Taken ? Carl Grimes x Reader - EDITING

Standing in the dimly lit hallway was Rick. His hands were firmly placed on his hips as he waited for his diamond eyed boy to show up.

"What happened to you guys?" Came the soft voice of Carl as he turned the corner and took in the sight of his worn out father. He was covered in fresh blood and small beads of sweat were beginning to trail down his face.

"Walkers, a lot of them," Answered Rick while you locked eyes with a panicking Aaron. He was darting through the front door, fear laced in voice as he shouted for his love. You could tell by the way his dull nails dug into his sweaty palms that he was beyond worried.

"Aaron, he's okay," You announced with a weak smile. Your hand reaching for one of Aaron's as you pulled him into the neighboring room where Eric sat in deep thought.

"Eric," Aaron breathed out, using his hand to wipe as much sweat off his face as possible. His eyes slowly began to soften and his lips which were sucked into a straight line slowly turned into a smile.

"Before you ask, its like a volleyball injury. It's a broken ankle, at least that's what Maggie said," Eric explained, his eyes shifting from Aaron's eyes to the flickering candle sitting in front of him. He was trying his hardest to reassure Aaron, but it wasn't working.

"You know, I like her, Maggie," Eric continued on with, fidgeting with the fabric that covered the old recliner. It, however, didn't take him long to notice the heartbreaking look on Aaron's face. "Aaron, please, it's not a big deal. I'll just go to the infirmary when we get back." Eric finally finished with as Aaron quickly left your side to claim a spot next to his love.

"Okay," Aaron breathed out, his face nearing Eric's as he finally engaged in a loving kiss. His hands found his way to Eric's smooth jaw while they both smiled during the heartwarming moment.

They were both so in love and it only reminded you of your relationship with Carl. You remember waking up after everything that went down in the eerie woods. You remember how you blamed Carl, but yourself at the same time and you remember how the air was thick and tense and filled with nothing more than hate.

You remember how you woke up and you were missing a body part. It was like a slap in the face and you were almost sure Carl could care less, unlike Aaron whom cared too much.

These depressing, unwanted thoughts were clouding your vision. They were causing you to zone out, but when you were finally able to snap back to reality you were face to face with one of the cutest sights ever.

There Eric was with a fresh, shiny license plate in his hands. It was apparently for a state that was hard to find and judging by the sparkly finish that sat on top of the cold piece you knew it was rare.

"I uh, I found it while I was waiting for you. Searched through the neighborhood, it's authentic, but limited edition," Eric stated, obviously proud of this specific find, but the feeling didn't last long. Aaron lost all of his plates and the look on his face was enough to tell us that. "You lost them, didn't you?"

"Um, yeah," Aaron softly said while a soft laugh escaped from between his chapped lips. "But thank you," He added, while Rick allowed himself into the room. He said nothing, but you knew that he wanted to speak to the adorable couple alone.

"Well I guess I'll be hitting the old dusty trail," You mumbled out, quickly clearing your throat while you let your throbbing feet carry you out of the sweet-smelling room.

It was then the search for Carl began, but it didn't take you long. The young brunette was only outside, lost in thought like most people in this group, but it was also the perfect opportunity to spook him.

"Boo," You shouted, using your one and only hand to pinch Carl's delicate side. The way he practically jumped out of his boots was hilarious to you and it was almost enough to make you forget about the events that happened earlier.

"Butthole," He grumbled out, smoothing out the wrinkles that were littered upon his shirt.

"Yeah I know, we all have buttholes," You addressed, physically cringing at your stupid remark, but it didn't phase Carl. Your cringe, stale comments no longer phased the young Grimes.

"never become a stand up comedian," Carl laughed out, taking a few steps towards you and reaching for your wrapped stump.

His callused fingers caressed the bruising skin and his crystal eyes which were almost as blue as Walter's meth screamed I'm sorry.

"You know, it's getting kinda late. We should head to bed. Think we're leaving in the morn," You whispered out, looking down at the blood stained boots Carl always sported before you cautiously wrapped an arm around his waist.

It was almost like everything was back to normal.

Almost.