#carl fluff

he wasn't your boyfriend but he'd kissed you on a number of occasions. he's not your boyfriend but he kissed below your panties too.

you didn't seem to care much about the whole 'boyfriend' title. besides, everyone in alexandria seemed to know that you were his and he was yours, perhaps they even knew before you two did.

"i'll see you two in the morning." rick grimes, carl's father stood in the doorway. lately, you couldn't seem to look him in the eye. perhaps that had something to do with the fact that last night, his son's hand was down your pants and the night before that, it was up your skirt.

it seemed like you weren't the only one who couldn't stop thinking about it, carl couldn't seem to keep his hands to himself.

"night dad." carl pretended to be uninterested, flicking about a comic book in his hands.

"goodnight, rick." you and carl's sleepovers were becoming much more of a regular thing. rick said nothing but he looked at you with this certain smirk that made you think he knew everything and that was pretty scary.

you didn't get a second to think before the door was closed.

carl was swift in his movements. he discarded the comic book within seconds, tossing it onto the beside locker as he leaned over and pressed his lips on yours.

your eyes fluttered shut with the featherlight feeling, heavy breath falling through your nose. but carl didn't stop with just a kiss, slowly, the boy lowered your body so that your back was flat against the mattress of his bed and those god awful navy bedsheets.

for a moment, your mind went foggy. the pretty kiss of carl grimes was enough to have your head spinning but the sound of distant footsteps was enough to have you spinning all the way back to reality.

"carl." you mumbled in hesitance once his kisses reached the side of your jaw. though his name came out as more of a strangled breath than a word.

"mmhph." he hummed into your neck as he placed hot wet kisses against it, he was aching to kiss you further, to suck the supple skin of your collarbones. he'd showed you what a hickey was not too long ago but he was sure not to leave the evidence on your neck, per your request. you couldn't imagine trying to explain to maggie or glenn how you'd come back from carl's with a hickey on your neck.

"carl." as good as the feeling felt, you sucked in a breath and placed your dainty hands upon his shoulders. he stopped almost immediately, leaning over you to look at your face. "your whole family's here." you absentmindedly picked at the loose thread of his shirt. "they'll hear us."

carl's lips fell into this pitiful smirk. "yeah? well by all means, sweetheart, tell me to stop." you felt his knee buck slightly, rubbing against your clothed cunt that was covered merely by your panties and your pyjama trousers.

carl knew you too well.

matter of fact, carl knew your body too well.

you felt his hot breath against your neck and his lips reattatch to your skin, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses in his wake.

you couldn't help the scratching feeling in the back of your throat, the knawing knot in your stomach that had your hands pawing at his long sleeved shirt, it was difficult to stop when he was making you feel so good.

"carl..." you were in two minds, ask him to stop or ask him to keep going. you felt one of his hands trail down, the soft feeling of his fingers working against your pyjama bottoms, lowering them but not enough to show your panties.

you decided against asking him to stop.

besides, you trusted him. carl knew what was best for the both of you.

"please." you bucked your hips forward, feeling a longing for his fingers all over again. you couldn't get rid of the knawing feeling, his fingers pounding in and out of you, his tongue lapping up your juices and his voice whispering pretty things in your ear.

"yeah? want me to keep going?" you could only nod breathlessly at his words. "tell me how badly you want it, pretty girl."

didn't carl just love to hear you beg.

he'd gotten you to a point where he could mold you to whatever way he wanted you, and hearing you beg for him instead of imagining it in his own mind was something he'd never cease to adore. "please, carl, want it so bad―need it."

"poor girl." you knew his words were nothing short of mockery but you couldn't help but nod anyway. "jus' wants to be touched huh?"

all the while, your hand had attached itself around his wrist, leading it down to where you needed him. "please, carl."

you let out a breath of relief as his hand passed your panties, fingers gently circling your clit. "you're such a good girl, aren't you, using your manners 'n all?"

you felt him kiss against your cheek but all you could think about was his hand working magic against you. "uh huh." you breathed out.

