Chandler Riggs/Carl Grimes Imagines (REQUESTS OPEN)

In the Woods (Imagine 6, Carl)

(Y/N) P.O.V.

As you jogged through the endless groups of trees, trying to find a landmark or anything familiar, footsteps emerged from behind you. Your imaginative mind made you think it was someone from your group that had come to rescue you, Carl especially. But your hopes and dreams were shattered as a walker approached you. You reached for your knife that is usually clipped to your belt, but you only felt the worn out denim of your jeans.

"Shit..." You muttered to yourself. You must've dropped it as you were running for your life. You started walking backwards, keeping your eyes on the walker to make sure it couldn't catch you off guard and lunge. But with your luck, you tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground, hard, your head making contact with the hard dirt below. Your vision blurred as you became dazed from the impact.

You had forgotten about the walker until it was right on top of you now. Shaking off the daze, you pushed at the walker with all your might. It was at enough of a distance to where it couldn't bite you, but still too close for comfort. Your arms ached as you fought with every bit of strength you had. This is it, you thought to yourself, goodbye cruel-ass world.

-1 Hour Ago-

"Carl, what are we even doing in the woods?" You asked impatiently. Carl had dragged you through the gates of Alexandria to take you to some unknown place. You walked through the tall trees that luckily blocked the afternoon sun.

"Just be patient, (Y/N). We'll be there soon," he replied with a smirk. He knew you were the most impatient person in the world and that you hated surprises.

"If you know me you know 'patience' isn't in my dictionary," you joked. Carl suddenly halted to a stop, putting a hand out to signal to be quite as he listened intently. "What?" You asked. He put a finger up to his lips.

"I think I heard a few twigs snap," he whispered.

"Yea it was you, doof," you replied sarcastically as you pushed forward. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed a herd of a few dozen walkers in the distance."Shit," you mumbled.

"See you should've listened to me, we don't have enough ammo to take out all of them," Carl yelled as he started running. You blindly started running also, not caring where you were going as long as you made it away from the walkers.

You ran for what seemed like ages, lungs burning and legs aching. You eventually managed to loose the herd...

And Carl. You noticed he hadn't been running by your side this whole time. You were too focused on escaping that you didn't even notice where your boyfriend was. "Carl?" You breathed out, still wheezing from running for so long. "Carl!" You said a bit louder. Your sudden loud voice startled the birds peacefully resting on the branches above. Panic started to rise in your chest when you realized the only thing that accompanied you were trees and a few mosquitos here and there. You tried to head back in the direction you came, but you had been spinning in circles searching for Carl in the middle of your panic mode.

As you jogged through the endless groups of trees, trying to find a landmark or anything familiar, footsteps emerged from behind you. Your imaginative mind made you think it was someone from your group that had come to rescue you, Carl especially. But your hopes and dreams were shattered as a walker approached you. You reached for your knife that is usually clipped to your belt, but you only felt the worn out denim of your jeans.

"Shit..." You muttered to yourself. You must've dropped it as you were running for your life. You started walking backwards, keeping your eyes on the walker to make sure it couldn't catch you off guard and lunge. But with your luck, you tripped over a tree root and fell to the ground, hard, your head making contact with the hard dirt below. Your vision blurred as you became dazed from the impact.

You had forgotten about the walker until it was right on top of you now. Shaking off the daze, you pushed at the walker with all your might. It was at enough of a distance to where it couldn't bite you, but still too close for comfort. Your arms ached as you fought with every bit of strength you had. This is it, you thought to yourself, goodbye cruel-ass world.

Just when you thought you were about to be walker lunch, a gunshot erupted through the silence. The walker fell on top of you, it's blood spilling on you. "Ugh, gross," you gagged as your savior pushed it off of you. They pulled you to your feet and before you could get a good look at their face, they pulled you into a tight hug.

"God (Y/N), I thought I lost you. Well I technically did... But you get the point," the person rambled. You could tell by their soothing voice it was none other than Carl. You pulled back and looked at his bright blue eyes. A small smile tugged at your lips.

"I'm sorry, I should've stayed close to you or none of this would've happened, now we'll never get back home," you said with saddened eyes.

"Don't worry, I know where we're at. We'll make it back soon," he reassured.

"How do you know where we are?" You asked. How could he possibly remember all the twists and turns your panicked mind took you.

"You literally ran straight," he said bluntly," home is just the other way."

"Ooohhhhh..." You were completely dumbfounded, you could've sworn you went in every direction possible.

"Come on lets go home," he laughed and kissed your cheek. "Stay close this time."

"Yes sir."

(A/N) Hey walkers! Hoped you liked it! It wasn't too short or too long. I tried to make this one a little more descriptive this time.