Chandler Riggs / Carl Grimes Imagines

For AngelfromHell1246

For AngelfromHell1246
*she wears her SnapBack backwards, if any of you were wondering, which you probably weren't*

Micah's P.O.V.
I walk down the hallway, stopping at my locker to get my money and put my math books away. We got dismissed a few minutes early, so why not take advantage of it?

I put my math books away quickly and grab my phone and lunch money, shutting my locker and walking down the hallway for lunch.

"Thank you" I smile at the lunch lady when she hands me my tray, then I walk up to the cashier lady, telling her my lunch number and handing her my money.

I walk outside, squinting a bit, then keep walking to my lunch table. All of my friends are in English before lunch, so they always get dismissed late. I sit my tray down at the rectangular table, then turn myself around to where my back is resting on the edge of the table.

I pull out my phone, scrolling through Instagram while humming Therapy by All Time Low.

"Hey, I like your shirt." Someone says, causing me to look down at my shirt, then look up at the person. It's Chandler, the kid who's popular because he's on that zombie show.

"Thanks, but shouldn't you be with all your... Fans or friends or whatever you call them?" I ask.

"Well, aren't you a fan?" He asks. I squint back up at him, looking at all his facial features. This is the first time he's ever came this close to me, yet spoke to me.

"Of Rick grimes, yeah." I say, kinda hoping he will go away.
I always find a way to mess up conversations with people who I'm not comfortable being around.

"He's too old for you." Chandler smiles. He has an amazing smile.

"Never said I liked him that way." I smile up at him, still squinting.

"But you do." He smirks.

"Okay, fine. I'll admit it."

Chandler's P.O.V.
The only reason I came over here was because I heard her humming one of my favorite songs. I figured since she has good taste in music, she had to have good taste in movies and tv shows.

"My name is Chandler." I say, shoving my hands in my pocket.

"Micah" she smiles.

"So, Micah, can I sit here today?" I ask, hoping to keep the conversation going.

"I- I guess, as long as your friends don't come" she says.

"What did they do to make you hate them so much?" I ask, still looking down at her.

"I-" she sighs. "They're just not real friends..." She says, looking back down at her phone.

"I'll be right back. I'm gonna go get my lunch." I say, excusing myself.

I walk in the cafeteria and get in the lunch line. Today they were serving grilled chicken and rice. Okay, maybe I'm not that hungry...

I walk back outside to where Micah was sitting, to see her friends surrounding her. She throws her head back laughing. How do I already have feelings for a girl I just met?

"Hey, I thought you were going to get your lunch?" She says with a look of confusion.

"Nothing I liked" I say, taking a seat beside her at the end of her table.

"You want my pudding?" She smirks.

Okay so I know it isn't exactly what you asked for, but I hope you liked it