"yeah, my good girl." you felt his fingers collect the wetness from your sopping hole, gently pushing them into it and watching as you gasped and writhed. "think you need something extra special tonight, hm?"

you nodded, half humming, half whimpering.

carl's fingers felt euphoric. after he had touched you the first time, you went straight home and tried to do the same over and over again. you tried to capture the same feeling he had given you but you couldn't do it, not without his hands and his voice whispering to you. which is exactly why you came back with fustrated bed head and teary eyes.

carl was more than happy to help his poor girl out.

all he wanted was for you to feel good.

like now, as your back arched against the mattress of his bed, warm and sticky juices coated his fingers that he pumped in and out of you, palm against your clit every time he brought it back.

"feel good, huh?" your nod was enough of an answer, cheeks hot and teeth piercing your bottom lip. "you're so good." and as badly as you wanted to whimper and whine, you restrained. you were well aware of the family in the room over, you couldn't help but let out a small noise from behind your closed lips.

perhaps this was exactly where carl wanted you.

your breath stuttered. "i―nghh." you tried to force the words out. that familiar feeling in the bottom of your stomach was knotting, you found it rather difficult to tell him you were close when you also felt so ecstatic.

that was the benefits of carl knowing your body so well.

"you're close, yeah?" he knew without you having to utter a word. he was leaning over you, close as your head lay near his shoulder, your heavy breaths in his ear. "'s okay, jus' say my name, baby."

unsure, you didn't give it a thought. instead, you breathed his name passed your lips. "carl." though it was more of a quiet whine than anything else.

"again, angel." his lips kissed against the nape of your neck, hearing your breaths get heavier.

"carl, hmph, carl―" you spoke his name like a prayer against your lips. all you could feel, all you could see, all you could think. carl.

the feeling of knowing that he was the only thing on your mind... well it was enough for carl himself.

"gonna cum?" he didn't leave much room for you to shake your head. instead you nodded quickly, needily. "yeah? cum all over my hand, sweetheart, that's it."

and you did exactly what he'd told you to.

you found your lips shoved against the shoulder of his top, silencing the whimpers that left your lips as your back arched and your hips bucked into his hand. with his pumping fingers and thumb that had reached up to your clit, helping you ride out your high... well it was almost impossible not to cum.

when it passed, you laid against the bed with heavy breaths falling from your lips.

he still kissed at your neck, gently nipping at the skin as he helped pull your shirt above your head.

you felt sort of dazed, almost dumb. carl always left you feeling like this. you followed his movements, pulling his own shirt above his head while his lips reattached to your own.

carl began pulling down his jeans and your hands reached out to his hips.

before you could touch him, though, his hands stopped you. "doin' something a little different tonight, okay baby?"

your confused face looked up at him but you didn't question it. instead, you nodded and allowed him to help you discard of your own pyjama pants, allowing him to trail your soaking panties off your frame, tossing them somewhere on the ground that no doubt would be gone by morning, you'd find him with a guilty but amused face as you searched high and low for them.

he began to pull down his boxers and you held your breath.

carl was big.

though, it were true that you hadn't really seen anyone before in the way you saw carl but you knew from the mere imprint of his jeans that he was bigger than quite a lot of others. not that you ever found yourself looking...

you'd seen him many times, touched him even but every time you saw him again it was like you'd forgotten all over again. he was obviously hard, judging by the way his dick stood out. your eyes trailed back up to his face, though he was already watching you, curiously.

you were stumped.

he'd stopped your hands before, not wanting you to touch him, he was doing things 'differently' but he seemed to know an abundance more than you because you couldn't think of anything else to do other than touch each other.

