Scars - Carl x Reader
Well, this is longer than I intended…oops. When I pasted it in the indenting got messed up, sorry.
Summary: Carl struggles after he loses his eye and the reader makes him see (pun intended😉) that he is still the same person she and the others love.
Characters: Reader, Rick Grimes & Carl Grimes
POV: Third Person
Warnings: Strong language, talk of sexual actions & mild violence.
The morning sky was ironically bright blue and inviting. The warm rays of the sun beating down on the wrinkled sheets from outside the window. Intertwined and fast asleep the residents looked blissfully at peace. Neither one showed a sign of distress on their face, but a thick layer of gauze on the boys head. As the birds outside the house sang out a sweet tune a man walked in the room. Gentling shaking the girl awake he gave a raspy whisper,
“It’s time to change the bandage. We don’t want his wound to get infected.” The girl nodded, sitting up and rubbing her hand down the ride of her face. Tears began to well in her eyes and she sighed, looking down at the boy, whispering,
“He wouldn’t even look at me.” The man put a hand on her shoulder,
“I know, but he’s strong. He will fight this. I know it.” The girl began to weep violently, but without a sound. Shaking her head side to side she looked up at the man,
“B-but h-h-he didn’t deserve thi-is. This isn’t th-the w-ay it’s supposed t-to be.” Her chest heaved another gut wrenching cry. The man sat beside her and once again comforted her,
“Y/N, he’s gonna be just fine, don’t worry. We just need to make things as easy as possible until he gets used to it.” His voice began to quaver and at that point he could barely hold back the tears, “Just give him a-all the l-ove he deserves.” The girl nodded and wiping her tears and the man stood up. “I’m going t-to find his f-favorite comics for when he wakes u-up.” Before the man closed the door to the room the girl spoke quietly,
“He deserves the whole world and all we have for him is a comic book and a missing eye.” Upon that the man felt a hot, wet tear drip down his face and a hard pang in his heart. He closed the door to the room and walked off to find his sons collection of comics, leaving the girl to wake up the broken boy.
Back in the room the girl gripped her wrist, holding it closed to her body, looking down at the rug with glazy eyes. She was so worried about the boy that she could hardly breathe. He was still lying still, the trauma of his pain keeping his body in a constant state of healing. He was laying on his side, facing the light coming through the window with his wisps of his hair all over his face and the pillow. The girl got up, walked around the bed and kneeled in front of his face. She smiled at the peaceful look of innocence and beauty his features held. Remembering all the fun times they had together. Days they’d sneak off into the woods and just hold each other, listening to the sweet soundtrack of the rustling trees. Laughing and singing with everyone, forgetting for one moment the kind of world they lived in. Staring up at the midnight sky and creating a story for each of their loved ones as a constellation. She felt tears well in her eyes once again and she reached up to cup his face, rubbing her thumb in a soothing circular motion on his cheekbone. Reaching up as more tears fell she kissed the tip of his nose lightly and then moved her lips down to his, encapturing them for just a second. Pulling away she grieved at the stillness of his lips against her own. The man walked back in the room holding a medical supply kit and thin comic book in hand. He saw the girl and gave her a hard look,
“Y/N. Y/N, it’s time to wake him up. He’s not gonna like it, but it’s what he needs.” The girl plastered a melancholy smile on her face and tapped the boy on the shoulder. She rubbed his back whispering,
“Wake up, we need to change your bandage. Please, it will get infected.” The girl continued to shake him and the man walked over to place the supplies on the table right of the bed. With a groan the boy opened his eye lazily.
“Hey.” The girl whispered with a sweet smile. The boy turned away with a hard look his face and quickly swung his legs up over the side of the bed. The man spoke clearly,
“Carl, it’s time to change–”
“I know.” He was cut off by his son whom was already storming into the bathroom with the supplies in hand. With a slam of the door the girl jumped and immediately ran over, but was stopped by the man,
“Look, just let him do it himself. He needs time, it’s only been a few days. We need to let him settle down.” The girl was taken aback by his defeated look. In all the time she knew this man he had never once looked this beat down and depressed.
“But, what if he needs help. What if he does it wrong and it gets infected.” She looked at him with a sickening face of fear and devastation. “We don’t have the supplies for that. Carl would die.” Seeing the terror in her eyes he reached out and grabbed her by the shoulders,
“It’s gonna be okay. He just doesn’t want anyone to see it so when he goes to sleep I’ll come in here and check it. He’s just too goddamn stubborn to ask for help and too stupid to realize that his father could never look at him like a monster. Everyday will get better though, he’ll come around.” He exhumed with a comforting twang in his southern accent. The girl relaxed a bit and she went over to make the bed.
“Why don’t you stay here until he gets out and call me when he does, okay? I’m going to go check on everyone at the wall. There is a herd up the road so they’re watching for stragglers.” The man said heading towards the door.
“Okay, I’ll tell him you wanted to see him.” She said.
“Please don’t. I don’t want to push him too much.” She nodded and gave him a sad smile,
“Bye, Rick.” The man left the room.
