Carl grimes imagine

Carl grimes imagine

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Fanfic
The Walking Dead
One day u where in the bathroom and u herd a noise from our side the stall It was a walker u tried to fight it but it got ur finger and u killed it then u seen that there was blood all over your pinkie U Kleenex up the blood but there was a huge gash in ur finger Later they called down Carl to help out with the the walkers at the fence and then u told Carl I need to talk to you later and he said ok 5 minutes later u seen him walking down a hill u walked up to him and kissed him and passed out Then you woke up hours later and then u looked down at your hand and seen that finger that u got bit gone U started screaming And then Carl came in the room and the he calmed you down That night you couldn't sleep so you went to to Carl's cell and then u seen that he was wide awake and he said can't sleep so u said yea
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{s e a s o n 1 - 2} {t h e w a l k i n g d e a d} in the distance past the checkouts i spot a man roughly in his 40s sitting on a seat. he's slumped over, elbows resting on knees, his head hung low, shoulders rigid and unmoving; his short brown hair sticks to his forehead, sweat glistening under the bright lights of the mall, his chest is heaving like he's just ran a marathon and desperate for air. he glances up, eyes shooting across each individual figure rapidly, his eyebrows furrowed and cheeks flushed. his eyes keep dancing across each figure, looking at each one for just a second before bouncing to the next. soon enough his eyes catch mine, gaze locked onto me, no longer bouncing from person to person. he stares like he can see straight through me, like i'm not even here; my mouth dries, tongue suddenly heavy as a dart my eyes away before looking back at him again. he just stares. he looks ravenous.

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