carl grimes imagines

First Sight

A/N
i know this picture is from alexandria but it was the perfect picture for this imagine so just pretend it's from the prison era lol

word count - 2068
TW: some assault/harassment

"Finally.", you whisper as you pick up a bag of slightly opened potato chips.

Your family was gone, just you, and you were starving. This was the first gas station you had found for miles. Almost everything was looted from it but you decided to look anyways.

You had gone into the 'employees only' part of the store and successfully found a bag of chips in the corner of the storage room. It was opened and some chips were moldy, but that didn't stop you. You have been without any food for about three days and couldn't get anymore because everything was looted already.

The chips were stale and dirty but made the horrible feeling in your stomach go away within the first bite of the first chip. You bring another chip up to your lips and slide it into your mouth. Your tongue tried not to touch it more than it had to because of the taste and you ate it with one bite. You crinkle the bag and throw it back into the corner you found it and started to turn around and lick your fingers clean. But as your hand reached for your mouth, it was instead met with another persons hand over it.

"Sh sh sh.", an obvious man said from behind you. You had your hands on his arm and was forcefully trying to pull it away. "Don't worry. Ill take good care of you.", you could just tell there was a smirk on his face and you were immediately scared for your life.

You take one hand off his arm and reach for the knife that was attached to your belt but come to find out it was already gone. "What, looking for this?", the man puts the knife in front of your face then against your neck. The man giggles, "I'll behave if you behave." Your eyes go wide and you bite his hand. He lets go to clutch his hand and you make a break for the store front door. On the way, you pull down a rack to block his path, "Come back you little bitch."

You bring your hand up to your neck because of a feeling of liquid crawling down your skin. You look to your hand and sure enough, theres blood. 'Fuck.', you thought to yourself as you reached the road. You turned around and grabbed your pistol and aimed for the gas pumps. As you shoot, you slowly back up into the woods across the street until you reached the edge of it. The man ran out of the store after you and reached the gas pumps just as it explodes.

The explosion pushes you back a little and smoke brushes your face causing you to close your eyes. You open your eyes again and slightly open your mouth in 'awe'. You felt kind of insecure about yourself as well as impressed about what just happened. As you look around whats left of the gas station, you are snapped out of your thoughts when you hear and see walkers groaning and stumbling to you.

You immediately turn around and run through the woods, holding your bloody neck in pain and dodging walkers as you go. Once you reached the end of the woods, your eyes expand at the sight of a prison. You grin to yourself as you scan the fence, "Safe enough for me." Then you notice some one in one of the guard towers and you quickly crouch into the tall, uncut grass.

You slowly make your way towards the entrance until you are a few yards away and see two people guarding it as well. You tilt your head in confusion as you study the secure place. A sound of a motorcycle was heard from behind you that broke your focus. As you turn around, a silver gun barrel was pointed right at the side of your forehead. 'Not again.', you thought as you put your hands up to show surrender.

"Who are you and how did you find this place?", a man with a beard and cowboy boots asked as he takes the gun from your holster. You stayed silent because you were trembling in fear. "Im not going to ask again.", the man said through gritted teeth.