Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine : Same Person, Different Place(3)

IMAGINE: Same Person, Different Place: Not All Mothers are Moms

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Friday, August 31st, 2015

My feet are in Carl's lap as he reads a comic. I love stealing glances at him, watching as his eyes take in everything that he's looking at. His mouth is slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. I want to laugh, but I'm biting my lip at an attempt not to.

The kitchen has more food in it, a lot more than yesterday. We went in search of supplies earlier today while it still was raining. It still hasn't stopped. 

Anyways, it took us an eternity to find a store, but when we did, we were in luck to find a Walmart. By the time we were inside, we were both dripping wet and had agreed on going to the clothing section first. Walking around in soggy clothes was not appealing to either of us.

It was dimly lit inside from the windows on the ceiling so we both kept our guns raised. There wasn't a lot to choose from--the girl's section had barely anything. That hadn't changed, I realized, girls still loved their clothes.

I walked around both sections trying to find a shirt and a pair of pants. Carl had already changed his shirt, being lucky enough to get a white tee-shirt and a green flannel that he put on. I knew because I peeked from a few racks over, although only seeing his back. It wasn't even close to a bad view--he had strong back muscles that I wasn't surprised by.

I finally decided on a navy v-neck that I managed to find in the girl's section and jeans that I could tell were a couple sizes too big.

I knew Carl changed in front of me, but did he even know I was there? I wondered if I should change out in the open after what happened yesterday. He'd asked me to be his girlfriend last night, me saying yes, but did that mean it would be okay to change with him 10 yards away?

I then decided I was taking too much thought to this. I pulled off my shirt and took my v-neck off its hanger. I looked Carl's way to find him secretly watching me. I smirked, raising a brow to him in teasing. When he noticed I caught him, his cheeks turned a light pink and he looked away, moving hangars to find other shirts to bring back to the house.

I grinned, loving that I had that effect on him. I was always the one getting nervous around him and getting caught stealing glances towards him, and now it was his turn. What a change in places.

"How much clothes do you think we should take with us?" Carl asked as I tugged my jeans on and used my belt to secure it.

"How long do you think we should stay at the house?" I questioned back. We'd been holding off the idea of our families for a couple days now and it was probably about time to look for them again.

"Two more days? At least until the rain stops," he said. I agreed with him, relieved to have a day or two more to ourselves.

We left the clothes section with a couple more shirts and pants in our bags, a new bra for myself and a few pairs of underwear. I didn't go down the aisles for tampons or pads because I knew it was useless--they were probably all gone like most of the store as well.

Carl's now getting up and I'm jokingly complaining about how he left my legs all by themselves. He says he just wants to get another comic book, but he's sitting back down now. He's laying his head in my lap and staring at me as I write.