The Walking Dead Imagines (TAKING REQUESTS). ❤️

Carl Imagine.

It's been 2 weeks since you &' Carl have been broken up, and everyday it's been torturing you. You pretend that it's cool, but your heart is breaking in two. You never see him anymore, it's like neither of you ever leave your cells anymore. You used to live in the cell with Carl, until you two got into a fight, which caused your break up. Thinking back on the memories, you began to cry, it's probably a little past midnight, and you should be sleeping, but you can't stop thinking about what you used to be, you're nothing without Carl. You try to muffle the cries in your pillow, but they become uncontrollable. Louder, louder, harder, faster, it gets harder to breath. Panic attacks. You want to walk to his room and hold him but you don't have the strength. The more you think, the more silent the room becomes, you look up and see Daryl &' Rick, running towards you. As you slowly realizing, your twitching, you're losing all control of your body, you can't think, you can't hold still. You're having a seizure. "Daryl, hold her on her side." Rick says, holding you tight, forcing your medicine down your throat. "She hasn't been taking it." Daryl said, almost in tears. (Daryl is your big brother.) "I should have done something." He says. Rick realizes then, that she needs Carl. Carl is the air she breathes. "CARL." Rick shouts, "WE NEED YOU." It's Y/N.

Carl's POV.
Dad sounds pretty scared, I thought. "Without thinking anymore, I run down the hallway, I run to Y/N's cell. They're struggling to hold her, I panic automatically, and began to do the seizure restraint that she taught me. Slowly, she begins to stop, but she stops without a heartbeat. "Y/n?" I ask, shaking her. "y/n wake up." I say, crying. I start giving her CPR. "Please don't leave me. I'm sorry for everything." I say, crying. The CPR doesn't work. I lean over on her bed and cry, holding her hand, and for the first time in a long time, I begin to silently pray.

Y/N's POV.
I feel warmth on my hand, slowly I began to wake up. "C-Carl." I gasp. I'm dreaming, I think. I have to be dreaming. "Y/n, you're-you're alive." He says, standing up, still crying. He gives you a tight big hug, and tears began to stream down your face. You haven't felt his arms around you in what seems like forever. "Y/n, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ever left, it's been killing me too. I hate myself, oh god, I hate myself so much. I ruined my life, I ruined my chances, I'm sorry Y/n." His head falls to your chest, crying. "Carl, I love you." You say, rubbing his forehead and crying. "I love you so much, please give me a chance, I won't mess up again." Tears strolling down your face. "Shh." He says, placing a finger on your lips. "Calm down, I love you too." He lifts your chin, then kisses you hard. "I'll never mess up again."