The Walking Dead Imagines and Preferences

"Goodbye"

A/N: Hey guys! Laura here! I really enjoyed writing this one even though it made Amber scream when she read it. I hope you enjoy!

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"Carl!" Y/N yelled, tears streaming down your face, your eyes and mouth being covered in a rag that smelled strongly of urine.

"Y/N!" The boy yelled back at her, picking up speed, occasional tears coming down his cold face. When the car that had taken the love of his life disappeared from his sight, he collapsed to the hard ground in exhaustion, breathing heavier than a dog. He curled up into a ball and began sobbing, this was too much for him, he didn't know where his father was, his sister was dead, and now his girlfriend is missing.

Slowly, the skinny boy pushed himself off the ground, and tightened his grip on his gun. He was determined to find you, and he knew he would, he didn't know how, but he knew.

Days have gone bye and Y/N was still missing. Carl has seen traces of tires that had swerved along the road, but no sign of the car.

Carl cursed under his breath as many walkers began stumbling toward him. He checked his gun for ammo, four bullets, certainly not enough to take on this many. He made his way into the woods, and climbed up a tall tree in search of sanctuary. It wasn't exactly four walls and a roof, but it kept him from the walkers.

"Carl?" A cracky voice called out softly. He looked around for a while, wondering who it was and where it is coming from. He finally, after what seemed like forever, found where it was coming from, it certainly wasn't a pretty sight.

"Oh my god, Y/N?" He nearly yelled, climbing down the tree like a monkey.

"Carl, help, please." The damaged girl cried from the flipped car. Her arm was missing and her legs looked like toothpicks. The car itself was missing it's windshield, doors, and there was blood splattered all over it.

"What happened?" Carl asked, cradling Y/N's blood-covered head in his soft hands.

"Men. Four. Took me. Walkers. Eaten. Bit." Y/N managed, blood beginning to spill slowly out of your mouth.

"Oh my god." Carl began crying, resting his forehead on yours, kissing it softly.

"I-I love you." Y/N sobbed, reaching up with her one arm to touch his cheek.

"I love you too." Carl took her hand in his as your breathing ceased. Carl wiped his face and took a blanket from the dirty floor and put it over your head, slowly sliding a knife into your soft skull, preventing you from becoming a monster.

That moment was when Carl knew there was nothing left to live for, his girlfriend was dead, his sister was dead, in fact, everyone he knew was probably dead. Carl walked over to the herd and said his final word, "Goodbye."