Carl Grimes Imagines

It's This Way

*Updated*

"This is your fault," I growl, only turning my head enough so the boy behind me can see the side of my face. I hope he can see the death glare I'm trying so desperately to send him. "We had to go the other way. Home isn't this way."

The death glare will have to substitute for me punching him in the stomach.

"Oh my god, here we go," I hear him huff behind me at a low tone. I'm not even looking at him, but I don't have to. I already know he's rolling his eyes at me.

That makes me angrier.

"Do you need me to remind you that you're the one who wanted to come out here?" Carl snaps back at me, raising his volume a bit more.

The fallen snow stops crunching under my boots when I stop walking and turn around swiftly to face him. Carl stops walking too, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Sarcasm laced my apology. I lean forward a bit, my hand pressing on my chest. "I'm sorry I wanted to help - not sit on my ass and sulk all day."

I turn back around, not letting him respond before I kept walking through the never ending woods. I knew what I said was harsh and not completely true. I was talking out of fear - fear we have fucked ourselves and may never see home again.

Fear that it was my fault. Because Carl's right about one thing:

This was my idea.

Other than the sound of the snow beneath our every step, the woods around us was too quiet and it made me feel uneasy. Snow was freshly fallen around the woods floor, the sky clear for once after days of clouds and falling snow. My foot sunk into the few inches of snow on the ground and I groaned quietly while I pulled my foot out.

My gun was placed securely in my holster but I couldn't help but keep my hand on it at all times, even though it was so cold I really just wanted to slip it in the warm fabric of my coat pocket. My boot sunk into the snow once again while Carl debated against me.

"You think you're such hot shit just 'cause my dad and Daryl like you," I hear him mumble behind me. "What they don't know is your a complete bit-"

Carl stopped mid sentence. Lucky for him because one more word and I would have stopped and slapped him across the face.

"You know what Grimes?"

"Shut up-"

"If you tell me to shut up one more time-"

"Y/N," I feel a hand on my shoulder and I look down at it in disgust. I look back at Carl who is staring and pointing to his right. I follow his gaze through the trees.

A herd of walkers were headed in our direction. The snow was slowing them down a bit, but we had to move. Fast.

"Y/n, snap out of it," Fingers tightly wrap around my wrist. "Come on."

My body is pulled physically which, luckily, also pulls me out of my daze.
"We-we should go the other way, right?" I stutter, my heart beat growing stronger in my chest.

"Do not fucking argue w me right now," Carl looks at me, his eyes digging into me. "I know where we're going. Trust me."

I stare into his eyes. His mouth is in a straight line. It's like he's silently begging me to keep my mouth shut right now.

Has he met me?

"You're the one who got us lost in the first place-"

"Jesus Christ," Carl turns his head around and ignores me which makes me angrier. He continues to hold my wrist as we run through the trees. After a few more feet, he yanks me towards a large tree that's rotted. There's enough of an opening for us to slip into. Our bodies are neatly pressed together.