Here you throwing up in your cell, at 3 o'clock in the morning. You sighed as you cleaned yourself up and layed back down. You looked at the ceiling, but you could barely see it considering it was dark, and everything was fuzzy because of how bad you we're throwing up. You closed your eyes, trying to go to sleep. Somehow, the moans coming from the walkers soothed you. You felt your stomach churn again, so you got the bucket you were using, and let it all out, again. You soon felt your hair being lifted up, and someone rubbing your back. After you were done, you looked up to see Carl. "You should be sleeping," You said. "No, I should be taking care of my girlfriend," He corrected you. You sighed again, and layed down. He climbed over you and wrapped his arm around your waist. "You shouldn't be in my cell. I'll get you sick," You said. "When it comes to you, I don't care," He said. You blushed at his words. "I love you, " You said. "I love you too, Faith," He replied. And with that, you fell asleep at the sound of his heartbeat.
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The Walking Dead Imagines
Fanfictionpreferences and imagines where Carl, Daryl, Rick, Henry, Ron, or Glenn is your boyfriend in absurd situations.
