You knew Carl from before all this happened. Your moms were best friends and would sip wine on your back porch while the two of you played pretend in the backyard. The day the world went to shit, you were dismissed from school early and Lori had to...
ello! I'm Mika! I've been a fan of twd for a few years now and I'm on my third rewatch rn. And that has inspired me to write about Carl lol bc Carl <3.
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You and Carl have known each other almost since birth. Your moms were friends for your whole lives which made you two built-in besties.
At age 12 you were in school when you found out you were being released early due to a national emergency; something called "the wildfire virus". You were called to the office and told that your mom was stuck in traffic on her way from the city, and that you would be going home with Lori and Carl. The car ride was fairly quiet, both of them still upset about Rick, and now worried about this virus. When you arrived at your house Lori got out and gave you a big hug.
"Be safe out there (y/n). You find one of your mom's guns, lock yourself in your room, and don't come out until your mom gets home, you hear me?" her tone the most serious you've ever heard. You nod.
"I love you (y/n). I love you like you're my own daughter." tears well in her eyes as she says this.
"I love you too Lori. Like you're my second mom." you beam at her. She gives you one last tight hug, kisses your head, and returns to the car. Quickly, Carl slides out of the back seat to say goodbye.
"Before you go, I have something for you." he reaches into his backpack and pulls out a comic book.
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"Oh sick! Invincible volume 3! I haven't read this one yet. Are you sure I can have it?"
"Well you can BORROW it. Hopefully once you're done with it, this virus stuff will be over and you can give it back." he smiles at you.
"You have my word. See you later Carl Grimes." you playfully punch his shoulder like you always do. He pauses for a second before abruptly pulling you into a hug. Surprised, you slowly grab him back and stay there for a few seconds. He pulls away, smiles and gets back into the van. You watch them drive away. Before you can turn to go inside, you see the family from the house across the street all running outside screaming, covered in blood. You stood there petrified. One of the family members crept out of the house, covered in blood, and started attacking the small child. Once your brain caught up, you quickly ran inside and followed Lori's instructions.
Minutes turned into hours, hours to days, and days to a week. You only left your room at night to sneak into the bathroom or the kitchen for food. In the past week you've learned the walkers are attracted by light, noises, and smells, so you've been doing your best to stay hidden inside. Each night you stew in your room, your stomach churning with worry. So often you imagine your mom walking through the front door at any moment, as if thinking about it will make it happen.
3 months later...
It's pretty safe to say your mom was dead. Or was going to be dead. Or there was some uncontrollable reason she hasn't made it home. Regardless though, you've come to the conclusion that you're alone. Completely alone.
