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Ricky Renuncia!!!

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Warning: Feels, if my writing wasn’t shit lol, Couple of swear words

Summary: Y/N sacrifices herself back for Carl and Rick back at the prison when the Governer attacks, but what happens after?

A/N: So this is not Marvel related, so I wasn’t going to post this at first. But I thought, why not? It’s tumblr.

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“Carl, we have to go.” Rick cried out with tears brimming from his eyes, desperately tugging on Carl’s shirt.

Once the Governer and his people started firing at the prison that used to be a sanctuary for your group, everything went wrong. So wrong.

People were desperately fighting back and others were searching for their loved ones mindlessly in the midst of a war. Almost everything was on fire, and your group had no choice but to make a run for it. The group was outgunned, and there was only a chance of survival by escaping.

You managed to find your way to Carl and Rick, but soon caught sight of the amount of walkers flooding in through the broken fence. The three of you held your weapons high, trying to fight through the herd. But there were one too many walkers, and there was no way out.

You looked around you to desperately look for a way out, and one solution popped up inside your head. Of course. That would work. And you’d get to save the love of your life, along with the group’s most important asset, Rick.

Without thinking throughly, you started running towards the other side of the yard, yelling and clanging your dagger against the fence. Rick seemed to be dumbfounded by what you were doing, but Carl figured it out immediately.

“Y/N, No-“

Walkers, as dumb as they were, turned their attention to you, tripping over their feet trying to get to you. As the herd were drawn to you, it made space for Rick and Carl to make a run towards the other side. But Carl, the boy you’d come to fall in love with during your time in the apocalypse, refused to let you sacrifice yourself and went after you.

“Carl, we have to go.” Rick cried out with tears brimming from his eyes, desperately tugging on Carl’s shirt.

“Carl, go. Please! I love you.” You yelled whilst being muffled by the walkers catching up to you now, tears pricking your eyes, watching him squirm to get out of his father’s grip.

“No! Dad, we have to go back.” He choked out, his hands grabbing away at thin air in his tired attempt to rescue you.

“She made her decision. We have to go now.” This was hard for Rick too, he’s watched you at Carl’s bedside when he got shot by Otis. How you always seemed to be the only one who could calm Carl down. How you were there for him about Lori when Rick was going too slightly mental to take care of his son.

-

That was decades ago.

Now, Carl had a place he could call home in Alexandria, but what he often thought about was how much you would have loved it here.

Apart from his father starting to go ballistic on Jessie’s husband, things were going pretty well. He started getting used to the kids here, Ron, Sam... Enid. There was something there between them, he could tell. But it wasn’t as if he had forgotten about you. In fact, you were quite clearly there.

You were there. Like father like son, he started seeing you in places around Alexandria. Sitting on top of the wall, staring down at him with your angelic smile. Was it his unconscious guilt? Were you haunting him?

Sometimes you were in his room when he woke up, going through his comics on the floor. But if he looked away and back to where you were, you’d be gone.

He tried to talk to you once. Sitting on the fence of the porch, flashing the ring he’d given you in the sunlight. A promise ring.

“Y/N, why are you doing this?” He took a step closer to you, his eyes never leaving your figure. You looked so real. So close. Right there, smiling at the silver ring.

You turned to him, your smile never leaving your face. “It’s okay, Carl.” You spoke, leaving him speechless. His voice got caught in his throat as he heard your voice again. Your assuring soft voice brought tears to Carl’s eyes, causing him to break down in front of you.

“Please say something again. I’m sorry I left you. Please.” He reached his hand out to you, when he was interrupted by someone.

“Carl?” Enid stood at the porch steps confused, watching Carl talk to... air?

Carl turned his head, and instantly regretted it. He quickly turned his head back and you’ve already disappeared into thin air.

“Goddammit, I don’t know when she’s coming back!” Carl fumed at Enid, who seemed to be more confused than offended. But before she could say anything, Carl stormed off into his house, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

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“What is this place?” You scanned the steel gates that was reinforced pretty well, turning back to the man who called himself Aaron.

“I told you. It’s a community. There was a group that came in around a week ago, so you’re not the only newcomer. You’ll do great here.” The chirpy man replied happily. He found you in your cabin earlier today, telling you about this... community.

After the war with the governer, you barely made it out alive, and you wouldn’t have been if it weren’t for the hole in the fence caused by the governer’s tank. You couldn’t find your way back to your group, and you did make your way to Terminus for a while, but after finding a sign that read ‘no sanctuary’, you fell back and went back to the old ways. Scavenging, killing walkers here and there, and trying to survive.

“And I never got to ask how you managed to stay alive out here. You only seem around... 15?” The man questioned innocently, to which you replied with a stern; “14.”

“Great. Well, now I’m gonna take you to Deanna, who’ll interview you for a second. But that’s it. No funny business.” Aaron smiled reassuringly, stepping outside the car to signal the gate keeper.

-

“So, Y/N, was it?” You were brought into a house. An actual house. With clean furniture. You were instructed to sit on the chair, so you sat on the armrest. Obviously.

“Nope.” You replied nonchalantly, feeling the soft fabric of the couch. How long has it been since you’ve seen a couch?

“I’m serious here, Y/N. Do you want to be here?” The woman sounded calm despite your somewhat uncooperative behavior.

