun and turned to face our leader, the gears turning in his head. He needed a good lie.

"I can, I can explain. We came here to make amends. We don't want to start anything." Gareth explained and scrunched his eyebrows up together. His lies were complete garbage and there was no way he was weaseling himself out of this one.

"Yeah." Rick started with while looking down at his colt python. His eyes then quickly went to Sasha and Abraham. "Do it."

And that's when it happened, all hell broke loose. The small group Rick brought with him finished off those pesky termites, stabbing them with knives, popping shells into their skulls, all while Gareth watched.

He was now a defeated man and it was finally time for Rick to get the blood he wanted. He neared Gareth and swiftly sliced a few fingers off. A look of pure pain spread across his face as you gave him a disgusted look. He deserved all of this and Rick agreed as he finally finished the crazed man off.

It all finally fell silent and the door to the priest's office creaked open. Carl slowly slipped out of the room and took the sight of you in. You were on your knees, your hair an absolute mess and your clothes filthy. Your skin was coated with fresh blood and beads of sweat were forming on your forehead.

You definitely weren't looking your best, but Carl didn't seem to care.

Carls POV

I about had it, I knew the condition (Y/N) was in. I knew she was hurting and now she just had to deal with Gareth again? She had to stare death in the face and tell him to fuck off.

I cautiously neared the girl I cared too much about and pulled her into my arms until my eyes saw something I didn't see earlier. Maybe I just didn't see it in the heat of the moment but now it was a neon light. A splotch of blood on her shirt.

The blood appeared to be old, but I was still curious. "What happened? What is that?" I interrogated and she shot me a sympathetic look, her hands weakly grabbing the hem of her shirt so I could see the aftermath.

A deep wound sat on her side, it almost looked like a bite from a walker, But I didn't want to jump to conclusions. I instead scooped (Y/N) up in my arms and laid her down in the churches secondary room. I knew I needed to clean it so I reached for a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a few other things that would help heal the wound.

"Carl, maybe we should get your dad or Maggie. She can do something about the stab wound." (Y/N) explains and I quickly shake my head no.

"Carl, why no? It'll help me." She whispers out and I sigh rubbing the back of my neck. "Cause, I can take care of you myself. What if there's more to this stab wound, what if they find something while fixing it? They'll just take you from me." I choke out as she reaches for my hand and gives me a reassuring smile. "Please, I'll be fine."

Defeated, I get up and make my way to my father. I explain the situation to him and bring him into the room where (Y/N) lays peacefully asleep.

"Carl, she's burning up." My dad announces while examining the wound. His fingers wiping off some of the blood on her. "You sure it isn't a bite?"

"Yes I'm sure, (Y/N) said it was a stab wound," I mutter out while my father leaves and returns with a tired Maggie.

Maggie doesn't say anything she simply reaches for the needle and thread in her back pocket and gets to work. She begins with stitching up the open wound then placing a generous amount of bandages around her abdomen. Maggie's soft eyes stare at (Y/N) as she places the last pain reliever on the end table as well as half empty water bottle.

"She should be good till the morning, I'll come in later and change her bandages and if she says anything about pain. There's a pill there." Maggie informs while I take my spot next to (Y/N). I begin to brush some of her sweat soaked hair out her face all while taking in her features. I began to feel guilty and all I wanted to do was help her, but there was nothing more I could do so I sat. I sat and waited for my girl to wake, I prayed silently that if this was an infection that she was strong enough to fight it, she had to be. I couldn't lose her for the third time.  

A/N

Finally edited chapter 8 and there's now a thousand more words! I'll start getting to work on 9 so I can update with a brand new part!

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