Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine: Deal?

Guess who's back?!

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You assumed it would have been easier to accomplish your goal if there was no apocalypse, but life wanted things to be difficult. Great things take effort, and if that's what you had to put in, then so be it. Putting in effort was already part of the plan anyways.

Alexandria had been your home since forever. You grew up there and you stayed there when things got rough. A leader rose out of everyone and walls were built. It was an ideal place to be in a time of crisis and other people thought so as well. Soon enough, new people were coming in with unfamiliar faces. They all seemed so similar--dirty, guarded, and astonished. Some even scared. That all faded away once a few weeks passed of their stay, they just got used to it. That's what everyone does when they come here.

It wasn't too long ago that a large group of people came through the gated entrance. You didn't pay too much attention to them at first, telling yourself you'll get to know them later on, but one person caught your interest. He had shaggy brown hair that reached his chin, a sheriff's hat, and a dirty grey t-shirt when you first saw him. You still don't understand why you took an interest in him considering he was just like everyone else, but you did.

It wasn't your fault that you were undoubtedly a romantic, you couldn't change that. With so much free time in Alexandria, you took it upon yourself to read books. Any genre was okay with you, but you enjoyed the fiction ones the best, the ones with romances. They always gave you a different type of feel that you couldn't get anywhere else. It was nothing like you felt in a long time.

He was so ordinary that you didn't understand what drove you to him. Was it because he was your age? Was it because he was new? You had to find out or the relentless feeling wouldn't go away anytime soon.

You had asked to take over household supplies to the boy's house--whatever his name was. It would be a good chance to introduce yourself, hopefully making a good impression.

You were nervous as you walked up the porch steps. You weren't very good at socializing, especially with people around your age, not that there was much of those people left anymore. With a gulp of air, you knocked on the door.

At first you didn't think anyone was there, so you held your fist up against the wood one more time when it opened. Standing in the doorway was the boy from earlier. The same shaggy brown hair, blue eyes, and clothes that he hadn't changed out of yet.

You stood there speechless. Was he really standing in front of you? You told yourself to say something, but all that came out was, "Around 8% of the US population has blue eyes."

You couldn't believe what just came from your mouth--a random fact from a magazine that's stashed underneath your bed. Great.

"What?" his tone seemed rude, but you hardly noticed. At least he was speaking to you. "Just give me the stuff and leave," he said, reaching for the box in your arms.

You squinted at him for a second, but let his impoliteness slide. Giving him the box to him, he turned to leave when you asked nervously, "How are you settling in?"

He scrunched up his eyes, "I'm doing alright," he responded sarcastically. "Better if you would stop talking," he mumbled right after, almost too quiet for you to hear.

"Excuse me?" you blurted out. Maybe it was okay to let the first remark slide, but he was now just being rude. You were trying to do something nice for him and you didn't even get a 'thank you'--just a bad attitude lacking a sense of patience. "You can at least try and act like you're grateful."

It wasn't that you wanted to be acknowledged for your favor, it's just he wasn't at all what you expected. Maybe the books were getting to your head.