Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine : (Fake) Dating

When people from the busses flowed into the prison, filling the place like water, you were excited--ecstatic even. New people, a new chapter. It was even better when your older sister got a boyfriend.

You could tell your father approved of it--maybe even a little too much. He loved the fact that his daughter was dating, as if the apocalypse took everything else but let this ordinary event stay. Whenever your sister and her boyfriend were around your dad, there was just a noticeable shift in the mood of him. It was such a change from just months before when he was the one to protect the two of you, always doing what was necessary.

It wasn't long until you noticed your dad's disappointment in you.

You were a tough girl, someone who knew how and why the world has changed them. At first you wondered why your father could feel this way--you were taking care of yourself, growing up. It took a while to realize that he thought you were growing up too fast, as if you were a mature woman in a teenager's body.

You looked past it at first, but you started to notice your father drifting away from you. Almost as if he didn't know you anymore. Incredibly shocked, you wanted nothing more than to have your old Dad back, to not lose any more of your family.

You had been biting your nails as you waited at Carl Grime's cell. You had thought up of a plan to gain back your Dad's attention, to show him that there wasn't all about you that was lost.

But you needed somebody to help you--and Carl fit the spot. He was your age and had been a friend of yours since you had stumbled onto a farm that Carl's group had been occupying a couple years ago.

It wasn't long until you saw Carl coming down the metal stairs and to where you were standing. You set your arms down, glancing around once to make sure nobody was around ear-shot.

"Carl, I need to talk to you," you said quietly, looking into his blue eyes to show you meant seriousness.

"Um, okay. Let's go in here." he motioned to his plastic curtain shielding the inside of his cell, his eyebrows furrowed with confusion. He stepped inside first, you following shortly behind. "So what's up?"

"I need a favor," you started, crossing your arms and continuing before he responded, "It's going to sound a bit crazy, but let me get through it first, okay?"

Carl was sitting down on his mattress, looking up at you as you stood a few feet away from him. "Okay."

You nibbled on your lower lip, looking down at him with a steady gaze, trying to predict his reaction. You thought it was best to just come out with it.

"I need you to be my fake boyfriend, and before you-"

"What?" he asked in disbelief, now also standing up. With him being taller than you, it just added to the intimidation with his now fierce blue eyes. "Y/N, I don't think that's such a-"

"But please!" you pleaded with him, moving to now sit on his bed. You made a begging face, wanting him to cave at how much this would mean to you. "It's not going to be for very long, maybe like for--er-- a month?"

He stared down at you for what felt like hours, studying your face as if you were trying to play a joke on him, biting his inner lip in concentration. "Why do you need me to be your boyfriend?"

Your pursed your lips, holding his gaze for a moment. You didn't want him to think of your reasoning as stupid, but he'd eventually find out anyways. "It's my dad. He's distant, almost as if he doesn't want me as a daughter anymore. My sister--as you probably know--has a boyfriend, and my dad adores that. I need to make him realize that I can have something like that too since he seems to think I'm just... too far gone." you gave him the smaller version of what you felt inside--of why you needed him to do this for you. You couldn't lose any more family.