~Carl Grimes Imagines~

Death is Escapable, but is inevitable.

I watched in horror as walkers ploughed through the fallen wall of Alexandria. I stumbled and tripped as I clambered over things to get to a house to stay in. I had to find Carl. I had to know he was okay. I saw Rick sprinting for another house so I followed him, "Rick!!" I screamed.
"(Y/n)! Come on!!" He yelled back.
As I was running, a crawler grabbed my ankle, making me fall over and hit the concrete, knees first. An almost agonising shot of pain travelled up my body, telling me I had injured something. I angrily stabbed the creature and got up, grunting.

I ran into the house and slammed the door, locking it and sliding down the wood to the linoleum floor. My knees felt like fire, blood starting to seep through my pants. "Rick? Carl?" I called.
No answer. Damnit! I must have gone into the wrong house. I looked out of the window to see where they were. Sure enough, they were in the house across the street. Walkers were against the door, nearly caving it in. I could see Carl's face through one of the Windows, at least he was safe. Wait. No he wasn't.

I opened up the door and screamed, trying to get the walkers attention. "Hey! Hey! Over here stupid limpers!"

Carl's head turned towards me as the walkers turned their heads to me. He yelled but I couldn't hear him. "Over here! Yeah! Follow me!" I yelled.
Carl banged on the door. The walkers now had all attention on me. I hadn't thought this through. I was now surrounded, cornered against the wall of a house. I took out as many as I could, but I was now out of breath. A walker was about to lay it's teeth in my appetising flesh when they all started to go down one by one. I could hear machine guns from behind me. I looked up and there he was, Abraham and Daryl shooting all the walkers. Carl ran out of the house towards me. "What are you thinking?!" He yelled, grabbing my hand.
"They were gonna get in." I said as he pulled me into a nearby house.

"I could've lost you." He said.
Carl wrapped his arms around me, as I did to him.
"I'm sorry." I said through tears, "I didn't want them to get in."
We stayed hugging until a huge bang erupted from the door. I turned around and looked out the window. "Let them in!" I yelled to Carl, "Carl let them in!!" I screamed.

Carl opened the door and Rick, Michonne, Deanna, Jessie, Ron and Sam spilled through the door, Judith in Rick arms. He shut the door forcefully and huffed in relief. His dad was okay. I gave him an 'are you okay?' Look. Carl nodded in response and walked over to his dad, rubbing Judith's back. I smiled slightly to myself, forgetting about the walker invasion for a second. "Carl, I think you should go check the garage to see if they're getting in there." Michonne said, pointing to the garage.
He nodded. Stepping forward, I said, "I'll go with him."
Carl nodded and we went down the hall way and into the garage. Ron followed is too. "Hey, Ron? Could you please hand me that plank of wood?" I asked him.
No reply. Just a click. I turned around and I had the barrel of a gun pointing straight at my head. Instinctively, I took a step back. "Nobody move, or else this bullet goes through your head." He snarled.
My breathing deepened and now I was hyperventilating. I saw Carl creep up on Ron, a finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet. All of the sudden, Carl swung the plank of wood at Rons head. It didn't knock him out, but it did knock the gun out of his hand. I ran and picked up the gun. Ron growled and lunged at me, pushing me into the windows and smashing the glass, making blood slowly drip down my forehead. Walkers started to grab my hair and I screamed. Carl pried him off me and flung Ron across the room, dragging me into the hallway. He then went back for Ron, who just tried to kill me. Walkers had now got through the windows, trudging their way towards us. Once Ron was in the hall way, we slammed the door shut, locking it. "You okay?" I asked Carl.
"I'm fine. You're not." He said, touching where the glass had cut me.
I flinched away because it stung and wiped some of the blood from my forehead. "Come on, let's get you bandaged up and then we'll worry about Ron." He said and took my hand, leading me into the living room.