Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine: Axe and Bone(2): Recovery

It was in and out of consciousness for you for several days, laying on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed in you and Carl's cell.

When your body chose to slip into reality, you were always met with confusion and pain. Those moments only lasted for a few minutes.

There was only one time when you woke when somebody was there, and it was no one other than Carl Grimes.

"(Y/N)?" your mind had been replaying the scene in a giant loop while you were unconscious.

You couldn't say anything since your throat felt as if you swallowed a mouthful of sand, dry. It wasn't like there was very much to say because your mind hadn't fully processed what had previously occurred.

"Are you awake?" he asked. You hadn't moved a whole lot, only your eyes that continued to blink towards him and your fingers that seemed to relish the movement it made on their own.

You didn't say anything--you couldn't--but you didn't nod or shake your head either. It felt as if it weighed equivalent to the world itself.

The first thing you felt since your wake was pain, and it shot through your body like a jet, originating at your amputated arm.

Your eyes squeezed shut, trying to block out the pain that, so far, you couldn't identify had started. Yet no matter what you did, it felt worse, the throbbing in your arm would not lessen.

The breaths that you had managed to take in had now become labored, for your focus now was only on the excruciating pain that seemed to now take over your body.

Carl to your right sensed this, "Oh, God," you could hear him say to himself once he noticed the state you were in.

The last thing you had heard was Carl's footsteps down the cell block with shouting that you didn't pay attention to before you dived headfirst back into unconsciousness.

And now, it was as if the scene had repeated itself in your mind once again, but instead, you were awake. And there was no Carl to greet you.

You braced for it, the pain that came upon awakening. But it didn't come as it did before, only a slight throbbing that could never be compared to what it was before.

Yet when you tried to speak to nobody, your voice couldn't manage above a whisper, for it hurt to do any greater, as if somebody had shoved sandpaper down your throat.

Immediately, this time, your mind went to one of the previous memories, the ones before the times you woke. The one that included the axe, Rick, and Hershal.

You went to touch your injured arm, feeling gauze, and half an arm. You turned you head to look at the cell, it was light, yet dark. The orangish-yellow glow from behind the curtain in the cell block told you that it was just early evening.

Even though your muscles were weak from pain and underuse, you sat up on the bed. Looking over yourself, you could see you were in the same clothes as before, yet it felt like they could snap, for it was caked with dried red blood.

When you moved your body to rest on the side of the bed, the first thought that arrived to your mind was, Wow I need to pee. It made you wonder how long you've been in the unconscious state, hours (which was almost impossible), days?

Yet when you managed to swallow any saliva that was left in your dry mouth, it hurt like nails scraping your raw throat. Your first priority: water.

It took more time than it used to, but you managed to walk all the way down to the bathrooms, nobody had seen you on the way and nobody was where you were now.

You spent a full five minutes scooping water from the faucet into your mouth, drinking the liquid and letting the cool water soothe your throat.

You miraculously felt better once you were done, but that feeling soon died once you took a look in the mirror on the wall above the sink. Your arm hadn't been just above the elbow, it had been amputated above the middle of your upper arm.

The enemy of calmness washed over you; horror. With your mouth agape, you felt terrible, filled with disappointment in yourself. Why did you have to be so ignorant to your surroundings to get yourself almost killed?

You quickly walked back to your shared cell with a heavy heart. When you just turned the corner to the cell block, you could tell it was Carl who walked through the curtain to the cell.

Were you ready to face him once again after your sudden roller coaster of emotions? No. Did you have to? Yes.

You walked over to the cell and pulled the curtain away. The boy with the sheriff's hat turned around to find you.

"Hi." you gave him a tight smile and tried your best to keep your chin up, for you were not ready to admit your current weakness: that you were afraid to face the future.

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Next update will come by next week. I know this is a little wonky, but I'm pretty sure it'll get better :), thank you.

-The Author