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Imagine for @rachelxgallo

You and Carl had been forced to go on a run together. Other girls in Alexandria would jump at the idea. But not you. Oh, no, no, no. You and Carl bad a pure, white-hot hatred for each other. It came from no where, really; you just couldn't stand to be each other.

Which is why Rick sent you both to go and get some more supplies. You both knew that sort was bullshit. Alexandria's like a food bank on its own, and it has enough weapons to over power a SWAT team. He just wanted you two to get along. Its understandable, really. But that didn't mean it still doesn't suck.

"We need to go-" You start, staring at the crinkled paper map in your hands. Quickly, Carl cuts you off; taking it from you. "Wow, you're an asshole!" He smirks, shoving the paper back into his pocket.

"No less then you, sweet heart." He Promises. You snort, shaking your head.

Oh, it'd be so easy to kill him right now.

Would it be worse leaving the safe zone, though? No.

Damn.

"Alright then, where do we need to go?" You sneer. He didn't check the map for more then a couple seconds, and the second he put it in his pocket, it almost shredded. He pauses long enough to satisfy you.

"The clo-"

"The clothing store. Fuck, Rachel, I'm not stupid." He cuts you off.

Man that's cute.

Wait, what?

"Go on then, fuckboy. Lead the way." You sneer, trying to banish the thought you just had. He glares at the floor, walking ahead of you as fast as he can.

-

An hour later, you arrive at the store.

"So... um, just grab stuff that fits you and then guess everyone else's sizes." You mumble. He nods, for once not arguing with you. You go in the direction of underwear, awkwardly; making sure Carl doesn't see as you. You pick up an armful of the garments. Some for you, some for the other girls at Alexandria. Diana had specifically told you and Carl to get those and just other clothes. You hoped Carl was doing the same for the guys, as you refused to venture over to that side of the store.

As you stuff all the things you've picked up in your backpack, you leave the section that honestly makes you blush. You don't know why you find it so embarrassing.

"Carl! God, why're you sta-oh!" You squeal as you turn and walk straight into a boys body. Obviously, you'd expect it to be Carl. No, it's a walker. "Shit!" you squeal in a high pitched voice. You reach for your knife, but it's stuck in your belt, half being crushed by the weight of the decomposing body. Using all your force, you manage to push it away for a moment; long enough to reach the long blade in your belt. Your boots collide with the walkers knees and it crumples to the floor gracelessly, giving you the time to plunge your knife into its oh too soft skull. You double over, noticing your front is covered in blood and black goo. You want to throw up.

Moments later, Carl comes bounding over to you, face painted with fear.

"Rachel?! What- oh my, god. Were you bit? Scratched? Answer me, dammit! Are.You.Okay?" He yells, placing his hands on your arms and inspecting your body. Suddenly, you feel embarrassed at the fact a pretty good looking boy is looking at your body. You push him away, stepping back.

"No, no. I'm fine. I'm fine." You breath out, mainly for your own sake. Then, Carl does something you didn't anticipate. He cups your face in his hands, and stares right in your eyes with his piercing blue ones. You have to focus with all your might to not get lost in them.

"You'e fine?" He questions. You nod. "Please, always keep it that way." Suddenly, his lips collide with yours. You freeze, too shocked to return the kiss. When you've come to your senses, you close your eyes, leaning into it. Noncommittally, Carl pulls away.

"Sorry." He whispers. "I've wanted to do that for a long time." You gasp.

"I thought... I thought you hated me..." He shakes his head, smiling.

"Rachel, believe me. I tried. I can't hate you." He smirks, a serious tone lacing his voice. You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"You too, fuck boy."
And he leans in again.