❝tragic backstories and using the word "dude" romantically, that pretty much summed up carl grimes and elle coleman❞
[carl grimes x oc]
[seasons 3-11]
[not completed]
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It was funny that Carl was the one everyone was worried about because Carl was not the teenager in trouble. No, Negan hadn't made Rick cut off his arm. His intention was only to scare Rick. So Carl wasn't in trouble. But Elle should've known she was as soon as she laid eyes on her mother.
Negan was on the verge of leaving with his men and Daryl as a prisoner when Elle's mother approached the man in charge. Fear flooded through Elle's entire body. She was no longer holding the bat but she did still have Carl's flannel and was clutching it as close to her chest as possible.
Carl picked up on what was happening as well, trying to get Elle's attention. He could tell she was on the verge of a panic attack, but it had always been either Abraham or Glenn who had helped her get over them, so he didn't know what to do. He was going to stand up and move to be by her side, but Negan's voice was faster than he was.
"Carrot Top's your kid?! Holy fuck! What a fucking coincidence!" he said, absolutely delighted by the news. "Of course, she can come along. Fellas, loud her up."
Elle was screaming before any of the Saviors even touched her. She couldn't go with them. She couldn't be with her mother. She was terrified of what the woman would do to her. She cried out for Carl to help her, but he was being held back by his dad. Tommy jumped up to try and help her but he was grabbed by Michonne. They all wanted to help Elle, to save her from her mother and the Saviors, but they couldn't. The adults knew that if they tried to help Elle they would all end up dead. They couldn't save her if they were dead.
"Let go of me! I need to help her! She can't go with them! Let me go!" Carl continued to cry after Elle was loaded into a truck. He yelled long after the Saviors drove away and were out of sight. He didn't stop until his voice gave out and he resorted to throwing punches and kicks at the ground. The group let him be as they loaded Glenn and Abraham's bodies into the back of a truck the Saviors left for them. Tommy was the only other one who didn't help. His tears had only increased since Elle was taken.
Carl's hands were bloody by the time he calmed down. He felt like Elle. That was her thing, punching things to release her anger. But she wasn't angry when she was taken, no, she was completely terrified. She was rarely ever that scared. It caused Carl physical pain to see her like that.
"Carl..."
The boy looked up to see Tommy standing next to him, his face more puffy and red than anyone else's. His bottom lip was jutted out, trembling after all the events that had taken place.
"Are they going to kill Elle too?"
The only response Carl had was wrapping the small boy in his arms, the two of them crying into each other's shoulders. They might not have had to load Elle's body into the back of a truck, but it felt like they had lost her. They didn't know where she was going. They didn't know what was going to happen to her. The only thing they knew for certain was that she was in danger.
