The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Carl Grimes] Wake Up Part 2

You don't let go of Carl's hand, as the two of you walk up the path. Tear streaken faces, blood and sweat. Saddened, broken spirits. You two walk ever so slowly, bumping shoulders with each step. In this moment, you wanted to be as close to Carl as possible. Making your mind know he was there, right beside you.

Ricks beaten figure limps beside you. He looks bad, really bad. You vowed to help him clean himself up as soon as you found a first aid kit. His sleeve is torn and his face is beaten and bruised. Whatever went down with him, you could tell how lucky he was to be alive.

The path was long, and soon enough you guys walk into a small clearing where a large shack sits. It looks like a pub and the deserted motorcycles parked by the front collecting dust tell you that nobodies been here for a long while.

You glance to Carl and frown. He is in pain. You know that you can't say anything to him that will help so you just be there for him. He needed the silence to think about things. Mourn.

Together the three of you approach the stairs, you limping up them beside Rick, Carl pulling out his gun and pointing it at the door as Rick opens it. You stand beside Carl, trying to get a good look inside the dark room.

"Stay outside. You two." Rick growls, mainly at Carl. From the years he's known me, he knows that I will listen to him. Carl was about the only one in the prison who wouldn't listen to him.

"Keep watch"

You nod your head but stop when you see Carl glaring at Rick.

"You keep watch. You can barely stand! I'm not gonna let you go in there alone!"

Rick tilts his head, an angry look on his face.

"Excuse me?"
Carl rolls his eyes at Rick.

"We've done this before. I'm gonna help you clear it. Y/N. Wait outside." He directs to you without even looking at you. You glare at him.

"No. I'm staying with you guys."

Yes, you were afraid to stand alone but anything could happen to these two. You preferred to be there with them. He looks to you, his expression begging you to just do what he says, then he looks to Rick, slightly shrugging as he inches towards the door.

"You should just let me do it by myself."

Your voice is hitched in your throat. The tension was unbelievable. All you wanted to do was sit down with Rick and clean his injuries, tend to your own and make sure that your family were okay. Thats all you wanted to do.

Rick sighs, looking to you and then to Carl.

"Lets go."

Together they bust into the room, guns raised. So you grab the gun you had picked up today and follow them. The gun is slippery, probably because its covered in another mans knee fragments and blood vessels.

Inside the pub smells of rotted wood but its empty. Nothing but an abandoned bar with broken bar stools and shattered glass cups. Rick enters a kitchen and looks to you and Carl.

"Kitchens clear."
You nod and follow Carl into another room, by the door of the room is piles and piles of barstools, locking a walker behind them. It growls at you three and you raise your gun at it.

Carl also raises his gun.

"I can get it from here." He says. Though Rick hushes him.

"No." he shakes his head. "No, its weak. I'll lure it out."

Rick begins fiddling with the barstools moving things away. He pulls a whole lot down at once, making everything come tumbling down and setting the walker free. Rick raises his arm and the axe he holds in it. When the walker is close enough, Rick pounds the axe into its head.