Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine: Same Person, Different Place

This is going to be a different style than what I'm used to writing... They will be the OC's (YOU) diary/journal entries. These will be in the first person POV, but still be from Y/N.

~ The Author

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Monday, May 6th, 2015

Everything is so new here. The sky always seems to be a light blue, unlike the dingy grey clouds that hung over us out there. The houses...I've never experienced anything like it in my life. They aren't houses anymore, they're mansions. I still can't believe I'm living in one now. After years of survival, years of pain, loss, and suffer, it's as if I'm being rewarded with a treat. A treat I may have never respected if the end of the world hadn't come.

The people were so nice to us once we came in, although not everyone approved of us new-comers. It's a whole society built inside walls that save us from death. How brilliant. Who wouldn't be attracted to this lavish style of living once the world beyond us turned to shit?

There are kids here my age, and I don't know if I should call it a fortunate surprise. Have these kids been here since the start? Do they even know what it's like to feel hunger, the untamed animal that can awaken inside you? To crawl into the next day with a broken leg but still have to wield a knife with all of your might? To screw exhaustion and fight for survival? I'm worried none of them will know what it's like. I'm worried nobody will understand me, and I'll be in the same exact spot as where I started. Alone.

Not everything is at a negative. There's water, and not just for drinking. This type has an option: hot or cold, but for me, it's hot or boiling. I could never understand before how a shower could bring someone so much joy... I guess I just never appreciated it enough.

I-- wait. There's a knock at the door. Mom will never get it, so I have to go downstairs to see. I'll be back afterwards. I promise.

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Tuesday, May 7th, 2015

Sorry I never exactly got back to you. There were other things to attend to at the moment. But now that I'm back in my room, what the hell?

I hadn't even seen the boy that came knocking on my door last evening until it happened. He said he was Rick's son. The boy of the man who let us stay in this place called Alexandria. Unfortunately, I hadn't thanked Rick personally, but I'll do that later.

Anyways, the boy's name was Carl. Carl Grimes if I remember correctly. He had a sheriffs hat covering his dark hair that reached his shoulders, a clean set of casual clothing, two eyes that matched the color of the sky, and a gun that rested in the holster on his belt. Quite intriguing if you asked me. He sort of has this... Vibe, per say. He gives me the feeling that he's a man in a child's body. A boy who had to grow up too fast. Maybe that was what had me hooked. He reminded me of myself.

Carl was sixteen, my age. He had said that he wanted to give me a tour of Alexandria since he was part of the... Committee? Well, it was in his doing to show me the places of the society. I'd politely declined his offer of Mom joining. She wouldn't have gone.

Carl took me to where the "school" would be taking place, but I didn't see how it would matter. Even though we weren't eighteen yet--which was the age when we didn't have to attend--what was the point of academics anymore? Since when did getting a good grade on a test fit in anymore with surviving? He took me there anyways. It's a damn good thing I don't remember how we got there.

He told me about the schedules, the jobs that went on in Alexandria. I payed attention closely, trying hard not to become too lost within his eyes. Did you know not all of the blue in his eyes are all the same shade? Of course not. I've only zoned out on what he was saying once, too long ago to remember what exactly that shade contrast was.