Carl Grimes Imagines

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
"Maggie, I just took a pregnancy test." Maggie's mouth falls open in shock, but she is quick to close it.

"Do you know the results?" Maggie asks, a smile on her face. I shake my head.

"I'm too scared to look. I don't know if I'm scared that it'll be positive or negative, though."

"Well, (Y/N), you've always wanted a baby. You and Carl have been married for what? Six years now?"

"Seven," I correct her.

"Carl would make a great father, and you'd be a great mother. Glenn and I would be here to support you, and so would everyone else," Maggie says, rubbing my forearm.

"I know you and my brother would support me, but I don't know how Rick is going to react," I sigh, looking down at the ground.

"(Y/N), you're worrying about things that aren't even relevant yet. You just said you haven't even looked at the results!" Maggie laughs, causing me to smile.

"You're going to go back home, look at that test, and tell me the news. If it's negative, good. If it's positive, good. I'll be here," Maggie hugs me, and then walks me out of her house.

I walk back across the road, back into my house, and then into the bathroom. I pick up the test, a small plus showing up on the screen.

I stick the test in my back pocket and head to the kitchen. Just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean the chores are going to do themselves.

I'm just starting to sweep when there's a knock at the front door. I prop the broom against the wall and go open the door.

"Oh, hey Rick! What are you doing here?" I ask, running a hand over my back pocket.

"Carl's been bit," he says, a tear running down his face.

"Excuse me?" I ask, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. Rick wipes his cheeks.

"You heard me."

"Where at? How? Is he still alive?" I ask, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"I don't know!" Rick sobs, pulling me into a hug. I've known Rick for a while, but this is one of the first times I've seen him cry.

Should I tell him?

"I'm going to check for him at the hospital. You can tag along, or you can stay here if you'd like," I say, running to the kitchen to grab my car key. Rick follows me out, so I assume he's coming with me.

I pray it's on one of his limbs. Preferably his left arm. Carl's right handed, so if he ever wants to teach his son about football-

"(Y/N), shut up! You don't even know it's gender!" I yell, causing Rick to glance over at me.

"Sorry, I was just thinking," I say, turning my eyes back to the road. I'm glad Alexandria is a big town. It's big enough for you to have your own space, but it's small enough for you to know that everyone's just down the road.

I pull into the hospital parking lot, and as soon as I stop the car, Rick and I jump out. We start out walking quickly, but we end up in a dead sprint before we reach the hospital doors. Rick pulls them open as I run inside, stopping when I reach the front desk.

"Carl Grimes?" I ask, rocking from foot to foot. The lady at the front desk doesn't speak up until Rick shows up.

"Room 33," the lady says. Rick nods, and we head down the hallway. Carl's bite must be lethal, because the only people they send to a room in the thirties are the dying patients.