Here's another Carl imagine. Warning: There will be violence, mention of abuse and death in this one.

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You was rocking back and forth in your room. You couldn't believe what you just did, but you can't take the abuse anymore. You have lived in Alexandria for months now. You thought things would be better now that you and your boyfriend was safe from the walkers. You thought that if you was around people your boyfriend would stop beating you. But he just did it more, including when he was drunk. He was mean and awful drunk and the beatings were the worst.

You thought someone would noticed, but your boyfriend would leave bruises where no one would see them. He really didn't like it when you talked and laughed with Carl Grimes. But you couldn't help it, you lied hanging out with Carl. Carl made you feel safe. Well, tonight you couldn't take it anymore when your boyfriend come to beat you for letting Carl give you a kiss on the cheek. You got ahold of your knife and defend yourself as you stabbed him to death. You made sure he couldn't turn as you pulled at your hair.

Flashback to earlier

You just got back from hanging out with Carl. You walked into your shared room and saw your boyfriend, getting drunk yet again. You hated it when he got drunk. You took off your plaid long sleeve shirt and change into a black tank top and take off your shorts. You was tired and wanted to go to bed.

"Hey, you whore, I told you not to hang out with Carl ever again," your drunk boyfriend said, standing up.

"Well, I like hanging out with him," you replied.

"You probably fucking him like the whore you are," he said," I know you like him more than a friend."

"What? No," you told him.

You knew that you was lying because you did have feelings for Carl. You couldn't help because the more time you spent with Carl, the more you grew to love him. You like Carl's kindness, Carl's laughter, his smile, that even though he thought no one would like him because he lost his eye made you want to show him that he was loved, and you also enjoyed watching Judith with him.

"DON'T LIE TO ME, YOU STUPID FUCKING SLUT," your boyfriend shouted," I SEE THAT WAY YOU TWO LOOK AT EACH OTHER, THE WAY YOU LOOK AT HIM, LIKE YOU WANT HIM MORE THAN A FRIEND."

"No, you're drunk, let's get you to bed," you said," You don't know what you're talking about right now."

You tried to get him to lay down and sleep his drunk butt off. You don't like it when he was this way. Always accusing you of cheating on him. It was just more one excuse he used to

"DON'T TOUCH ME YOUR WHORE," your boyfriend shouts," I'M GOING HURT YOU SO BADLY TONIGHT, YOU'LL NEVER BE AROUND CARL EVER AGAIN."

"Please, don't hurt me," you said," I love you and only you."

"Lying slut," your boyfriend said, before hitting you.

He hit you repeatedly and you screamed for him to stop.

"YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF, YOUR STUPID WHORE," your boyfriend said, hitting your face.

Your vision started to blur and you felt around for something to defend yourself or at least to use something to get him off you. He continued to hit you in the sides, you cried out as you felt your ribs cracking. You gasped as he beat you all over until you felt your knife. You hit him with the knife and he rolled off you in pain.

"YOU STUPID CUNT," you boyfriend yelled.

You shoved your knife in his head as he come after you again. He laid there dead as you tried to sit up. You cried at his dead body with your knife in it.

END OF Flashback

You was crying more when you heard a knock on the front door. But you was too shocked at your actions, you just keep rocking back and forth and pulling at your hair. You kept saying to yourself that it would be okay. You heard the front door open and Carl calling your name. You cried ever more. You finally felt safe, but still felt numb inside. You hurt so bad from your boyfriend beating your side before grabbing your knife and ending your boyfriend's life.

"I'm fine now, he can't hurt me anymore," you cried.

"(Y/N)?" Carl asked," What happened?"

"He can't hurt me anymore," you answered," He can't hurt me."

Carl made you look at him and you sighed.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Carl asked, holding you.

Carl rocked you back and forth as you cried into his chest.

"I don't know, I just can't take it anymore," you explained," He got so mad when you gave me a kiss and hugged me, he really didn't like me hanging out with you."

"Why?" Carl asked.

"Because I love hanging out with you, you made me feel safe," you explained," I just wanted to feel that as much as I could."

"I just wanted to be happy, (Y/BF's/N) was so sweet the first few months," you continued to explained," But then he started beating a week before the walkers happened, it got worse when he was drunk and tonight I just couldn't let him hurt me anymore."

"I'm so sorry," Carl said, as you cried more.

"What do we do with his body?" you asked, looking at your dead boyfriend's body.

"I'll tell my dad and we'll take care of his body," Carl answered.

You wiped your eyes and stand up. You saw the half bottle of Scotch and drank from it. It burned down your throat as you drank more of it. Carl left to find Rick. Rick and Carl come back and got rid of the body. You just sat on your bed and drink yourself drunk. You just wanted to forget tonight's events and the months and months of abuse. Carl come back and sat next to you. You laid next to him and looked at him.

"You know one of the reasons why (Y/BF's/N) beat me tonight,"