Carl Gallagher Imagines [Discontinued]

Carl-girlfriend?

I decided to write a one-shot for season 1 Carl because I just love him in season 1. He was so cute and hilariously psychotic. Lol. Anyway, please enjoy.
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Something began to bubble inside me as I bobbed my head slightly at the sudden urge that arose in my nose. I inhaled sharply before sneezing softly and almost quietly. All the Gallaghers- including V and Karen- jerked their heads over towards me as I sat still on the floor. "What?"

Fiona smiled slightly, "that was adorable."

"What? Why?" I asked innocently because how can a sneeze ever be adorable? It made no sense. As I finished up that sentence, another sneeze arose and I covered my nose with my sleeve. Damn allergies.

Veronica laughed just a little bit at me while everyone else just gave me smiles. Except for Carl. Carl, however, was perched up on the stairs with a black eye and a bruised bump on his forehead. He was staring at me in pretty deep thought. I scrunched my eyebrows at him in confusion and more of a 'what-the-fuck-are-you-looking-at' face. He averted his gaze back to the tv, leaving me to roll my eyes and lean back on the foot of the couch.

Steve came in moments later with four cups of coffee and a box of donuts which everyone was pretty quick to jump out of their seats and grab one. I stood up momentarily and grabbed the last (flavor)- which was my favorite flavor- and tore it apart before shoving a small piece in my mouth. Steve sat on the couch next to Fiona and wrapped his arm around her, his legs just next to my back. When I glanced over at him, he seemed a bit disinterested in the program that was on.

Of course only we could be entertained so deeply by dead fish being pulled from the ocean. But putting that thought aside, Carl finally stood up from the steps and started trotting over to the kitchen, where he grabbed his coat and picked up his crossbow. He headed outside and it was probably the most interesting thing- more interesting than dead fish- playing out at the moment.

I stood up and followed him, only Fiona cut me off when she asked where I was going.

"Air." I simply replied while eating the last piece of my donut and grabbing my (f/c) sweater from a chair in the kitchen. After thinking for a moment, I walked back and grabbed a chocolate glazed donut for Carl. I stepped outside to see Carl shoot an innocent pigeon with a bb pellet. I moved closer towards him with the donut in one hand and the other hand stuffed warmly in my pocket.

He looked back at me- well he wouldn't have noticed until I snapped a twig- and then back to aim at another pigeon. Once the pellet was shot he said, "what do you want" as if I were some little brat that shouldn't bother him.

I held out the hand with the donut in it, "a peace offering."

"Do you even know why I'm mad at you?" Carl practically growled while punching the side of the pool for affect. It didn't work as he planned, because I stood with my same monotonous state.

"No." I answered simply and quite honestly. He'd been glaring at me for a weak like I burned all of his weapons while he was strapped to a chair. "If you don't want this donut, I'm just gonna eat it."

He eyed me suspiciously but snatched the donut away from me anyway.

"So.. are we cool?"

"You just said you didn't know why I was mad. I assume your not going to apologize?"

I scoffed with some laughter laced behind my tone. "Me? Apologize for something I don't have reconnaissance doing? No. I don't apologize."

"Then I guess we're not cool." He stated simply with a full mouth, so it sounded like a bunch of muffled words. He finished the rest of the donut and sucked his thumb for any remaining flavor, before aiming for his next victim. A god damn duck.

I shrugged and walked down a few steps to sit, watching him as he shot the poor bird. It was silent out here and for once there were no cop cars driving by with their loud sirens or meth-heads walking by with blasted stereo systems. The wind blew by rather swimmingly and made my hair perk up just a little.

"What did I even do?" I hesitantly asked after a few moments of silence.

He glanced down at me for a moment and looked away, rolling his blue eyes. "Remember Cameron Johnston?"

I nodded, "yea? What about fuckboy?"

"Well he said that you said I was a sociopathic retard who eats dick."

"Are you kidding?" I rolled my eyes.

"I am." He said and then finally put down the crossbow. "I needed you last week the most and every time I tried to talk to you, you brushed me off."

I shrugged since it wasn't so big a deal, "you have me all the time. Plus I have my own problems to deal with."

"Monica came back, ya know."

"No shit...?" I muttered in shock. His mom? And I'm just hearing about this now?! "Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you wouldn't pay attention to me. Always on something else like I don't even matter."

"You do matter." I stood up and grabbed his hand, holding it firmly but gently between my own. He was so warm and his smile brightened my day. Is that weird? That a boy can make my day better.

He smiled slightly at me and held my left hand back.

"I'm sorry."

"Wow, Y/n, you just apologized."

"Oh, shut it!" I shrieked under my breath.

He chuckled and laced our fingers together. "Don't you think it'd be cool of we could stay like this forever."

"Yea." It would be cool. 'But things won't always be the same'- but of course I didn't say that because I would just be as gloomy as usual and Carl doesn't need gloom right now. He needs any form of positivity he can get. Which is part of the reason why I apologized. I did feel sorry about pushing him away (accidentally) when he needed me most.

I hooked my left arm around his right arm and laced our fingers together with my other hand, leaning my head on his shoulder. I was never exactly sure how I felt about dating or being in love. Since Carl is the only person I've liked as more than a friend. A best friend. Maybe even a future boyfriend... if he isn't in prison by then.

We walked back inside, hand in hand, and smiles on or faces. But when I pushed the door open, everyone scattered to various parts of the house quickly away from the door. V and Fiona stood by the sink, pretending to have a conversation while still glancing back at us. Lip had gone back into the living room with Karen while Ian flopped onto the couch. Debbie and Steve were sitting on the steps, pretending to read some old magazine.

"What the actual heck?" I mumbled while looking around at everyone.

Fiona gave a Mr. Bean face, you know, that whole 'double chin' i-see-you face?

"So.. is she your girlfriend?" V asked and Steve coughed into his hand right as she finished her sentence.

Fucking Gallaghers.

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I love writing but I've been doing so much lately.. who cares? Haha! As usual, I hope you enjoyed this longer imagine. Let me know of you prefer the longer ones or the shorter ones because I personally like the longer ones but that's just me.

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