𝙃𝘼𝙇𝙇𝙊𝙒𝙎 ⊳ 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙜𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙨

lxxxv. 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞

( GOODBYE. )
carl grimes.

warnings:
one swear word, suicide,
and spoilers if y'all
haven't reached season 8!!

word count:
2040

keys:
(y/f/f) - your favorite food

author's note:
i'm so upset that this
happened uGh and i'm
sorry that i'm late to this
woooo.
i tried to recreate the
scene, but i don't know
what to say bc i was
literally speechless, so i
thought of this while i was
writing another imagine . . .
i'm sorry in advance.
oh and let's just say i
changed some parts, mainly
that carl didn't shoot himself
for the plot to make sense
HAHAHHAHAHAA :((((
oh and you and enid had
some beef in the past bc why
not add some DRAMAAAAA
WOOOO.
also, this kinda succs bc i succ
and its been sooooo long
since i wrote an imagine so
yeah HAHAHAHHAHA

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sadness.

grief.

mourn.

anger.

loneliness.

these are what i've felt since the day that carl passed away.

i've been miserable since that day. i can still remember the fear, sadness and acceptance of death in his eyes when he reveals to us the bite marks in the sewers.

i gasp in shock as i cover my mouth to muffle the incoming sobs that came out of my mouth.

i can't believe what i was seeing.

"carl, oh my god," i say, shaking my head in disbelief at the bite mark on his rib. michonne beside me drops to her knees, her voice shaking from shock and fear. rick, on the other hand, stares at the bite mark and tries to reassure carl that everything is going to be okay, but we all know that it won't be.

i stare out of the window in my room, thinking to myself and minding my own thoughts until hear a knock and a soft voice through the door saying that they'll come in, making me snap out of my thoughts and return back to reality. the door creaks and the sound of footsteps and plates clattering echoes throughout the room.

"hey (y/n). i thought you were hungry, so i brought you some food," i hear the sweet voice of enid say and i hear her put down the plate on a nearby table. "it's (y/f/f), your favorite."

"i'm not hungry," i say, without turning my back to face her. enid sighs and slowly approaches the bed where i was sitting at. "(y/n), you haven't eaten in days. can you atleast take a bite?"

"i told you, i'm not hungry."

enid sighs in frustration again and frowns at my demeanor. "(y/n), please. look at you! do you think that he wants to see you like this? you're miserable and someone needs to take care of you since carl isn't around anymore." enid lowers her voice when she mentions carl, hoping that she didn't offend me.