Another Chandler imagine.

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Chandler and I are eighteen in this one.

You was a new make artist on The Walking Dead. They hired you two months ago and you did great at putting make up on the actors, but you needed practice on doing the wounds that the characters get on the show. The next wound you was doing was when Carl gets his eye shot out. You walked into the wardrobe/make up trailer and sighed. You sat down your make up kit and take out your fake blood. The producers already had you made a prosthetic eye for Chandler's face.

They actually had a dummy of Chandler for Rick to carry and the producers wanted a fake prosthetic for Chandler to wear so they could digital add to wound on the dummy Carl to Chandler's face. You put in your headphones to listen to music and block out any distracts. You was putting the fake blood on the dummy in all the place and you was so focused that you don't hear anyone walk in. You was dancing to the music as you started on the fake prosthetic for Chandler. You finished and smiled at your end result. It all looked good to you and as turned around to put everything back in your make up kit and wash up. You jumped when you saw Chandler sitting on the couch in the room.

You take out your headphones and said," Shit, Chandler, you scared me."

"I knocked but no one answered," Chandler replied," You didn't hear me and was too focused on that dummy over there."

You laughed and asked," What do you want?"

"Scott Gimple and Kirkman wanted to see the fake prosthetic you made," Chandler explained.

"Okay, well, come and sit down," you told him, pointing to one of the chairs.

I got out liquid latex, paper towels, foam sponges, cotton swabs, blow dryer, Vaseline, and makeup for his prosthetic on the table next to Chandler. You covered Chandler's shirt with a cover you use so the fake blood won't get on the actor's clothes. You was a little nervous about doing this but you know if the producers didn't like it the first time you could always did it again.

You applied Vaseline around Chandler's eye to make sure it will be easy to get the prosthetic off and reused for later without pulling any hairs or eyelashes off. You applied a layer of the liquid latex around Chandler's eye. You blow dried the layer and another coat. You added pieces of toilet paper and cover the whole area of the latex.

"So, how do you feel about having only one eye now?" you asked.

"I think it would be really cool," Chandler said," It would look so bad ass for Carl."

"Don't let my uncle hear that when he comes to pick me up later," you said," He doesn't think it's so bad ass."

"Your uncle got his eye shot out" Chandler asked, as you start adding latex liquid to the prosthetic you made," What happened?"

"We were hold up at gun point by some guy and he was going to shot me but my uncle pushed me out the way and he lose his eye that day," you explained.

"Oh, I'm sorry that happened," Chandler said.

You put the prosthetic you made was put over Chandler's eye. You got some fake blood and a foam sponge. You applied the fake blood around the prosthetic and Chandler's face with the foam sponge.

"It's fine, I'm just happy he's alive," you told him, making the fake blood drip down Chandler's face," He's the only family I have left."

You finished adding make up and blood to Chandler's face. You was finally done with it.

"Okay, you ready to go," you said, smiling.

"Wow, that looks so cool," Chandler replied, looking at his reflection.

You wiped your hands off and sat on the couch. Chandler stand up and tried to walk around, but he has a little problem with walking.

"Makes it a little hard to walk," Chandler said.

"You'll get practice to walk if you're wearing the eye patch," you told him.

"Do you think k that will help?" Chandler asked.

"It wouldn't hurt to try," you answered.

"Okay, I'm going to go show everyone," Chandler said, leaving.

You were glad that he liked your work. It made you a little nervous when the producers told you that Chandler would be your next person on getting a wound. You like Chandler over the months you was here. You liked how much fun Chandler has on and off screen. How he laughs and smiles with the crew and cast members. You didn't even know if he knew that you was alive until you two made yesterday.

He told you that he liked some of your past works on other cast and the people playing the zombies. He was finally glad to have met you and was excited to be working with you. But there was no way Chandler liked you the way you liked him. You thought he would reject you if you ever told him how you felt. Hours later, you took Chandler's fake prosthetic off and you was eating on set.

You sat with your best friend, (Y/Bff/N). She worked on the wardrobe for the cast members. She was talking to you but you wasn't listening. You was staring at Chandler as he was eating and talking Andrew Lincoln. (Y/BFF/N) wave her hand in front of your face and you looked at her.

"You was doing it again," she said.

"Doing what?" you asked.

"Staring at Chandler," (Y/BFF's/N) explained," You should tell him you like him."

You pushed your plate away and looked at Chandler. He looked at you and smiled at you. You smiled and looked back at (Y/BFF's/N).

"What if he rejects me like the last guy did?" you asked.

"He's not going to reject you because he hasn't stop staring at you since he met you," (Y/BFF's/N) answered.

"I don't know," you said.

"Come on, you got to learn to just jump and not be afraid," (Y/BFF's/N) replied, eating one of her fries.

You looked at Chandler and said," I'm sorry, I just can't."

You stand up and walked away. You don't want to listen to (Y/BFF's/N) tell you to man up and tell Chandler how you felt. You was just going to stay in the makeup trailer until work was over.

               Chandler's P.O.V

I was eating and talking to Andrew. I noticed (Y/N) was staring at me, so I smiled at her. She smiled back and looked at her best friend. They looked like they was talking about something serious.

"So, are you going to tell, (Y/N), that you like her?" Andrew asked.

"What makes you think I like her?" I asked.

"Because you have nonstop talked about how great her work is for weeks and you was excited when you showed off that fake prosthetic she made for you," Andrew explained.

Okay, so maybe I like her. She wasn't like any girl I've ever met before. She loves to smile and laugh with (Y/BFF's/N) everyday. She was so pretty and I liked how she was dancing to herself when she was too focus on working when I walked into the makeup trailer this afternoon. I also noticed that she stares at me when she thinks I don't notice. (Y/BFF's/N) sat in front of me, smiling.

"Hey, Chandler," (Y/BFF's/N) said, twirling her hair.

"Hey, (Y/BFF's/N)," I replied.

"Can I tell you a secret?" (Y/BFF's/N) asked.

"Sure," I answered.

"I know someone who likes you," (Y/BFF's/N) said.

"Who?" I asked.

"She thinks you'll reject her," (Y/BFF's/N) said.

"I might not," I told her," Just tell me who she is."

"Just show up at this address at six and you'll see," (Y/BFF's/N) said, passing me a note," Oh, and wear something nice."

It was the address to Moe's Pizza downtown. I couldn't wait for tonight. Maybe this date thing will take my mind off my feelings for (Y/N).

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I enjoyed writing this one. I'll do a part 2 soon.