~Carl Grimes Imagines~

especially yours.

"Glenn? Can I please borrow your guitar?" I asked him on the front step of Hershals house.
"Yeah sure, you play?" He nodded to the guitar.
I nodded and picked it up, walking over to a tree a little bit further away.

I sat down, leaning my back on the oak. I took a deep breath before playing one of my old favourites, how by daughter. 
In the midst of playing, I heard footsteps behind me. I stopped playing and turned around. "Oh, don't stop playing. I was liking it." I sighed, it was only Carl.
"You scared me." I said quietly.
"Sorry bout that." He laughed, sitting infront of me.
I smiled and continued to play. I enjoyed his company, alot. Well actually I just enjoyed him. Just Carl and his ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in. You could say I had a little crush on him, okay yeah, a BIG crush on him.

Suddenly, I heard a growl behind him. I stood up,  as did Carl to find a walker heading straight towards us. "I don't have my knife." He said.
"Me neither." I shook my head.
My eyes lit up at an idea and I rushed towards the rotting price of walking meat and swung my guitar at its head, it's black blood splattering everywhere.
"Aww, your guitar." He sighed.
"Carl, I think a life is far more important than a guitar. Especially yours." I muttered the last part.

Carl's head shot up, looking at me with disbelief in his eyes. "What?" I sighed, "let's go."
I started to walk away when Carl grabbed my arm. He turned me around to face him. "Why did you say that?" He asked 
"Say what?" I lied.
"Especially me." Carl let go of my arm.

I stayed silent for a while. "Because if you died, I don't know what I would do." Then I turned around again.
Carl stopped me again, whipping me around and engulfing me in a hug. Of course, I hugged back, taking in his scent of sweat and grass.