Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Carl Comforts You (Fluff)

HI THERE! Okay... the best friend in this imagine doesn't have a name. I left it up to you to name her. You could think of her as your best friend, or not if that's too hard for you. I don't care what you do... I just hope you enjoy it!

The walkers all pile in the department store the group has been staying in. Your best friend is screeching and squeezing her eyes shut. Ever since her family was eaten in front of her, she's been afraid of people, let alone walkers. She hates guns and violence now, but she does what she's being doing what she has to do.

Rick is yelling at her to get up, but she continues to cry and scream. The walkers get closer to you, and you try desperately to pull her up, "Come on! You're not going to die! We have to go, the door is right there, come on!"

You scream at her. She just covers her ears and cries. Rick gives you a look and mouths, "We have to go."

You look at her, and pull her up. She hits your hand and struggles out of your grip. She falls backwards, and the walkers jump on top of her.

She doesn't even scream, she just... lets go. Her eyes widen, and her body is torn apart by the walkers. Every walker stops and jumps on top of her. They all want a piece of your best friend, and you couldn't do anything about it.

Rick grabs your arm, and pulls you outside of the store. You scream, but it's mute. You no longer can say anything, your voice is gone. Rick shakes you, but you just sit there speechless. He sighs, and rushes you to the group.

Carl panics and asks his dad what happened. He was way ahead of Rick and you. Once outside, you drop to your knees on the ground and cry. You cry for your best friend. The group is still confused, but Rick pulls them aside and informs them about what happened just minutes before. Now you're just cradling yourself on the grass, sobbing uncontrollably into your knees.

The group leaves you alone for a little, but after about ten minutes Carl walks over to you. He keeps his distance, but makes sure you're alright.

He sits next you in silence for a while, then coughs, "Baby, I'm sorry. I know she was important to you. I just want to-" he stops talking when you look at him.

You shake your head slowly, "No... no... no. She was my best friend, and she's gone. Gone..." you strain your voice just enough for him to hear.

He closes his eyes before you begin to cry. He scoots closer and holds you in his lap.

He runs his fingers through your hair softly so it doesn't hurt you. You calm down your sobs and trace circles on his knee without thinking. Both of you sit there in silence.

Carl takes a deep breath, "I'm really sorry about (Y/B/F/N). She was cool." he broke the silence.

You nod and squeeze his hand, trying not to let out a loud sob.

"She was too innocent for this world's state. She's with her family now, wherever that may be," he looks down at your tearful face.

You shrug, "That doesn't mean I won't miss her."

He nods, "I know (Y/N), I'm sorry."

Getting back to the group, everybody tells you that they were sorry for your loss and that they're sorry they couldn't do anything. You just reassure them that it's okay, even if it isn't. Rick stays quiet for the most part. He blames himself, but you tell him it isn't his fault. He hugs you and apologizes over and over again. It's honestly the first time you ever saw Rick genuinely sad.

Weeks later, you were still mourning, but better than before. Rick isn't as sad anymore, and he no longer blames himself. In those weeks, you learned that you have to move on. You will never forget her memory, but you can't be sad for too long. Life goes on.

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Should I write an actual book for Carl Grimes? I wasn't sure if anyone will read it, but comment your opinion.

*Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.*