Carl Grimes Imagines

Outbreak

Author #6

This is staged in the prison right before the outbreak and Y/N is Glenn's sister. You have been with Carl since the beginning and are best friends. This is also a story I started but only made one chapter of so once again not that interesting and not a lot of Carl but i thought i might as well use it!

Category:  Fluff and Angst I guess

Warning: Strong Language, Mentions of blood, Mentions of Sickness

Me and Carl were gardening with Rick when we heard gunshots from the prison. We all looked up. "Stay close" Rick stated as we all started running toward the prison. "HELP! HELP!" Lizzie and Mika came screaming out. Carl had gone to go help Michonne after getting thrown off her horse and I went with Rick.

We figured out there were walkers in cell block C. As we entered there were walkers everywhere. We started killing them one by one with as many people helping as they could. Mothers screaming for their children. One woman was screaming and searching for her child. I saw a young boy in a corner with a walker closing in on him. I ran over stabbing the walker in the head, pulling my knife out as it collapsed to the ground. I grabbed the boy as he stared in horror and I brought him to his mother, closing the cell door so they were safe.

We eventually got them all. We lost so many of our people. The stronger people dragged the dead out to the front courtyard to be buried, parents mourned their children and children mourned their parents. It was a fucked up world but it's what we had to live with.

They had to separate the people who weren't feeling good from the rest of us, by the end of the day, 13 people were separated with the sickness. I walked into me and Carl's shared cell, a sadness thick in the air for the loss of our friend Patrick.

"Hey Carl?" I asked from behind the sheet that we hung so I could change in privacy.

"Yeah?" he answered back, you could hear the sadness in his voice.

"Can I borrow one of your shirts? Mine are all drying from laundry today." I stood behind the sheet in my sports bra and mens boxers that i wore as sleeping shorts.

"Here" he handed me a shirt through the sheet. I thanked him for the shirt and walked out from behind the sheet. Carl looked up and gave me a weak smile and I gave him a small tired one back. I laid in my bottom bunk, smelling the scent of Carl's shirt. I've liked him for a while. We've been together since the beginning and I just didn't want to lose him as my best friend, afraid that my feelings would ruin our friendship. Eventually sleep took over my thoughts and I drifted off.

I woke up in the middle of the night coughing. The moon light shined into our cell, I found myself not being able to stop, my throat burned, badly. I walked out of the cell making sure not to wake carl. I found a lantern outside and turned it on, I looked at the sleeve I was coughing into. Blood. Shit. Not good.

"Well fuck, that's not good." I stated before going into another coughing fit. I realized I couldn't breath, I started to freak out, my heart racing, eyes widening, I was choking on my own damn blood. I fell to the ground while still coughing, my head hurt, like someone was banging on the inside of it wanting to get out. I was sweating but my body was shaking.

"Y/N!" Carl must have woken up because he ran over to me and turned me on my side making sure I didn't choke on my own blood. I continued coughing, wanting it to be over, but it felt like everytime I coughed my throat filled with more blood. "HELP! DAD! GLENN! MICHONNE! SOMEONE!" Carl yelled in an attempt to get someone's attention. Soon enough Glenn, Maggie, Rick, Daryl, Michonne, and Carol were all out of their cells.

My head continued to bang and my vision started to blur. I had this weird feeling in my body, like fear, but...weirder. I reached for Carl's hand in hopes to find it, I then felt his in mine, he squeezed my hand in an attempt to reassure me everything was going to be ok, but it didn't work.