The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Carl Grimes] Lonely

PROMPT:
You're upset about your father dying and confess to Carl about how alone you feel. Then, Carl confesses to you about how much he cares for you and that you've never been alone.

{info: this imagine is set in season five, while they are at Alexandria. Also there is some exotic language used in this imagine haha}

You grasped the fence and took a deep breath. Your face, just inches from a foul walker. It kept growling, just growling.
You took the knife you clutched and stuck it through the walkers head, a small whimper escaping your mouth.

You'd raided a small cabinet in a locked room not too far from Alexandria. You found some type of alcohol. It was hard to swallow and tasted foul but you assured yourself you'd feel better once it went down. Well, it really didn't appear to make any difference to your shitty feelings at all.

Yeah, you still felt horrible about everything.

Hesitantly, you made your way back to Alexandria, keeping on the lookout. Your body staggered slightly. The alcohol had an effect on your body, that was for sure.

As the gates opened, you immediately saw a woman, fiercely staring back at you.

"You're not allowed out there by yourself, young lady." She says, poking her nose in your business- pathetic.

She wore a light green cardigan (it was this disgusting monster vomit colour) and worn out brown slacks with a frilly tank top.

Another happy go lucky Alexandria habitant.
"Oh please, don't you have a lemon pie or some shit to make? You weak ass people always do..." You spat. The lady gave you the most disgusted look and for a second you felt bad. Then you shook it off. Your father had died, you're allowed to be mean. You're allowed to leave and kill walkers. You're allowed to do whatever the hell you wanted. Nobody 'owned' you. It was your father's job to keep you in line. Now he was gone.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" She exclaims. In the corner of your vision you spot Carl, sitting on a porch with some boy his age.

You laughed with your mouth but showed nothing but pain with your eyes.
"My mothers dead- and you need to leave."

The lady crossed her arms.

"I'll be complaining to the constable about you- young lady. Maybe he'll pull you in line."

Out of coincidence, Rick waltzed over- wearing his uniform and everything.

He took a glance at you before attending to the lady.
"Mam, is their a problem?" He asks.

You stood closer to Rick, giving him a look that notified him that the lady had been bothering YOU.

He knew about your father, in fact, he'd been close with your father. Rick had your back,

"Yes. This young lady is really just plain rude."

Rick sighs, tilting his head to you.

"Hey," he places a hand on your shoulder. "You wanna go sit with Carl while I sort this out? You aren't in trouble with me sweetheart? Okay?"

He nods to Carl, who stands up, cradling Judith. The boy next to Carl stands up too and you walk up to them.

"Hey." Carl says. The boy next to them smiles.
"Hey. What's your name?" He asks. You scowl at him. Normally you'd be happy to hang with them but you needed to be alone. To cry or whatever.

"None of your business."
Turning around, you stormed away. One foot at a time, pacing down the wide road.

Carl followed, this time running by Rick to hand him Judith.
"Hey! Slow down!" He called from up the street.

You entered the mansion you and the group shared, slowly walking up the stairs. Your father had never gotten to see his room- to see the walk in wardrobe- to see a safe night.

"Carl- I don't want to talk." You tried to hold back the tears. I mean, no fricken way would you cry in front of Carl.

Though the tears came and even though you tried to hold them back, they poured out.

His arms wrapped around you hesitantly and you fitted your head on his shoulder, crying on it. Your arms clutched his body tightly, feeling warmth in his arms wrapped under yours and on your back.

"I get it- I lost one of my parents too." He whispered, his hand stroking up your back, which made you smile weakly into his back.
You pull away and sit down on the couch, pressing your forehead to the arm and sobbing.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to fall apart in front of you." You say in between sobs.

He shakes his head, a hand on your shoulder.
"No- it's okay."

You didn't know Carl too well but he was one of the only boys you had seen your age since the apocalypse first began. He was a friend- and you never really wanted to get too attached because you had a habit of falling too easy.

"It's not. All I've been doing is killing walkers, storming off and crying. I need to contain myself. It's just I've been feeling so-"

You bit your lip and took a deep breath.

"So what?" He asks.

You blink slowly.

"So alone. I have nobody. Nothing. What is the point of doing this whole survive thing if all I'm surviving is an end to the loneliness?"

He takes your two shoulders and slowly positions them so you're facing each other. His hair hangs over his blue eyes but you can still see them, staring into yours.

"Don't say it y/n. Don't say you're alone. As long as I'm here you're never going to be alone."

That was the sweetest thing you'd ever heard- and it made a tear go down your cheek. He took his thumb and wiped it away.

"I love you y/n. Always have, always will. I'm here for you. I will protect you with everything." His voice is broken but it doesn't makes a difference to you.

You touch your forehead with his, squeezing his hand lightly.

"I love you too Carl." You whisper back.

"I love you too..."