When I walked into the house that we'd been recently staying at, a weird scent hit my nostrils. I wrinkled my nose as I kicked off my mud splattered boots. "Carl?" I yell while I pick up a slightly bruised apple in my hand. "Carl" I said again.
I walk into the living to find Carl and Glenn laughing as they laid up side down on the worn out couch. "Um, hi" I say as I cock my head to look at their slightly pink faces. "You guys ok?" I ask with a small laugh. They both sat up and nodded slowly. I notice that the weird smell is more definite and pungent in this room. "What have you guys been up to...?" I ask slowly as I glance around. "Nothing much" Glenn says very slowly, he raises his hand to his face and snapped his fingers loudly. Carl burst out with laughter and fell off the side of the couch where he was perched. I look out the window helplessly looking for someone but they were all on a run.
I watch as Carl's face turns a bright red as he clutches his sides while he laughs. I walk over to the cabinet in the living room and I rifle through the contents. Bullets, a couple knives, extra bandages for Carl's eye...eventually I find what I'm looking for. I glance behind me and Carl's sitting on the floor staring at the wall, his 'eye patch' slightly askew. Glenn on the other hand was sitting in the rocking chair, still snapping his fingers. God their dumb! I take the small box I had found, out and I open slightly. Inside are some green leaves and some white paper. Oh my god how did they find this?! "You two are high!!"
I shriek as I drop the box and it's contents spill out. "What?! We're not high!" Carl says, his words sounding slow. "Y-you're the one that's high!" he shouts. I can't help but laugh at the look of determination in his eye. I glance at his eye again and I notice that it's slightly blood shot, so is Glenn's. I quickly scoop up the spilled contents and I throw them into the garbage. "There" I whisper, I walk back and Carl is gone. Glenn is sitting on the floor looking at the roof. His eyes widening ever so often. I can only imagine what he's thinking about. "Where's Carl?" I ask him, he ignores me and continues to stare at the roof in awe. "Fine, I'll find him myself. I huff as I spin on my heel and walk down the short hall. I peek into the room that me, Maggie, Sasha and Tara share. There's two beds and one cot. When I look inside I see Carl standing in front of the old and cracked mirror. He had on some bright pink lipstick that Sasha had found and a toy tiara that belonged to Judith. I cover my mouth and fight the urge to fall to the floor and laugh to death. "Uh, Carl...what're you doing?" I say very slowly, on the verge of laughter. He turns around and picks up his sheriffs hat which he had thrown onto one of the beds. He places it on my head with a grin. "Now you're me! And I'm you!" He says with a tiny giggle. If it wasn't for him being stoned I would've thought his behaviour was adorable.
"Wow, um...don't you wanna wash that off?" I ask him, trying to save him the humiliation of the aftermath. "No!" he flat out states as he walks out of the room. I breathlessly follow him and he stumbles into the bathroom. I follow him in bracing myself. Instead I see him standing in front of the mirror. "Why is this on me? What's under it?" He says, half asking me, half asking himself. I see him pointing to his bandage covered eye. "Carl don't take that off!" I screech. It's already to late, he rips the bandage over his head and it falls limply to the counter. Under his bandage, his wound looked painful, it was practically a gaping hole that still oozed blood and god knows what else from time to time." It still makes me feel faint whenever I see it or I bandage it for him. His blue eye that he still had widened as he looked at himself. "Why'd I look in the mirror!!" He says sounding like he's gonna cry. "Carl..." I begin before he cuts me off. "Someone, someone warned me about this! But who?" He asks himself. "I know! It was that, that thing in my dream! It said Carl, don't look in the mirror! You're to hot and you could hurt self. Well it was right!" He cries as he turns to look at me. I stand there in silence, taking in what he just told me. Again, trying so hard not to laugh. "Carl, you hurt yourself along time ago" I begin. He doesn't say anything. "Let me fix you up" I offer slowly. I find some new bandage and I carefully adjusted it on him. Careful not to hurt him. After I was done I wet an old cloth and wiped off his lipstick. His lips still a bit pink when I finished. After I fixed him up, I carefully tried to take the crown off of his head.
Before I could though, he jumped from the counter and ran back into my room. I sigh loudly and follow him out. When I come into the room, he's laying face down on one of the beds. "Are you ok?" I asked. I take the crown from him and set his hat down beside him. How long can a person stay stoned? I wondered silently. I pull Carl into my arms and I wrap him into a warm hug. He breathes in deeply as he hugs me back. "I'm so sorry (Y/N)" he whispers into my ear. "I didn't mean to do anything, I didn't even think the stuff would work. It looked so old." "It's ok Carl, to be honest with you, you made my day much more interesting." He smiles and kisses me lightly. I kiss him back before pulling away.
"I better go check on Glenn" I murmur as I stand up and walk towards the door. "Oh my gosh Glenn" Carl says as he rubs his forehead. "Is he ok?" he asks as he follows me into the living room. "Well I don't think he could hurt himself by staring at the roof all day" I say with a sly grin. "You must have thought we were so stupid, when you first walked in" Carl tells me. I laugh and nod my head. In the living room Glenn is passed out on the floor. I cock my head, "poor baby" I whisper as Carl and I walk up to him. We both one of his arms and dragged him over to the couch. Just as we had set him down, everyone came barging through the front door. Carl and I stared at each other. "Agree not to ever talk about this?" Carl whispers urgently. I smile coyly. "Agree to never talk about what? How you put on lipstick and pretended you were me? Or how you thought you lost your eye from you're hotness?" Carl stared at me with wild eyes. "I did what?!" he asked me. Before I could answer, everyone walked into the kitchen.
"You kids have a good day?" Daryl asks us as he sets his crossbow down on the table. I smile sweetly and nod my head. "What happened to Glenn?" Maggie asks me from behind. "He just got a bit tired..." I laugh as I stare at Glenn's sleeping face. Maggie rolls her eyes and walks back into the kitchen. Carl and I lean back into the couch. I rest my cheek on his shoulder and he kissed my head. Rick walked into the room and sat down next to Carl. "Everything ok here while we were gone?" he asks us. "Of course" we both say together. Rick ruffles Carl's overgrown hair before he gets up and walks down the hall. "Do you think he could tell?" Carl asks me hurriedly. I lift my head up and peer into his clear blue eye. "Oh definitely" I lie. He looks at me worriedly. "I'm kidding!" I whisper as I watch him relax. I rest Me head against warm chest. Closing my eyes and dreaming about a crown wearing Carl.
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Hey guys! Hoped you liked this one, it made me laugh when I was writing it. I'll be updating a new imagine soon.
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-Lily
