Carl: I Thought Daryl Was Your Boyfriend.

carl: i thought daryl was your boyfriend.

y/n: *looks around the group* who else thought daryl was my boyfriend?

y/n: daryl put your hand down.

another life - carl grimes

warnings: BIG SPOILERS. s8, cute fluffy things at first, angst-ish, sad, sad, normal walking dead stuff, mentions of death, lots and lots of tears. 1.6k words

“where’s carl?” you asked michonne as you walked up the stairs of their porch. she looked like she was going somewhere.

“he’s upstairs. you need anything?” you smiled and shook your head. “no, just wanna see him.” she walked down the porch. “where are you going?” she didn’t answer she just kept walking.

i opened the door to the house calling out for carl. “carl.” i drug out the ‘l’ in his name. shutting the door behind me i made my way up the stairs.

“y/n?” he rounded the corner. your boyfriends face coming into view. “what’re you up to, pretty boy?” i smiled brightly at him. we went into his room. “i was just washing up.” he sat on the floor moving what looked like envelopes.

“i missed you.” i sat on his lap, straddling him. i threw my hands around his neck and pecked his lips. “i missed you too.” his hands fell onto my hips.

“you’re very pretty, y’know that?” he was always so sweet, no matter what’s happening. “shut up, grimes.” you said pushing yourself off his lap, causing him to wince.

“did i hurt you? i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to.” he shook his head standing up. “no, no you didn’t hurt me.” if i didn’t hurt him why’d he sound like he was hurt.

“come here.” i said reaching my hands out. he took my hands with a confused face. i took his shirt into my hand and started to unbutton it, he pulled back.

“what are you doing?” i tried to take his shirt back into my hands but he backed away again. “i wanna see if you’re hurt. you said i didn’t hurt you but you sounded like it hurt.”

he shook his head. “it’s just a scratch from a run, i’m fine.” he buttoned his shirt back up. “let me see it, please carl.” he sighed and unbuttoned the bottom of his shirt. lifting it to see a bandage placed there.

“that looks pretty big for just a scratch.” you carefully peeled back the bandage. you looked up at carl whose eyes were tearing up.

“carl.” he had a walker bite under the bandage. “why didn’t you tell me?” you looked up through your teary eyes.

“i didn’t want y’all to spend the last moments of my life treating me like i’m fragile.” i pulled him into a hug. “you should’ve told me, we could’ve spent all day doing your favorite things.” i pushed myself away from him and wiped my tears.

he was dying and he didn’t tell me, he didn’t tell anyone. if i knew this was time last time i would see him i would’ve done something special.

“i just didn’t want you, or anyone treating me differently.” i reached out and buttoned his shirt back up.

“you know me, baby. i would’ve treated you the same of you wanted me to. i wish you would’ve told me.” he wiped the tears from my eyes.

“i love you.” he kissed my forehead. “i love you too, carl. i will always love you.” i laid my head in the crook of his neck. we stayed like that for a while.

eventually we got into his bed, just laying there. “what were those envelopes?” you looked up at him. his finger’s tracing circles on your skin.

“letters for everyone.” the silence after that was all that i needed to know what was in the letters. “i’m gonna miss you, y’know.” he looked down at me. “your cute smile, the way you actually listen, brushing out your rats nest you like to call hair.” you pulled on a strand of his hair.

a weak smile tugging at your lips. “this isn’t fair.” your voice breaks slightly as you push his hair out of his face. “we were supposed to grow up together and get married and have kids.” he rubs your back as you cry in his arms.

you and carl grew up together. y’all were best friends since birth, then the apocalypse happened. the walkers crowded the streets and carl and lori came to your door. y’all have been together since then, never leaving each others side.

once y’all got to the prison that’s when y’all started to notice the feelings y’all had. you never acted on it until after you thought you were safe in alexandria.

you and carl had started dating shortly after y’all had settled down in alexandria. you’ve been even more inseparable after that.

“i know, life isn’t fair sometimes.”

we woke up at the sound of someone talking. it was way too loud to be just outside. we got up quickly and went outside to see what the noise was.

“negan.” he said before going around alexandria getting the people to the safe spot in the sewer.

