~Carl Grimes Imagines~

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Carl and I had made our way to the forest, just to chill and get away from Alexandria. I was reading a book called 'To kill a mocking bird' that I had read a hundred times over. I think Carl was reading a comic, not sure which one. "Whatcha reading?" I asked, leaning over to see. 

I heard him sigh, "Superman." He said in a boredom voice. 

I frowned to myself and shuffled over a bit, giving him space. We heard a twig snap off in the distance and both our heads snapped up, I got up from where I was sitting and stood behind Carl. He pulled out his gun, kneeling. "What is it?" I whispered. 
"It's just Michonne and Spencer." He replied. 
"What are they doing?" 
"I don't know, walking." He sighed again. 

I was starting to think that maybe he didn't like me, in any way, shape or form. Carl sat back down, continuing to read. "Carl?"

"Yeah?" He didn't even look up. 

"I don't think I want to come out here anymore." 

Carl, for the millionth time, sighed out of annoyance and put his stuff away, "Okay." He said, not facing me and walking off. 
I walked a few meters behind him. I heard groaning and shuffling, a walker. Carl noticed it too and whistled. "What are you doing? You could get hurt!" I told him, but he kept walking. 
When the walker appeared more, I realized it was Deanna, tears brimmed my eyes and I let them fall, my lip quivered and a ragged sob escaped my mouth. "No." I sobbed. 
Carl took a step closer, "Here, come here!" 
"Carl!" I yelled out of anger, "Kill her or leave her, don't torment it, she doesn't deserve it!" 
Yet again he ignored me. "Carl!" I said, grabbing his arm, my tears still dribbling down my cheeks. 

It was only then that he took in any of my existence, but it was negative. 

"Let go!" He yelled, the fire in his icy blue eyes raging. 

"No, come on! Please!" I was now begging him, great. 
"You said it yourself, you don't want to be here, so go home!" Carl shoved me away, making me fall over. 

I now had a teeth chomping Deanna on top of me, trying to get to my throat. Carl kicked her off me and spat next to my body on the ground. A horrific pain erupted from my thigh. I grasped it with my hands, seeing my hunting knife stuck in my leg. I looked around for Carl, but he was long gone now. That uptight, stupid boy has now left me for dead, and spat next to me. I started to cry even more, he really didn't like me, was I trying too hard? If you haven't quite got the message yet is that I really like him, a lot.  

I rolled over on my side and cradled my leg, biting my lip to get through the pain. I knew I was loosing blood because I started to feel sleepy, but I fought the urge to fall asleep. I must have gone half unconscious because I was shook awake by someone or something. It was Carl and I could see he was freaking out a bit. "Oh thank god! I thought you were dead!" He said, putting his head in his hands. 

"Well thanks to you, I might have been!" I yelled. 

"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" He pleaded. 
"I tried so hard," I shook my head, "I tried so hard to be friends with you, but you just get annoyed with me, I'm sorry if I smothered you, but when you have no other kids your age you don't have a choice! If you don't like me then why don't you hang out with that weird Enid girl!" 

"Just-" He paused. 

"Just what?!" I exclaimed.

"Just, Just shut up!" He yelled. 
This sent me over the edge, I yanked on the knife in my leg, pulling it out and ignoring the blossom of pain. Carl looked at me in awe. I got up, having a bit of trouble, dropping the knife and slowly limped away, pure anger keeping me from screaming in pain. He didn't even follow me. I screamed and punched a tree, throwing a full on hissy fit. I returned to walking and my arm was raised and put over someones shoulders. Of course it had to be him. It's always him. 

I stopped walking, putting some of my weight on him, but carrying most of my own. "I'm sorry." He said. 
I ignored him, putting less weight on him again. "Just lean on me, you can open your wound even more." He sighed. 

We started to walk again, letting him pull me along, me still ignoring him. "Can you please say something?" Carls' eyes really did look sorry. 

"Why?" I said.

"Why what?" His brows furrowed. 

"Why did you ignore me, then leave me for dead?" I said angrily.

"I- I don't know." He gave in, "I don't know, but I would never do that, so I don't know why I did." 

"Of course you don't." I growled. 

I heard him sigh sadly, then he stopped walking. He stood there, looking at me. 

Carl grabbed the sides of my face and intertwined our lips, each of us massaging eachother. 

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