Carl Grimes/Chandler Riggs Imagines

Chandler Riggs #12

"Chandler don't you dare die on me!" I yelled, tears flowing down my face. It had all happened in a flash. One minute, the ER was quiet. The next, the paramedics were wheeling in the love of my life on a stretcher. I should have been more composed. I dealt with trauma cases all the time, but I'd never had to deal with one this personal.

"Y/N, you need to go. You aren't thinking straight. Go. He'll be okay," the paramedic said soothingly, chasing me out of the trauma room. I sunk down in a chair behind the desk. I could see them in there working on him. I watched for a minute before I saw them grab the paddles.

"No! No no please God no," I sobbed. Karri grabbed my arm and pulled me around to face her.

"Y/N, look at me. He'll be okay. They're doing everything they can. I promise he will be alright and you two will get married and have kids and you'll move out to a farmhouse in the middle of nowhere and you'll grow old and drink iced tea while you watch your grandkids playing in the yard and then you'll die together. He isn't gonna die."

I stood up, trying to find a way to calm my nerves. They couldn't have been working on him long, before I saw them drop their hands and stand back. I craned my neck, trying to see the monitor screen. I saw one of the nurses look at her watch, and it hit me.

"Chandler please no," I whispered as I ran to the room.

"Y/N, don't go in there," Karri yelled, trying to grab my arm. I slipped past her and heard the monotone beep that indicated the lack of heartbeat.

I fell to my knees and started sobbing. Why him? Why this? Why now? We had so much ahead of us. I couldn't pretend like I hadn't seen the velvet box in his dresser drawer. I couldn't pretend like there weren't two red lines on the pregnancy test. I couldn't pretend like I was going to be okay. Not after this.

I tried to get up, but all I could do was sit there, my arms wrapped around my stomach as tear after tear rolled off my cheeks and hit the shiny tile floor. I lifted myself up and wiped the tears from my cheeks.

"Y/N, you should have these," the paramedic said softly as he handed me a handful of things they had gotten from Chandler's pockets. His wallet, some loose change, our apartment key, and the small velvet box. I opened it and saw a beautiful rose gold ring with a black diamond on it.

"Yes," I whispered as I slipped the ring on my finger. "I love you baby."

*A/N*
I AM SO FUCKING SORRY OH MY FUCK I WAS FUCKING CRYING THE ENTIRE TIME I WAS WRITING THIS. WTF