Chandler Riggs//Carl Grimes IMAGINES

~Carl~

As you guys know. I am the only imagine that bases a chapter off a GIF. Like gifs are my thanggg. Each gif is a certain moment in the story. So question is, do you guys want me to put a little note where the Gif is taking place or are you guys just figuring it out? Please answer!

Carl and Patrick walk side by side as they pace along the cell balcony.

"I really wish there were some girls around here. I mean, our age, ya know? Lizzie and Mika don't really count." Patrick says, trying to spark a conversation.

But the topic gets carl thinking. He doesn't want any girls around unless they were his girlfriend, Y/N. They were together before shit hit the fan. They were surviving in his house with his parents for a while but one day, he woke up and she was no where to be found. And it broke carls heart. He was in love with her, and he knows he always will be.

"Carl?" Patrick nudges Carls arm with his elbow, trying to snap carl from his dazed silence. "Huh? What?" Carl says, startled.

"I just asked a question." Patrick said.

"Sorry, what was it?" Carl ask.

"If you could have one wish to have anyone here with you, who would it be. Like, a girl." Patrick restates.

"Why even think about it? This world is not a wish granting factory." Carl states, somewhat rudely.

"Listen man, I didn't mean to push your buttons. I was just trying to lighten the mood a bit." Patrick says, trying to calm carl slightly.

"I know but I don't want to talk about my girl right now." Carl says, turning to walk away. "Your girl?" Patrick questions.

Carl stops in his tracks, taking a deep breath before responding. "Yeah..."

"Want to talk about it? I'm here for you, buddy." Patrick says softly.

"Uhm. I-I guess." Carl says hesitantly, realizing that he can't hide from this forever. He thinks about her everyday, someone was bound to find out the reason for his despair.

They sit on the bottom bunk in carls cell.

"What was her name?" Patrick asks.

"Y/N." Carl responds. Even saying your name hurt his heart.

"Well, I never had a girlfriend. The girls at my school thought I was a nerd so I never got to know them. What was she like?"

"That's a long description. I mean, she was all I have ever looked for in a girl. She was perfect, and she was mine. She was absolutely gorgeous. She was the sweetest, funniest girl I have ever met. And she even played video games with me and my friends. She was so caring. And her smile, gosh, her smile was stunning. God, I was so in love with her. I always pictured us getting married but, I guess now, we won't get that chance. I carry this around with me everywhere I go." Carl explains, pulling a picture out of his pocket.

It's a picture slide from a photo booth. It's a bit crinkled and has slight water damage but it never leaves carls side.

The top picture is of you two making silly faces.

The next, is you two smiling at each other.

The third, is you two kissing.

And the last is you leaning against him. But as you look at the camera, he looks at you and smiles. The way he looked at you, he was so happy, he wanted you with him always and forever.

"She's pretty." Patrick states, looking at the pictures.

"Yeah. Can we stop talking about it now?" Carl asks, subtly wiping the oncoming tears threatening to spill over his eyes.

"Sure man." Patrick says, patting carls back.

"Wanna go outside? They are cooking lunch." Patrick suggests. Carl nods.

***

Carl sits on top of a lunch table, ignoring the plate of food next to him as he stares his pictures. He missed you so much.

"There's someone at the gate!" Carl heard maggie shout.

Rick races past carl, who paid no mind to the situation. He waited to hear the gunshot of his father killing the intruder.

***

Carl continues to stare down at the pictures when rick returns.

"Hershel, we need some help here. She's injured." Rick commands.

Carl completely blocks out their conversation.

"Rick, you can't just let her in. She could be dangerous." Michonne states.

"Don't worry, she is a family friend." Rick smiles, putting his hand on the girls shoulder.

"What's your name, honey." Hershel asks kindly.

Carl has tuned into the conversation, but continues to ignore them and keeps his head down.

"Y/N." The girl answers.

Carls head shoots up. (GIF)

At first he thinks he heard incorrectly, but then he sees you.

"Y/N?" Carl asks, his voice is shaky.

"Carl? Oh my god...carl!!" You shout, tears welling up in your eyes.

Carl races toward you and engulfs you in the biggest embrace. He tucks his head in the crook of your neck.

You hear the soft sobs escape his lips and you begin to cry. You thought you would never see him again.

"I missed you Y/N. I've missed you so much. I love you." Carl says into your shoulder. You can feel his warm breath on your neck.

You never want to leave his arms. You feel so safe. You needed him. The time you spent apart was horrid. You are eager to explain to carl how you survived and why you left in the first place. Well more like, taken.

"I love you." You whisper, and he squeezes you tighter.

"I need you, Y/N, please don't leave me again." Carl says, not letting you out of his arms, not wanting to.

"Never." You say.

Carl puts his hand on the back of your head, running his fingers trough your hair. His other hand rubs up and down your back, for this feels like a dream, and even if it is, he wants to feel you for as long as he can before he wakes up. Having you back in his arms is the best feeling in the world. There are no words to describe how he feels. And even if he is dreaming, he never wants to wake up.

Luckily, this is too real.