"carl, what are we―"

the boy cut you off with a gentle shushing. "jus' relax baby, trust me." you felt his gentle but large hands grasp at your thighs, pushing them upwards. you felt your sensitive but needy cunt jut forward while he placed both your legs flat against his chest.

this was certainly a position you'd never been in before.

you watched as he pressed gentle kisses against your ankles, a hand gently grasping your sock-covered foot.

you watched in anticipation, confusion and excitement. carl had a way of making you feel all those three at once.

he moved his hand back down to his dick, you held your breath as he rubbed up and down his shaft lining it up with your entrance. as his cock pressed against your sensitive clit, you whimpered, moving away slightly.

carl was quick to move you back. "i know, i know, you're all sensitive but you'll feel good okay? gonna make you feel good." you nodded hesitantly. "everything okay down there, huh?" he gently tapped against your head, bringing you back to reality.

you found it difficult not to hold your breath. "nervous." is all you managed to muster up. you'd both touched each other before but he'd never had you like this.

the way he leaned over you was sort of scary but he also gave you this loving gentleness that made you feel almost protected. "don't be, angel, 's just me." you nodded as his thumb ran down your cheek softly. "yeah? not nervous?"

of course it wasn't that easy, but you nodded anyway, feeling somewhat comforted.

"c'mere, you're gonna be in control too." you felt his larger hand grasp your own. he led it downwards and placed it on his practically throbbing cock. you felt bad for carrying this out, he was probably hurting. "might hurt a little bit, bunny, okay? but just give me a few minutes, make it feel so much better."

"okay." you voiced, shakily, dumbly. his hand was wrapped around yours which was wrapped around his dick. he helped you maneuver it towards your sopping wet hole and you felt his tip insert itself inside.

you let out a noise of slight pain. "i know, baby, 's gonna take a minute." he was being oh so lovely, as gently as he could as he pushed himself inside. he was almost at the end when his two hands came to grab at yours, pulling them flat above your head against the mattress. "'s gonna feel good."

as soon as carl pushed himself completely in, he was reminded to control himself.

his eyes fluttered shut. he'd been dreaming, fantasizing about this moment for too long. it took everything in him not to take you right there and then, fuck you into the mattress until there was nothing left of you. but he couldn't. your twisted up face was a reminder that while he was excited, he must take his time.

you were getting used to his length which was... a lot.

your own eyes were fluttering shut but they opened at the feeling of his dick leaving you, pulling out but just as you felt him almost leave, he rutted his hips right back in until his dick was fully inside again.

"fuck." he let out a grunt while you squeezed your face up with a noise.

you felt him move again, ready to slide out but your mind was too focused on the pain of it all. "carl, i don't―" you were cut off with an embarrassing moan as he pushed himself back inside.

suddenly, the pain feigned itself as pleasure.

the stinging stopped and you were met with a feeling you'd never quite felt before.

"there you go." his own breath was heavy as he repeated the action, this time quicker. "good girl, see 's not so bad?"

you could only nod with a moan. your eyes shut again and you willed your mouth closed.

carl began moving his hips rather quickly. all the running he'd been doing his whole life was finally beginning to pay off, his stamina was unheard of. you found yourself writhing beneath him, mouth almost sewn shut while he pushed in and out of you, his cock filling you up completely.

you began to get nervous, though. the sounds coming out of you were only going to get louder and the last thing you wanted to do was alert anyone downstairs what you and carl had been doing in his bedroom.

but like always, carl was ten steps ahead of you.

his hand entrapped both your hands above your head but he used his free one to trail downwards. you felt his hand move over your mouth, holding it closed while he pumped his dick in and out of you, watching as your eyes screwed shut in pleasure.

"oh, fuck, you're doin' so well, sweetheart." he did his best to keep up his praise, he loved watching your cheeks go pink and feeling your pussy tighten around his cock the minute the words 'good girl' left his lips. but it was hard to think of anything while being inside you.

your gummy walls kept him close, tightening around him. it was almost impossible to keep rutting in and out of you but he couldn't stop, he was like a starved man, addicted to your body. you were gushing at him, wetness creating a white creamy ring at the base of his cock.

your eyebrows were pinched, tears of only pleasure beginning to sting at your eyes.

he was leaning forward, one hand holding your wrists which so desperately wanted to throw themselves forward to paw at him. his other hand held itself tightly around your lips, your sounds were muffled against the skin but he kept his ear close, straining them to listen to the pretty sounds you could make.

you felt his entire weight on you and oddly enough, it made you impossibly more wet.

the feeling of him practically on top of you was surreal, you could feel the sheets beneath you go damp, you were making such a mess.

