Could you write a Carl imagine where you almost die and he just kinda becomes really protective over you?
Here ya gooooo!
"Y/n you coming with?" Carl shouts, he has been trying to get you to go on a run for weeks now, and you finally give in.
"Aha fine! Wait a second" You shout back, leaning over the railing on the rusty metal stairs. Sprinting back towards your cell, you grab your trusty knife and pistol, shoving them in your belt. With the heels of your boots clanging on each stair, Carl stands at the bottom staring up at you with waiting eyes.
"Ready?" He asks, placing a hand on your upper back.
"Yep" you reply, joy ringing through your delicate voice.
Both you and Carl head to the car with Daryl, ready to get the sacred supplies.
It was a short trip to the town, which consisted of you and Carl leaning out of each window, shooting passing walkers in the head, watching their lifeless bodies drop to the floor.
Carl gets out of the car first, to open your door like the true gentleman he is. You step out, trying to be as elegant as possible. Yeah, this is impossible when you’re dressed in mucky, teared clothes. You giggle, moving stray stands of hair from your sparkling eyes.
"Stop being so soppy, will ya," Daryl ruins the cute moment as always, "Carl, y/n, you go into the chemist and find stuff in there" He points to the dusty sign, the bright green cross flickering.
You head towards the building, Carl going first; ready to kill any walkers who dare try and pounce on you. He signals to be quiet, placing his fingers on your lips. You grab his hand, heart racing - see this is why you don’t like going on runs. Carl’s torchlight lights up the dark, guiding us to the meds we are in desperate need for.
"I think we’re good, y/n" he says confidently, wiping his hands from your sweaty palms.
"Haha, sorry about that" You laugh, walking over towards the counter. Carl chuckles in that delicious voice of his, scanning the shelves.
You crouch down behind the counter, “so what exactly are we loo-” you are cut of mid-sentence, with an ear piercing screech as a half decomposed walker grabs your thin ankle. It’s snapping jaw approaches you as you scream repeatedly, kicking it in the caved-in chest.
"Y/N!!" Carl shouts, running across the shop to get to you, heart pounding.
"Carl help me! Caaaarl!" you scream, its disgusting face getting closer to your neck. Your whole life flashes before your eyes, certain this is your last day alive. Carl finally reaches you, panting and shaking. He pulls the walker off you, restraining and stabbing it repeatedly in it’s ugly face.
Sure that it was finally dead, he pulled you up, immediately pulling you into his arms. You just stood there, shaking and sobbing into his chest.
"It nearly got me.. I nearly died" You whisper, shaky breath.
"I know, I know. Its alright now, you’re safe, sh sh" He rocks you back and forth, feeling his heartbeat pounding through your head.
"Can-can we go now? And get Daryl?" You cry, braking away from Carl and wiping away your salty tears with your tatty sleeve.
"Yeah, come on then" he whispers back, pulling you through the rubble by your hand.
-A week later-
"Carl, you coming with us?!" Rick calls, as Carl kisses your cheek and runs off to the group.
"I’m coming too" you sternly, standing up, folding your arms.
"No, y/n I don’t want you coming anymore." Carl replies, turning around and placing a hand on your shoulder.
"What…why?" you ask, raising an eyebrow in disgust and confusion.
"Because I don’t want anything to happen to you again, that scared the hell out of me last week" he whispers. It’s lovely that he’s concerned but come on, that was a week ago.
"I’m fine now! But-" Carl cuts you off.
"No, stay here, please" He whispers, staring straight into your diamond eyes. You nod slowly, falling back onto the bed with a huff.
Sorry about the rubbishness, but hey, yeno.