Impatient, the girl tipped-toed up to the door, cracking it open about an inch, just to see in. There he was, angrily gripping the countertop, glaring at himself like he was the most disgusting creature to ever walk the earth. He picked up the supply kit and chucked it into the wall, making the girl jump in surprise. He punched the wall and just when the girl thought he was going to put a hole in it he slumped into the wall and sobbed. At that, the girl couldn’t control herself and rushed in to comfort him, not bearing to see the boy she loved in such intense agony. He turned around to see her and covered his face,
“Get away, don’t look at me!” Distraught she stood her ground,
“Get the fuck out. Now, before you see my face.”
“Why? Carl, give me one good reason why I shouldn’t see my boyfriend.”
“Because I look like a fucking beast. I look like one of those fucking monsters out there.” He screamed, pointing outside. She gave him an angry look.
“You do not look like beast. You are the most han–” He quickly cut her off.
“Y/N, I’m fucking missing half of my fucking face. No one in their right mind wants to be with a guy who’s missing half of his fucking face and you know that. So you can cut this bull-shit right now and walk out that door right now because I don’t want your fucking pity. I don’t need you to sit around acting like you care, like you want to be around because I know you don’t. And you know what, it’s okay because you don’t deserve to have to look at me every day of your life. You deserve a boyfriend who can actually protect you, one who can fucking see out of his god-damn fucking face.” She could now feel tears streaming down her face and she reached out to turn him towards her and push his hands away from his face.
“Baby, stop. Stop talking like that. Please, you’re killing me–” He screamed,
“Then fucking get out!” She snapped,
“WOULD YOU JUST STOP! Stop talking about yourself that way, please. I love you. I don’t care if you have twenty eyes or one. I fell in love with the way you’re so protective over your sister, the way you’re always putting everyone else before yourself. I fell in love with your bravery and perseverance, your respectful nature. I fell in love with your sweet smile, your laugh when I do something stupid, the way my name rolls beautifully off your lips. I fell in love with the way you love your family and the sacrifices you have made for them. When we first met I fell in love with you. With the strong guy who loves his family unconditionally and is willing to do anything for them. Now if you can explain to me how losing your eye affects all of that I will gladly leave, but since you can’t I’m staying here. I know you think that this will make me hate you, but if anything it makes me love you more, because now I know how truly strong you are to have suffered through all of this. And I know you think you have to protect me, but I’m okay, we both are. We’re alive and I love you. I did before the accident, I do now and I always will, forever. I’m not going away that easy, I guess you could say I’m like a nasty scar. I will always be here, just like this one.” She pointed to his wound. The boy was shocked and once again slumped against the wall in defeat.
“You don’t mean that. I know–” He was interrupted by her as she walked over and kneeled between his two legs.
“Carl, I don’t know what to say anymore, except that I’m not giving up on us because of this. I love you too much to let you go. If not for you, for me. Please. Just let me love you.” She started to tear up again and upon seeing her so distraught he removed his hands from his face and put them on her own. With this she looked up at his face.
“Now you know why I didn’t want you to see. It’s hideous and it’s ruined me forever.” She stroked his cheek and placed a kiss just below the wound on his cheek.
“It’s beautiful, just like you. It’s a representation of who you are. Your strength, your intelligence, your sacrifice, your love. It’s part of you, so I love it. I love you.” Upon seeing the irrevocable, passionate love in her eyes, he finally believed her words.
“I love you, too. You mean so much to me. I-If you left me I wouldn’t be able to do it anymore. I wouldn’t be able to wake up in the morning and walk the earth without you. You are one of the only beautiful things about this world and I don’t know who I would be today without you. Y/N I’m the single luckiest guy alive to have met the most amazing, gorgeous girl on the planet. I’m so lucky to be in love with you.” She blinked tears out of her eyes and gave him a pure, loving smile. He laughed and returned it kissing her gently, trying to keep his open wound from touching anything.
“You know. You will always be the hottest guy I know. You might even be sexier now. She said biting her lip. He smirked,
“And why is that?”
“Because I read that when people lose their vision their nervous system becomes more sensitive. So, that means more touching to find things and explore new surroundings.” She looked at him up through her long eyelashes,
“And I have a few places I’d like you to touch.” He chuckled.
“Is that so?” She licked her bottom lip,
“Mmhmm.” He smirked again,
“Well, why don’t we do some exploring right now?” The two stood up, kissing feverishly they started towards the door, when he remembered that he still hadn’t put on the new bandage.
“Wait. I need a new bandage.” She pulled away from and reached down by his feet to pick up the medical supply kit that had ricocheted off the wall. As she brushed up against him he made a groaning sound.
“Let’s just make this fast because you rubbing up against me isn’t my favorite thing without follow up.” She giggled and reached up to kiss him one more time before cleaning the wound and wrapping the bandage around his head.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too. Forever and always.” The girl giggled,
“You are so cheesy.”
“So are you, Y/N.” He responded. The girl gave him a bright smile,
“I guess we both are.” They clutched each other, enjoying the loving embrace until the girl pulled back,
“Oh yeah, your dad brought you ‘Super Man vs. The Amazing Spider Man if you want to read it.” He chuckled,
“Nah, I’ve read it thousands of times. I rather be with you.“
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