Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine: Parents

"Carl, wait!" you called to him as he briskly walked down your driveway. He didn't stop, but you went up to him and turned him around.

He was hurt, a look on him that you never wanted to see. "Carl," you said softly. There was still shouting that could be audible from inside your house, leaking past the door that you had slammed on your way out

"They hate me." he shook his head and continued to walk away after taking a glance through the window into the golden-lit kitchen. Once again, you followed him.

The dinner had turned out to be a disaster; what you had originally planned for your parents to get to know Carl had ended up being your dad lashing out at him and his father. A battle between morals.

"No, they don't," you tried to reassure. "It's just--" you started, but Carl turned around with you almost bumping into him with his sudden halt.

"Just what? Just that they despise my dad and think I'm going to get you killed." his voice was too loud for the time of night, but you understood his anger. You were angry as well--your dad didn't have the right to criticize Rick or say all the cruel things he did about Carl.

"They said they would try." you tried to reason. "That's mostly just my dad anyways, my mom likes you, I promise." you were only partially lying--your mom was trying to like Carl. She was the only one who would give him a chance.

Carl shook his head. "They both don't think I'm good for you, Y/N. Maybe I'm not." he looked down, his eyebrows furrowed.

Your heart dropped, "No," you said almost desperately. You grabbed his hands, "I choose what I do, you have no part in my decisions. They just don't like that I go outside the walls and they pair that with you," you explained. Your parents hated that you went on runs, especially with Carl. They never think you're safe, though you told them time and time again that you weren't going to stop. You were going to help the camp and not stay weak inside the walls. Carl was the one who taught you how to fight and sneaked the two of you out in the beginning. It was never anything you didn't want to do.

"But I really wanted them to like me," he said quietly, disappointed.

You squeezed his hands and he looked back to you. "Sometimes, parents are stupid. Mine are," you said with the shake of your head and a slight smile. You looked into his defeated blue eyes. "But I'm in love with you, Carl. I don't care what they think about you. Just because they can't see how amazing you are doesn't mean I'll stop loving you."

You tilted his chin towards you and kissed him gently. You wanted him to know you will always be there and nothing of your parents would change that.

You wrapped your arms around him as you pressed your foreheads together. It was dark out and you couldn't see much of him, but you hoped he was smiling like you were.

"I love you, too," he whispered, kissing you again.

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This one's short and sweet :) Hope you guys liked it. Merry Christmas Eve ;)!!

~ The Author