Carl Grimes Imagines

A boy?

This was a fun story :) I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did making it!

Author #4

My life is pretty normal, even after the apocalypse. My Daddy says the doctors will find a vaccine to help everyone in the barn get better. Then we'll have everyone we lost get better again.

"Y/n lunch!" My sister yelled.

"I'm comin' give me a second!" I called back.

"No yellin' in the house." My Daddy yelled.

I jumped down the stairs two at a time and skipped to the table where I sat by my oldest sister Maggie. Maggie and I share the same greenish eyes and brown hair. Unlike her hair, mine goes down to my mid waist that I always wear in a low ponytail. My other sister Beth sits on the other side of me. We said a quick prayer, and then Beth started nibbling on her food.

"You've been in your room since this mornin' what's so important you're only comin' down for meals?" Beth smiles at me.

"I'm doing something that will blow you away!" I raise my arms over my head and stare at the ceiling. Then immediately go back to scarfing down my food.

"Slow down, or you'll make yourself sick." My Daddy says.

Maggie looks at me and smirks, knowing I won't slow down and I'll continue shoveling salad into my mouth.

"Otis is out huntin' right now. He'll be back in a couple hours," My Dad looked at all of us.

After a couple minutes, I quickly finished and thanked Patricia for making such a wonderful meal.

I ran back upstairs to my room. My bed was small, having a white flower print comforter with the same pattern of pillows. My chicken stuffed animal laying right in the middle. I walked to a small wooden drawer that I opened and took out a small sketching pad. I turned around and plopped down on the end of the bed. I pulled out my colored pencils that were under the covers. I have no reason to hide them, but I want my drawing to be a surprise for everyone. The picture is of everyone in the house with Momma when she's better. Daddy will love it.

A couple of hours passed, the sun was starting to go down when I heard Maggie scream.

"DAD!" I slide off my bed and quickly walked over to my window, which faced the front of the house.

A man? No one knows we're here. Why is he running? What is he holding? Is that a person? I gasped and ran downstairs. Maggie looked frightened. Patricia was holding hands with Beth. Jimmy had a bat. Was this guy dangerous? We all walked out the front door to a man in a cowboy hat running to the stairs.

"Was he bit?" My Dad called.

"Shot. By your man." He ran towards us.

"Otis?!" Patricia said.

"He said find Hershel. Is that you?" The man shakily spoke.

My Daddy quickly told the man to come into the house. Maggie pushed me behind her. A quick glimpse of the person the man was carrying turned out to be a boy.

"Y/n, grab my kit quickly," Daddy called, " Maggie, painkillers, grab everything."

Daddy took action and told us that the bullet didn't go all the way through the man's son. It was stuck. The bullet split into pieces that he needed to retrieve. I wanted to help, but Beth grabbed me and pulled me out of the room. The boy was screaming.

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The rest of the man's group came. I guess his name is Rick. His boy's name is Carl. Daddy won't let Rick's group stay after Carl heals. Says it ain't safe. Rick and his wife are a mess, waiting near Carl and murmuring to their group. My head is dizzy with everything that happened, so many people, so much yelling and panic. I don't like it. This ain't a good way to live. I was down in the kitchen grabbing myself a glass of water when I decided to bring one to the boy. I walked past the living room, where Rick's group thanked us, my Father explaining the living arrangement till Carl is better. The floor squeaked under my feet as I made my way closer to the brown haired boy. I set down the glass with a clink. Then took a swig of my own.

"H-hey," he croaked.

I jumped back, not expecting him to be awake.

"Oh-oh my goodness, you're awake, let me get my Daddy. I'll be right back."

"Wait, is my Dad out there with him?" He looked so tired.

"Yes, I'll get him too."

"Stay here for a bit, please. It doesn't hurt that bad right now. I don't want to worry anyone. I'm going to fall asleep again in a couple of minutes anyway." He gave a small smile to me.

He seems in so much pain. How can he smile right now? I should get my Daddy. That's what I should do. But he's hurt. I can stay with him for a little longer.

"My name is Y/n."

"My name's Carl," he looked around the room slowly and then locked eyes with me, " I know we just met, but want to be friends?"