Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Bully to Beloved (WORTH READING! Carl Fluff)

This imagine is in first person, because second point of view was so hard to write in for this one. Also, the beginning paragraphs are written a little bit more differently because I wrote it a month before the rest, which I wrote just now at one in the morning.

It was a crowded room, but I could still feel his blue eyes burning holes through my skull. It was a nice night in Alexandria, and they decided to have a little celebration because of the warm temperatures lately. I don't mind them, but Carl, I do mind. He's an asshole who thinks he's special, hence the fact he's been out there for awhile. Just because I wasn't exposed to that as much as he was doesn't mean that I'm any weaker. I'm just as strong. He's just in his own little world, where he's the strongest and the smartest. Unfortunately, he fails to see that in reality, he's just the nastiest.

However, he wasn't the ugliest. His hair was a little too long, but nowadays, it didn't matter. I kind of secretly wished that instead of being just another bastard, he was my bastard. Sadly, that just wasn't the truth. Alas, he was just another bastard.

Honestly, I have no idea why he's mean to me. He's just always like that for some odd reason, to me especially. I don't know if it's just because I'm the only girl his age in Alexandria, or maybe it was just his personality. I talked to Maggie about it plenty of times, she told me that he can't help it and that he's been through a lot. I don't think that's a valid excuse for being a douche, but I get it.

She also said that he actually likes me. I never understood that. If a guy likes me, why would he be mean? Why is bullying considered a sign of attraction? Oh, that boy is being a dick to you? Well, that just means he likes you! I don't think abuse, physical or verbal, is a valid sign that a person likes another. There is no excuse for being an ass. Just saying.

Anyway, during the party, Carl could not keep his eyes off of me. Something told me it was because I wore one of the dresses that Rosita lent me. It wasn't flashy or promiscuous. It was a simple, purple, sundress. She had lots of them, and she also gave me some mascara and eyeliner that she got from the drug store. I'm not going to lie, I looked hot as fuck. I've never looked this good. Mainly because I never get a chance to dress up or put on makeup.

He just wouldn't stop staring. Even when people were talking to him, his eyes were glued to me. I felt extremely nauseous all of a sudden. Everybody turned into giants. I couldn't breathe, and he wasn't helping the situation at all. I frantically looked for a door, or a set of stairs, maybe even a spacious corner. It seemed that every space was filled with superglue, and everybody was attached together. I just desperately scraped at it with my stubby fingernails. The air in my lungs reinflated, and I found a space between a buffet table and Carl. I hesitantly pushed past people, while simultaneously catching my breathe.

I close my eyes, and push past the final obstacles until my hands meet the wall. Faux greasy food and sweat fill my nostrils. The much needed space wasn't doing any justice, so I turned around in a rush. To my surprise, Carl was standing right in front of me. His eyes looked hollow, but also filled with something I couldn't quite put my finger on. His mouth agape, his hand reached out a few inches. He quickly pulled it back after realizing I was terrified of what he was doing.

He promptly stepped back a foot or so and mumbled, "I'm sorry."

I looked at him with my brain scattered like a puzzle. I could only imagine what my expression looked like on the outside. I lifted my heavy shoulders and let them drop like a sack of rocks, "It's okay. I--er--just needed some space. I never knew how many people lived in Alexandria. When everybody is in one house, it's sort of unbearable."

He nodded in agreement, then chuckled slightly. His eyes widened, "I'm not used to lots of people in one room. We were never all together in one house. The only shelter we ever really had for a period of time was a prison, but that doesn't really count. I slept in the same metal slab a criminal did. It was kind've unsettling, but whatever. Better than being outside, right?"