“Let’s say... I’m undecided.” Your voice laced with coldness, your hands mindlessly caressing your arrows.

“That’s quite a weapon you’ve got there. A bow and an arrow.” She gestured to your weapon your father gave you when you said you wanted to be like hawkeye. You were 5, at the time.

“Guns are too noisy, y’know?” You smirked at the camera, why did she want to record you, anyways?

“What did you do before all this?” She shot you with another question, which you had a good answer to.

“Middle school student. Occasionally taught archery to some local kids.” She seemed surprised to hear that you were a normal student before all of this.

“Do you have any questions about this place?”

“What’s the wifi password?”

You heard her sigh.

“Cause I mean come on I still have my phone and-“

-

“So I should show you to your home now, it’s one of the smaller ones, because we had a big group join us earlier this month. But I think you’ll manage just fine.” Deanna brought you to your house. Your house. It looked classy, with white walls that had not even a splash of walker blood on it, and a dark grey roof that didn’t have any holes in it.

“I guess I should thank you. Maybe. Just a little.” You looked up at the house that stood tall in front of you, feeling a little overwhelmed.

“I’ll take it. Enjoy your home.” And with that, Deanna went off to do whatever she did in here.

It was still unbelievable to you that there were people who didn’t know what it was like to survive out there. No one here has starved for days, or felt the panic when a walker was closing in on them, or got bombed by a pathetic pirate and got cruelly separated from their family.

Stepping inside your provided home, you hoped that Carl would be in somewhere like this. Safe. You looked at the ring that fit perfectly on your finger, smiling weakly at yourself from the memories.

Snapping yourself out of your train of thoughts, you looked around if you could find a river to gather some water, before realizing... there’s a tap.

You rushed to the kitchen sink, and turned on the sink with a doubtful look. Water rushed out of the tap, your eyes growing wide. No fucking way.

-

What you didn’t know, was that Carl himself was watching from the other side of the road, as a girl with a bow and arrows flung over her shoulder went and walked inside a new house.

With his curiousity leading him, he stalked over to your house and sneakily looked into the kitchen window to see the said girl turning her back to him, staring intensely at the flowing water from the tap. He lightly chuckled to himself at her behavior, watching you for a while before you suddenly started running up the stairs.

You reminded him of someone.

-

We’re hosting a welcome party for you, she said. It’ll be fun, she said. But you just couldn’t. You stood outside her house, showered and clean, wearing a black simple dress. It felt so wrong. Even though they took your guns, you kept your dagger in your thigh holster just in case. You stood outside contemplating your decision until Deanna herself came out and saw you pacing around.

“Well, come on in, Y/N. There are kids your age, too.” You pushed aside all your negative thoughts and took a deep breath. If you were planning on staying here for at least a while, you had to make some allies.

You stepped inside a house full of laughter and chatting, people talking nonsense about kitchenware and food. You felt very out of place.

You scanned around the room and saw someone who looked like... Michonne? No, it couldn’t be. Could it? The figure slipped out of your sight before you could comprehend. But Deanna did say... a new group? Could it be?

Your heart suddenly picked up its pace as you thought about the possibility. You didn’t think they could possibly be in Washington D.C. Why would they? But it’s not impossible...

“Hey, you’re the newcomer, right?” As you were having your mini panick attack, a hand was placed on your shoulder.

You quickly turned around to see a boy with brown hair, wearing a red beanie and a cocky smile.

“I’m Ron. There’s more people around our age, like Enid, and Carl...” You felt ringing in your ears. The boy clearly stated that there was someone called Carl in here. He kept on talking, but none of it reached your ears.

“Carl?” You looked up at Ron, your voice coming out a little weaker than you liked it to be. He seemed a little dumbstruck by your sudden interruption when he was telling you how gorgeous you looked.

“Yeah. You wanna see him?” Ron looked a little jealous by your reaction to the name Carl, but he managed to brush it off.

“Y/N?” You heard a voice from behind you. You swore you could cry, right there. You would recognize his voice from anywhere. Your arms fell limp beside you, and you brought yourself to slowly turn around.

Carl. He was there, alive. Safe. Right there in front of you, a single tear falling from his clear blue eyes. With his signature sheriff hat sitting on his head crooked. You didn’t realize you were crying, or that there were other people in the room. All you could see was him, right there.

And he saw you clearly. He thought that it was one of your ghosts again, but you were much more clearer and visible. You both stood a few feet away from each other in silence, staring each other down for what seemed like hours.

But in reality, it only took you a few seconds before you started sprinting into his arms. Rick, Michonne, Maggie, Glenn, and everyone else all gathered and watched the quite heartfelt scene play out, but you couldn’t see them. All you could see, hear or feel was Carl. His heartbeat steady against your own, his warmth embracing you for the first time in so long. You thought you’d lost him forever.

Carl held you with tears fully bursting now, clutching onto your brushed hair as if his life depended on it. He briefly separated the two of you before gently pressing his lips against yours, wishing that this moment never stops.

And when you two had finally separated, there was a good amount of hugs and questions given by your team, your family, making this night a very cliché, but the most amazing reunion that an apocalypse could ever bring.

Bonus:

“What just happened?”