Chandler Riggs//Carl Grimes IMAGINES

~Carl~

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE!

"Carl...wait!" You shout to him, as you limp about 20 paces behind.

You have both just escaped the most devastating event since the breakout. The loss of the prison. It was all you had, all you had known for the past three years.

You lost your home, your people and maybe even your relationship.

You have no idea who survived the invasion. You know for certain that some people didn't. Especially when they died right before your eyes, their lives taken by the Governor.

"Carl, please." You beg as he marches ahead.

"Carl!" You use your strength to yell to him as he angrily marches ahead. You understand his anger, he lost everything, just like you, maybe more. He knew the prison first, he lost his friends, his family and the last Grimes he knew... His father. And it's your fault.

"You know what? If you... Won't stop, then you can go without me." You manage to say, out of breath. You took quite the beating during the raid.

You turn on your heals and start to head in the opposite direction.

"Wait." You hear carls raspy voice call after you.

You turn around in an annoyed manner.

"I'm sorry, alright? Come on, just a bit farther and we can take shelter." Carl says, looking into your eyes, softening his gaze.

"Can't we stop now? That house is as good as any." You say, pointing to a large white house.

Carl looks at the house and then back at you. He sighs and nods.

"Alright, come on. Careful." He says, putting his arm around your waist to steady you.

***

"Here, eat somethin'." Carl says, handing you a bag of cereal that is 3/4 gone.

You smile as a thanks and slowly begin to eat it. You are weaker than you have ever been. It's a struggle to even hold your head up.

***

"Come on, we should get some sleep" carl says. He has taken care of you today. He has done his best at cleaning your wounds and has made sure you received proper rest.
And honestly, you feel completely guilty. You feel guilty because you are watching as his emotions are slowly tearing him apart. He is trying his best to put on a brave face for you, but he is suffering.

You watched his father get killed before your very eyes, and what's worse? Is that you could have stopped it. But you stood by and let it happen. It wasn't intentional, your emotions got the best of you, prevented you from taking action.

You lay on the living room couch, staring up at the ceiling, engulfed by the darkness around you. Carl sleeps in the arm chair across the room. He insisted that you take the couch.

You begin to hear quiet sobs. You turn over and you just just barely make out carls figure. His knees tucked to his chest and his head buried in his hands.

"Carl?" You whisper.

He sniffles and clears his voice.
"Oh. Uh. I didn't know you were awake." He says, startled.

"Oh I'm sorry. Wanna come over here?" You ask, wanting to comfort him.

He gets up and the floor boards creak with his every step. He sits next to you and cries onto your shoulder.

"I-I'm scared." He says between tears.

"Me too." You say, fighting back tears to be strong for him.