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;)
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your p.o.v:
My knees were aching, scrapes crossed along my arm. Tears strolling down my face with no trouble.
Abraham slowly rises on to his knees again, blood trickling down his face while he looks at Negan. He says something to him but I can't hear anything, ringing pierced through my ears. Negan strikes the barb wired bat to Abraham's skull once again, this time he didn't get up, the bat repeatedly made contact to his head. I glance at Carl, his face expressed anger, sadness, and a small bit of fear.
Negan finally stops, he makes his way over to Rosita, tormenting her. She's in shock- it's the most painful thing to see someone you love, being killed right in front of you and you can't do anything to save them. Rosita was placed right beside me, on my left- Daryl stands up and launches himself to Negan and punches him right in the face with his injured arm. "No!" Negan screams as if Daryl committed an awful crime, "no!" Negan rephrased. Dwight and another person holds Daryl down and keeps their weapons at head point, I still couldn't make out what Negan was saying- fear took over my body as he inches closer to my direction, I look at Glenn as he mouths 'it's gonna be okay'
As much as I wanted to believe him, I couldn't. 'just look at me' he whispers, I keep my focus on Glenn. He tries to give me a comforting smile but I know he's just as scared as I was. Daryl was put near me, close to Glenn, I try to calm myself but Negan's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"now.." he spoke, his bat is so close to me, I shut my eyes close- not wanting it to be Daryl.. I'd rather it be me than anyone else, my heart races as my hands clench. "Back to it." Negan's voice was clear, I let out a small whimper. I felt nothing, I opened my eyes only to see Glenn on the ground.
"No!" I hear Maggie's voice painfully shout. My hands start shaking so much, I couldn't cry.. It felt like I've already cried all my tears out, my heart starts to physically ache as I hear Negan speak his bullshit. Glenn makes an effort to get up, I look at him- it barely looks like Glenn. My chest tightened, "n-no" I whimper. Glenn tries his best to speak, which breaks my heart even more.
"M-M-Maggie.. I-I'll f-find you." he manages to say.
Negan lets out a groan and he starts bashing Glenn's head like Abraham. Suddenly, it feels as if my world was crashing down on me, Glenn was my best friend, almost like my father.
His blood scatters all over the place, getting on my face, arms and whatnot. I hear Maggie's sobs, making me want to make a bullet go through Negan's head. He's a monster, sure- we all were in some ways. But it's so fucking messed up to bash out people's heads with a bat covered in barbed wire. This man took away two of the most brave, strong men. My heart aches more as I take a glance to Glenn again, his hands twitching as his lifeless body lies next to me.
I look over to Carl again, he looks even more anger than he did before, his eye tearing up but he refuses to let his tears fall. All I wanna do is to be in his arms, one of the places where I most feel safe. His face softens as his eye direct into mines.
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As soon as we got back to Alexandria, I tried to get to my room before people question what happened. My tear stained cheeks had Glenn's blood smeared all over them. I felt disgusted, to have my family's blood on my skin- he wasn't my biological family member, but you don't need to have the same blood to be family.
Glenn has saved my life so many times, and the one time that he needed saving, I couldn't do anything.
Carl came into my room. "C'mon" he spoke softly, he lifted me off of my bed and helped me stand up with his two hands placed on my waist. He took my hand and led me to the bathroom, I hear him start the shower- making sure it was warm enough. I felt like a baby that needed to be cared for, I wasn't, but I felt numb- like I couldn't do anything.
Carl took his flannel off of me, he gave it to me when we were on our way to the Hilltop. Leaving me in a plain grey t-shirt, he placed me on the counter, untying my shoes and taking them off. He continued taking my clothes off, he was my best friend- not caring about how awkward this was. His eye didn't dare to leave mine as he placed the last piece of clothing I had on- on to the ground. He took my hand and helped me into the shower.
"I'm gonna go change.. I'll be back later, k?" Carl's soft voice echoed lightly. "Okay" I mumble as I hear the door shut.
time skip, brought to you by \(•w•)/ my lazy ass.
I crawl into my bed, doubting that I'm gonna get any sleep. My eyes feel droopy, likely red due from all of the crying.
I'm not getting sleep anytime soon, so I just stare at the blank wall, not knowing any of my feelings other than devastation.
Carl walks in 25 minutes later with water bottles and snacks. He places them down on my bed and lays beside me.
"I'm not hungry." I stated, he just shook his head- indicating that he understood. "I'm not making you do anything, just brought them up in case you wanted anything." he shrugs. I stay silent, not wanting to speak- but knowing he'll get me to. "You're not gonna sleep, are you?" he questions and I nodded my head in return.
"I'll stay up with you.." Carl glances down at me. I shook my head "no, you don't have to. I might fall asleep." unsure of my roaming thoughts.
"Do you wanna try to sleep?" he questions, I bit my lip, as much as I don't want to- all this stress is tiring. "I g-guess"
Carl fully lays down on to the bed, getting under the covers and wrapping his arms around me.
He was so loving, he always was.
Being his best friend was a privilege, I was so lucky to have him by my side.
Looking into his eye, made me admire his soul, he was so pure, too kind for this cruel world.
Carl lets out a chuckle as he nuzzles his head into my neck, indicating that I made him a bit shy. "You're staring" he spoke against my skin, feeling warmth rising up to my face. I couldn't get any words out so I stay silent.
Wanting to feel closer to him, I bring my arm around his torso and rest my head down. I feel exhaustion flow throughout my body, closing my eyes- hoping to get some rest.
"Y/n?" ugh, just as I almost fell asleep.
I pull back to look at Carl, before I had been able to say a word.
