Imagines - Chandler Riggs and Carl Grimes

#6 - Sammie • Carl (requested)

A/N This is for SammieRiggs Sry for such a long wait. Hope u enjoy! And also sry for the name. I had no idea what to name this. Lol

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Sammie's POV

I trekked through the forest, my black vans crunching twigs and different coloured leaves, and I look around at my surroundings, holding onto my dagger, that was given to me by my Uncle, tightly. A soft sigh releases my chapped lips as my legs become weak and sore from the amount of time I've been walking. I stop my walking pace, placing my shaky hands on my knees, leaning downward to catch my breath and take a slight break.

The sound of snarling fills my ears and I remove my hands from my knees. I look around, seeing a small herd of walkers approaching from the distance. Before I know it, my legs are moving, taking me through the trees in the opposite direction if the herd, knowing I can't take them all on in my condition and predicament. Being tired, suffering from hunger and thirst, and only having a knife with me, my gun being out of ammo.

I fly through the woods with all my strength, being careful not to trip and fall, which would eventually lead to my death. My light brown, curly hair flows behind me in nots as I run, my bluer gaze taking in all the trees and branches, making sure I don't accidentally hurt myself, knowing I might, being the clumsy person I am.

(Me lol)

As I'm running, I feel my chest collide with a hard surface, heat radiating off of it, making me realize it's a body, and not one of the dead. I tumble to the ground, groaning as something lands on top of me. I look up meeting blue orbs staring me down, and I realize it's a boy who had landed on me. One who looks around my age.

He quickly gets up and sticks out a hand, and I reluctantly take it, being pulled up by the teenage boy. He stares at me before crouching down and reaching for a black object, bringing it to his head and letting it fall upon his brown hair.

"Who are-?" I ask, being cut off.

"Not now. The dead are coming." He says quickly, looking behind me at the walkers and he takes my wrist gently, looking at me for permission.

I nod and he takes off, me behind him. After a few minutes of running, we lose sight of the walkers but the sound of snarls are endless, sounding quietly through the air. We run out of the trees, finding a road with a beat down car. He pulls me over to the trunk and pulls it open.

"C'mon. C'mon. Get in." He whispers, looking behind him, checking for danger.

I climb in, watching as he does as well, closing the trunk down, and he ties it shut from the inside, for it wouldn't close completely.

(A/N Like Daryl and Beth did lol. Anyways, continue)

"Who are you?" I whisper, looking toward the boy in the sheriffs hat.

"I'm Carl. But you need to be quite if you want to live." He replies, pulling his gun out of his holster and aiming it towards the trunk door. I do as well with my knife.

After a minute of listening to silenced moans, it becomes louder and banging on the car is heard. From the crack that's left in between the bottom of the trunk and the car, I see figures walking past, light flickering inside then and there.

My breathing hitches as the possibility of getting caught and bitten snakes into my mind, playing with my nerves. I hold my breath unknowingly, and let it out after several long seconds, proceeding the steps over and over.

It makes me feel calm.

A couple minutes passes by and silence is heard, Carl opens the trunk with a squeak, letting light spill into the dark space. He climbs out, me following and I'm soon ambushed with a question that came out if nowhere.