(Y/N = Your name or the name of your choice)
"I look around and I see survivors," Abraham continued his speech as we all sat around the Church, enjoying ourselves, for the first time in a long time. A plate full of food sat in front of me untouched while Maggie kept trying to get me to eat it.
"Honey, please you need to eat, you haven't in a while. It's not good for you." Maggie whispered softly as Abraham kept running his mouth about how much we are 'survivors.' Well we aren't survivors, we are already dead, dead inside and almost out.
"I'll be back," I smiled faintly, trying not to make her worry to much about me, but I understood where she was coming from. If she was my younger sister I would worry about her just as much as she worries about me. I set the plate down next to me and quickly scurried out of the room, seeing Carl's eyes on me as I walked into the bathroom. Carl and I had this...weird relationship, I mean we've held hands a bunch of times and we are like the flirty best friends you would find in high school but we never became 'official' as people would say. But I don't feel the need to officially become a couple, I mean I love Carl but I love him too much and I don't want to hurt him and relationships end up hurting people. The bathroom had a mirror that showed my whole body, from head to toe, 2 stalls and 2 sinks, nothing special. I slid down the door watching myself through the mirror.
Why was I chosen to live like this, why couldn't I g-
I thought but a quiet knock interrupted my thoughts. I slid down to the floor so my stomach was flat on the ground as I looked underneath the door to see two different pairs of shoes. Carl. I thought and giggled to myself. I stood up and hesitantly grabbed the door knob twisting it and a worried Carl appeared in front of me.
"Hey are you alright?" He asked as I backed into the mirror, watching him quietly shut the door and locking it which confused me a bit. I slid back down to the floor as I was before as Carl copied my actions. He gave me a sincere smile which made me feel a bit better. I scooted over next to him so now we sat on the floor with our backs against the doorway and we sat there in silence, a nice silence and then I ruined it.
"Why me?" I asked looking at Carl through the mirror. He looked up to me examining my eyes.
"What do you mea-"
"Why do I have to live like this? Why couldn't I have just died in that tree? Why did you have to save me Carl? I ran away from the farm for a reason, to not be saved and here I am." I said looking to my side to actually look at him.
"I couldn't just let you die, not after Sophia or Dale. I couldn't do that again, every life taken is another person that I could've saved." He whispered to me as if he didn't wasn't anyone to hear us.
"You can't save everyone Carl." I said truthfully. I knew he couldn't and I couldn't let him think that he had to risk his life to save everyone, I just can't.
"I know I can't y/n." He kept his mouth open as if he was going to say something, but nothing came out and he shut it. 10 more silent minutes passed and he continued. "You remember that man in the woods, when it was you, Michonne, my dad and I?"
"Of course I do, I wonder everyday what made run to save him." I explained.
"He didn't deserve to die," he said shaking his head, looking at the ground. "I could see it, he needed help and I-I tried to help him but I couldn't, just after what happen to Dale-"
"That wasn't your fault Carl, you have to understand that not everything is your fault. That's what makes us weak in this world, understanding the difference between when something is your fault and when it's not. And you. You've become one of those people who think that everything in this world is their fault Carl, but it's not." I said to him looking at him through the mirror. He picked his head up showing his glossy eyes with tears running down his face. I looked at him from my side and wrapped my arms around him holding him in my arms like he would always do to me when daddy died. The warm tears flooded down his face, hitting my arms. His arms strongly wrapped around me and this, this is what I love. Just hugging Carl gives me a warm feeling inside and I could sit here like this forever, with him in my arms and me in his.
"I-I love you Carl and you now what?" I said. I mean it's not weird saying that to your best friend that you are like dating but your not, right? People say I love you to their friends. What I'm wondering is, do I actually love Carl Grimes. The boy that I knew since he got shot because of Otis and came to us for help? The boy that saved my life when I wanted it to end? The boy that tries everyday to save me from myself?
I truly loved Carl and I meant what I said.
He unwrapped his arms from mine and looking into my eyes. "What?" his voice almost inaudible, just below a whisper.
"We will get through this," I said holding my hand out in front of him which he automatically grabbed it, interlacing our fingers together slowly, and I finished my sentence, "Together"
"Together," he said smiling.
A/N:
So at the end of each Imagine I will have author notes and if must you don't need to read them unless it's titled PLEASE READ because that most likely means that it is important but this is my first imagine so it's not going to be like 12th grade work, because I'm only in 8th lol but please like and comment feedback and message or comment requests so it's easier for me to update faster!
XoXo Isabella
