The Walking Dead imagine's

1 eye

•Carl's POV•

Zombie moans surround, heavy breathing, and sweating. I was holding onto Y/n's hand like it's the last time together, well it might be. We were walking through a huge group of zombies to get back to the gates. If Y/n didn't make this plan we'd probably be dead. "Carl, I'm scared." Y/n whispers. I hold onto her hand tightly to give her some comfort.

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Sam stops out of no where. I look back to see his eyes filled with tears and him mom (Jessie) is trying to push him to keep going. "Sam, come on." Jessie says quietly. Sam starts to cry out loud, balling his eyes, on the ground kicking the sand. "SAM." Jessie yells. Walkers start to look at us... they start coming at us!

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We're a few feet away from them and then we all hear Sam scream "MOM!" We all run back, still in a zombie position. We get to them and we see Sam on the floor getting eaten by walkers, Jessie is standing there holding onto Sams hand balling her eyes out, she then get bitten. Ron is just standing there. "What are you doing? Come on." Y/n says. "There gone so I mind as well go to." He says, his eyes start to fill with tears. "No! Let's go." She says. "Carl should be the one dead. He can't protect any of us. He took my crush for himself." Ron then points a gun at me. "Ron, stop." My dad says. Ron refuses to listen to any of us. Michonne then stabs Ron in the back but Ron had already pulled the trigger. I was fine, I looked down and seen Y/n on the floor... with one eye.