~Carl Grimes Imagines~

Negan- pt 1

Rick had us all assembled in the town church. I was sitting next to Maggie and Glenn. Those two were like my parents. And I loved them dearly. "Tomorrow we will be going to the saviours camp, we are gonna kill them all. This is how we eat. We have a deal with the hilltop, we help them, they help us. This is how we survive." He spoke.
I shifted in my position, a little uncomfortable with the thought of killing people, innocent or guilty. "We leave tomorrow morning, and I will discuss the plan when we get there. Not everyone has to go, but we need all the people we can get." Rick explained.
I simply stood up and left, people eyes could be felt boring into my back, drilling their way into my mind. Frustration over took me, I took my throwing axe from my belt and hurled it at a nearby tree, hitting it square in the middle. A hand touched my shoulder and I whipped my head around furiously, my hair flying in my face. He had a sad look on his face, "Are you okay?" He asked softly.
"Why does everything have to be solved by killing these days? I know it's for survival, but no one deserves to die, Carl." I said.
He said nothing, just pulled me into a hug, rocking us back and forth. This is why I need Carl, he's my best friend and he's there when I need him. "You don't have to go." He whispered.
I pulled away and looked him in the eye. (Only one eye hahahaha) "I'm going." I said sternly.
His face dropped and showed pure fear and worry. "No, please don't."
"I have to, I want to help. I'll go on watch if you don't want me to get hurt. I'll be safe. I'll be okay. If you don't want anything to happen to me then come with us." I pulled my ace out of the tree and huffed.
"No you can't go," Carl ran his hands through his hair, "please, I don't want you to get hurt. Please. Stay."
He looked in complete distress, eyebrows furrowed, eyes squinted and slightly teary. Carl really didn't want me to go. "Okay. I'll stay, for you." I sighed.
"Thank you." He said and pulled me in for another hug.
I hugged him back tightly, my chin resting on his shoulder. "Don't ever go." He whispered.
I realised in that moment how lonely Carl was. Yeah, he had his dad and the rest of the group, but we were the only kids at Alexandria now. Only us. That made me sad, the thought of only two children (not including Judith) to about fifty adults is frightening. "I'm here. I will always be here." I hugged him tighter.
"Come on, let's go do something not boring." I smiled, letting go of him, but keeping hold of Carl's hand.
His cheeks were tinted ever so slightly pink, him gazing at our hands. I sighed and dropped his hand from mine. He frowned a bit and stepped towards me, motioning for me to go. We made our way to his house that he stayed in, stepping through the White door frame and being greeted by Michonne holding Judith. "Hi." She said, smiling.
"Hey." Carl and I said at the same time.
I smiled to myself and walked over to see Judith. She reached out to me so I reached back to her with my finger. She took hold of it as if it was life itself. I loved Judith as if she were my own child, even though I'm only 15 years old. "Wanna go upstairs and play cards or something?" Carl interrupted my thoughts.
Judith gently let go of my hand, so I nodded my head.
Before going up the stairs, I put my axe on the kitchen bench. Carl was already upstairs, so I tiptoed my way up. "Im in my room, just setting up the game!" He called.
I stood in the doorway of Carl's bedroom, it was surprisingly clean. "What game are we playing?" Is asked him.
"What about..." He trailed off, thinking.
"Why don't we just talk?" I suggested.
"Yeah. Sure." Carl said.
I walked over and sat next to him on his bed, hands under my thighs. I swung my legs forward and back, letting my head fall to the side, my hair travelling with it. "What happened to your mum?" I asked softly, "I just want to know, it might help me understand you better." 
I looked up to him, he was playing with his hands, still thinking. "When the prison was full of walkers, we had to go in a boiler room. Me, Maggie and mum. She started screaming say that Judith was coming. But she wasn't. All that there was was blood. She told me that I can beat this world and to stays live. Maggie had to cut Judith out of her. I still have nightmares about her screams. She died just after Judith was born. I didn't want her to become one of them so I- I shot her. I shot mum." Carl said quietly.
"I'm sorry." I said honestly.

Silence withheld us. A comfortable, relaxing silence. "What about you? What happened to your family?" He asked me.
"They died when I was born. Car crash. Drunk driver. So yeah, I never knew them. People took me in and them gave me back to an orphanage like I was an old toy being passed on from child to child. I never really had a family." My brows furrowed.

"Oh." He said.
"Until now." I finished.
"What do you mean?"
"You guys took me in. You found me on that road and you helped me. You let me in your group. Maggie is like a mum, Glenn is like a dad, Daryl and Rick are my uncles. Carol is my Grandmother. Hershel was my grandad. And Beth was my sister." I explained.
"What about me?" Carl took off his hat, setting it on his pillow.
"I dot know, I haven't decided yet."
*+*+*+*
"Can I just stay the night?" I asked.
It was ten o'clock and my house was on the other side of Alexandria, so why not just stay here?
"Sure." He said, yawning.
I rested my head on the wall behind me. I was so tired, my legs were sore aswell. I lifted up my jeans to see my legs covered in purple, brown and yellow bruises. "Ew." I laughed.
"How'd you get them?" Carl asked, shuffling over so he sat infront of me.
I shrugged. "I've always got bruises, if I don't then somethings wrong. It shows that I do something around here."
He nodded and traced his fingers over them. It felt like my leg was healing while he did this, the tiny shots of electricity that ran through my leg after each time he moved his fingers across my skin. They danced inside me, trying to tell me something I had yet to realise. He got up to my knee and I jumped, laughing. "That tickles."
Carl smirked, jumping on me and tickling my sides. "No, stop, please!" I begged.
"No way!" He laughed, "this is fun."
"Stop P-please! I'm gonna wet myself!" I screeched in laughter. 
He stopped then, but he still sat on my legs, staring at me. "What?" I asked, "Take a picture, it lasts longer."
"You won't be as beautiful." Carl said.
"What?" This time I said it with pure confusion.
Carl leaned down and our lips touched, sending the familiar electricity through my body that happens ever time he touched me. My heart is thudding against my chest, I've never in my life kissed anyone. How do I do it? He lead the way, showing me what to do by guiding my face with his hands. Carl pulled back by centimetres and touched our foreheads and noses together. I was breathing heavily, my heart still thudding and racing. "I needed to do that. Before anything happens to you." He said.
I looked in his ocean blue eye and smiled. "I like you Carl, I like like you." I confessed.
*+*+*+*
I fell asleep that night in his arms, his scent lulling me to sleep. But I knew tomorrow that I would be leaving him. Even though I promised him, I'm still going to help Rick, I needed to give back to this group that made me feel at home.

I woke up early the next morning, carefully getting out of bed and padding out of the house to Ricks campervan where everyone was waiting. "You coming too, (y/n)?" Rick asked.
"Yeah, you have done so much for me, so I'll do this for you." I said, loading my gun.
He nodded his head and everyone got in the cars.

I looked out the back window as we left Alexandria. As I left Carl.
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So here's part 1 hope you liked it, I'm going to write another part soon but yeah, have fun. Vote, and share pls. Thanks x