Chandler Riggs/ Carl Grimes Imagines

Birthday

I smiled as my best friend, Arianne, smiled and tugged at my long, ombre colored braid.

"It's your birthday," she sang playfully, "And we're going to celebrate you."

I scoffed.

It sucked that I hated my birthday, but it was what it was.

The only problem was that my friends didn't understand that.

They always wanted to buy me gifts and throw me parties to celebrate, but it always made me sad. I always thought of how when I was younger, I never had a happy birthday.

I just collected my birthday money and put it in my little jar, saving for my trip to Paris.

"I don't want to be celebrated," I said, continuing our little walk back to my house after going shopping, to the café, more shopping, and a little more shopping.

Window shopping.

"We want to celebrate you. That's what birthdays are for," Arianne whined.

I shook my head, "They're normal days to me."

I started to pull out my keys to the front door when I noticed we were on my street and advancing my gated in fence.

"Anyways, I don't need anything special. Just my bestie and my boyfriend. I'll be fine."

I unlocked the door and Arianne frowned, "Are you calling Carl and I unspecial?"

I laughed,"Yep. You guys are the least special people on the planet."

"Ouch."

I rammed my body against my front door and finally got the old thing to open.

Even thought my parents and I had just moved into the house a little over three months ago, the house hadn't been completely renovated yet and we still had portions that just weren't up to being used.

"When are your parents going to fix that door?"

I shrugged, "When I finally get the rest of my ceiling."

Arianne laughed and I turned to turn on the lights when suddenly, I felt a hand touching my own.

I knew that my best friend had already left the small hall that led from the door to the living room, so I screamed bloody murder.

"Surprise," I heard from all around me.

With one hand clenching the fabric on my chest, I let out a small sigh of relief.

I looked around to see a couple of Arianne's friends from the neighborhood and my parents.

"Happy birthday," my mom said," I know we haven't been here a lot lately, but we both took the day off today to spend it with you."

I smiled, but inside, my heart was beating erratically.

"Are you okay?" Arianne asked me, suddenly wearing a birthday hat.

"Oh yeah," I said sarcastically, laughing slightly, "Because my heart is about to explode! Y'all scared me half to death."

"Aw," I heard from behind me, "That cute southern accent I haven't heard in four months."

I stopped and my smile faded away slowly.

This couldn't be happening. It just couldn't. You're just dreaming. He's in Georgia. You're in New York. Wake up.

"I'm real, darling," he said, stepping in front of me.

"Chandler?"

He smiled and I felt the tears well up in my eyes.

Chandler and I had started dating a little while before I moved to New York. Sadly, I was only seventeen and couldn't stay in Georgia, so I had to move away from my boyfriend and I hadn't seen him since.

Sure, we face timed and texted, but there was nothing like being able to physically feel a person.

Chandler leaned in and gave me a small peck on the lips and I pulled him into the tightest hug on the planet.

"I missed you so much," I sniffled in his ear.

How ladylike.

I felt the corner of Chandler's mouth rise against my ear," I missed you too, baby doll."

When we separated, I saw everyone around me, smiling at my happiness, and in that moment, I forgot why I hated my birthday so much.

Everything in the past seemed so distant now.

I understood that it's not about what happens on the day, it's about who you're with.

I had my parents, my best friend, my boyfriend, and all the other people that took the time out of their day to come celebrate the eighteenth year I have been walking this planet.

"Honey," my dad said, pulling me out of my thoughts, "It's time to open your gift."

I nodded.

I couldn't have asked for more than what I had right now, which was a good thing considering I figured a long while ago I wasn't getting money from my parents this year.

They were spending all they could to fix up the house which meant they didn't just hand out money anymore. The thing was, I was okay with it.

Shockingly, Chandler handed me an envelope and told me that he was sorry, but that was the only gift that everyone could get me

"It's fine," I replied, a humongous smile etched on my face," I couldn't ask for more than all of you being here with me anyways."

Everyone cooed at what I just said and I rolled my eyes in foax annoyance, proceeding to open the envelope.

"What is this?" I asked as two cardstock papers fell out.

"Those," Chandler said with a huge grin,"Are tickets to the one and the only city of love."

I allowed my jaw to drop,"These are to Paris?"

My parents noddd, "We all knew how much you wanted to go, so we all chipped in and got you the ticket."

I let out a small squeal, jumping into my parents arms, sqeezing tight.

In turn, I went around the room and hugged everyone who had made this possible for me.

Finally, I got to Chandler.

"Are you ready to see the lights with me?" he said, love lacing his words.

I sighed dramatically,"I thought I would be able to look at something pretty."

Chandler smiled as he pressed his lips against mine.

"I don't have to worry about that. The lights have nothing on my beautiful girl."

"I love you, Chan," I said.

"I love you too."

Topic: One of their birthdays

Corny... I know. I tried so hard to update for you guys. I wrote a chapter for the topic two days ago, and accidentally pasted something else over it. I got extremely fed up and refused to write it again, so I changed somethings and came up with this. It started as a TWD imagine on Carl's birthday, but ended like this....Hope it wasn't too bad.

Thank you for reading and voting and commenting and loving because I love all of you more than anything else. (Except my dogs. My babies come first. lol)

BUT THIS IS THE 50TH CHAPTER TO THIS BOOK OF IMAGINES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It feels like just yesterday that Lexie made this account.... speaking of which, I have no idea where she went...

I don't know. Last I heard, she was bouncing around from state to state, so we'll just hope for the best and hope she's okay.

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