Hey everyone. We haven't updated in.. a long while. There's been a lot happening and then we forget to do it honestly but don't worry we are back again at full force. We will be working on all of your requested imagines. We will be starting with the less intricate imagines to the more intricate.
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This is a Carl imagine for @Kittycat2214
(I'm basing this at the prison, I hope you enjoy.)
Autumn ran through the dense forest, small twigs cracking under her brown combat boots. She was breathing heavily, the walkers were catching up, no amount of running would save her from that. She hid herself behind a tree momentarily, she gripped her gun tightly and took a deep, shaky, breath.
"C'mon, Autumn," with a shaking hand she pushed a strand of her curly, dirty blonde hair behind her ear. "You can do this." She emerged from behind the tree and began running once more, this time, she had a tight grip on her gun, ready to shoot at any walkers that catch up to her.
She heard a deep growl from behind her, she swung around and shot at the walker that was getting ready to take a chomp. Although, she hit the shoulder instead. Hurriedly, she stumbled backwards and shot once more, aiming a clear shot at its head. She was successful this time, but more would be coming soon enough, and the gunshots weren't going to help. She wasn't going to make it.. or so she thought.
Suddenly, several gun shots rang out and a boy, about her age, slightly taller than her, appeared. A machine gun in his hands. "Come on!" The boy yelled. Autumn ran toward him, shooting at the walkers every once in a while.
"Let's go. I know somewhere safe we can go but we have to hurry." The two were now running beside each other, the boy whispered this to Autumn as they escaped.
"It's up there." The boy pointed to an enormous prison and Autumn's jaw dropped.
"I know," the boy smirked. "We cleared it out all by ourselves.
The two walked up to the prison and a giant gate opened, creaking. "Who's this?" A man ran up to Carl, gripping onto a gun in a holster.
"Don't worry! She's okay. I saved her from walkers." Carl exclaimed.
"What's your name?" The man asked.
"Autumn."
"Rick. And this is Carl." He pointed to the boy.
"How many walkers have you killed?"
"Uh.. too many to count." Autumn fumbled with her gun.
"How many humans have you killed?"
"None?"
"Why?"
"I've never needed to." She sighed.
"I'll need your gun. But you can stay here." Rick held his hand out for the gun. When she handed the gun to Rick, Carl gave her a tour and showed her to her cell.. or bedroom. Maybe there will be no more running for now.
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