Chandler Riggs//Carl Grimes IMAGINES

~Carl~

Imagine:

It's been two days since you were found injured outside a mysterious prison.

A man, who you learned was named Hershel, found you and took you in. He fixed your injured ankle and thinks you could be a valuable addition to the group. But Rick? He thinks other wise. He knows you are dangerous.

The group is slowly warming up to you. All except Rick, who keeps himself and his family away from you.

***

You lay on the bottom of a prison bunk bed, reading a comic that you have read probably 10,000 times, but you never grow tired of it.

"Hello?" You hear a voice ask.

A boy, about your age, 13ish, stands in your doorway with clothes in his arms.

You keep the comic in front of your face, somewhat intimidated by the boy. You know he is ricks son. And you know rick well enough to know that you shouldn't interact with the boy unless you want a bullet between your eyes.

"These are for you." The boy says bluntly.

You point to a desk as to direct him where to set the clothing.

You hear his footsteps approaching the desk.

You keep your eyes set on an image in your comic, although you are focusing on the sounds of the boy, painting a picture in your head.

"Thanks." You say bluntly.

"Are you gonna look at me or what?" The boy asks, a tinge of annoyance in his voice.

You remain silent.

You hear more footsteps. Then a pair of fingers wrap over the top of your comic, lowering it to expose your face.

The boy seems somewhat in shock. You assume it's because you look like a total train-wreck. While he is thinking, you are not what he expected when His dad had told him a dangerous girl was bunking in block C. He thinks you are absolutely stunning.

"I'm carl." The boy-carl- says, very well hiding his smile.

"Y/N." You say, trying to avoid making eye contact with Carl, but ultimately fail.

You gaze up into his piercing blue eyes. You know you are going to regret it: one, because rick might smother you in your sleep for even looking at him, but two, you know you are never going to see anything such a unique and vibrant shade of blue as his eyes.

All his features put you in a trance: his icy eyes, his brown hair that sweeps to the right and forms his to face perfectly, his brown sheriff's hat sits perfectly on his head, his cute little nose, his slightly chapped, pink lips, and even the shape of his chin. His developing pecks and biceps and his freckles that are scattered about his face.

His lip twitches into a small smile before he turns to leave.
He stops in the doorway and looks at you.

"I'm not afraid of you, Y/N. Actually, I hope to be seeing more of you when that ankle heals up" carl says. And then the corner of his lip turns up into a smirk, exposing a dimple by his cheek and creating a small crinkle by his eyes.
And he exits your cell.

The moment plays over and over. You analyze every single one of his words. You think about the way your name rolls off of his tongue, and the way it sounds in his voice, the way his lip flipped into a smirk.

It's a moment you know you won't forget.