~Carl Grimes/Chandler Riggs Imagines~

New- Part 5

All the blood leaves my face as I stumble back a few steps, closing the door quietly. I don't know what to do. Jealousy, anger and sadness fill me. Everything that comes with heartbreak, exactly what I tried to avoid. And we aren't even a thing... "yet". I slowly turn around to the other guys.
"Y/N... Are you ok?" Ron asks. "Yeah you look like you've seen a ghost... or become one." Mikey says, concerned. "Yeah... yeah I'm fine. Just feel a bit sick." I say. Not a lie. "Are you sure. What's out there?" Ron says, craning his neck to look around me, gesturing to the closed door. "An empty hallway, what else?" I say awkwardly. Now that's a lie. "I think Enid's just having stomach troubles. They'll be back in a sec." I force out. "Oh, poor girl. Alright, we'll wait." Mikey says. Ya, poor girl. What bothers me most is Enid knows I like Carl, I thought she cared about me. Well, she's a pretty damn good actor.
The door opens, revealing Carl and Enid. Carl looks... confused... dazed maybe? Hard to read by his facial expression. Did he not enjoy it? He was out there for a while though. Tears threaten to fall, but I suck it up. I won't be one of those girls that runs away from everything. I'm strong. I glance at Enid, and a huge grin is plastered on her face. I stiffen, tying to hold back the emotions growing inside me. "Sorry guys." Enid says sitting down on the bed, as do I and Carl. He sits next to me, like nothing ever happened. I don't understand. If he likes Enid, why is he being so touchy with me? "It's fine. Not your fault anyway." Ron says, tuning on some music. "Oh ya, beware of Y/N, she's not feeling well." Mikey laughs. Carl looks up a at me. "Your so pale! Are you sure your ok? You can leave if you want." He asks, putting an arm around my shoulder. I feel Enid's glare. How's it feel, hun? "Yeah, I'm ok." I say, slowly pulling his arm off my shoulder. He puts his hand back on his knee awkwardly. Everyone goes silent for a while. "Ok... You guys are being weird. Anyway... let's play a game. Never have I ever?" Ron asks. I cough, and Carl laughs. "What?" Ron asks. "Nothing, nothing." Carl says, shooing away the idea. "Alright, can we play that?" Mikey asks, and no one protests. "I'll sit out if that's ok." I say, and they all nod, except Carl. While their distracted, he whispers to me. "Are you sure your ok?" "Yeah I'm fine... I... I uhh I'm just not feeling good." I whisper back. "...Ok. Tell me if anything's bothering you." he says. I force a fake, sad smile. Alright Carl. You wanna know what's bothering me? My heart is kinda falling apart, because of you by the way. "Ok let's start. Everyone knows how to play?" Mikey asks and they nod. "Good. I'll start." Mickey continued. "Never have I ever... kissed a girl..." They gasp. "Really? Never?" Ron asks surprised. "Really." Mikey responds. "Never was able too. The apocalypse started before I could "make a move"." He laughs. Enid and Ron laugh to, but Carl and I stay silent. He just keeps staring at me.
Since they don't have alcohol, they use there fingers. Ron and Carl put up a finger. "Oooo Carl who? And when?" Ron says, and Enid smirks, leaning closer to Carl. I can't handle this anymore. Screw being strong. "Hey guys, sorry to interrupt guys but I still don't feel to well. Gonna go now, goodnight!" I say, rushing out the door. "Y/N! Wait! Do you want me to help you ba...!" Carl yells but I run out the door too fast to hear the rest. I quickly get home and lay down in my bed. Fûck, I'm a dramatic biotch, aren't I.

