Attached - Carl Grimes Imagine
request: You’re probably really busy but I just couldn’t think of anyone else but you to write an imagine of Carl X reader where he’s so in love with Enid and like Carl he just somehow doesn’t see that reader is in love with him and always there for him. But when Enid leaves he gets so emotional and furious and lashes out at reader and gets a little physical, BC he thinks its readers fault.. reader sees the hate in his eyes and he doesn’t love reader… Something super angst BC I need a good cry lmao
a/n: i’m sorry i changed the prompt a little bUT I WAS GETTING SO SAD AND I HAD TO SWITCH IT UP SO I WOULDN’T CRY BC CARL IS A BABY WHO COULD NEVER HURT A FLY ok thanks for understanding ily
i’m thinking of continuing this… lmk what you think
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He looked at her like she was the last thing holding him to the ground. Not everyone could tell, but you could. You noticed how his hand would linger when he passed her a knife, or how he completely indulged himself in every conversation he had with her.
You could never make him as happy as she could.
He was the reason you had survived this long. Sure, he had protected you uncountable times, but he was your reason to live. Your family was gone, but his family took you in. He showed you that all of the fighting–all of the pain–would be worth it someday.
You met Enid in Alexandria, and Carl almost instantly took a liking to her. She was alone, just like you. The only difference was that she had him. You couldn’t blame her, no matter how badly you wanted to. She was a good person, but you could never get over her winning the heart of the only person you truly loved.
When she left the first time, Carl was in your room, crying into your shoulder. You hadn’t seen him that vulnerable since his mother died. It scared you a bit, to be honest. You worried he was attaching himself to someone who would never feel the same about him. You knew the feeling all too well, and you never wanted to see him go through that.
“Hey, (Y/N)!” Enid shouted from a few houses down. “Come over to Mikey’s house! We’re all in there!”
You smiled at her kindly and joined everyone in the house. Someone had made food, and all the kids were gathered around a deck of cards.
“(Y/N)! Come over here!” Carl said excitedly, and you sat next to him before being dealt a deck of cards. You sat between him and Enid, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit of tension as he snuck frequent glances at her.
“You know,” you started, placing your cards down, “I forgot that Jesus wanted me to talk to him today.”
“Jesus is out on a run,” Enid said, looking at you curiously.
You smiled at her, trying to make up something quick. “Yeah, but he, uh,” you stammered, “He wanted me to do something for him. I’ll see you guys later. Thanks for having me over, Mikey.”
Mikey waved at you, and Carl sighed, rolling his eyes. You pretended not to notice to avoid any further awkwardness. You walked back to your home quietly and fell asleep, knowing that if you stayed up any longer, your thoughts would drive you crazy.
You jolted awake when your bedroom door was slammed shut.
“Jesus Christ, (Y/N), get the hell out of bed right now,” Carl demanded angrily. You glanced out your window, and you saw it was still dark out.
“Carl, what the hell? What time is it?” you whined, rubbing your eyes as you sat up.
“She’s gone. She’s fucking gone and it’s your fault,” he barked at you.
“Carl, calm down. Who’s gone?” you asked. You were still somewhat asleep, and you were having a hard time understanding his problem.
His breathing was quickening more and more by the second, and he took off his hat, aggressively putting it on your bed. He sat next to you and pushed his palms to his eyes.
“Carl,” you sighed, placing your hand on his back.
“Get off me,” he said alarmingly calmly, jerking away from you.
“Why did you come here? Who’s gone? Come on, talk to me,” you begged, standing up. “What’s wrong?”
Carl looked at you through teary eyes and let out a shaky breath. “You were acting so weird at Mikey’s today. Why?”
You looked down at your shaky hands, deciding you still weren’t ready to tell him. “It’s no big deal, really. I just wasn’t feeling good.”
“Bullshit, (Y/N). That’s fucking bullshit. I know you better than anyone else. You were feeling fine,” Carl groaned. “Why won’t you tell me?” His face softened, and he sat down on your bed, looking at you hopefully.
You took a deep breath, unsure of how to tell him something you’d been holding inside you for years.
“I know you don’t feel the same, but I’ve always cared about you more than I’ve ever cared about anyone else. I didn’t want to tell you because I know how you feel about Enid, and I didn’t want things to be weird between us, but I guess now’s as good a time as any. I really don’t want you knowing this to change anything. I just thought you should know why I’ve been acting weird.”
Carl pursed his lips and stood up, pulling you into a hug. “I’m sorry, (Y/N), I just… I need to find Enid.” He kissed you on the forehead and grabbed his hat. “I’ll be back soon, and we can talk then. I promise.” And with that, he left you in your room, answerless and unsure of what was to come.