“go y/n. you need to be with them when this all goes down, you need to be safe.” you look at him in disbelief. “no. no way! i’m coming with you, carl. no matter what you say.”

negan started to launch fire into alexandria. you and carl made it to the sewers and climbed in. carl wasn’t looking very good, he was burning up and sweating bullets.

as soon as you got in he sat down and leaned against whatever was closest. rick and michonne were down there and they saw this.

they came over and asked what was wrong. you looked away tears in your eyes. rick and michonne look at each other.

“i-i dont..” rick hesitated. “dad.” he shook his head and looked up at carl. “how..”

“dad.” carl cut him off once again. “it’s alright.” he took a breath before saying, “it’s gotta be.” carl eas holding back his tears. we all were.

“i wasn’t sure if you’d make it back before..” he stopped and panted. “but just in case y’know” he pulled the letters out of his pocket. “i wanted to make sure i was able to say goodbye.” he looks at me and i wipe one of my tears away.

rick shook his head. “no. it’s them. it’s them. they— they don’t..” he looks away. “it wasn’t..” he looks back at carl and michonne starts to cry. “carl.”

carl looks at his dad. “no.” rick says. “no.” carls eyes start to tear up. “i got bit.” his lips pressed into a thin line and he shakes his head. “i was bringing someone back. his names siddiq. we saw him at the gas station before…” his breathing becomes heavy. “it wasn’t the saviors.” he cries. “it just happened.”

rick looks down and you can hear the distant booming coming from above. michonne is shaking and i’m beside carl crying. “i got bit.”

everyone had exited the sewer and rick, michonne, carl and you had gone up to an empty building. they laid him on the floor and he was breathing heavily.

“thanks for…for getting me here.” he weakly said. “i’m sorry. i just.. i didn’t— i didn’t want you out there.” carl shakes his head. “no..no for getting me here. for—for making it so i could be who—who i wound up.”

his breathing became shallow and we all silently cried. i held his hand. “back at the prison…when we got attacked. there was a kid, a little older than me. he had a gun, he was— he was starting to out it down and then i—i shot him.” he shook his head. “and i..i just..i shot him…i think about him. what i did to him and how—how easy it was to just..kill him.”

rick tilted his head. “carl, no…no” he cries, “what happened, what you’d lost..” he cries. “all those things you had to..” he sniffles. “all those things you had to do..you—you—you were just—you were just a boy.” carl shakes his head. “and you saw it. what it did. how—how easy it got.”

“thats why you changed..why you brought those people from woodbury in..you brought them in, and we all lived together. we were enemies. you put away your gun. you did it so i could change, so i could be who i am now.” he cries softly.

“what you did then, how you— how you stopped fighting..it was right. it still is.” he shook his head. “it can be like that again. you can still be like that again.” his voice cracked.

“i cant be who i was. its different now.” carl took a big breath. “you cant kill all of em’ dad. theres gotta be something after. for you…and for them.” michonne looks at rick. “theres gotta be something after. i know.. you can’t see it yet..how it could be.” he swallows. “but i have..” carl describes the future that he sees for everyone.

“carl, it was all for you.” he frowns slightly. “right from the start. back in atlanta, the farm—everything i did, it was for you.” he repositioned himself. “then, at the prison, it was for you and judith. it still is, its gonna be. and nothing—nothing is gonna change that.”

he exhaled. “i want this for you, dad.” rick cried. “i’m gonna make it real, carl. i promise. i’m gonna make it real.”

carl silently sobbed and looked at michonne and then at me. “i love you.” i put a hand on the side of his face. “i love you too, y/n, we’ll be together again in another life.” a tear rolled down my cheek. i gave his hand a light squeeze and then everything went silent.

the last words i heard from carl. my world shattered to pieces that day, the world ended again.

DARYLSCVMDUMPSTER i cried making this. i am so sorry. i love carl and it literally broke my heart making this but i’m evil so the thought popped in my head. you should def. checkout my stories on wattpad (darylscvmdumpster) im not as active on there tho!

he needs a permit for looking this fine goddamn.

i dont think i need to say anything more.

REAL

leave me ALONE PLEASE.