Carl Grimes Imagines

Poppy

Author #6

Hey Ya'll, this is a story that i just thought of randomly, I really like the ending so I hope ya'll enjoy. Also it's written from carl's POV so thats new.

Category: Angst?

Carl's pov

Four days. That's how long it's been since I've slept. I got separated from the group 4 days ago when the governor attacked the prison, since then I haven't been able to sleep. I didn't try to sleep for the first two nights because all I could think about was Judith, she was dead. The last two nights, when sleep finally caught up to me, I layed in the bed of the cabin I found about a day's walk from the prison. I layed there but sleep never came.

It's now day five, probably mid afternoon, I feel empty. I mostly sit and stare at the wall or when I feel like doing something I continuously re-organize the small cabin. I'm not sure why, my body just does it. I was organizing the canned food in color order when I heard a knock at the cabin door. I probably would have been startled if I didn't feel so drowsy, I put the can that was currently in my hand down on the counter and slowly trudged to the door. When I reached the door, I put my hand on the handle and twisted the nob. When I opened the door I was shocked.

There she stood, my childhood best friend. I haven't seen her since the day everything went down. We had been best friends since the womb. Our mothers were best friends and so they raised us together. We had almost all the same classes in elementary school.

I remember the day that everything went to shit, it started off as a normal day. I was sitting in my fifth grade classroom next to my best friend Y/N, and it was currently art time. We were both coloring next to each other, I looked over at Y/N to see her face concentrated at work, her arm covered her paper so I couldn't see what she was drawing. "What are you drawing Y/N?" My friend looked up at me and a small smile crept onto her face, she moved her arm to reveal her drawing, it was a reddish orange looking flower. "A flower?" I asked her and she giggled while shaking her head. "Not just any flower Carl, a poppy flower, me and my mom just planted some in our garden yesterday", I looked at the drawing then back into her eyes where I gave her a smile. "Cool"

That was the last day I ever saw my best friend, or so I thought.

"Y/N?!" I asked in disbelief that my childhood best friend was standing in front of me after all these years. "Holy shit, hey Carl!" she smiled at me. I quickly wrapped my arms around her body, missing the familiar feeling of her hugs, she still remained shorter than me but she definitely looked older. I pulled back and inspected her face, taking in her facial features, she looked the same, just.. Oldder. Prettier. She had a scar on her arm but I couldn't quite tell what it was from. "I-I don't know what to say" I was so in shock I couldn't form words. "How about letting me in?" she giggled as she raised her eyebrows for me to move. "Oh, right" I moved to the side and let her in.

"How-how did you find this cabin- find me?" I was still utterly shocked. "Well I was on the run when I saw smoke in the distance and followed it, it led me to this prison but it was overrun by walkers so I just turned around and walked in a different direction and this was the first thing I saw that wasn't trees and here I am" she shrugged at the end of it with a smile on her face. "That's crazy, that was uh, that was actually me and my people's prison, but we were attacked by some enemies and everyone got separated." I said looking down at my feet. "Oh Carl, I'm so sorry. Maybe we can find your people together" she said with a reassuring smile. "Yeah, maybe"

We sat in silence for a minute as I pondered in my thoughts until Y/N's awkwardly coughing brought me back to reality. "Oh, um, sorry, are you hungry?" I asked in an attempt to simmer the awkward tension. "Um yeah actually" she told me after perking up at the mention of food. I stood up and walked to the cabinets and pulled out canned green beans and peaches. "This good?" I asked while holding up the food. She nodded eagerly and I handed her the food. She grabbed it from me and took the knife, the rest in a holster on her thigh and jabbed into the can, she stared at it for a second then looked up at me. I caught on and grabbed her fork and handed it to her.