The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Carl Grimes] Hold My Hand

Hey Beautiful People! I have kik (have had it for a while) but have been thinking maybe I could make a group for all things walking dead and if you guys want to join you can join? Tell me what you think :)

PROMPT:
Sam let the monsters get to him. They were right there- and he was so so scared. He was engulfed by walkers. Jessie shouted and shouted. Her son had just died. She was engulfed by walkers. Ron stole Carl's gun and pointed it at Rick.
Michonne got to him first. Preventing anyone from getting shot. But did she?

[DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED 06:09]
set in 06:09

"Dad?"
You turned your focus away from Ron's dead body, scanning the mass of bodies for Carl's.
There he stood, with a huge gaping hole where his eye should have been.
Then, in a matter of seconds, he fell.
You and Rick exchanged a glance, you shooting up from the ground and sprinting over to Carl's side.

Oh no. This wasn't good. No. No. You needed to get him to the infirmary.
Together, you helped hoist Carl into Rick's arms. You turned to Rick, who looked absolutely stunned.
"I'll clear a pathway. LETS GO." You practically scream. Michonne and you run ahead, pulling out blades from your bloodied ponchos, leaving the corpse of Ron, Jessie and Sam behind.

In front of you, all you saw was red. Blood, anger and pain. Red.
Carl. You couldn't even stand to think about it. There wasn't time for what if's and what nots. He was going to survive. No. He couldn't die. Not now. Not for a long time.

You swung your machete through the crowd of walkers, shoving them to the side and pushing them out of the way. Your feet padded along the ground fast and swiftly.
Clear a path and get Rick to the infirmary with Carl.
That's all that mattered.
He was going to live.
Everyone was going to live.
It was going to be okay.

The whole way to the infirmary felt like a blur. You ran faster than you'd ever ran before, dodging through the gaps of walkers and killing the ones that got in the way. Blood speckled on your face, then blood painted your face. You saw red. That's all you saw.

When you arrived at the infirmary the door swung open.
"Quickly!" Someone from inside yelled. "Get inside!"
"Carl!" You stammered, falling over yourself. "He's been hurt. Is Denise here?!"
"I'm here!" You heard Denise's shaky voice reply. Rick came in, with Carl in his arms.
He placed Carl down onto the bench and stepped back, still looking shell shocked and ridden with pure fear.
"I'm gonna need a hand!" Denise shouted. You stepped forward, ready to help.
"Hold this to his socket." She ordered. You took the gauze from her and held it onto his eye socket. Now you could see it, like a deep canal travelling through his head. It was horrible and gory. Anybody else and you'd probably have looked away.
She gently moved your hand from him and took over.
"What's your name?" She asked, her forehead beading with sweat.
"Y/n." You replied, your voice shaky with fear.
"Okay, Y/n, what are you to Carl?" She asked. You blinked, not sure how to answer.
"We don't have a lot of time. Now tell me!"
"Best friend."
"Okay." She took her focus off you and onto Carl.
"I want you to hold his hand- tightly. If he wakes up then he needs to see you. Not me? Understand? It's the shock." She begins working on his eye and nervously talking to you while she does so. "If he sees me when he wakes up he's going to freak out. He's going to sit up, mess with the stitching. Be ready if he does."
You crawled to the other side of the hospital bed and sat down beside him.
"Shouldn't Rick-" your eyes searched the room for Rick. He must have left?! Why the hell would he leave?!
"TAKE HIS HAND." Denise yelled. You jolted, taking his hand and holding it tightly.
"Michonne." Denise called. Michonne, who watched distressingly, came to the front.
"I'm going to need your help with these stitches."
"Rick's out there!" Michonne exclaims, pointing to the door and gripping her katana tightly. "I should be out there."
"Rick would want you to be here."
So Michonne helped Denise with the stitches- and you tried your best not to break out in tears.
"What is that?" Denise hissed, focussing on Carl.
"What?" You asked.
She nodded towards your poncho for a second.
"Take it off. The smell is distracting."
You nodded, letting go of Carl's hand and pulling it off.
Then, you rejoined his side, taking his cold hand.

You stayed with him for a while, helping Denise with whatever she asked, wrapping his head with the bandage. Then, when he had been transferred to a real bed, you took the chance to sit by him.

For a while you just watched his chest rise and fall. You kept reassuring yourself that as long as he breathed he would be okay- but was that the truth?

You didn't let go of his hand. Until Rick came back, you were going to be here for Carl in case he woke up.

You stared at him. The white bandage wrapped around his head, the smudge of blood under his neck.
Everything about him made you so happy. Now, his life was in a questionable state- and you couldn't help but feel like the ceiling was caving in on you.

Then, with all the thoughts whirling around in your head, the tears emerged and you let out a loud long sob.
Tears trickled down for a while and you let them. It felt good to cry.
Then the crying succumbed and you just stared at his breathing chest.
Now felt like the right time to talk to him. Why now? Because you weren't sure how long he'd have a heartbeat- and you wanted to at least tell how much he meant to you.

So you swallowed. You gulped and readied your voice to come out strong. Not weak and silent. Strong and brave.
"Carl?" You started, squeezing his hand. Sadly, to your dismay, your voice sounded as weak and as broken as you felt- which was very.

"I am so sorry this happened to you."
No. That felt wrong.
"That scrawny son of a bitch. I swear- I could rip him apart."
No. Not the time for anger.
"I hope you wake up."
Okay.
"I hope you wake up. I do. Because you're my best friend- and maybe it's selfish for me to say- but I don't know if I can do this without you." Your voice slowly regained its strength- meanwhile tears clouded your vision as you rested the hand that held his under your chin.
"You make it easier."
You continued to watch his chest rise and fall.
"I want you to wake up so badly, Carl." Your lips quiver and a large lump forms in your throat.
"Because I love you more than anything I've ever know- and you've been more of a friend to me than anyone I've ever encountered. I promise, you wake up just this once and I'll protect you with everything I've got. You mean the world to me."
You took a deep breath, giving his hand one big squeeze.
"You are my world."

Minutes passed by- and you just focussed on his breathing.
That was- until a knock shook you out. There in the doorway stood Rick.
You shot up from the chair.
"Rick." You walked to him.
"How is he?" He asked, still looking completely out of it.
"He's...uh...he's breathing." You gave him a reassuring smile.
You squeezed Rick's shoulder.
"He's all yours." You mumbled, passing him in the doorway. As you left, Rick grabbed your hand.
"I know what you did for him," he whispered. God, he didn't look too good. "Thank you."

You smiled sweetly, nodding.
"Honestly Rick, For Carl, I'd have done anything."

HELLO. IT WAS SHORT, yes I know- I was just excited and wanted to do something...anything!!!! Guys! Please request! I get no requests and it is sad because I really wanna do imagines for you. Love you guys, and update me on your feelings towards a kik group chat!