Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Death of a Bachelor (Marriage Fluff) *Part One*

April 30th- My Two Year Anniversary on Wattpad

I think I'm going to start writing in first person more, it's hella easier (if you don't like it, comment. I'll change back to second.)

Also, high five for the P!ATD reference.

I've been waiting for this sensational day since I was five years old.

The day I'd get married.

Of course I thought it'd be a wedding fit for royalty, but under the circumstances of today's world, I'd never accomplish that. However, I will be marrying my very own knight in shining armor. Fuck the prince.

Maggie and I sit together in my room while she brushes my hair, "Honey, marriage is something beautiful. I mean, look what it gave me," she looks over at little Hershel, his little smile radiating unconditional happiness.

I smile to myself while Maggie looks at him with pride practically spilling from her pores. Her hands run through my hair, and she looks back to my reflection in the mirror, "Okay, what shall we do with this?"

She lifts a chunk of my hair, and lets it fall back down. I shrug, "Whatever you want really. I'm not sure what I prefer. Just casual, or maybe something like this," my hands run through my hair so it's how I picture it.

Her face lights up, "I have an idea, honey."

She brings the brush up to my hairline, and brushes all of my hair back. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of the plastic bristles lightly running against my scalp. The humidity makes the hairs stick to the back of my neck.

She pulls it up, and the cool air relieves my skin. Her hands do magical twists and turns, and my head of hair looks absolutely gorgeous. It isn't too casual, but looks naturally majestic.

"Wow, (Y/N). You really are a beauty, darling," Maggie sighs.

Tears swell up, and my vision turns fuzzy. My mind flashes through everything that has happened the last few years of the apocalypse. Everything between losses to gains. How wonderful this moment is, my brain purposely drowning in.

"I love it. I can't believe this is actually happening. I'm going to start a family, Maggie. An actual family."

Michonne pokes her head in, "Carol fixed your dress. It's ready."

My face heated up and my smile widened. This is really happening. Michonne looks at my reflection, "Absolutely beautiful."

Even Hershel claps and smiles. Maggie laughs to herself as she touches up minor details. Rosita rushes up the stairs, "Let me see! Let me see her!"

She busts through the door and gasps, "¡Tan hermosa! So beautiful!"

My cheeks radiate heated joy, and my eyes tear up water droplets that contain a mixture of emotions. What is this feeling? I've never felt it before? Is it... is it pain? No, it can't be. Do I want to do this?

Of course I want to do this. Maybe it's just all happening at once? That must be it. I must be overwhelmed.

Everyone assumes they're tears of joy, so they just sit back and grin. I lightly dab the wetness away from my cheeks, then Michonne rises from the seat next to the bed.

"I think it's time to put it on."

I nod, and walk as fast as possible without people noticing that I'm extremely excited to put it on. Carol stands in front of the dress, as if her frame could possibly hide the gorgeous gown that'd be on me within minutes.

After ten minutes of squeezing, zippering, multiple sighs in defeat, and staring at my reflection for three and a half minutes, I was officially in the dress. Goddamn, there definitely is a stunning sight in the mirror.

I am a stunning sight in the mirror. My face was glamorous, and I couldn't believe it. The last time I felt this good, I was going to my middle school dance with my (probably now deceased) best friend. Now, I'll be marrying my current best friend, my new husband.

Carol comes around to the front of me and wipes tears from her cheeks, "Oh how much you have grown since the beginning. I remember when you and my little Sophia would play for hours. The great big light of any bad situation. Now you're going to be married. You're gonna start a family."

I turn around to face everyone. They all have huge cheesy smiles on their phenomenal faces. I breathe in, lift my head, slowly breathe out, and smile.

"I think I'm ready."

Sorry this one is a bit short, I really just needed to get this out. There will be a part two to this, but I must ask...  should it be in Carl's point of view?

Also, do you guys like the first person better? Or should I change it back to second?

One more thing, thank you all for making these two years on Wattpad worth it, let's make an imaginary toast to two more.