Carl Grimes Imagines

Sin?

Author #5 

Hey guys! This is my first imagine ever, and I don't really like it much :( I think it's too subjective but I didn't know how to fix it hahahah. I'll get better with time, I guess :)

TW: mention of murder

(Y/N)'s POV

The wooden planks on the window prevented me from looking at the night sky, allowing only a few beams of moonlight to enter the narrow room where I was lying. It's a shame. The sky had always been my favorite thing to look at, for nothing in the world - especially in this messed up world we live in now - could ever compare to its beauty. It could be a cloudy day, a pink sunset, or a starry night, but it always took my worries away and, most importantly, gave me hope, something that's quite rare nowadays. Time goes by, people go away - that's inevitable - but the sky is always there, endlessly waiting for you to admire it.

My sister used to say I was a dreamer - that was before she was mercilessly killed right in front of during an attack from an enemy group. Only 17, she was. That was the first time I actually wanted someone to die and the one time I hoped Heaven and Hell were real, so he could suffer for eternity.

Wow, the apocalypse really does drive people mad.

I pushed those thoughts away and smiled sadly. Those were quite ironic things to think of inside a church, especially with a priest sleeping only some feet away from me. I could hear his deep exhalation aligning with the other member's rhythmic breathing, and now and then Glenn would snore quietly. I was extremely thankful to Rick's group for bringing me in. Living with them at the prison felt almost like having a family again.

Now I'm lying motionlessly on this thin mattress on the ground. I hate these sleepless nights, but they have become more and more frequent in these past months. A high-pitched scream pushes me out of my head - Judith has woken up in the room next to ours. The cries stop for a moment, only to be followed by even louder ones, and that happens a few times more. Suddenly, I feel the room get slightly more illuminated. 

Carl's POV

I'm fast asleep when my sister starts screaming at the top of her lugs next to me. "Not again" - I open my eyes and see a silhouette slowly getting up from the sofa.

"I got it, dad. Don't worry." - I assure him.

I know he wasn't sleeping - he wasn't snoring like he always does - but he needs to. He's been having bags under his eyes ever since Gareth and his friends entered the church. I think he feels like he must be alert all the time in case something bad happens, even though Maggie is downstairs taking guard at this exact moment. A tired leader makes bad decisions, and it wouldn't be only his or my life he would be risking. It would be the whole group's. It would be (Y/N)'s life. Damn, I can't let that happen.

I know I probably shouldn't put her in front of everyone else. I've known some of these people since the beginning. She, on the other hand, joined us less than two months ago, and I'm already head over heels for her. Feels wrong. Unfair, even. But she's just so... perfect. She's sweet but at the same time one of the strongest people I've ever met. And she understands me. No one else here does. They say they do, but they don't.

I pick Judith in my arms and take her out of the room, closing the door behind me to muffle the sounds of her crying. She stops for a few seconds as soon as I put her next to my chest but soon starts screaming again. 

"Shhh Judith, be quiet. You'll wake everyone up." - I whisper.

She stops abruptly and looks into my eyes before opening her mouth again.