Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Stumbling Upon Carl (Fluff)

Birds' chirps and the sounds of twigs snapping in half fill the void of silence that surrounds you. Trees scatter the earth you stand upon, in the middle of nowhere. The sun's rays shine on your skin, and you could feel it giving you color.

A timer rings close by, drawing your attention. You put your hand on your gun, in instinct.

Your group left you out in the woods while you were asleep, only leaving you a gun and some food that would last for about a couple weeks. Now you only have about a week's worth left in your inventory.

The sound of the obnoxious ringing kitchen timer gets louder every step you take forward. You hide behind trees, looking at the hoard of walkers surrounding the annoying-ass steel timer. You look for the culprit who threw it, and a boy sits behind a tree. His smirk shows that he was enjoying the sight of clueless walkers stumbling aimlessly.

You stare at the handsome and mischievous young boy in awe. You sneak over to him quietly from behind. It was funny thinking that he had no clue that a person was sneaking up on him. What an idiot.

You stare at the back of his head. He had on a sheriff's hat that hid almost all of his chocolate locks of hair, but you still could see the ends of his unwashed hair. You open your mouth to say something, but freeze.

The walkers were getting tired of the same ringing noise, and started to walk away. You poked the boy's back, and he screams and points his gun at you.

The walkers turn again towards the boy's shrill. Your eyes widen, and his mouth closes. The walkers start up with the same low moan and groan. They shift and drag towards the boy and you. He moves his stare from the walkers to you, "Run," he demands you.

The mysterious boy runs ahead, but you're right on his tail. Out of nowhere, the boy trips and falls on his leg, twisting his knee. You freeze, thoughts that determine whether you live or die race through your head. You decide to just pick up the boy and run with him. The walkers pick up pace and get closer. You turn around and cock your gun. You fire off shots, hitting each one to the dirt. You drop the boy and your gun to the ground. He heaves and pants, "I'm sorry."

You scoff, "Whatever."

He rests as if he did all of the work. He props his leg up on a stump, and rests his hat over his face. Silence replaces everything, and it swallows up every last sound. The boy coughs, "My name is Carl."

You don't say anything but just stare at him. He glances to you as if asking what your name is. You sigh, "(Y/N)."

He smirks, "I like that."

You blush at his compliment, but brush away the butterflies. You stand up, "Well it was nice meeting you, but I should really get going. Get well with that leg."

He jumps up, "Wait, don't go."

You look back at him, "Why not? If you think I'm going with you, you're crazy."

He shrugs, "I live in a great town. It's called Alexandria. They accept everybody. Kids our age too. You'd love it, I swear!"

The sun threatens your choice. If you left with him to his group, you'd be there by sunset. If you kept trying to find shelter, who knows what time it would be? "Fine, I'll go with you. Only for one night! If I feel uncomfortable, I leave. Deal?"

He nods excitedly. "Yes, let's go!"

Carl walks along the road towards the tall metal gates. He cuts through the trees, without you. He blends in. You look over to the trees and run through, trying to catch up with him. You find him climbing up the end of the first wall. You follow right behind. The sharp thing you walk up doesn't seem stable, so you shake. He looks at you with concern, "Don't be scared, just climb."

People walk with dogs, kids play, everything here seems like how it was years before. You stare in awe at all of the beauty. Carl takes your hand and sneaks you around the rows of houses until one of the houses towards the end. "Here's mine."

Carl walks through the back, and runs up the stairs. He opens a door leading in to probably his bedroom. He lies on the bed that sits in the middle of the room. You stand awkwardly at the door. He points to a closet, "Put your stuff in there." he points. You do as he says, then sit in a chair near the window.

He closes his eyes and sighs, "How the hell am I going to introduce you?"

You glare at him, "What do you mean?"

He has an uneasy look plastered on his pale face. "Well," he sighs again, "I'm really not supposed to be out there, let alone bring in outsiders."

You sit struck by this new information, "Then why did you?!"

He shrugs, "I thought you were pretty."

Sorry this one is short, It's 4am at the moment. Yay. I'll probably post again soon regarding Chandler's birthday. Happy 16th birthday Chandler Cinnamon bun!