NOWHERE KIDS | ONE SHOTS

So We Meet Again (Carl Grimes)

Ship: Carl Grimes/Reader
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Word Count: 3,779

A/N: one of my most popular one shots to this day....

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You stared at him. Was it really him? Could this be? How did this happen? How was he still alive? How did you get here again? You had too many questions and not enough answers.

"Carl?" You asked him, looking into his eyes. They were the same as you remembered, and just as blue. But now, unlike before, he had deep sorrow in those eyes. And you didn't blame him. The world had gone to shit, and there was pratically nobody left.

"(Insert your name here)? It's actually you?" He asked.

"Yeah, your dad just found me out there, wandering around. outside of this prison. I recognized who he was right away. He recognized me too. And as soon as I realized who he was, I knew that I was going to see you again." You said. You actually had tears in your eyes. Everyone was coming out from their cells in cell block C to watch to you two. But you really didn't care. All that mattered was Carl. The boy that you knew as a kid. The boy that you once had a serious crush on. He was back, and he was cuter than ever.

"Come here." He said. There were tears in his eyes too. He pulled you in for a tight hug. You held him close. You never wanted to let him go.

"I missed you." You said quietly. You willed yourself not to cry into his shoulder, but you just couldn't help it.

"Same here. Remember the last time we saw each other? We were just little pipsqueaks. Now we're all grown up, and here we are, right back with each other again." He looked into your eyes and smiled.

You laughed. "Yeah. I remember...."

XX

You first met Carl in third grade. You went into your classroom on the first day of school, and found the seat with your name tag on it. Your desk was right next to some boy that you didn't know.

"Hi." You greeted politely. He didn't answer you. You waited a few seconds.

"Hi." You tried again.

He turned to look at you. You noticed a ton of freckles on his face, kind of cute. "Hi." He said.

"What's your name?" You asked him.

"Carl." He said. "Carl Grimes. You?"

"I'm (Insert your name here)." You say.

He sticks out his hand like a professional would. A little much for a third grader, but you shake with him anyway. "Nice to meet you." He says, smiling.

You smile back at him. "Same here." You feel a blush creep it's way onto your cheeks.

Then your teacher storms in, a big lady wearing a huge blue dress. "HELLO CLASS!" She shouts, a little louder than necessary.

"Hello!" The class greets in unison. She turns to scribble some class rules on the whiteboard.

"She looks like a whale, and sounds like one too." Carl leans over and whispers to you.

You giggle, and the teacher turns around at the noise.

"Want to share what's so funny, young lady?" She asks in that booming voice of hers.

You blush. "No." You say quietly.

"What is your name?" She asks, staring you down.

"(Insert your name here)." You say quietly. Were you going to get in trouble already, on the first day of school?