Carl Grimes Imagines

13

Mondays was always the morning that we went on runs.

Carl and I were both 17 now. We become a couple a month before the prison went down.

After that we got separated for awhile and reconnected at Terminus

Anyways, enough with the back stories.

We are currently at a convenient store ransacking it for supplies.

No walkers were found, yet

I stopped and looked at a shelf in Surprise

"Carl!"

He ran over to my side, his expression similar to mine.

"Wow" he sighed

We found a whole shelf full of canned food and chips.

We were so stunned we didn't hear the Walker behind us.

It stumbled forward and grabbed my shoulder.

I turned and fell, with the Walker standing on top of me

We somehow landed by another shelf about 20 feet away from Carl.

I struggled to keep the Walker off of me

"Carl! Help!"

I reached for my gun but the walkers wild arms knocked it out of my hand and it slid across the floor.

I tried to reach for it when I heard heavy, jogging footsteps

"Y/n! Hang on I'm coming"

The walkers was about to make my neck a snack when Carl grabbed it by it's dead, slimy hair and stabbed it in the head

"Thanks, I should have been paying better attention"

"Me too, just glad your alive"

I smiled and leaned in for a kiss on his cheek but he turned his head.

That is how I fell endlessly in love with Carl Grimes

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