Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Death of a Bachelor (Marriage Fluff) *Part Two*

Carl's Point of View

I quickly look over my sad tuxedo that the guys worked their asses off to get. Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely appreciative of all the work they put in to get me the pieces we didn't already have. My tuxedo consists of black jeans that are a bit too large, a white tee shirt, and a bow tie from a demolished Five Below.

The Plaza the Five Below was located in was completely overrun with walkers. They really tried hard to make this make-shift wedding work. But of course they grabbed some other stuff that wasn't either already taken or burnt to ashes.

A sigh escapes my lips, which are in need of Chapstick.

A knock interrupts my thoughts, and I turn to the noise. Michonne's head pokes through the door's opening.

"Hi mom."

Michonne smiles, "Hi Carl."

She walks in and sits down on the bed. Her eyes meet mine through the full body mirror in the corner of the room.

"She looks beautiful."

I roll my eyes and chuckle, "Don't tease me. I can't wait to see her," my knees buckle in excitement.

She laughs, "Oh my. Carl, you're lucky. That young woman marrying your ass? I never knew she was so patient."

I glare at her, then smile. My mouth opens in protest, but closes in defeat, "Yeah, whatever. I'm marrying a fucking Goddess, and I sort of can't wait for it."

"You really do love her," her smile widens, "It's actually kind of sickening."

I shoot a playful glare at her as she sticks out her tongue. She cackles.

"Will you stop distracting me? I'm trying to get ready."

She scoffs, "Well then, excuse me."

She exits the room and I laugh again at the conversation her and I just had. I love Michonne.

Daryl walks in after I'm dressed, and chuckles at my getup. I sigh, "If you want to ridicule my poor outfit, I'll hear it after the best day of my life. I don't want anything to ruin it."

Daryl slumps down into the chair by the bed, "It's just amazing how much you look like him."

My body loses the humor that was just rushing through it.

"They'd be so proud, Carl."

He gives me a smile, and I return one.

I turn to look back in the mirror, "I wish they were here for this. She would have loved seeing us get married, she's been thinking about it since (Y/N) and I had our first kiss in Dale's RV back in Atlanta. I wish dad was here, I wish he was here to give me a pre-wedding prep talk. I wish he was here for all of this. I wish they were here, and I wish they knew. I just want them to know."

Daryl grunts, "They know."

He gets up to leave, but stops with his hand on the handle, "I promise."

After five minutes of staring in the mirror and overthinking everything, I'm ready. I open the door to Daryl, Tara, Morgan, and Eugene sitting all together on two velvet couches. They look up, "I'm ready."

The walk over to the small church was very awkward. It wasn't a big gathering, hence the fact a lot of people were gone, but it wasn't small either.

When I enter, some people are talking, some are eating the food Carol and a few other people slaved away to make. So many people worked hard for this wedding. No matter what they did, big or small, it matters.

I look over to Father Gabriel, "Hey Father, can I ask a question?"

He smiles, "Of course, ask away."

I sigh, "When will she be out here? I really want to see her."

He smiles, "Soon, my good man. About ten minutes. I'll get everyone in their seats in five."

After an excruciating long five minutes, Father Gabriel asks everyone to sit, and five more long minutes later, I'm standing next to Father Gabriel, twiddling my thumbs.

The room goes silent, they know it's time. The doors swing open. Carol comes in first, looking wonderful. I peek over at Daryl, who's face had a lighthearted smile, a sight you never really see.

Then Maggie, Hershel's eyes brighten at the sight of his mother, it makes me want to cry. I hope to receive the gift of a child from her to us. I'm finally going to understand what it's like to have my own.

Michonne comes after, looking like a glowing Amazon. Michonne is my rock, my best friend, and my mom. She's been there for a lot, and I'm so happy she's here to see me now. I wish he was too, and that lone fact scared the shit out of me that I'll have to understand the loss of my love.

My stomach turns. Nobody else comes after Michonne. Did she leave? Did she bail out? Did she die? Where is she? Where's my wife?

Then, a light cascades the whole room. A light so bright, my eyes have to adjust to the beauty before me. The flower-like beauty of my wife. The overwhelming moment of seeing your love is so indescribable, I'm stopping here.

Each step she took, I was more in love. I didn't even know that was possible. Everyone's eyes were on her, except for herself. Her eyes were staring deep into me. She knows what I'm thinking, and she loves it.

She steps into my bubble, which is soon going to be called our bubble, and puts her hands in mine.

Father Gabriel clears his throat and begins the long vows we're not really paying attention to. We just ramble 'I do' and bask in each other's glory.

On our last 'I do,' she squeezes my hands. I squeeze hers back.

Father Gabriel wraps everything up with the long-awaited, "You may now kiss the bride."

My hands hold her face and my thumbs brush her temples. She closes her eyes as I pull her beautiful face closer to mine.

This kiss, the one of thousands we've exchanged, was by far the best. It was magical, and beats any other interaction I've ever engaged in. Her lips are so soft and gentle. Our lips fit together so correctly, all just feels perfect in this small world we've created in this moment.

We pull back in sync, knowing that we'll save even more passionate kisses for later.

Everyone stands and rejoices in claps and shouts of happiness.

However, despite the silence, the happiest ones here were our parents. I bet both of our parents are somewhere celebrating the start of a new family together. I just have to hope not only are the people here in this room are happy, but everybody we've ever come across are.

From my own dad to the governor. From the wolves to those menacing losers I barely knew from the prison. From my own wife to myself. I just hope everyone, no matter what they've done, are at peace today. On this glorious day.