Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine 22

Since the last one was so short, I decided to go ahead and post this one today too.

For ClairezWaffle

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
I knock on Carl's door, shivering from the cold rain. The large, wooden door swings open.

"(Y/N)! What are you doing here? You're soaked!" Carl pulls me inside by the waist, shutting the door behind us.

"Hold on, I'll go get you a towel," he says, walking down the hall. He comes back with my lavender towel.

"You left it here," Carl says, opening it up and wrapping me inside of it.

"What are you doing here, babe? It's the middle of the night. If my Dad wasn't out on a run, he'd have both of our heads," Carl says, making me feel guilty.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I'm just- I'm afraid of thunderstorms," I say, shivering. Carl wraps his arms around me, trying to warm me up.

"My mother used to comfort me during them, so I guess I just need someone..."

"Come on," Carl says, grabbing my hand and leading me up the stairs. We enter his room, and I stand at the doorway while he digs through his dresser.

"Here's a tee, and here's some sweatpants," Carl says, walking out of his room and shutting the door behind him. I strip, but then I realize that I don't have any undergarments.

I decide to wear only his baggy tee shirt. His Dad is gone for the weekend, so why not try something new?

I walk over to the mirror and make my bun a little messier before yelling for Carl to come back in.

"So I was reading this comic the other-" Carl cuts himself off with a cough, leaning against the doorframe. He looks me up and down.

I stride over to his desk, slowly sliding a book off of the desk and onto the floor.

"Oops," I smirk, bending down to pick it up. Carl gasps, seeing that the shirt isn't long enough to cover me. I stand as he approaches me from behind.

"(Y/N)," Carl whispers, his lips grazing my neck as he does so. My eyes close as his hands slide from my hips to the hem of the front of my shirt, his fingers extremely close to my heat.

We've never had sex before, but I think eight months is long enough to make him wait.

"Carl!" The front door opens, causing us both to jump. I hear Rick starting up the stairs, but there's nowhere to hide. The door swings open, and Carl pushes me behind him.

"We're- Oh, you've got company. What did I come in here for? Oh, we're under attack. (Y/N), get some clothes on. Carl, we'll discuss this later," Rick says, shutting the door. I sigh, leaning my head against Carl's back.

"(Y/N), I've got to go help. Get those sweats on, and then go hide in the linen closet. I'll be back," Carl says, starting to walk away.

"But I need to go help-"

"(Y/N), this is nonnegotiable. Your job is to keep yourself safe, do you understand?" Carl asks, and I nod. He gives me a quick kiss on the forehead, and then leaves the room.

I love Carl, but he can get tense in these situations. This isn't the first time we've been attacked, and it most certainly will not be the last.

I slide on the sweatpants sitting on the corner of the bed, and then walk to the bathroom. I open the closet door, pull out all of the towels and linens, and then hide behind them. I put them back in place before pulling the door shut.

Fifteen minutes have went by, and someone has entered the house. Judging by the sound of their footsteps, I'm guessing they're in the kitchen.

"Rick? Are you here?" A voice calls from just outside of the bathroom.

Boy, was I wrong.

I hear the bathroom door swing open, the doorknob slamming into the wall. The shower curtain is opened, and so are the sink's drawers.

(Y/N), do not sneeze. (Y/N), do not sneeze. (Y/N), do not- I sneeze.

The closet door is quickly opened, and the linens are yanked out of their place. A man grabs me by my forearms and drags me out from my hiding spot.

"Who are you?" He asks, putting a knife to my throat.

"I'm (Y/N)," I say, my breathing escalating.

"Are you Rick's kid?" The man asks, applying more pressure to my throat with the knife.

"No, no!" I say, and he just glares at me.

"Hey, drop your knife!" Carl appears at the door, and the man quickly has me in a headlock, the knife close to my eye. A gunshot goes off, and the man falls to the floor. I fall with him. Carl runs over, helps me up, and then pulls me into a hug. 

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he repeats into my hair. I sob violently, tightening my grip on him. We stay like that for a moment, and then another set of footsteps are heard.

"Step away from the girl," A woman with shaved hair says, her gun pointed at me. Carl steps a few feet away from me.

A gunshot goes off, and I expect to hit the floor, but I don't. I open my eyes, and Carl is in a heap on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding his stomach. I look back over to the girl, and she quickly runs away. I fall down on the floor beside Carl.

"Baby," I choke, pulling his head into my lap. I wipe his sweaty hair out of his face.

"(Y/N)," Carl says, his bloody hand reaching up to touch my face. I can feel his blood being smeared all over my face, but I try to ignore it.

"You looked so damn hot in my shirt," he smiles, looking from one of my eyes to the other.

"I was really looking forward to when I got back," Carl says, making me laugh. I lean down, pressing my forehead to his.

"You've always had the prettiest caramel brown eyes," He says through gritted teeth.

"And you've always had the most luscious hair," I smile, watching his eyes dull. He's still here, but he's only hanging on my a thread.

"Do you remember the first day we met?" I ask, causing his lips to curl into a smile.

"I was in a beauty store. One side of my head had short, pink hair while the other had long, blue hair. I had on blue eyeshadow with pink lipstick." Carl laughs, coughing up blood as he does so.

"I was going to kill myself that day, Carl. You saved me, gave me a reason to keep going. I'll forever be grateful for that, for you. I love you," I get out, but the his face goes blank. All the life drains from it. I pull down his eyelids one at a time, kissing them as I do so. I carefully lay his head down on the tile floor, standing up. I start to walk away, but I take one last look.

I've got to help win this war.

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