Carl Grimes Imagines

♔ Chandler ♔

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I suggest you listen to 'Irreplaceable' by Madilyn Paige
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♔ Chandler ♔

You scrolled through the comments on your twitter.

'Whore'

'You're so ugly, who would ever like you'

'Ew, you're disguting'

You wiped your cheeks, getting rid of the tears. You turned off your phone and closed your eyes, then your ringtone went off

"Every time she closed her eyes,-" you shook your head and picked up the phone to your bestfriend, Chandler. "Hello," you said into the phone, trying you best to sound happy.

"Hey, Babe" Chandler said, "ugh, don't call me babe." You shook your head, and chuckled softly before saying "you know I hate it when you call me that"

"I know, but I love it. It makes you laugh," You smiled "okay, whatever." You rolled you eyes.

"Now come out and let me in, it's freezing." Chandler spoke. "Oh, okay, I'll be right there!" You quickly said and threw your phone on your bed running out your room down the steps.

You opened the front door to see Chandler leaning on the railing of the porch. You shivered slightly as the cold, rainy wind hit your skin, "get in loser, we're going shopping." You quoted one of your favourite movies, smirking slightly.

Chandler walked in, rolling his eyes. "Hello, (Y/N)" you rolled your eyes and closed the door, leaning against the cold wood. "Hello, again"

"Again?" Chandler asked confused, you shook your head "we were just talking on the phone like a minute ago,"

"Oh," Chandler said, you giggled "I'll be right back." You said and ran up towards your room. Grabbing your phone off your bed, and running back downstairs.

"So, wanna play some Call Of Duty?" You asked setting your phone on the coffee table. "Sure," you smiled and turned on the tv and Xbox and got the two remotes.

You sat on the couch by Chandler and handed him a remote, Chandler then nudged your side, "I'm gonna win," he chuckled, you shook your head smiling "you wish," you said starting the game.

A few minutes into the game, your phone started to buzz like crazy. "Sorry," you said to Chandler and paused the game, leaning forward the grab your phone.

You looked at the screen, the hate was coming again. You shook your head and threw your phone to the side beside you on the couch.

"What was that all about?" Chandler asked you, you shook your head "nothing," you replied. "Continue?" You asked, he nodded.

You un-paused the game and continued to play the game, ignoring the consist binging of your phone.

Chandler then became worried, you reached over you and grabbed your phone. You paused the game once again, and watched Chandler stare at the screen of your phone.

"The hate, again?" He asked, you nodded and shook your head, "I don't get why they hate you, (Y/N)." Chandler said softly. "It's okay, they are just jealous of how pretty I am," you smiled and flipped your hair trying to enlighten the mood. You always tried to not let it get to you, because you knew that you had people that loved you.

You toon your phone from Chandlers hand, reading the comments on your Instagram.

'Ugly whore'

'Ew, potato face'

'Seriously, why would anyone like you. You ugly'

A tear slipped down your cheek and you shut off you phone. You closed your eyes and pulled your legs to your chest, breaking down into sobs.

You felt arms wrap around you "it's okay (Y/N)" Chandler said, trying to calm you down.

You looked up at Chandler, your eyes red and puffy from crying "it's hard to fake a smile everyday" you mumbled "it's hard trying to keep it from getting to you," you shook you head "do I belong here? Or should I just stop trying?" You asked sadly

Chandler shook his head and pulled you into a tight hug "don't say that," he said "your irreplaceable" he whispers into your ear and kissed your cheek softly.

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