I Can't Make You Love Me (Chandler Riggs Smut)

My name is Rowen Rose Justice. I'm not your average sixteen year old girl.

"Why's that," you ask? Well, basically because my life consists of one thing, and that one thing is The Walking Dead.

It all started when I was twelve. I loved the show so much. I'd watch it every Sunday with my mom. Never missed one episode, ever. For my birthday when I was turning fourteen, I decided to ask my mom for tickets to the Walker Stalker Con in Georgia.

"Actually, I'd like to go, so yes!" Is what my mother said. The con was October 28th, 2014. I had just turned 14 exactly 4 months before. When the actual day that the con happened, we woke up in our hotel room.

"Rowen, it's time to get ready to go." My mom tiredly stated.

"Ok mom, give me a minute." I said back. I got up, went over to the dresser that held my clothes, and opened the drawer that had my shirts. I picked out a shirt that I had gotten from Hot Topic for my birthday. It had Chandler Riggs as Carl Grimes on it, with his sheriff's hat on. The shirt was grey and it had barely any sleeve to it. I got into the drawer that held my pants. I took out a pair of high waisted shorts that faded from light at the top, to darkish at the bottom. I heard my mom turning on the shower, so I just changed clothes right there in our room. After I was done changing, I tucked my shirt into my shorts, and started to get out the hair straightener. I untangled the cord, and plugged it into the outlet. Turning it on high, I sat on my bed and got my black Converse out from under my bed. I slipped them on and picked up the straightener. I had just started straightening my hip length brown hair, when I heard the hotel phone making a beeping sound. I set down the straightener and walked over to the phone. Picking it up, I realized it was a voicemail.

"Hello, we are sorry for the mobs of screaming teenage girls in the lobby. We seem to have a celebrity guest staying with us. Sorry for any inconveniences that they cause you. We will be giving every guest here a discount off their rooms due to this issue. Thank you for your cooperation." Hmm. I wondered who the celebrity was. I set the phone back on the hook, and went back to straightening my hair. After about five minutes, I was finished and so I decided to see who this celebrity guest was. I knocked on the bathroom door to get my mom's attention.

"Hey mom, I'm going to go walk around the hotel and maybe get breakfast. I'll meet you back up here in an hour."

"Ok hun, be safe!" She yelled through the door. I grabbed my iPhone and the key card and walked out of the hotel room. I was on the fifth floor out of twelve floors, room 563. I heard a noise to the right of me as I was closing the hotel room door. I snapped my head to the right and heard the elevator noise. About 10 girls ran out of the elevator screaming. They ran over to me and asked if he was on this floor.

"Who exactly is he?" I asked the girls. One of the girls with the blonde hair spoke up.

"Well you should know." She replied with a rude tone while crossing her arms.

"Well you should like not be a bitch." I said back.

"Ok whatever, but it's Chandler Riggs. He's on your shirt, so I'm surprised you didn't know. Anyway, I have better stuff to do than waste my time on you. So goodbye." She had the most annoying voice ever.

"Bye. Oh and by the way, he's not on this floor." I smiled sarcastically at the blonde as the elevator doors closed. Could it really be? Could Chandler Riggs really be in my hotel? My eyes widened and my stomach did a complete flip just thinking about him being here. I was walking back to my room, while I pulled my iPhone out of my back pocket. I unlocked it and immediately walked right into a newly opened door, the room next to mine and my mom's. I fell to the ground on my back, and just laid there. I heard a male teenage voice.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?" He asked me. I tried to look at him but my vision was blurry.

"Yeah I'm ok, but I can't really see anything and I have a headache." I responded. I felt my body being picked up bridal style, and I was being carried inside of his room. While he laid me on his bed, he said something to me.

"Holy crap you're really beautiful." He laughed.

"Thank you so much!" I exclaimed and chuckled at the same time. As I was gaining back my vision, I could see who he was. I had just gotten called beautiful and I'm in the hotel bed of Chandler Riggs.

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