Taken ? Carl Grimes x Reader - EDITING

(Due to people disliking this chapter I've decided to change it. I'm sorry if you didn't like it, but I made it seem more like she was in pain.. I hope it is the slightest bit better, loves..)

The look plastered onto Carl's face was one of pure shock. He looked unsure like he didn't know what to do, but when his callused hands began to move you knew you were wrong.

The slightly younger boy began to undo his belt, slipping it out of the small loops while you raised an eyebrow at him. Instead of undoing his belt for god knows what he should be yanking out his knife, driving it into your skull before you get the chance to turn.

"Carl, just fucking shoot me." You spat out, tears beginning to cloud your vision as Carl reached for your forearm. He carefully wrapped the belt a little below your elbow and reached for the knife attached to his hip.

"Carl! What the fuck are you doing!" You quaked, your eyes following Carls hand while the color disappeared from your face and that familiar feeling of your stomach twisting and turning, returned.

Saying nothing, Carl pressed the knife against your warm skin and proceeded to move it back and forth until it hit bone. You knew he was most likely trying to stop the infection from spreading and you were too in shock to scream and shout at the boy sawing your arm off. The pain coursing through your body couldn't be explained by words or any numbers at an emergency room, but you decided on sucking in a shaky deep breath and using all the strength within you to block it out to the best of your ability.

"We're almost done, just keep quiet" Carl grumbled out, eventually getting the knife through the thick bone resting underneath your skin. Looking away you let a few more tears slide down your cheeks while you took your chapped lip in between your teeth, blood leaking from the area you bit down on, the metallic taste hitting the small sensitive buds on your tongue while you blinked the sudden dizziness away.

"Alright, it's off, give me that." He ordered, pointing towards the rubber band on your wrist. You struggled to take it off with your only hand, but after you got it off you were greeted by a shirtless carl. His Freshly cleaned shirt was being wrapped around your bleeding stump, but you couldn't help but gawk at him with the little energy you had left.

"(Y/N), give it." He once again ordered, ridding you of the large rubber band and trying it around the blood stained shirt. You weren't quite sure what to say at this point, words seemed to be caught in your throat and you almost wanted to reach up with your only hand and slap the boy backing away from you, but you chose not to.

"Thank--"

"You can just continue going, wherever it is you're going." Carl hissed out in a low voice, his anger coming back and practically slapping you in the face. Why was he still mad? Was he really going to shoo you away like that? Leave you to roam a forest with one hand? Leave you to bleed out all because of his stupid accusations?

"Really?" You questioned softly, your eyes wide with shock as Carl simply shrugged and continued to walk away. With every step he took closer to the barn the muscles in his back tensed and you couldn't help but take in the sight and follow closely behind.

You remained quiet the entire journey back and only fiddled with the bloody fabric around your arm. It saturated in nothing but the warm red liquid and you knew that it couldn't hold much more, but still, you remained quiet and forced yourself to walk. It was hard, to say the least, with every step you felt like you'd collapse, colors were beginning to mix together and objects that were once crystal clear were all grainy.

You'd hear the occasional grunt come from Carl, but he never acknowledged your presence, never asked if you needed any help, not even when he got to the barn and swung those familiar squeaky doors open.

He took all the shocked stares in like it was a completely normal sight and he didn't bother to wipe the scowl off his face. The group could practically feel the vexation oozing off of the younger boy and they took it as a sign to back away. Their worried forms running up to yours while Aaron sat against a wooden pole.

"What happened? Are you okay?" Multiple members of Rick's group asked; the color had completely left their faces and they looked like they had just seen a horde of demons.

"I got bit, Carl cut it off." You managed to whisper out, your gaze shifting towards the hay randomly scattered on the barn floor. Your eyes blinking away a few tears while you waited for someone to put heat on your stump, waiting for someone to stop the droplets of blood escaping out of your body like animals from a zoo, but no one budged.

Waiting patiently for a simple, do you want to lie down? Or how you feeling, you sighed and felt your legs beginning to shake, Maggie taking a step closer to your practically dead form "How did you just get bit?" Came Maggie, she knew we had to have been up to something out there to just get chomped on like that. Almost two years into the apocalypse you learn how to avoid it so it isn't something that happens often.

"How far out were you two? I don't see any walkers." Announced Rick as he peeked out of a hole in one of the wood planks. This was it, you had to come up with a lie on the spot, you had to gather the ounce of energy left within and get the barn to believe your lie.

"Well, I-I--"

"We were playing hide and seek, I told her I wanted to count first and one came up from behind," Carl explained, looking at the members gathered around you from underneath his hat. His expression had hardened and his eyebrows were scrunched together; his once beautiful blue eyes were a dark shade of blue and you could feel all of the hate he had towards you hit you like eighteen wheeler.

A/N

I know it's short and it's crap, but I'll update again today.

I really don't understand how I'm at 19.3k... I really don't deserve it, I'm a horrible author, but thanks.