Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine 7

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
Tonight is "prom night" for the people here at the prison. It was decided about a week or two ago when we found a dress store. I guess the council decided that we deserve a night off.

I picked the red dress from the bucket of dresses they brought home. I then put on the only materialistic thing I have from my mother, her pearls. I slide on a pair of shoes I got on a run the other day and then look in the cracked mirror.

My face isn't the prettiest, but my outfit is on point. I sigh, reaching for my bag of dirty clothes and throwing it over my shoulder. I grab my gun and then slowly open the bathroom door, peeking out into the hallway.

We're not supposed to be down here, but this is the only place I can actually be alone.

I slowly start to walk, stepping around the dead walkers. I try to tiptoe because of the sound of my heels.

I enter our cell block, trying to creep back into my cell. It's right next to the exit, so if walkers swarm us I'm screwed.

I sit my stuff down in the corner of my cell and then walk to Maggie and Glenn's, which is just a few down from mine. I knock, and she peeks out of her privacy curtain.

"Oh, hey (Y/N), come in!" She says, opening the curtain and letting me in. She shuts the curtain after I enter, probably trying to hide her outfit from Glenn.

"Oh my god, Maggie, you look gorgeous!" I sigh, and I feel like my jaw drops to the floor.

"Thanks, and you don't look so bad yourself!" She says, putting her hands on her hips.

"Could you help me with my hair? I'd ask someone else, but-"

"Of course I will! How do you want it?" She asks, grabbing her hairbrush and hair-ties off of the shelf.

"Surprise me," I say, closing my eyes as I feel the brush run through my tangled hair.

"So, who are you going to the dance with?" Maggie asks, pulling and tugging on my hair.

"I want to go with that Patrick guy, but Carl wants to take me," I say, and I can feel her stop.

"Has Patrick ever talked to you? I mean has he asked you to go to the prom with him?" She asks, starting back on my hair.

"Well, yeah. He's said hey and stuff. But no, he's not asked me yet," I say, and then everything gets quiet.

After what feels like forever, she finally stops. She spins me around, looking at me in awe.

"(Y/N), you look amazing," Maggie says, hugging me.

"Thanks Mags," I say, awkwardly exiting her cell. I walk back to my own, sitting on the edge of my bed. I sigh, getting ready to do something very unusual.

"God, I don't know if you're there or not, but please let tonight go well. I feel like everyday is a bad day for everyone, and I'd like everyone to have a night off. Amen I guess?" I say, and then stand up, walking into the main part of the prison.

I guess everyone is outside already?

I walk out the door to see that it is dark, and the whole prison yard is decorated. Torches are lit, giving the yard a nice touch.

I walk down to where everyone is standing, only to be noticed by no one. What's new?

I walk around, watching everyone have a good time. I spot Patrick, and he spots me back. He smirks, looking me up and down. I blush, quickly looking away. When I look back Beth greets him, and he grabs her by the hips, pulling her closer to him.

Ugh.

"Wow, (Y/N), you look..."
I turn to face Carl, who's looking at me with wide eyes.

"Beautiful? I know," I say, a smile on my face.

"I was gonna say ugly, but that works too," he says, giving me that famous smirk.

"Well, how do you like the decorations?" He asks, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, they're pretty cool," I say, looking around. I look back at Carl to find him looking at me.

"Do I have something on my face?" I ask, and he shakes his head with a smile.

"Carl, (Y/N)!" Patrick walks over, giving Carl a high five.

"What's up? Did I interrupt something?" Patrick asks, and I smile.

"Actually, I was just about to drag Carl to my cell for a heated make-out cession. So yeah, I guess you could say you interrupted something," I joke, putting my hands on my hips.

"In Carl's dreams," He says, and we both look over at Carl.

"Shut up, man!" Carl says, causing us all to burst out in laughter.

"Well, I guess I'll see you guys later," Patrick says, dismissing himself.

"You've really gotta quit doing that," Carl says, turning to face me.

"Do what?" I ask, confused.

"Saying things that make me want to kiss you."