Imagines - Chandler Riggs and Carl Grimes

#5 - Bad days end good • Carl (requested)

A/N *Warning* This contains harsh language so if that bothers you don't read. But I bet you will lmao. Anyways this is for Bella_sett Hope you enjoy!

Bella's POV

"Bitch."

"Asshole."

"Idiot."

"Moron."

"Can you just shut up Bella!" Carl yells viscously, looking back and glaring at my figure.

"You started it!" I yelled, an echo being created through the thick forest that's populated with walkers. "You're the one who called me a name first."

"Yeah because we wouldn't be on this trap check together if it wasn't for you causing that stupid fight. Now we're here. Alone. Like all our punishments are." He huffed, continuing to walk.

"I didn't cause that fight, it was you. I remember!" I fought, thinking back to our fight we had earlier today.

//

I sat outside the prison, drawing a picture of the guard tower, my blue gaze switching back and forth from the guard tower to the sketch book that layed carelessly upon my lap. This had always been my favourite activity to do during my free time, if I wasn't killing walkers or going on runs, I'd be drawing. Of course I'd also fight with Carl, mostly because he starts it, like usual.

I draw the little railing that's around the platform of the guard tower, and moved on to the grass and barbed wired fences, since I had finished sketching the tower. I sketched in an upwards motion, making the long grass. I started the barb wire, examining the patterns of it before retuning to the sketch.

"I don't get why you always draw. It's stupid." Someone spits from behind me, me knowing who it is exactly, but I turn my body around, wanting to see his face.

Carl.

I'm gonna have to admit, as much as I hate to, he's super attractive. I don't like thinking that, but I can't help it. His hair that flows perfectly the right way. His vibrant blue eyes, that I can never seem to get enough of. His smile, which I don't see often, but enough to love it. His sheriffs hat complements him perfectly, sitting on top of his dark hair.

"Why are you staring at me?" He asked harshly in a confused manner.

"I wasn't." I lied, going back to my sketch and continuing the barbed wire. "And drawing isn't stupid. Comics are." I lied again.

Comics aren't stupid. I love them really. I don't tell anyone though, just so I have something to say against Carl when he says drawing is stupid. I often find myself stealing comics from his cell, and returning them without him noticing. He would kill me if he found out. I'm not even allowed one step into his cell.

"Yes you were. You were staring at me. And comics aren't stupid. Your drawings are stupid." He says, still not giving up on why I was staring at him, but continuing the fight we started by insulting my drawings.

"My drawings aren't stupid Carl, I bet I can draw way better than you can." I say with sass, standing up, abandoning my sketch pad on the grass, letting my hands fall into place on my hips.