Chandler Riggs / Carl Grimes Imagines

Angel

I sat, my back against the wall, in my arms a pure heart. A pure soul. Clear consensus. A baby. The purest thing in this world. Judith. The sweetest baby in the world. The sister of my love, carl grimes. Okay, maybe not love. Maybe a crush. It's not fair. I think he likes someone else. No, he probably just doesn't like me that way. There is no one to like beside me and beth, and beth is like 7 years older than us so. I really just can't stop thinking about him. I've written poems, such as

Those blue eyes
Are like the stars in my skies.

I've also written songs about him. I can't get Judith to sleep, so I walk to her room and started to rock her. i sing my favorite song, impossible by shontelle. She finally gets to sleep, so I lay her down. I go to my room and get out my diary. I'm writing tons of poems about carl, so it's very personal.
He is different. Not in a bad way, but a good way.

He is the one who can lighten up your day,
Like stars light up the night sky.

Not all poems have to rhyme, you know. I am obsessed with skies and carl, so usually I put them together. I hate reading poetry, but love writing it. Chase walks in. I have different diaries, and he pulls out of my hands my poem one. "Who is this blue eyed beauty?" "No one. Just a fantasy" I say, smiling, but yet a tear coming down my face. "Oh. Well, one day I'd like to meet him" said chase. "You have" i mumbled. "What?" "I didn't say anything" I get up, close the book and chase walks out. I hide my book. I walk to the showers. I go to the one closest to the wall the furthest from the door. I curl up in a ball, fiddling with my thumbs. I take out my knife. I pull up my sleeve, and get my knife ready. "Stop!" Yells someone. "I need to show you something! Now! Come on!" Chase pulls me up, me leaving my knife on the floor. There was Carl and Patrick, looking at my poetry diary. "His face shines bright enough to make a dark day light." Carl read aloud. Chase and Patrick ran of. "Who is this person, this he?" "Uh," "I've not yet met uh" he said. "That is very personal" I say. "I haven't met him either" said carl. "Please stop" "who is he?" "Stop!" I yell. "Maybe one day I'll confess, and let him do the rest" carl read. "Stop!" I yelled, using my deep scary voice. I walked up to carl and smacked him on the cheek. I walked backwards, covering my mouth with my hands. I bumped Into the wall. "I'm so sorry," is all I got out before I ran, I ran to the showers. I picked up my knife and dug it in deep into my wrist. "Stop! Madeline! Your killing yourself!" He yells at me. I don't stop. I dig it deeper. "Madeline!" He yells. Everything gets really blurry. I seen another few figures looking down at me. Someone picks me up, picking me up bridal style, and running me somewhere. My knife drops, and everything is black. "HELP!" "HELP!" Yells someone. Suddenly, I feel a sharp pain in my wrist. I try to scream, but nothing will come out. Finally, releasing my pain, I pass out.
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I wake up, being able to hear, but that's it.
I hear someone talking and holding my hand. "Madeline, I don't know if your listening, heck. I don't know if your even alive. You have to let me know your okay. They're talking about putting a bullet in your brain, please, just a sign. Just a squeeze of your hand. Anything." Says the voice. "I'm here! Carl I'm here!" I try to say. I can't get anything out. I try to move with all my strength. Nothing. "I SEEN HER MOVE! NO DAD!" Yells carl. I feel metal against my head. "IM HERE!" I yell, eyes opening. Carl hugs me tight. "I thought you were gone" he said. "Aren't you mad?" "I was wrong about looking through your stuff. I hear you think this "he" is incredibly hot?" He asks. "Especially his courage?" Carl adds. "Yes. But he will never like me back." "He doesn't deserve you" he said. "You don't deserve me?" "Wait, I'm he? Forget everything I ever said" "okay," I smile. He kisses me. This was seriously shocking to me, because, there is no way in heck that carl grimes just kissed me. "Wait. Tough, Macho Grimes Just kissed a weakling like me?" I ask. "He happens to be deeply in love with this so called "weakling", to be honest." He said, adding "because she is like an angel" I put my head in my hand. "Uh, carl, your dad wants you" said Patrick. "Kay" carl left. "Hey," "hey" chase came in. "Hey girl!" He says. "Hey chase" I say.
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About an hour carl comes back. "Aren't I the best pick pocket?" He plays with my knife in his hand. "Give it back!" I yell. "Okay. Might wanna take a look at it though." He hands it to me.

"Even stars have to have their darkest moments to shine" one side it said this. On the other, wings like daryl's except there was a halo above it. I smile at his carvings. "I love it babe" "babe? Since when?" "oh.." I trail of. "No, I like it. Yours will be...angel... or my girlfriend?" He says. "Both" I smile at him.