Multifandom Imagines/Preferences

Immune-Carl Grimes

I really wanted to write a Carl one for some reason, and I'm going to be moving my Walking Dead imagines to this book.

      It was a sea of walkers, even the large group that had gone on the run couldn't have held them off. My back was pressed against the door, fighting the mob outside. I wish I would've stayed at the prison.
   
        Dirty, infected fingers reached through the crack in the door, so I used all of my might to push the door back. Daryl leaned over on the other side of the door, giving my strained muscles a break.

        The walkers seemed to grow more aggressive as they went another second without fulfilling their hunger. MORE seemed to join, and the door was much harder maintain.

         The door finally opened enough for one to stick his head in, his growled, and his jaw moved wildly.

        Carl stood across from me, helping his dad. He kept glancing at me. He glanced at me again, and I got distracted. I didn't know what hit me until there was an excruciating pain in my arm.

       I screamed and tried to rip the walkers mouth off my arm, but I already had my death sentence, and it's teeth were now gripping onto my arm.

       Daryl grabbed a knife and plunged it into the walkers skull. Rick pulled me away from the door, and took my place. I fell to ground, hyperventilating. I'm dead, I'm gonna die.

         I knew there was no way to save me, cause they couldn't cut off my arm like the did to Hershel's leg, since we were preoccupied with this hoard. I felt sweat drip down my face, and I grimaced with pain.
   
          Carl offered me water, but I waved it away. Why waste supplies on a dead person? Finally the hoard died down, and the door no longer needed to be pressed upon.

           By then, my skin had paled, and I was dripping sweat. Rick leaned down beside me, "We're gonna take you back to the prison, and Hershel's gonna cut off that arm. You're gonna live."

         I shook my head, "It already spread, I can already feel my brain turn to mush, and my thoughts slowly get stupider. Leave me behind." I rasped out.

        Daryl shook his head, "We made a promise to your mom before she died, we're not leaving you here." He growled.

        When they both reached down to pick me up, I swatted their hands away. "Can't you see? That promise isn't valid anymore! I'm already dead! Leave me!" I yelled, causing pain to flare up all around my body.

          "But you're just a kid, like me. You're my best friend Y/N, I can't lose you." Carl whispered. "You already lost me." I replied, "Just go."

          They all looked at me sadly, and reluctantly walked away. I continued to lean against the shelf, waiting to transform into a maneater.

           It never came. I waited for a couple days, drank what water I had left, and looked for food in this general store.
  
         I began a journey on the road again, not knowing where I was going. I was only armed with my fathers old hunting knife, and my moms old revolver, with a few shells.
 
       I still thought in my mind that I could die at any time. But I didn't. I was journeying for so long, that I had to stop and get new clothes since I had grown.

         I made it away from Georgia, and was closer to Washington, within a week later. Eventually I was tired of walking all that way, so I wired a car, and drive around. Until it ran out of gas.

       Soon I found myself without water, in the woods. Every time I passed a walker, they wouldn't even look at me, this walker bite that I survived from made me invisible.

        I found myself coughing since my lungs burned. I soon saw walls above me. I knew long ago that I could never trust anyone as much as Rick Grimes group, but I was in need of help, I was going to die. I'd been out on the road for years, and needed to settle down.

       I limped to the fence, and banged on it. The person watching the front called down and the gate was opened.
I fell onto the pavement inside the walls. I made it.

       Boots walked in front of my face, and I used whatever strength I had left to push up. I looked up, this man was so familiar. Rick Grimes.

        "Rick?" I asked. He seemed to look at me like I was insane. Then his eyes widened, "Y/N? I thought you got bit all those years ago."

           I nodded,  pulling up my shirt to show the bite mark was now just indents in my skin. "I lived, and now I walk through walkers and they don't even glance at me."

            "Well Y/N, it's great to see you. Let's get you cleaned up." Rick whistled and Michonne ran over. She saw me and smiled. She hugged me, it was the first time I made human contact in well, years.

               "Come on Y/N, let's take you back to the house to get new clothes, and let you take a shower." She lead me down the streets of suburban houses.

             We walked up the steps of a house, theirs I presume. "Carl's playing video games with some of the boys, but he'll be back later. He was hanging with them cause one of their girlfriends, Enid recently died." I nodded.

            She led me upstairs, and into a bedroom, and went to the closet. She grabbed a green flannel, with a white tank top, and jeans.

             "We have hot water here, and it lasts a while, and take your time, nobody's rushing you. We have an extra bedroom here, and we'd be glad to have you." I nodded and thanked her.

             I walked into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, and locking it.  I turned on the shower, and peeled off my dirty clothes, and got in. I scrubbed my skin until it was no longer caked in dirt and walker blood.

             My hair was tangled and matted with dust, and I saw it melt away into the drain. I got out of the shower, glancing in the mirror. I was at least 16 now. 4 years, it didn't seem like that long.

           I got dressed, and brushed out my hair. I got out of the bathroom, going to the bedroom that Michonne said I could have. There was someone sitting on the bed. Sheriffs hat, its Carl.

         "Carl?" I asked. He turned to me, and stood up, smiling. "When they told me  they found you, I thought they were crazy, I guess not." He pulled me in for a hug, and I hugged him back.

            "It's been years, you've grown so much." I said unto his shoulder. He chuckled and nodded. "You're alive. You're really alive!" I smiled. He brushed my long hair out of my face, "I missed you, I really did."

              "I did too. But I'm back, immune, and never going away."