Carl Grimes Imagines

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It was dark out, as far as you could tell, and you should have been asleep, but you couldn't with the noises that were still audible from outside of the house. The walls of Alexandria were down. The walkers ran free.

You let the protection get to you, let it make you believe that it could be this way forever, safe. It was one of your flaws, you thought. You got attached to something too much and became at hate with yourself when everything crumpled down, leaving your hope in shards on the ground.

Rick said that everyone needed their energy for tomorrow, that you would all be moving onward in search of the others, or in search for anywhere stable to rest for a day or two. Somewhere safe. And there you were, wondering where safe was in the world where the dead walked amongst everything.

You sat up from your uncomfortable position on the hard, wooden floor and leaned your back against the wall behind you. The house was large, so everyone was scattered about, yet close to each other in a way. Everyone was on the same floor, it would be safe that way Rick had said.

The small room held only empty space apart from you and Carl's bodies. Overall, the square room would be eight feet by eight feet, making it seem to someone who just stepped in that it was an empty walk-in closet. It might have been, but you'd never be there long enough to find out. It wasn't safe.

There were no windows to prove anything, but your senses could practically feel the walkers moving on the other side of the wall. It terrified you. There was only one wall separating you from death, you could choose to break it, it might have been easy, but you didn't dare try.

It wasn't cold in the room, but you shuddered anyways. The feeling of danger crept upon you like needles, injecting the truth in your system. Safe, you thought, I'm anything but safe. You wondered when you'd feel it again, the feeling of comfort, the feeling of protection. Could it happen within the next day? Would it take over a year?

There was shuffling to your left, and you didn't doubt that it was Carl, but you looked anyways. He looked slightly different without the sheriffs hat on his head, but it was a little hard to tell because of how dark it was in the room. You wanted to see his face, but it would be impossible without any light.

It looked as if he sat in the same position as you did, but without the wall beside you.

"Do you know what time it is?" he spoke up quietly, almost in a whisper. You didn't exactly know how long you were awake, but you had a guess.

"Three? Maybe three-thirty?" you whispered, afraid that anybody would be dropping in on your conversation even though everyone else was away from this section of the house. It was the walkers that made your skin crawl and cause you to be so tense, as if danger would come through the doorway at any moment.

"Were you awake the whole time?" he asked. You nodded, but he could probably only barely see so you added a "yes" with that.

"I couldn't sleep," you said, drawing circles on your thigh in excuse for not looking at him.

"Do you want to come over here?" he asked. You thought that he must've knew why you couldn't sleep, but you were glad for the offer. You scooted over to his right side, just only centimeters away from your legs touching.

You should have been used to being so close to him, but you couldn't help your speeding heart rate, the usual feeling of being around his presence. Yet even though you two were dating, and Carl was meant to make you feel safe, you couldn't defeat the fear welded up inside of you.