~Carl Grimes Imagines~

Let me go

I was walking down the rail road tracks with Rick, Carl and Michonne. It was just us, after the prison for over run, is four stuck together. I wasn't in a very good mood, sad actually. Really really sad. I missed my old life, I miss school. Oh god did I love school so much. I miss my friends and my family and my old house, which is probably stripped of its possessions. Michonne and Carl were playing a game on the tracks, Rick was leading the way and I was behind them all, walking by myself. I wasn't paying much attention to what I was doing and tripped over one of the rails and landed, hands first. "You okay?" Michonne asked, stepping off the tracks to help me up.
"I'm fine." I sighed and stood up, without her help, dusting myself off.
I could see Carl slightly laughing to himself. If I wasn't in such a bad mood, I would have laughed too. "You don't seem fine, what's up?" She asked me as we began to walk again.
"I miss my old life, my house and my family." I said sadly.
"So do I, I would give anything to be with my son." Michonne sighed.
"Where did you used to live?" She asked.
"Oak ville." I told her.
"Well you're in luck!" Rick yelled from ahead of us, "oak ville is just half a days walk away, wanna stop by?"

Instantly my eyes light up, some of my sadness went away. "Yes please." I called after him.

--- a few hours later ---
As soon as I spotted the familiar cream, two storey house, I ran like the wind to the front door. I pushed it open to find no walkers and only a drew thugs were taken from the living room. I smiled so widely my face could have split. I went over to the vanity and stared at the family picture in a frame. I picked it up, looking at it once again and put it in my back pack. The rest of our small group were in the living room. "Carl?" I called.
"Yeah?"
"Come with me." I jerked my head towards the stairs.
"Okay." He nodded and followed behind me.
We walked up the stairs and I stopped at the first door. "That was my older brothers room, you might find something you want in there."
I continued to walk until I came to my door, of course it was covered in various pictures and drawings of mine. I opened it and gasped. My bedroom was untouched. Everything was where it should be. Remembering something, I ran over to the bed and looked in my pillow case and there it was. My old sketch book. "This your room?" I heard a voice from behind me.
I smiled, "yeah, so many memories."

Carl took his hat off and placed it on my scarf hanger that was in the back of my door. "It's nice." He put his hands in his pockets.
My cheeks flared slightly, I had never had another boy in my room except for my brothers. I lay flat on the bed, letting my feet hang slightly off the edge, in a star like pose. Then an idea flashed into my head. "Wanna see if my shower still works?" I asked excitedly.
"You had a shower in your room?" His eyebrows raised.
I nodded, "That door isn't a closet, it's a bathroom."
I walked to it and opened the door, my bathroom only having a tiny bit of mouldy on the walls. I tests the shower to see it still worked, I turned around to Carl and did a little excited dance. "You can go first, I'll get some new clothes for you from my brothers room." I said, "towels are in the cupboard."
"But it's your house." He protested.
"Just have the shower, you smelly kid." I laughed.
I left the bathroom and shut the door.
As I sifted through my brothers drawers, I found a dark grey v neck and some black jeans that would fit Carl nicely. I then went through my drawers and found some leggings and a long sleeve shirt to wear. Once I heard the shower turn off I knocked on the door, "Carl? I found some clothes for you."
"Yeah okay." He said, opening the door.
All he had was a towel around him. Nothing else. I tried to look at his face but I felt extremely nervous. I handed him the clothes and he shut the door again. Okay, now I was sure I had a crush on him. He came out fully clothed and I then stepped in the bathroom to take my shower. The warm water washed away all the dirt and oil and grime off my skin. I felt amazingly clean. My hair was still slightly damp when I had finished putting my clothes on, my mirror slightly foggy. "Hey Carl? Wanna brush your teeth? I have spare ones in here." I called.
"Oh my god?! Really?!" He rushed through the door.
"Yup and toothpaste."

After we brushed our teeth, Carl and I just sat on my bed. I breathed our harshly and winced a bit, sometimes if I breathe in or out too hard I get punched in my ribs. "You okay?" He asked.
"Fine." I replied too quickly.
"If you say so."

More silence.
"You know how you said you have so many memories here?" Carl asked me.
"Yeah." I looked up at him.
"Wanna make another?"
"What-" I couldn't even finish my sentence before Carl's soft pink lips collided with mine.
I kissed him back, not even knowing what I was doing.

We switched from bottom lip, to top lip and back again multiple times, Carl hovering over top of me. We pulled away before any more could happen. "I really really like you." I said out of the blue.
Carl smiled and kissed my lips again, this time not as long.
"I really really like you too."