Carl Grimes Imagines

Dangerous (part one)

Sorry for mistakes :)

I combed gently through my hair with my fingers, although right now wasn't a very good time to care about my appearance. I had four scratches up my cheek, they were bloodied and scabbed. They were there from a couple of days ago, when I fought a girl for my own life. I took hers for mine.

She would've been beautiful if the world hadn't gone to shit. Too bad it's come to where I have to kill a person in order to feed myself.

I walked steadily down a dirt path, I lost my group about a month ago due to rotters. I would give anything to be with people that won't harm me again.

I wondered into a neighborhood, the first house on the right. My gun moved up for safety and I pushed the door open with my weak body.

It was clear all through the house.

Empty.

They're not carrying the suburban families. The mom that sets supper on the table every night, the dad who comes home from work and smiles when he sees his wife. The soccer playing son and the cheer leader daughter.

Now it's just a temporary blockade between the living and the dead. I find myself in the kitchen, checking every cabinet and even the fridge. Nothing useful.

Empty.

I walk back to the living room, my eyes shift around to the vacant space. I'm tired. I'm weak. I'm starving and dehydrated. I'm bruised and cut and torn. Something no girl my age should have to endure. But I manage to feel that one feeling creeping up again.

I feel empty.

I want to give up. I'm exhausted and I have nothing I need in order to survive. My hand tugs and fingers my hair as I slide down the wall. I don't cry, I can't. I'm too empty to conjure up tears. I close my eyes and breathe heavily. Why did the world come to this?

The door clicks and my body heaves upwards. My gun straight in my hand. My eyes meet an older beaten up man and a young boy. About my age. I assume that they are father and son. Their guns point at my aching body and I reflect their movements. The pistol shakes in my hand.

"Who are you?" The man chokes on his words. He can barely talk without breathing heavy. I don't speak, I just look at them worriedly.

"Answer the damn question." The young boy glares at me. The bruised up man seems a bit taken back by the teenage boy but doesn't say anything. Neither do I. I don't remember the last time I had to speak.

"I said who the fu-" the boy starts to walk towards me and I point my gun in his direction with no intention of shooting. The bloody guy pushes him back with his arm, warning him not to move. He just glares up at him and turns back to me with his gun.

"We won't hurt you if you don't hurt us. See?" The man gently raises his hand to let me know he won't hurt me. My guard falls just a little lower. I gaze at the boy, his gun is still aimed towards my head.

"Carl. Put it down." The man says slowly but the boy, Carl, doesn't move. "Not until she does." He growls at me, his eyes narrowing. I gulp, slowly putting my gun down. My knife is still in my pocket, I don't really know what these people are capable of.

"Carl." The man warns him and he finally puts his gun in his jeans. "Im Rick. This is Carl. We won't hurt you." The man struggles to form his words. I glance at Carl, he does the same.

"Im y/n." My voice is barely audible and Rick nods. "Y/n.. Are you hurt? Bit, or.. Scratched?" He can barely stand. "Uh no. Well I'm scratched but. But not by a rotter."

"You seem hungry. Are you hungry?" Rick talks slowly to me like I'm a little kid that can't comprehend words.

I don't reply, I just bite my lip. "Here." He goes to reach is a bag but Carl beats him to it. He jerks it from the bag, stomping over and shoving the pork-rinds into my delicate hands. He moves back for the bag and throws a water bottle. I don't catch it, it drops to the floor.

"Im not going to pick it up for you." The boy scoffs, I cough a little before moving down to pick it up. "Thank you." I say quietly and Rick nods at me. I pull off the cap and press the bottle to my lips. I almost cringe when I realize I've drunken it all. I look back at them in realization and start to stutter out apologies. "It's fine. We have at least eight water bottles in here. You and Carl need to share that bag for tonight though." I points towards the bag. I nod at the man and open the bag, moving across the room, easing up a bit. I hold the bag out shakily to Carl but he just glares at me again. "I don't want any." He says rudely and I'm not sure what to do. "Carl you need to-"
"I said I don't want any!" He barks at Rick and I'm a bit startled. He pushes past me, hitting my shoulder as he stomps up the stairs. "Did you clear the place?" Rick asks worriedly as he tries to move towards the stairs. "Don't worry." I try to say to calm him. He's gentle under my touch. I don't know what happened to them but they must have been through a lot of shit.

He turns to face me and points to the bag. "Eat that." He whispers before walking down the hall and into a bathroom. I do as he said, favoring every last bite. I only eat half the bag, I would feel even worse if I ate Carls half. I already drunk their water, I don't wanna burden them.

When I come back to the living room I notice that Rick is laying on a couch against the door.

"You're sleeping upstairs." Carl says. I hear Rick's subtle snoring as Carl walks towards me in the dark. His hand grasp my arm roughly and I flinch at the soreness from previous battles. He drags me upstairs again my will, before pushing my into a room. The door locks from the outside and I don't realize until he's pushed me in and I can't get out. I bang once against the door. "What are you doing?" I panic.

"You're staying in there until morning, who knows if I can trust you." He says rudely. "But what is rotters get in? Or people?" I shout back from the other side. "If I can make it up here then I'll get you. If not, well.. Just hope it doesn't happen." His voice is low and I begin to panic. I bang vigorously against the door and tears start to pull as I cry. "Let me out! Please" I choke on the few tears that are forming as I shout.

That's part one. :)