Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine: Die For You

Your heart thumped in your ears, vision as sharp as a silver blade. The adrenaline rushing through your body gave you strength you didn't know was held within you.

"Gah!" you grunted, your muscles aching from overuse. Carl was experiencing your feelings too, the pain and the rush.

Your feet slipped across the white tile ground, and the door, ever so slightly, kept creeping open for there was no lock to keep the dead away from you.

"What do we do!" You shouted, frantically looking around the room until your eyes stopped at Carl's. You felt a pang in your chest. He was afraid. The brave boy with eyes of the brightest blue was afraid. Him being afraid, it made you terrified, scared to do anything else except trying everything possible to save your lives.

"Run--you run, I can take them," he assured, his voice straining under the pressure. Your heart was punctured, you couldn't have him die for you, you both knew that he couldn't take down countless walkers, or outrun them when they were just a few inches behind you.

"What the hell, Carl? No way!" you shot his idea down in an instant. You loved Carl, and you knew he loved you. But never would you want him to sacrifice himself for you. "There's gotta be something around here to block the door!"

Frantically, you both searched, eyes taking in every single detail around you. Luck had not been granted though, for you and Carl were trapped in a pharmacy with shelves mounted to the cement of the ground. You let out a frustrated noise, cursing your decision to hide out in there.

"Y/N, I'm serious, go!" he urged you, his eyes growing wide and his voice gaining volume.

"Nice to meet you, Serious. But I am not leaving you here alone," you put as much force into your words as possible, wanting it to get in his head, make him understand how heartbreaking it sounded to you.

Your vision blurred, and you looked away, not wanting him to see the glass-like state of your eyes, or how the silent tears freely slipped down your cheeks. It wasn't fair. The run you had been on with the others, the trick that had been put on all of you.

Rick had vulnerably decided to trust a stranger that had stumbled upon Alexandria. With the society yearning for medical supplies, medicines, bandages, and syringes, and the stranger having to know a place close by to achieve those items, it sounded like a plan sent from Heaven. You should have known things were too good to be true.

You and Carl got separated from the group when you encountered a herd that came when Glenn accidentally tipped over a shelf, creating a noise that seemed louder than a gun shot.

And now, with both your backs pressed against the door, four boots sliding against the floor, and dozens of walkers clawing at the door behind you, a plan needed to be set quickly.

"Y/N," he spoke. You could tell he was trying his hardest to soften his voice, but from the squeezing of his eyes and the clenching of his jaw, his gentle voice was lost. "I don't want you dying. Just leave!"

You rubbed your tears on your shirt just before Carl managed to push you out of the way, leaving all the weight onto him.

Immediately, you pushed against it with both arms, becoming furious with Carl. "I don't need your chivalry, Carl. I need you alive and I need us back at Alexandria!"

"Y/N, wait." he pauses, staring at the ground with wide-eyes, as if he's made a discovery. "I have an idea."

Your hopes jolted. It was something. If it was an idea that involved you and Carl both making it out of the pharmacy without being bit or scratched, you would leap for it.