"'s right, angel, make a mess f'me, good girl." carl didn't seem to care. on the contrary, it was only motivating him further.

it was a sudden realization, he was fucking you. he'd been waiting for this moment for too long. it was everything he'd ever dreamed of. no, it was more.

a sharp cry from you was muffled by his hand but he knew what it meant. "someone's close again, huh?" you nodded so quickly, tears springing at your eyes while your mind seemed cloudy, blank even. you were gone completely and utterly dumb, you couldn't even think.

carl would be lying if he said he could last much longer.

he'd bathe in this feeling forever if he could but he could feel the knot in his stomach too, willing to unfold.

he was going to cum inside of you.

"fuck, that's it angel, doin' so good. wanna cum on my dick, huh?" his voice turned a little more high pitched, a neediness that you both shared, both searching for your highs. his lips quirked. "say please." he teased, knowing you couldn't utter a word.

you only whined against his hand, a whine telling him that you couldn't deal with his teasing, not now.

"come on, pretty, cum on my dick." and like every other time, you'd complied almost instantly.

he pushed his hand harshly against your mouth, roughly holding your head close to the mattress as he felt your walls squeeze against his length. you gushed, wetness pushing around his cock while he felt himself unfold at just the same time.

he fucked his cum into you as he rode out his high, curses and swears falling from his lips while your eyes rolled backwards, dumb and empty minded.

when he finished, all he could think was you.

"fuck." heavy breaths as his hands loosened against you, you took in heavy breaths as you could breathe again, his hand moving away and your wrists suddenly free. they fell on your waist, gently holding you so he could pull his dick free from your hole.

as he looked down, all he could see was both he and your cum mixing together, coating his dick and pouring out from your hole.

all he could say?

"holy fucking shit."

  Avoiding Carl was not an easy feat — granted, it never had been. 

   The boy was everywhere. But you weren’t, at least not anymore. Wherever he turned up, you miraculously ceased to be. You weren’t there when he first woke up either and you didn’t make an effort to see him. You were scared. 

   Not of him, or of what he looked like, but of yourself and your own feelings that became prominent the day that he almost lost his life. You looked over his unconscious self many times and sat there in silence, gazing down at his bandaged face. 

   It pained you, how much you loved the boy that you had seen laying unconscious in front of you. 

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   “Do you ever think about what could’ve been, if the walkers never y’know.. Existed?” Warm fingers held yours. They were the only warmth in the cold air that surrounded the both of you. The stars looked beautiful. 

   You kept your eyes focused on the vast skies. “I don’t.” 

   You could feel his eyes on you after you said that. His hand still held yours, though. 

   “How come?” 

   You closed your eyes and sat up, letting go of your hand. Carl mirrored your movements and sat up next to you. “There’s no use in thinking about things that’ll never happen. We can’t change the past.” Your words were right, he found them to be true too. So why is it that you could now hear his boyish chuckles next to you? Just what was so funny? 

   “What’re you laughing about?” You narrowed your eyes as you turned to look at him. His eyes were squinted as he laughed softly, not too loud since there could be walkers around the area. The smile that tugged on his lips was prominent. 

   “Nothing, it’s just..” His laughing ceased and all that remained was the faint hint of a smile. “I didn’t think I’d meet someone so much like me.” 

   “You meant t’tell me i’m just like you? Ew..” you joked, feigning disgust. 

   He rolled his eyes at your antics, “Oh shut up, y’know you love me.” He didn't think before he had said the words, but once he saw your bewildered expression, he stuttered out, “-as a friend uh- of course.. Uhm..” 

   You smiled tenderly before hiding it by looking back up at the sky. 

   “You’re right though.” He admitted. He was glad it was night, that way you couldn’t see the blush he definitely had on his face right about now. “There’s really no point thinking about the ‘what if’s’. We’ve gotta work with what we have.” 

   You nodded in agreement with his words. “Instead, I think about what could be.” he said. You lifted a brow at him. 

   “What could be?” 

   Before you could say anything more, the boy had placed a chaste kiss on your cheek — If you could even call it that. 

   Needless to say, the two of you weren’t stargazing anymore. 

