hello,
I wanted to make a book full of Carl imagines because a lot of people who made an imagine book stopped when my cyclop cowboy died:( and i don't want him to be forgotten.
so here's a book of Carl Grimes imagines in the making;)
a/n: YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, I DONT CARE WHAT YOU SAY- I MAY NOT KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE BUT YOU ARE FUCKING BEAUTIFUL AND YOU DESERVE TO BE TOLD THAT EVERY SINGLE DAY.
warning: self-hatred ____________________
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your p.o.v:
"CARL GRIMES LET ME FUCKING CHANGE YOUR BANDAGE THINGY!" I shout at the closed door.
Carl wasn't coming out of his room, once he overheard Rick and I speaking, he locked himself in his room. Rick was already gone, bloody man didn't want to deal with his own son's stubbornness so he left me to it.
"Go away."
"Carl. fucking. Grimes." I kick his door after every word, but i just hear him groan in annoyance. "Open this door!" my fists were clenched, I don't understand why Rick couldn't have got someone else to help Carl. It's not like I was going to be grossed out, or judge him in any form, Carl's just too stuck up to get it over with. He should know by now that I wouldn't do anything to make him feel uncomfortable or whatever.
*click* I hear the lock on the door unlock, finally. I turn the knob and push the door open, after an hour and a half of him being stubborn.
"Y'know if you opened the door nearly 2 hours ago, this would've been over and done with." my voice sounds drained. He stays silent and sits on his bed with his long, brown, shaggy hair covering the right side of his face, tear stains on his cheek. My face expression softens and I suddenly feel guilty, I don't know how it feels to have one eye- nor how insecure he is about it.
"I cleaned it already, I j-just need help putting the gauze and stuff over it.." his voice was shaky and unsure.
I approach him and sit beside him, lifting one of my legs on the bed so I'm turned towards him. He hesitates to face me, but does anyways. I cup his cheek and left his head up so he's looking at me, and I move his hair out of the way. His head tilts down once again but I gently move it upwards again, I'm not phased by the missing eye but he can't see that.
"It's gross isn't it?" his lips parted carefully. I shake my head. "Carl, I've seen much worse. I'm not weirded out or anything, you know that I wouldn't judge you."
"ou once I seen this walker, it had it's ear bitten off- and it's hand was hanging off its wrist! It was so gross and-" I speak excitedly but stop once I look at Carl's expression. "Oh- uh.. It isn't gross.." my voice faltered.
He doesn't respond- which makes me feel like an asshole. I take the gauze and shit and wrap it around his head and over his missing eye. I didn't want to speak, fearing that I'd say something wrong.
"Y/n?" "yeah" I gaze while finishing up his bandage. "Do you know how pretty you are.." his voice was quiet, but loud enough for me to hear.
"I'm really not" I nervously let out a laugh. Carl just looks at me in awe, his mouth slightly agape.
My mind wanders as I quietly say "W-what made you say that at this moment..?"
"I just got too stuck in my insecurities, I-I never realized that you've had yours." his blue eye holds kindness in it. "You always seem to cover yourself up, downgrading and comparing yourself with others." he continues.
My heart goes soft as his compliments rings in my ears.
"You're beautiful, y/n." Carl lets out an uneven breath.
I place whatever gauze was left on the his desk and kiss his forehead.
