You Always Know What to Say - Carl Grimes Imagine
request: Cool! Could you do one with reader x Carl? In it I want the reader to say the line “is this one of those times when you lie to protect your delicate emotions?”
a/n: this was such a cute request aw
“Why aren’t you telling me the truth?”
Carl stood from his seat on the couch, wiping his hands on his jeans. “I’m not having this conversation with you. Not right now.”
“Then when? I don’t understand why you can’t tell me what’s wrong!” Carl shook his head and turned away from you, walking up the stairs. You followed him after scoffing and rolling your eyes.
“I’m perfectly capable of telling you. I just don’t want to.” Carl had been hiding something from you, and you were determined to find out what was going on with him.
“Come on. Please? I don’t want to fight. I just want to know if there’s anything I can do for you,” you said, quieting your voice. You figured yelling wasn’t going to get you anywhere, and you weren’t about to let him stay mad at you for asking him what was wrong.
“No, (Y/N), there’s nothing you can do for me. I really just want to be left alone! It’d be great if you’d stop being so clingy for two seconds.” That stung. All anger had drained from your body, and now you were just upset.
“Is this one of those times where you lie to protect your delicate emotions? Because I’m sick of dealing with your bullshit. I don’t get why you have to take your anger out on me when in reality, I did nothing wrong.”
“My emotions? You think I’m trying to protect myself? Everything I do is for you! How can you not see that?” You couldn’t tell if he was frustrated with you or disappointed in you. Either way, you were shocked at what he said.
“Well, if this is protecting me, I don’t want your protection anymore.” With that, you left his house.
“(Y/N), wait,” he sighed, but you weren’t in the mood to deal with whatever dumb apology he had come up with that time.
The next day, you woke up earlier than usual. You felt bad about the day before, and you wanted to talk to Carl about it. You made food for both of you and carried it over to his house. Rick answered the door and told you that Carl was upstairs in his room. You knocked on his door a few times. “Hey, it’s (Y/N). I brought you some food.”
The door opened, and he pulled you into a hug. “Oh, god, I’m sorry,” he said. “I was planning on going over to your place later today. I thought you were so mad at me.”
“I was mad at you, but I just want to talk now,” you said, stepping away from him and heading into his room. “Are you ready to tell me what’s wrong?”
“I…I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an ass,” he started. “It’s not easy watching everyone praise you all the time. It’s not that I’m not happy for you. I really am. It’s just… That used to be me. I thought I was some remarkable case because I was the only kid, and then you came and kinda gave me a reality check.” He looked like he was ashamed of himself. “I wasn’t upset about you being better than me. I was upset because…”
“Because what?” You didn’t want to pressure him into saying something he didn’t want to, but you wanted to know what exactly it was that was upsetting him so much.
“Michonne and Dad were talking about bringing you on runs instead of me. They don’t even need me anymore.” You were shocked. Why on earth wouldn’t they want him to go with them? He was one of their best shots, and he had more guts than anyone you’d ever met. “Ever since Dad found out I tried to kill Negan, he hasn’t trusted me the same. He doesn’t trust me anymore, and I don’t blame him.”
You placed your hand on his shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. “Your dad trusts you. He’s just worried. He wants what’s best for you.” Carl nodded and leaned into you once again.
“You always know what to say.”