Chandler Riggs / Carl Grimes Imagines

Fourteen

There is this house. I looked inside the window, and there was tons of water in there. Then, I see a boy my age. He doesn't see me though. He is crying. Perfect attack time. I feel bad for the kid, though. I'm at the back, knife hidden in my boot, gun in its holster, a knife on my waist, so I'm covered with hidden weapons if things with the boy goes south. You can't trust anyone these days. I sneak in. He turns around, puffy faced. "I need you to leave" I say. "I was here first" he says. "But I haven't ate in weeks" "but I haven't had a shelter in weeks." "But I haven't even had water for a few days" "then come on, we'll have a picnic if you and I both put all our weapons on the ground" he said, sitting a knife and fun on the ground. I take out all of my weapons, except my knife in my boot. "I see that knife" he says. I take it out and sigh. "Okay. Here. For your trust," he pulls out a candy bar. "Thanks" I say. "But i never said I trusted you" "but you put your weapons down." "Not all of them" I take one out of my waist, then sit it down. "Wow." Is all he says, then he sits down. "Why are you giving me a candy bar if you don't have any food?" "I have a can of peaches" he pulls out a can. "But this is a candy bar" "yeah. A nice woman gave it to me."
(Michonne)
His eyes tear up. "I'm sorry. who was she to you?" "A second mother, sorta" I show sympathy. "I'm sorry. Do you wanna keep it?" "No." He says. "Listen, I'm sorry, but your starting to act like an a••" "yeah. Your right. Sorry. It's just, I miss them" "your group?" "Yeah. My dad and My newborn sister." "I'm so so sorry. I'm sure she's alright in his care. What's your name?" " carl. I hope so" he looks around. "No. Way." He says. "What?!" I ask. He gets up on a stool and finds pudding. "No way" I say, finishing half of the candy bar. "Yup" he said. We share the pudding. I offer the second half of the candy to him, but he refuses and says I need it more. "Carl, who's this?" I hear a voice. The girl is behind me. "Oh, hey! This is..." he doesn't know my name. "Alylah" (a lie la) I say, turning to see a recognizable face, even after five years of being separated. I run and hug her. Behind her is a guy with a baby in arms. "Dad! Judith!" He hugs them. "Hey michonne-" he sees me hugging my mom. "She's, your, wow. I knew you were special" he says. "Special?" Asked michonne and dad. "I gave her that candy bar cause I knew she would be special" my face gets hot. "Ooh!" Mom does that thing when something romantic or whatever happens, where you go low then go really high. the boy comes up and kisses my cheek. I look at him, shocked. The adults went on a run, leaving the sleeping Judith here with carl and I. "Carl" "hm?" "Did you really mean what you said?" "No. I was just making a show for the adults." He says. "Oh" I look down. He comes over and kneels in front of my face. "Of course I meant what I said." He kisses me, then Judith starts to cry. He rocks Judith. I get in my bag. "Nice" he says. I turn around. "What?" "I like that view" he says. i look out the window. "Of your waist" "carl shut up!" I say. "Just saying!" He smiles "ha. Ha." I say. I continue to look through my bag that my mom brought me from the run. They're back, but they're sleeping. I grab my book and start to read. He smacks my book away and starts to kiss me. "Carl! We're only fourteen!" I yell in a hushed tone.