Chandler Riggs//Carl Grimes IMAGINES

~Carl~

Grab your tissues everybody.

Today is your first run. Rick decided that he needs to teach you some basic skills, just in case something ever happened and you were alone. Being only 14, you didn't know much about survival. Your dad has always taken care of you.

Unfortunately, once you and your dad arrived at the prison, not two weeks later, your dad caught some fatal disease which spread through the prison like wild fire, killing over 20 people.

The loss of your father was soul crushing, you were forced to form relationships with the people at the prison. Rick has become a father figure and his son Carl, has become a loving boyfriend.

***

"You ready, kiddo?" Rick asks you.

"Yes sir." You respond. Carl comes racing down from his cell.

"Hey Y/N! I just wanted to wish you luck and I wanted to tell you to please be safe." Carl says, smiling.

"thanks carl, don't worry." You say. He looks at you and pulls you in for a hug.

"be safe, I don't know what I would do if I lost you." Carl whispers in your ear.

You smile but before you can turn to walk away, Carl grabs your wrist.

"here, take this. Its my good luck charm." He smiles, handing you a photo.

You smile because you remember taking the picture. Daryl had found you an old Polaroid camera on a supply run, so you and carl took some funny pictures with what was left of the film.

"thanks carl." You smile.

***in the car***

"Alright Y/N, this is just a simple run to a pharmacy. Remember what I told you about holding you gun and keeping a keen ear." Rick explains as he pulls into a parking lot.

"yup, safety off." You say as a verbal checklist.

You and rick patrol the aisles as rick loads supplies into a backpack.

"hey, come 'ere." Rick commands and you follow as he leads to the back of the store.

"what do you think is in there?" you ask as you both stand in front of a large grey door.

"more medicine." Rick says, reaching for the door knob.

"wait. There might be walkers." You say, somewhat afraid.

"Nothin' we cant handle." Rick says, slowly opening the door.

Rick peaks inside and a walker lunges at the door, causing you to jump back. Rick inserts the blade into its skull.

"see? Told ya it was nothin' to worry about." Rick says, slightly winded from the scare.

You nod your head, trying to calm your rapidly beating heart.

All of a sudden the door swings open, knocking rick to the ground.

"Y/N! help!" he cries, trying to hold the door shut with his feet.

You freeze. You stare at the rotting arms reaching through the slit in the door.

"Y/N!" rick shouts, snapping you from your daze. You look at him with pure fear in your eyes.

"hold the door!" Rick commands. And you shove your body up against the door, trying to prevent the walkers from getting in.

As rick is pulling himself up off the floor, you feel a rotting hand on your shoulder. The feeling causes you to jump away from the door, allowing the decaying monsters to gain access.

"RUN!" rick yells. Fear takes over your body and your mind fogs up.

You start to run but a hand grips your wrist.

"RICK!" you scream as your voice cracks. Rick turns around and his blue eyes widen. He races to your aid, killing the walker holding you back.

You start to run behind Rick but another walker grasps hold of your ankle and you fall to the tile floor.

Rick is too late to notice your cries for help, for the walker has already sunken its teeth into your calf.

"NOO!" rick screams. He reaches for your hand, but the mass amount of walkers are pulling you back.

Through your agonizing screeches, you manage to pull the picture out of your pocket and toss it ricks way.

You sheer volume of your screams penetrates ricks ears, causing tears to well up his eyes. Its too late, he cant save you.

"Get out of here!" you yell to him. he stares at you for moment in complete shock before taking off towards the exit.

***back at the prison***

"dad?!" carl shouts, coming out of his cell, excited to see you.

"Son... we need to talk." Rick says, trying to cover the brokenness of his voice, but carl can read the pain filled expression on his fathers face.

"dad... wheres Y/N?" carl asks in a quiet tone.

"sh-she saved me, carl. Its my fault. There were so many. She was bit, carl." Rick manages to say, pulling the bloody picture out of his pocket and handing it to carl.

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Carl's head sinks and the tears begin to stream down his face. "No, th-this... Y/N..." he says, the sadness overcoming his body.

Carl looks down at the photo in his father's outstretched hand. It's covered in your blood.

He takes it from his father and flips it over, wondering if you even saw the message he wrote on the back. Carl is glad that he at least had the chance to say goodbye, most people don't get that luxury.

On the back of the photo, in sloppy penciled handwriting, it reads:

'I love you. Be safe.'