Chandler Riggs / Carl Grimes Imagines

You

The word you can be used in many different ways.
"Oh, it's you" would be in a rude way. I mean, like bruh. Who is that rude?! "Hey you!" Would be in an excited way, like to see a person. "You, get your bags. Your leaving." Maybe the person forgot your name? Maybe they don't know it. It's used in such a way in the following.

"Get down here, you!" Says a boy with a sheriffs hat. I'm in a tree, trying to jump tree to tree away from this boy. "You think your gonna kill me? Well, I'm not an easy kill. Sorry. Go find another." I say. I jump, and fall close to a small herd of walkers. I want to go back, but he is back there. I want to go forward, but there are them In front of me. I sigh and walk backwards slowly, hopefully unnoticed. I step on a twig and they all turn my way. I fully turn around and start to run. A walker pops out from no where and grabs my ankle. I crawl backwards. It opens its mouth and I kick it in its mouth. My foot goes in in its mouth. No. No. No. I can't get bit. Lucky for me, when I take my foot back, its teeth are all knocked out. I crawl backwards and bump into someone. It's the boy. He shoots the walker and picks me up over his shoulder. He runs to a log he found randomly. He sits me down. "It's okay. Your okay. Your safe, with me" he hugs me and I cry into his shoulder. He kneels down in front of me. "I'm C-" "Sheriff, I know" I realize what I just said. "Well, I guess. But my name Is Carl Grimes" he smiles warmly at me. "I have a camp, not too far from here if you will come with me" "Carl Grimes!" Says a booming voice. It's a guy, a little older, with a little less than a full grown beard. Carl's head snaps in that direction and he stands up. "You didn't even ask her the three questions" he calms down. "Dad, she's obviously in distress, I needed to calm her down before the three Q-" "enough." He turns to me. "How many walkers have you killed?" "lost count" "how many people you killed?" "I don't know, about maybe 26?" He and carl both looked shocked, and I felt a crossbow to my head. "Why?" asked the guy with the almost beard. "Because, they were cannibals and we're trying to eat me" I said in a smart mouth kind of tone. "Oh. But how?" "Well, about eight of them I used a knife on, the rest I blew up. That place was called-" "walkers" called out carl. "Okay, are you on a group?" He shouted to me. "No" i shouted back. We were separated by walkers. "Then go with carl!" He shouted, then he and the guy with the crossbow took off. Carl got hold of my hand and he pulled me off. "I think we're far enough" I said. He spun me around and kisses me on the cheek. "I think I like you" "uh, I'm sorry, but I wanna wait till I know I like you for sure" "so you like me a little?" He asks. "Yes. But I want to wait" "okay. For you I will wait" "Gosh. You guys are horrible at this flirting thing. It sounds like a freaking romantic novel." Said a...Korean guy. He was holding a girls hand. "I'm maggie, that's glenn. You are?" "I'm Micah Anderson" i said and Rick came out. "Really?" He gasped. "Yeah?" I said. "Uh, come with me" and we were off. He lead us all to a prison. "Great. This is really where I wanted to spend my life" I joked and they laughed. We walked inside and they lead me to what I guessed was a washing room. "Hey Jessie, I'm back" the girl named Jessie turned to the guy with the beard and hugged him tightly. she gasped when she looked at me. "Micah?" "Mom?" I stuttered. "Yes!" We hugged for the longest time, but the guy with the beard broke us apart. "I'm rick, daryl, Carl, maggie, glenn," so on so forth.

I flash back from when I first met everyone to the present day. I'm doing laundry while everyone is taking a day off. Well, it was my choice. It's not like Rick is unfair. Carl and I have been dating for a while now. I hardly ever get to talk to him. Here he is now. "Can I talk to you?" He asks. "Sure" I can barley see him cause it's night time. Everyone is having a camp out in the prison yard cause it's a pretty night. Carl takes me to the fence with no walkers on it and I lean up against it, watching the people at the campfire. He gets in front of me, making me look into his eyes. "Will you be my girlfriend?" He asks. "I already am" I say. "Well, you don't act like it!" "Well I'm always busy" "you make yourself busy. I try to get breaks to see you, but your always busy. Always." He says and then sighs. "Why can't we be like Blue and Patrick" he says, sighing again. I look at them cuddling. "Okay, do you want to leave all the work for someone else to do carl? Huh?" "No, but I would like to spend some time with my so called girlfriend." He says and storms off. I sigh and go back to do more laundry.

This was going to be a story, but I changed it Into an imagine. So, if your wondering why the new book isn't up yet, cause this was gonna be the book, but I don't want it to be like this, so, again. I'm staring from scratch. So, it will be longer till the book is out.

1017 words is how many words this chapter has including this.