It's a Love Story ~carl grimes book~

Chapter 23

     You don't think you're gonna leave that anytime soon

     On the drive home, you and Carl sat in the back seat together. Carl had his arm around you and you rested your head on his broad chest. You listened to his beautiful heartbeat. The song it sang. You wish that was all you were hearing. Yet Liam's words flooded through your head. The memories flooded back. Everything. It didn't phase you as much this time. You killed  him. You murdered  him. Out of pure anger. What have you become? What has the apocalypse done to you?

"You know" Carl said, the beautiful vibrations that rang through his chest pulled you out of your trance "What you did tonight, it doesn't define you"

"I killed him Carl. His blood, I-its on my hands. literally"

"Y/n, I've killed people. It's what we have to do to survive"

"But I didn't have to kill him tonight"

"Yes, you did" he interrupted you "He hurt you, y/n. You gave him what he deserved. If you hadn't, I would've. He'd be dead either way. He deserved to die like that. He deserved worse for what he did to you"

"I still feel bad"

"And that's okay. Soon, after you kill your next person, the guilt will fade, and you'll feel okay"

"How can I possibly be okay?" you asked, raising your head from his chest and looking into his oceanic eye through whatever light the moon supported

"Because you're strong. You can take this world. This world, it can't take you down with it"

"I wish that were true" you said, laying your head back down. Carl ran his hands through your hair. You stared forward out the windshield. Soon enough, you were dreaming

carl's pov

     As we neared Alexandria, I felt y/n go limp. She had fallen asleep. My beautiful baby girl. She is strong enough to beat this world. I see it in her eyes. What she did tonight, it wasn't her fault. It was pretty hot though. She's so gorgeous. I wish the world was kinder to her. I wish she got the life she deserved.

     Y/n began to shake as we entered the gates of Alexandria. Was she having a nightmare? My poor baby. As we parked, I tried to shake her awake. Her eyes still held closed. I picked her up bridal style and carried her into the house. I laid her beautiful body couch.

"Shut up" she mumbled "Shut up" she mumbled, repeatedly. As she continued saying it, dad, Michonne, and I gathered near, furrowing our eyebrows

"Baby?" I whispered, rubbing up and down her arm

"Stop" she mumbled "Liam, stop" Liam. That's why she's having a bad dream "Please, stop!" she began to shout. She jerked around and soon gasped and her eyes shot open "Carl" she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck

y/n's pov

"Carl" you gasped, pulling him into a tight hug. The nightmare that just took place in your mind was so terrible, it felt as if you were living it. You were taken aback by your actions when you glanced over Carl's shoulder to see Rick and Michonne with worried expressions plastered to their faces "S-sorry" you said pulling away from Carl "I didn't see you guys"

"Y/n are you okay?" Michonne asked, stepping forward

"Yeah, I'm fine. I-I just need a shower"

"You should eat something first" Michonne said 

"Maybe you're right" you giggled,  getting light headed

"Go sit, I'll make you some oatmeal, hm?" she asked

"but it's night" you giggled

"That's okay, just go sit" you did as she said and when your food was done, you ate it, and drank a glass of water

"Okay, can I get a shower now?" you asked

"Be careful" she said

"Relax, I'm just gonna get a bath. I'll be fine"

"Hold on, I'll draw your bath water and help you up the stairs" Carl said

"You guys need to chill. It's just a few bruises" you giggled. Each of their faces dropped.  They looked confused, and terrified.

"I guess we forgot you can't see your own face" Rick said. You brought your hand to your cheek and winced, as it felt as if your fingertips held a flame that burnt your face. You pulled your hand away and looked at it. The blood o Liam that previously covered your forearm and fingers had faded for the most part, but your own blood  slipped down your fingers. 

"Where'd that come from?" you asked yourself, seemingly aloud.

"The guy you said hit you, he had brass knuckles on, y/n" Rick said

"H-he did?" Rick nodded "That's why it hurt so bad"

"Did he hit you anywhere else?" he asked. You thought for a moment, and remembered him kicking your torso. You untucked your shirt and unbuttoned each button exposing your bra, and bare torso. Carl and Michonne's eyes widened, Rick couldn't remove his eyes from your bruised, bleeding torso. (no they weren't looking at your boobs you fckin pervs ew)

"Oh my god y/n" Carl said, reaching his hand out, gently tracing the wounds that laced over your bare skin. You winced in pain.

"You didn't feel this?" Rick asked

"No, I guess I kinda felt numb" you said

"Come take your bath, we'll patch you up later" Carl said, leading you up the stairs

"Don't do anything stupid" Rick said

"Chilllllll" you huffed, everyone giggled at your response

     You got upstairs, Carl put the toilet lid down and helped you sit. The pain began to feel unbearable. You began to shake at the feeling in your ribs, or, lack of feeling that is. Everything hurt. You didn't know how badly you'd been hit. You felt like you got pushed down Mt. Everest. Carl drew your bath water and helped you up

"You don't have to help me up, Carl. I can stand, you know" you giggled

"Mhm, come here" he said, taking your jacket off. He  then proceeded to gently remove your shirt. He took your belt off, and the leg strap around your thigh. He removed your shoes and socks. "Pee-u" he joked

"Hush" you giggled, smacking his shoulder. 

     He stood up and unbuttoned your jeans. You felt your stomach churn as you remembered your scars, Carl hadn't seen them yet, as it was dark last night and he didn't get a look sat your legs. He slowly pulled them down, trying not to hurt you. You watched as his eyes widened, and he looked at you with a pained expression. Your heart sank at the look, and you felt guilt rush over you like a wave of dirty salt water 

"Why?" he choked out

"I was depressed, Carl. I didn't know a healthy was to cope" you said, rubbing his arm

"You don't anymore, right?" he asked

"Three years clean" you smiled. He kissed your knee and finished taking your pants off. He then moved to your underwear, and slipped them off. He traced his hands up your fragile torso, and unclipped your bra. He helped you into the tub. You laid down in the hot water, and felt the fluid slip into each rip in your skin. The burn washed over you, and quickly faded.

     Carl's eyes stayed glued to you, every movement you made. 

"I can't believe they did this to you" he said

hey so I'm adding this like two days after I uploaded this chapter but after I finish this book, I'm going to make a book of Chandler/Carl imagines. so, if you have any requests, lmk now. I already have a few ideas but not a lot. so, please just comment here and tell me. they will all most likely be y/n scenarios so if you do request, I won't be using your name for the sake of other peoples enjoyment.