Carl Grimes Imagines

Shitty World

Carl and I were sitting down in the woods reading comics.

"Babe?"

"Yeah?" asked Carl

"I'm hungry," I said laughing.

"Here," said Carl giving me an apple.

I smiled and grabbed the apple, I took a big bite and munched it.

"You know what I miss?"

"What?" said Carl looking at me.

"Pizza"

Carl laughed, "I miss hamburgers"

"My gosh, I do too. The juicy meat"

"You're making me hungry (y/n)" said Carl closing his eyes, "But I miss that too"

"Don't you sometimes wonder why and how the world went to shit"

"I remember a lady who was in our group, Jacqui she said that it was the wrath of God. Maybe it is I don't know" mumbled Carl

"I sometimes pray myself to sleep. Trying to wake this nightmare but it's just our life now"

Suddenly before Carl could respond two walkers saw us.

Moans escaped their mouths hungry for their next meal.

I took out my knife and headed towards the one closest to me.

I stabbed the walker and Carl did the same.

"We should head back," said Carl grabbing his stuff.

I nodded and grabbed our bags.

During the walk, I could sense the tense realizing that Carl doesn't like talking about the shitty things.

"Carl?"

Carl didn't stop walking, "Hmm?"

I stopped in front of him, "I'm sorry for making you feel weird"

"It's okay. I just don't like talking about it" responded Carl giving me a weak smile.

"I promise I won't talk about that again baby"

"Thanks (y/n)" said Carl holding my hand, "Let's go"