Chandler Riggs//Carl Grimes IMAGINES

~Carl~

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You have been at the prison for 3 days. Unfortunately, those three days have been spent staring a concrete wall in your cell.

No one has interacted with you since you arrived. Although, you hear much discussion about whether you are allowed to stay or not.

You hope that they will let you, you can't stand being out there and you can't stand being alone. Your dad was killed two days before you wandered to the prison. Your mom was never around much before the world went to shit.

It was so hard for those two days. After watching him get ripped to shreds and then having to put a bullet in his head, it took a tole on you. Your father always brought you the food, so you starved for two days. You walked all night long, unable to find a place to sleep. When you saw living people in the prison, you thought you died and went to heaven, but it's been torture living there.

It's solitary confinement, but on the other hand, it's better than being out there.

Although you haven't seen much of the people living in the prison, you have seen one face. A boy. About your age, 13 or so.

He walks by your cell exactly 6 times a day, you have kept track. You are starting to wonder if he does it on purpose.

***

It's that time again, when carl walks by your cell. You wonder how he manages to do it at almost the exact time, every time.

"Hey." You say as he walks by. You would really like to talk to someone other than yourself.

He pauses in front of your doorway.

"Hi." He says. He seems confident, and by no means shy.

You don't know how to continue the conversation, you didn't think you'd get this far.

"I'm really sick of being in here." You say.

"Don't worry. I talked my dad into letting you stay. It's not like you are held in here ya know, you can come out." The boy says. You wonder who his father might be.

You look down at your lap and fold your arms over your chest.

"Uhm, you don't have to come out if you don't want to. I got some comics to read if you want to borrow them." The boy says. You can't really make out his features in this light. The sun is setting and there is a candle on a bedside cabinet.

You nod, wanting something to read.

The boy comes back a minute later with an hand full of comics.

"Here ya go." He says, setting them next to you on the bed.

You search through the pile and pull out the one that looks the most interesting.

'Marvel avengers'

"Wanna read with me?" You ask.

The boy smiles and sits next you. Almost too close. Your thighs touch and you can feel the body heat radiating off of him.

"That's a good one." He states.

You look over at him. You can see his features better now. He has icy blue eyes that are purely stunning, his hair comes just below his eyebrows but it flipped to the side. He has a cute little chin and nose. And his lips are pink and oddly, not chapped.

"I never got your name." The boy says as you read.

"Y/N, what's yours?" You ask.

"Carl. Carl grimes. My dad is the guy that found you." Carl says.

"Oh." You say. The man that rescued you kind of frightened you.

"Yeah I know he seems kinda scary. But don't worry, I'm nothing like him." Carl smirks.

You exhale through your nose and stifle a grin.

Carl can see that you are not amused by his attempted humor.

"So you know, that comic has some pretty intense fight scenes. You know what my favorite is?" Carl says, recovering from the awkward pause.

You look at him, wanted to know the answer.

He reaches over you, flipping through the pages slowly.

"Well, it's this really cool scene where iron man tickles the hulk." Carl explains.

"Tickles?" You question.

"Yeah, see? Right there." He points to a picture on the page.

You turn your attention to the comic and notice there is no such scene. But before you can question him, carls fingers tickle your ribcage.

"C-carl!! St-stop!!" You screech.

You laugh, as does he.

When he finally stops, he kneels above you on the bed. Your faces are inches apart.

You make eye contact before carl closes the distance and gives you a quick peck on the lips, lasting about a second.

He gets up an walks to the door, stopping in the door way and turning to face you.

Your fingers are placed on your lips, feeling the sensation of where his once were. You have never kissed a boy before.

"Sorry, not sorry." Carl says, shrugging, and with that, the side of his lip turns upward into a smirk. And then, he exits, leaving you to wonder about him.

#sorrynotsorry