chandler riggs and occasional Carl Grimes imagines

stupid boys

so this is lowkey happening to me except instead of having Norman and Chandler, I have my favorite pillow and Instagram. oh and instead of alcohol, it's green hug juices. but I still have granola bars and a broken heart, so, yeah. enjoy. also, pretend that you're a character on twd and it's the season eight area, so Ron has already been killed off. you and Austin (plays Ron) have been together since before he got killed off

baby: meet me at our bench?

you: sure, what time?

baby: 7?

you: yeah, see you then, love❤️

no response

you: omw

baby: k

     k? he never answers with k. is something wrong? you felt a knot grow in your stomach as you neared the park you and Austin had spent so much time at. as you got out of your car, you took a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself. your attempts didn't work.

     you walked closer to the bench you and Austin had your first kiss on, and with each step, the pit in your stomach grew larger. you walked around the corner to see Austin, sitting with his head down, fiddling with his fingers.

"babe?" you said, his head shot up to make eye contact with you

"h-hey" he stuttered "sit down" you took a seat next to him, your leg touching his, looking at the side of his face as he looked down at his feet

"what's wrong?" you asked, putting your hand on his leg

"i-uh, I think we need to break up" he said. you felt tears weld in your eyes, the tone in his voice sounded as if you'd only been in a relationship for two months, rather than two years. you blinked your tears away as you didn't want him to see you cry

"w-why?" you choked, struggling not to burst into tears

"you're just too much, sometimes, ya know?" he said, refusing to make eye contact "some of the things you say in public, i-its embarrassing. I can't do it anymore" you kept quiet at his words. youre too much. you're too much. you're too much. are you actually too much? "but it's not your fault" he said, realizing what his words did to you

"it's not my fault? you just said I'm embarrassing and too much, now you're saying it's not my fault? no, austin. it doesn't work like that" you said standing up, beginning to walk away.

"y/n, wait!" he said

"get lost, Austin. you broke up with me, remember?" you said, tears now streaming down your face. you heard nothing after this.
  
     you got into your car and rested your head on your steering wheel. hot tears rolled down your puffy cheeks. you wiped away your tears and grabbed your phone

you: hey Norman, will you come over? Austin broke up with me. bring me alcohol.

daryllll: you're under age

you: shhhhh no one has to know

daryllll: omw

you: I'm texting Chandler too

next, you texted your best friend

you: hey chan, come over? I'm sad. bring me food. Norman's coming too, so bring enough for all of us. love you lots idiotface❤️❤️

chandaman: omw, gorgeous stoopidhead. see you soon.

     you always loved how Chandler talked to you. he was there when Austin wasn't. he stood by your side through everything. every breakup, every characters death on the walking dead, every fight you had with your parents. he was there.