Carl Grimes Imagines

"Shit"

Author #6

Hey Ya'll, this is the first part of a story I started writing but didn't commit to, hehe, anyway so I turned it into a one shot, not the best because it was supposed to be a story with more to it but I thought that I should at least post something for now

category:  fluff? (it's not really anything)

I was running from a herd of about 30 Biters following me. Awesome right? I only had my knife, because my gun had no ammo. I had been running for what felt like hours. My legs ached, my lungs burned, and I could barely breathe. I wanted to rest so bad but couldn't risk it as the groans grew closer and closer. Just then I came out of the woods to face 3 stores aligned next to each other. There were cars outside and they looked new but I didn't question it. I ran into the store directly in front of me, I shut the door and quickly grabbed a rope from the side pocket of my backpack and tied the door handle to a shelf nearby.

I turned around putting my hands on my knees with my head down and hair over my face catching my breath. When I looked up a group of 7 was looking at me with their weapons raised.

I awkwardly chuckled.

Y/N: "Sorry... I uh, I mean no trouble. I can find another store," I said nervously and turned around to quickly untie the knot on the door. The banging and scratching of biters suddenly hit the door. I was cornered.

Y/N: "Shit" I mumbled turning back around. I was going to grab my knife just in case but I was outnumbered and decided against it. I put my hands up.

Y/N: "This is awkward. Uh I'll just leave when they clear out..." I gave them an awkward half smile in an attempt to ease the tension. They just looked at me, studying me, so I decided to do the same.

There was a man with shaggy uneven brown hair holding a crossbow, next to him an older lady with short grey hair holding up a knife with a knuckle handle, then next to her was a black woman with a katana in hand pointed right at me, next to her was a boy who looked around my age wearing a sheriff's hat as his blue eyes pierced into mine, next to him was a man with a slight beard, he held a revolver, next to him was a young woman with short brown hair holding a gun, lastly was a Korean man holding a gun as well.

Y/N: "Um your two's guns are empty." I stated awkwardly after a long period of silence. I pointed at the man with the revolver and the Korean guy.

?: "Excuse me?" he asked sternly but slightly confused.

Y/N: "By the way you're holding it I can tell" I pointed at him. Oh god why did I say that.. "You both are holding your hand up and straight, but you two.." I pointed to the boy and young woman "Your wrists are slightly tilting down meaning there's more weight. Or your just weak" I jokingly shrugged.

They all look at me confused. The boy looked up at the man with the revolver whom I assumed was his father.

?: "How did you know that??"

Y/N: "I don't know, observation I guess. Kind of all I've had for a while. Now a days lots of guns are pointed at you."

The man looked kind of guilty but kept his gun raised.

Y/N: "I don't have any ammo... Nowhere to go, and I'm outnumbered 1 to 7. I don't see why you still need to be pointing your weapons at me."

The man lowered his and nodded for the others as well.

?: "What's your name?"

Y/N: "Why does it matter?" I asked.

?: "I asked your name."