fight for me
carl grimes x fem!dixon!reader
summary : carl and ron get into a fight, and you’re stuck being the one to scold carl
takes place during : somewhere between s5 and s6
warnings : mentions of fighting
word count : 637
you stood across from carl, staring down at him as he sat on his bed, eyes trained on his bloodied knuckles.
“what were you thinking?” you asked, sighing.
“he was bad mouthing you.” carl grumbled, keeping his face pointed down towards his hands as he fidgeted with them.
“and?”
“and when i told him to stop, he pushed me.”
“so you punched him?”
“yeah. he wouldn’t shut up.”
“i don’t need you fighting for me carl - hell i don’t want you fighting for me!”
“you don’t know the shit he was saying about you! he was talking as if you weren’t a human being with feelings!”
“i wasn’t there carl, it doesn’t matter what he said about me. frankly, i don’t care what he said. words don’t hurt the same was a fucking punch does.”
“i care what he says, don’t you get that? what he said annoyed me.”
you huffed, trying not to let your anger take ahold of you. of course carl would attack anyone who hurt you physically or verbally, that’s just who he was. you knew that.
“ok.. i’m sorry. but hey, i don’t want you going out and getting in trouble all for me - cause now i feel bad for causing all this. plus, you know i can handle someone shit talking me.” you sighed, sitting down next to the teen boy on his bed.
finally, carl raised his eyes to meet yours and smiled slightly. “you remember what you told me the first time we met?” he asked, chuckling softly to himself.
“no…? should i? it was a crazy time you know - i mean… i had just lost my mom and somehow gained my dad? what’d i say?” you asked, confusing lacing your voice and you tried to recall the memory.
you could remember just about everything when it came to meeting carl - the blaring traffic horns, the traffic that never seemed to end, crying babies, your father and uncle shouting at each other as you cupped your ears with your hands whilst hiding in the backseat. you could recall looking out the window and seeing carl with his mother and shane standing across from carol and sophia, talking about something random. carl had spotted you too, and smiled. at the time you couldn’t quite place the feeling that smile gave you, but now you know it was a feeling of safety.
“you asked me that if it ever got bad, if i would fight for you. and i told you yes, with everything i had.”
now you could remember it, you could remember it as if it was yesterday. your father was shouting at shane for pulling a gun on merle (who was trying to start something with t-dog because apparently t-dog gave him a weird look), and a fight had broke out. it was still early on in the apocalypse, maybe the second or third week. you hadn’t spoken to carl much, he was mourning his dad and you were mourning your mom. but somehow, he ended up in front of you, arm out in front of you in some attempt to keep you safe. afterwards, when your dad and shane had stopped fighting, you and carl sat next to each other for a bit and began to finally talk.
“i almost forgot about that… everything was almost normal back then. more normal than it is now. back when we had them, it was normal, wasn’t it?”
“had who?”
“jacqui, andrea, amy, t-dog… merle.”
“i don’t think it’ll ever be normal again.”
“which is exactly why you shouldn’t go starting shit and ruin things more!” you scolded, slighting hitting carl on the shoulder.
carl laughed, rolling his eyes.
“but, i do think it’s cute.” you added.
“what’s cute?”
“how you want to fight for me.”
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