chandler riggs + carl grimes imagines

9 ; rylie | riggs

tysm @youtuber_imagines889 aka lindsay for requesting !

Lindsay's POV

It was the first day of filming The Walking Dead. It was crazy to think about. Acting since I was 5 to being a 16 year old acting for The Walking Dead. It's been a hell of an adventure.

I showered, not applying any makeup because I would only have to take it off later. I threw on some black leggings, a gray tank top and my red converse.

"Lindsay!" Mom shouted. "It's almost 7! Let's go!"

—

"Hi, you must be Lindsay." Greg smiled as he shook my hand.

"Yeah." I smiled back. He told me where my trailer was and all that jazz.

I started my way down to my trailer, watching all the workers causally walking around and being normal. It was pretty cool, seeing everything behind the scenes.

My character was Rylie Charles, 16. She meets the group in an abandoned barn, soon to develop feelings for Carl. It was an important role for the story line of the show and I was under a lot of pressure with that alone.

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I got my outfit which included ripped black jeans, brown boots, a green shirt and a heavy blue jacket tied around my waist. She was pretty badass, to be honest. Her character was confident and strong, two traits that I wish I had.

After getting makeup stuff done to look like I just crawled out of Satan's asshole, we waited for the crew to add some last minute touches to the scene.

"Hey." a voice said from behind me. I turned around to see Chandler fucking Riggs.

"Oh, hi." I smiled.

"You're Lindsay? Right?" he asked, trying not to be awkward.

"Yeah." I giggled, shaking his hand.

"I just wanted to chat a bit and get to know you some more before the kissing scenes and stuff." he laughed.

Fuck. I forgot about the kissing scenes. All of the excitement and stress just have distracted me, pushing my train of thoughts down some hill.

"Haha, yeah."

We talked about video games, TV shows, music, etc. Chandler was pretty chill in real life. I'm mentally rewarding myself for not freaking out too badly. He was a cool dude. I've never really had feelings for a dude, but maybe it might change. He talked to me about how he was a shy kid, never wanted to speak at all. But now he is a cast member of the best show ever.

"Let's go Chandler and Lindsay!" someone called out, motioning us to get ready.

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Bold = Rylie :)

I ran through the forest, stumbling into a path with a barn at the end of it. I quickened my pace, trying to open the doors. Damn it. It was locked. I shook the door some more, not hearing anything inside.

"Hands up!" a man yells. I look to my side to see him with a gun pointed at me. "Who the hell are you?"

The scene was intense with me meeting Rick and running. I don't run. How did I run that fast?

—a few days later (in the scene)

"Hi." Carl says as he sits next to me.

"Hi." I simply responded, carving the wooden sculpture I was making out of boredom.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"How did you survive, alone?" he asked, looking directly at me. I looked at him, meeting his crystal blue eyes.

I looked down at Chandler's lips, as directed. My heart started beating, but I tried to remain calm.

"My mom told me to never give up." I took a deep breath. "She said life will one day be the worst thing you could ever imagine, but someone will be there to make you forget all of it." I smiled, remembering my mom. But held back tears, remembering how it ended.

I looked back over at Carl, still seeing him look at me. He looked down at my lips. The moment was silent. It was us. I could feel him slowly lean it. His hand cupped my cheek and his lips crashed into mine.

Chandler looked down at my lips, I did the same. Soon his hand cupped my cheek and our lips crashed. Butterflies in my stomach almost exploded and my hands started to warm up. I was kissing Chandler Riggs. I could hear the crew aw and chuckle a bit.

His lips were soft, but he applied pressure to the kiss. I put my hands on top of his, kissing him back.

Carl smiled as he pulled back, his hand still on my cheek. "Carl." I whispered.

"Yeah?"

"You're that someone." I smiled, pulling him into my arms and resting my head on his shoulder.

Carl froze up, but than slowly wrapped his arms around me after realizing what was happening. "Thank you." I heard him whisper.

"Aaaaand, cut!" Scott said. Everyone started clasping, a couple whistles as well. "Great work, you guys were great." he smiled.

Chandler and I got up, him helping me. "Not bad, rookie." he giggled.

"Not so bad yourself." I smirked, than laughing along with him.

"Hey, uh.. After the shoot, wanna go and get some like- ice cream?" Chandler asked. "Oh- well you don't need to. I just like you a- Wait. No."

"I'd love to." I smiled.

"Really?" he asked looking up from his toes.

"Yeah. I like you too Chandler."

"But, I like you. A lot." Chandler replied but immediately realizing he just said something that he wasn't suppose to. "I mean..you're a good kisser and all- No. Fuck." he mumbled.

I leaned in, placing my hand on his shoulder and my lips against his. He was startled, but than relaxed. I pulled back, giggling at the look on his face.

"I like you too, nerd."

this is kinda bad but i like it !

lindsay tysm for requesting an imagine:) if you would like your name in one (or just be responsible for the imagine) than comment or send me a message !!

thank you for almost 400 reads! ilysm:)