Carl Grimes Imagines

Imagine 36

(Y/N)'s P.O.V.
I play with my cross necklace, looking out over the wall. Woodbury has always been a safe place, but I'm starting to worry now that there's a new group trying to take us out.

"Hey, babe," Max says, planting a kiss on my cheek. I jump, putting my hand over my heart as I dramatically catch my breath.

"You startled me," I say, trying not to look up at him.

As much as I used to love him, I can't manage to get that feeling back. He doesn't know I know that he cheated on me, so he puts on this incredibly annoying act.

"Really? You must've been out of it. I made a bunch of racket coming up the ladder," He says, dangling his legs over the other side of the wall with me. He holds out his hand for me to take, but I decline.

Suddenly, gunshots go off from inside the wall, and we both spin around to see what's going on.

It's the other group.

They're slaughtering our people.

I lay down, putting their leader in my sights. Before I can pull the trigger, my gun gets kicked out of my hands.

"I would suggest that you put your weapons down, but we've already got that taken care of." A boy with deep blue eyes looks down at me, gun by his side. I sit up and scoot back towards Max, keeping my eyes locked with the guy with the gun.

"Man, I'm not hurting anyone. Take her, not me!" Max pleads, and I turn around in disbelief. He ignores me, still looking at the guy.

"Wow, dude. You're pathetic," The guy says, turning his attention to me. "I hope he's not your boyfriend."

"He's not," I say, turning back to look at Max. Max's jaw drops, but I ignore it. I help myself up, and turn to face the guy.

"If you're going to shoot me, just get it over with," I sigh, crossing my arms. The guy chuckles, shaking his head.

"No, I just want to make sure you're not hurting any of my people."

"Well, your people are slaughtering mine. Those are my friends down there. My neighbors. I've got to do everything I can to protect them. That being said, I'd really like it if you'd make your people stop."

"Well, Miss, that's easier said than done. We came in here with a plan to kill The Governor no matter what, and we are going to stick to our plan."

"Then I'm going to have to kill your people," I say, pulling out a pistol from the back of my belt. Before I can do anything, the guy has me in handcuffs.

"It's a cop trick. Dad taught it to me," He says, taking the gun from my hands. I sigh in defeat, flinching at each gunshot.

"I'll go down first, and you follow me. It's come with me or be killed," the guy says, starting down the ladder. I get a little more than halfway down the ladder before falling flat on my back.

I'm not sure how he wanted me to get down a ladder with handcuffs.

I wince in pain, the guy helping me up. He puts his hand on the small of my back, leading me to the alley between the wall and a house.

"What's your name?" The guy asks, leading me down the alley.

"What?" I ask, struggling to hear him because of the gunshots.

"What's your name?"

"Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"What's your name?"

"You guys have made a big enough mess already. I'll need to be here to help clean up the bodies of my dead friends."

"I'm going to keep asking until you tell me."

"What's your name?" I ask back.

"Carl. Now, what's yours?"

"Well Carl, I am going to kill you the first chance I get."

"No you won't. I'm too damn attractive," He smiles back at me. "So, what's your name?"

"Carl!" A guy whispers, causing Carl and I to both quickly look in his direction. It's the guy I had in my sights earlier. Carl grabs on to my arm, leading me to the guy.

"Dad!" He whispers, pulling his dad into a hug. His dad hugs him back, glancing over Carl's shoulder at me.

"Who's that?" He asks, letting go of Carl.

"I'm not sure yet," Carl says, turning to me. "What's your name?"

"Why would I give my name to two of the people who murdered my people?"

"Because we hold the power in this situation?" Carl asks, his tone suggesting that my question was dumb. I roll my eyes, sitting down against the brick wall.

"Get up," Carl says, offering his hand out to me. I look at it, but I don't take it.

"I'm not leaving."

"Oh my god," Carl sighs in frustration, throwing his head back.

"I try to do one nice thing, and look how the world repays me," he adds, pulling out his gun.

"Get up."

"I already told you, I'm not leaving-" Before I can finish my sentence, I'm thrown over Carl's shoulder. He carries me to the other entrance, holding me tightly so that I can't squirm away.

Before we reach the gate, I see my best friend, Sandra, sprawled out on the pavement.

Instead of trying to get away, my eyes fill with tears and sobs escape my mouth. Carl sits me in some sort of van, plopping down next to me.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, raising his hand to my face so he can wipe away my tears. I jerk back, hitting my head against the car. I put my head in my knees, and I just let it all out. I know you're not supposed to cry in front of you enemy or whatever, but that was my best friend. We did everything together.

"Please talk to me. I'm sorry," Carl says, his voice soft. "I didn't kill anyone, and I need you to know that."

I look up at him, and even though my vision is blurred from tears, I can make out the look of sincerity on his face.

I try my best to blink away my tears, but instead I just end up wiping my eyes on the sleeve of my jacket.

"Please take me back home," I say, my voice at a whisper.

"You don't want to go back there. I don't think there were any... nevermind."

"Any what, Carl?"

"I don't think there were any survivors," He sighs, looking at the ground. My mouth opens in disbelief, but I shut it quickly and turn to look out the back window.

"You can join our group. We can be friends," Carl says, giving me a soft smile. I give him a blank stare, leaning my head back and purposely smacking it against the car.

What is wrong with this group?

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