Its been about a week since I last saw Carl. I told him I had the flu, and he offered to take care of me, but I refused. But today however, Rick asked me to take a shift doing watch. I agreed because I need to be somewhat useful. Last minute he told me Carl would be their, so I couldn't change my mind. I came to the watchtower a half hour earlier, just because it's a nice quiet place to think. Sasha didn't mind me sitting on the roof while she did her shift, which should be done anytime now. My thoughts are answered when I hear Carl talking to Sasha below. "I think something's up with Y/N. She's already here, and been here for about a half hour already. You should probably go check on her." I hear Sasha say. "Yeah, I know." Is all I here from Carl, until I see his head pop over the ledge of the roof. He heaves himself up and onto the roof, then makes his way over to me. "Y/N, what's wrong?" he asks seriously, letting his feet dangle over the edge. "Nothing." I say, colder then I meant to. I'm not fooling anybody. "Y/N, I know something's wrong, and I know you aren't sick. What happened?" He says, looking at me. How could he know? I saw myself in the mirror the last time I saw him and I looked like I just threw up my lunch. It looked pretty convincing. I stay silent, looking at my lap. "Y/N! Please. You can tell me. You've been ignoring me all week! Just tell me what's wrong?" he says. I snap, I cant hold back anymore. "You know exactly what's wrong! Or you damn well should! Ohh you were all up in that situation." I yell. "Wait... I did something?" he says, honestly confused. I sigh. Here we go. "In the game "tag", you don't go around telling any random player that their "it", right?" I ask, clueless to how this will play out. "I-I guess but how does that have anything to do with..." "Just listen Carl." I say strictly. He nods, and continues to listen. "That person may or may not be "it", but if they aren't, it's just not fair." I say, trying to get my words out right. He looks at me, still confused. "Carl, your being that damn person. The one that goes around telling and treating people like their "it", when they aren't. And I'm one of the players. Love isn't fair if its a game like that, Carl." I say, getting quiet at the end. I don't know if that made any sense whatsoever, but I'm going with it. By now tears are running down my face. I probably sound dramatic, and stupid, but I needed to get it out. I hear nothing from him. He doesn't understand. "Fine. You don't get it. I'll be inside if you need me." I say, slowly getting to my feet. Unexpectedly, two hands grab my waist, spinning me back around. "I do get it." He says, looking me straight in the eyes. "I really fûcking like you Y/N, no one else." we go silent. After a few moments, he does the unexpected. He presses our lips together, kissing softly. It last for a few seconds, and I kiss back, but then I realised that this is just a part of his game. I pull away. "No, no, see this is just-just apart of..." I stutter. "Of what?!" Carls asks forcefully.. "I saw you and Enid kissing." I say, sounding helpless. I sit back down on the slanted roof. Carl rushes down to sit next to me. "You saw that?" "Yes I saw it Carl." I respond quietly. "Y/N, Enid has had a crush on me since I got here. I never liked her all to much. She kissed me. I guess she just felt confident that night, cause she has never tried that before." He explains. "Oh." Is all I manage to get out.

I feel so dumb. So stupid. So... dramatic. "See, if you just talked to me I could have explained to you." He says, lightly cupping my face on his hands. "I-I really fûcking like you Y/N. Please believe me?" he says, sounding rushed. "I-I'm so sorry Carl." I say hugging him. "I made a big deal out of nothing, as usual." I say into his chest, a few tears in my eyes. I sniffle. "No, don't cry. If it were what you thought, it would be a big deal. But its not." He says kissing my forehead. We stay like this for a few moments. "Y/N, I wanted to ask sooner, but I couldn't cause you had "the flu"," he jokes and I playfully punch him, "so I'll ask you now. Will you, Y/F/N, be my girlfriend?" he asks confidently. I giggle and peck him on the lips. "I'll take that as a yes." He laughs. I hug him tight. "Hey! Carl!" a voice says from down below. We both look down. "There's a crowd of walkers at the wall! Your supposed to be on watch! Stop with the gross kissing and stuff and start shooting!" Its Daryl. I laugh as Carl flips him the bird. Daryl smirks. "Ohhh going with the "bad boy" attitude again, ya? Ha, I know how it makes Y/N feel." Daryl winks.
"Save it for tonight."
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