Carl Grimes/ Chandler Riggs Imagines

Little White Lie C.R (part two)

I walked into a room to see Chandler holding my hand? I was laying in a hospital bed I was pail my lips purple. I...I looked dead... I started to scream Chandler didn't even look at me didn't even flinch. I walked up behind him and touched his shoulder. He didn't even notice I was there. He was crying holding my hand whispering "why?" "This is my fault". Am I dead? I'm dead. Oh my god I'm dead! The doctors came in and tried to revive me but I wouldn't wake up it was to late. I clung onto Chandler and cried as he cried. Your my one and only and I'll never move on. He whispered as they took my body away.

Couple days later at the funeral

I walked into my own funeral and Chandler was standing at my casket holding my hand whispering to himself. I love you. He whispered dropping tears onto my cold lifeless face. I love you too. I whispered touching his shoulder. I'll never move on. He said as he left he was the very last one to leave.