The Walking Dead imagine's

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I thought this world be a good idea for a imagine of Carl protecting you:)

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•Carl's POV•

"Shit." I say quietly. I run to my house and up to Y/n's room. "Y/n, I forgot to tell you we have a meeting with everyone today." I say sitting on her bed. "Alright. What is is about?" She asks. "A plan, We can't live in the prison any longer. Walkers are getting in, the fences are bent, and we're running out of food." I look out the window and point at the bent fence. "Oh ok! Yeah I was gonna say something early to Rick but I decided not to. This place isn't safe anymore." She says looking out the window with me. I look over at her and give her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you in 15?" I ask already out the door. "You'll see me in 15!" She says.

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I sit with Ron on a couch waiting for Y/n. "Is Y/n coming?" Ron asks. "Yeah." I say. I look over at the status and see her walking down, once she sees me she waves and runs over to the couch. Her run is so cute. "Hey Y/n!" Ron says. She waves to him. My dad starts to speak, "As you all might know, the prison isn't a safe place anymore. Which means we will be messing to move spots." My dad says. "I'll be right back." I tell Y/n.

•Y/n's POV•

While waiting for Carl it get back Ron moves closer. Every time he moves closer I move away, I couldn't move far enough because I then hit the bed of the couch. Ron puts him arm around my shoulder, "So. Gonna miss being her?" He asks me. I don't reply. Ron starts to rub my arm up and down. "Stop." I say pushing his arm off of me, I look over to Carl and he's watching us from a distance. He can hear us. Ron then puts his arm around my back, puts his hand on my thigh and rubs my thigh with his thumb. "Get away from me. Now." I determined. He doesn't listen. Carl then walks over, "I think she said to get the fuck away from her. Bye!" Carl grabs the collar of Ron's shirt and pushes him the the other couch. "Thank you." I say laying my heads on his shoulder. "No problem princess." He kissed me in my forehead.

WHY. DON'T. I. HAVE. A. CARL. GRIMES