Carl Grimes Imagines

Overcast Weather

So this imagine is kinda weird and all over the place, so sorry about that. This imagine also uses swear words and isn't the happiest so if you are not comfortable with that this may not be the imagine for you. Also sorry I haven't been updating, I've unfortunately been busy.
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"Fucking animal", you had muttered tiredly whilst shoving the blunt pocket knife you've had since day one through another biter.

You had been a part of Rick's group since the very beginning, to be more accurate you had actually been in the group before Rick had arrived, yet you still felt like this.

It's not like anything super traumatizing had happened to you as of late, things were actually good, or were supposed to be. You along with the group had been staying at a prison with food, water, and you actually had friends your own age. Yet you still felt like shit to be quite blunt.

It was almost like a thick fog had taken a hold over your body, and your head was forecasted as overcast. That was the best way to explain it though.

You imagined that you would almost feel guilty for that headspace, that is if you felt anything at all.

Your eyes had then slowly readjusted to your surroundings, and you continued ending the moans and groans fork the other side of the fence.

This continued on for hours, just as it did everyday. This is how you were living your life, some might say you weren't actually living at all.

The group, more specifically your boyfriend Carl, had noticed your behavioural change and even physical changes.

Your eyes had looked sunken in almost, your facial features remaining the same each day. He rarely if ever caught you sleeping, and the only thing you would now ever pour your energy into was killing, and he didn't know how much longer you could last like this.

Sometime between your mindless killing, Carl had decided it time to come outside to take over for awhile, hating seeing you so lifeless.

The blue eyed boy came behind you slowly, as to not interrupt your concentration. He had then slowly placed one hand on your shoulder, sending you a pitiful look before holding out his hand, awaiting for you to give him your knife.

Your attention diverted to your caring boyfriend, holding out his hand for your knife.

Your body tensed, as you clutched it firmly, with an iron grip. "Hey", you managed to mutter, not even bothering to fake a smile.

"Y/N, let me take over for a bit, so you can take a break", he spoke nonchalantly as to hopefully get you to rest.

"No I'm fine Sheriff, thanks for offering though", you said whilst wiping sweat from your forehead, killing one of the last few walkers outside of the fence.

To be 100% honest, the only reason you went outside all day was because you couldn't face them, you couldn't face reality or your emotions, so you shut them out entirely.

Carl sighed, using force to pry the knife out of your callused hand, to which he was successful.

"Carl", you sighed, hands on hips as you went to take it back, but your lack of energy along with him being stronger than you stopped you.

His arms traced your arms up and down as to console you after he put the blade in his pocket. "Please just take a break. Everyone's worried, I'm worried. I care, they care, and we just want Y/N back", he mumbled, eyes watering ever so slightly.

"Yeah well you can stop worrying because I'm fine. In fact I'm the only one here who does shit. If anything I should be worried at the state of our group", you argued, but very deep down you realized how far gone you really were.

He again sighed before staring you down again, moving his hands to the sides of your waist, trying to ease your pain, trying to stop your internal struggle.

"Please Y/N, p-please just let me in. Let yourself in", he muttered, barely audible over the winds swaying the tall grass that rose above your knees.

At that exact moment, whilst Carl's eyes dropped, water filling them. Whilst the wind rocked your body, something changed and you had felt as if all hell had just broken loose.

In a split second your hard facade turned into a sobbing mess. You had fallen into Carl, dragging him down to the hard earth. You sobbed loudly, your body shaking as flashbacks of everything replayed in your head. You grasped at your head, banging your hands against them.

"Make it stop, please", you cried out while you held onto Carl for life, whatever that now meant. Your boyfriend clutched onto you as the two of you sat in the grass, almost cradling you as you balled into his chest.

You hadn't actually remembered how long this continued, but your cries eventually got slower, as you tried to blink the horrific circumstances you have endured out of your mind.

By this time the shaggy haired boy had been drawing circles on your arm, and holding you close as you finally managed to look up at him.

He held an expression which you couldn't describe, he looked so sad, but at the same time relieved.

"I'm sorry", you said now sitting up to rest your head into the crook of his neck while he rubbed your back.

"Please don't be love, we both needed that. Even the strongest people do", he whispered, giving you a small smile before looking into your still watering E/C orbs before pecking your lips softly.

The two of you kissed softly, still shaken from the last couple of moments. With a smile Carl had then broken the kiss, picking you up bridal style before carrying you back to the prison.

You didn't object, you just relaxed your sore body, and enjoyed his touch.

"I'm sorry I'm so blunt", you muttered while his strong arms tightened around you.

"Don't be baby, your brutal honestly is quite refreshing", he teased with a smirk and wink which caused you to roll your eyes as the two of you entered the prison.

Your head rested back into his neck, while he carried you to his cell. No one commented, they just silently yet gratefully watched. If anyone could help you, it was Carl. You were each other's rocks, you needed each other to function, and Carl vowed it his duty to from now on make sure that you never felt this way again.

He laid you down softly, climbing into the small bunk bed as well, mumbling sweet nothings to you as you both slept.