⪼Remember me?⪻

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✎ You've been separated from everyone and anything physically and mentally ever since it started; since the out brake started. After Lori, Shane, and Carl had left you and ran off, your whole family had died by a herd of walkers, and you were left all alone, afraid and scared, forced to survive and be hardened by the frightful reality of life itself. You always had to run day by day until you met the Saviors. They took you in, gave you a home, and since you were still 15 at the time, Negan grew attached and you became his kid. And now, 3 years later, your begging your dad to come with him to kill the guys who wiped out all the people in one of the outposts. He finally agreed and you came with, but you weren't expecting the leader of the people who had done that to be the father of your ex-bestfriend, Carl, who had left you 7 years ago...

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✎ Another request, let's gooooo. Bro Chandler Riggs is gonna be Peter Parker for the new spider man fan film, EEEEE, he looks freaking amazing, bro. I'm so happy for him!! My Cardboard cutout of Carl my mom thought was a good idea to send to me came in the mail today and my mom wasn't kidding when she said he was tall cause holy shit, dude...

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Abraham; gone. Took him out in two or three hits, and you smiled while you watched your dad beat the shit out of him at the sidelines. You watched, watched intently even, as Negan, your step-dad, held his barbed and bloodied baseball bat out to Rosita after his job of brutally beating Abraham to death was done.

"Take a damn look!" he spat, waiting for Rosita to look at her Ex-boyfriends blood and brains run down the bat. Negan repeated himself, waiting for the girl to obey before another man apart of the group snapped completely. He was like a rabid dog as he took a hit at your dad. You ran and held him down, finally making your self known to the group of survivors instead of hiding your self amongst the other Saviors. You were about to give this guy, Daryl, who punched the shit out of your dad, a piece of your mind, but you couldn't help but notice a familiar face amongst the line of people who were down on their knees.

Same face shape, same mole right below his lip, same freckles, same hair color, same everything. "Wait" you thought as you let Daryl go for a second. You looked at the brown haired boy across from you for a second. His name was on the very tip of your tongue. Until, you remembered. Carl. Carl Grimes. The boy who left you all those years ago with his mom, Lori and this other policeman, Shane. And Rick was there too, surprisingly. Carl and his father, Rick Grimes; alive. You felt like crying, screaming, breaking down, but you couldn't. You just stared wide eyed until someone snapped you out of it as Dwight and a couple other's carried Daryl to the van to be held captive for his quite aggressive behavior.

Glenn; gone. Carl's arm; almost gone. You, your dad, and the other couple hundred saviors we're gone now, but you couldn't believe what your eyes saw. You thought it was all your imagination. But he looked too real. Too human for the ordinary imagination. That was Carl.

After some trial and error, about a week later, you and your dad came back to were Rick, Carl, and the rest of their small group rested at Alexandria. And there you saw Carl again. He didn't seem to notice you all that much and just gave you the stink eye. But, boy, did you notice him. And instead of giving him the look of hatred, you looked at him like he was the prettiest thing you've ever laid eyes on. His blue eye(s), his lips, his hair that has surprisingly grown a lot longer over the years, his hands, his attitude, the sheriffs hat he wore frequently. He looked like a dream, the perfect one that you wanted to dream of every single time you went to bed.

And you waited until you were alone to finally speak to him, and he acted exactly like you expected him too. You asked if he remembered you, how you acted, looked, sounded, but unfortunately he couldn't think of the last time he saw you, 7 years ago.

"What? I don't know you. What the hell are you talking about?" Carl snapped, but oh, you weren't angered at all. You've never been less angry in all your life as he kept insulting you for thinking that he would ever hang out with someone like you...