Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine 28.5

Carl's P.O.V.
I sit down right next to (Y/N) on the roof of the prison, flinging a blanket over us. She smiles, leaning her head on my shoulder.

(Y/N) and I have known each other for a year or two, but I've always managed to stay stuck in the friend zone. I've liked her since last fall, which has now been about a year.

"I've always loved to look at the stars. The only official constellations I know are the big and little dipper, but I've always liked to come up with my own," (Y/N) says, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"You see that bright star? Now in your imagination, draw a line from it to the one on the left of it. Now go up one, over one to the right and then come back down to the second star. I call that one Leah's Leaf," (Y/N) says, pointing up at the sky.

"(Y/N), before the apocalypse, what was your favorite type of music to listen to?" I ask, making her head perk up. She takes a moment to think.

"Probably alternative music. I liked Jimmy Eat World, Paramore, Cage the Elephant, stuff like that. You've probably never even heard of any of those guys, have you?" (Y/N) chuckles to herself, watching me shake my head.

"I liked Country," I say, and (Y/N) makes a gagging noise.

"Oh, hush. You can pretend didn't like it, but deep down you know you did," I grin.

"Ew, no!" (Y/N) shakes her head, laughing.

"So you're telling me you didn't like Johnny Cash? Carrie Underwood?" I ask, looking over at her. She shakes her head, a smile still on her face.

"It's not polite to stare, Carl."

I guess I looked a little longer than what I'd planned to.

"That's so cliche, (Y/N). Before you can ask, I'd love a photograph. I'm aware that they last longer." (Y/N) smiles, leaning her head on my shoulder again.

"Do you think we'd be friends if we met before the apocalypse?" (Y/N) asks.

Friends.

"No (Y/N), I don't. I would like to think we would be more than friends," I say, biting my lip. I feel her tense up, and I mentally facepalm.

"Did Beth tell you? That loudmouth! I can't believe-"

"What are you talking about, (Y/N)?" I ask, leaning away from her. "I haven't spoke to Beth since... last week."

"Carl, I like you. I've liked you for quite a long time. I was nervous to tell you because I wasn't sure how you thought of me. I don't know why I'm telling you now-"

I cup her cheek, brushing her lips against mine. She takes a quick breath, looking down at my lips, and then back up at my eyes. She crashes her lips against mine, running a hand through my hair. I rest a hand on her hip, the other still on her cheek.

"Hey, look at that," I say, looking up into the sky.

"A shooting star."

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rip, this was horrible. it was short and so cliche lol.

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