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   “Could you hand me more syringes? They’re in the storage closet in the back.” Denise asked. She was reorganizing all the medical supplies and since you’d only stopped in to get some more bandaids, you decided it couldn’t hurt to help her for a while. 

   “Sure, I’ll be back.” You put the box you were handling into the empty corner and walked to the storage closet. It was the biggest walk-in closet if you’d ever seen one. There were a bunch of boxes filled with medical stuff, though some of it was just everyday things. You guessed maybe that was why Denise was reorganizing. It was all mixed up. You walked into it and rummaged around the box that had the ‘needles’ label. 

   You had hoped it would’ve been easy to find them but nope, all that was there was bottles of antibiotics, pills and gauze among other things. “Just my luck..” 

   “Yeah.” 

   You swear you’ve never whipped your head around faster than when you heard the familiar voice. Your brows furrowed and you returned your attention to the box in front of you. Your heart seemed to stop for a moment and right there and then, you wished you could disappear. This moment was going to come sooner or later — unfortunately. “Do you need anything?” 

   “No, or well yeah, I-..” 

   “Then leave, I'm busy.” You stood straight after finding the small tupperware container filled to the brim with new syringes and walked past Carl. His face was a blur to you, though you weren’t trying to look at him at all so that was expected. You avoided it. But he didn’t avoid you. Before you could fully walk away, he grabbed you by the arm — not too harshly but just firm enough to keep you there. 

   “Meet me at the spot tonight, please.” He spoke in a hushed tone, as if it was a secret between the two of you. You could tell that he was desperate to just talk to you.

   So with a shaky sigh, you nodded and left to give the box to Denise. 

   ‘Just my luck.’ 

   As the sun began to go down, so too did your anxiety. If he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore over the fact that you quite literally avoided him, then you’d let it happen. But you had to let him know how much you cared for him before that happened, at least. You didn’t want to leave words unsaid between the two of you, even if it ruined everything. 

   The aged leaves underneath your boots crunched as you walked by. You needed to be quiet, it was night so the walkers were more attentive to sounds. You walked through the familiar trees, making sure to stay out of sight and blend in. That was, until a hand covered your mouth and pulled you away. You were about to bite into their palm before a low ‘shush’ was said. “There’s a walker over there, I’ll go handle it.” 

   Once he took his hand off your mouth to go handle the walker, you narrowed your eyes at him. He always seemed to want to dive into danger, it was something that you did too, but it scared you that he was just like you. Just look at where it had gotten him.. 

  Your eyes then shifted to him to the spot you once used to be at every day. It had been a while since you’d come back here, you didn’t want to run the risk of meeting Carl at the spot so you actively avoided it.. But now that you were back, it felt just like home. It was just like how you left it. The log that was always there was clean, the chest with all your art supplies had been left untouched save for a few drawings and comic books that weren’t there the last time you were here. 

   When he came back, you were sat against the log. A more peaceful expression upon your face now that some time had passed and you were prepared for whatever he had to say. “So.. What did you want to talk to me about?” you began. Carl wasn’t really social at the first few weeks he was in Alexandria, but now he was practically a natural. He had no problem with confrontation, unfortunately. 

   So you were in for it. 

   “Why are you avoiding me?” He took a seat next to you, just like he did when he first started hanging out at your spot. “I haven’t seen you since.. You know. And whenever I try to talk to you it’s like you hate me. I need to know what’s going on.. Is it something I did?” 

   You sighed and rubbed your temples, just because you were prepared did not mean it would save you from being bombarded with all these questions and feelings at once. ‘No, It isn’t something you did. Its just.. Agh I can’t explain it.” You avoided looking at him even now. 

   “Just say it, I’ll make it make sense t’me.” He urged. You chuckled at his words before sighing. 

   “It’s just-.. When you got shot, I.. I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know if you were going to live or ..” you trailed off. 

   “..Die.” Carl finished for you. “But then, why are you avoiding me now? I’m okay, you know that ri-” 

   “You didn’t let me finish.” You bit your lip anxiously. “When I saw you unconscious, Alive.. I realized that I.. hh..” you groaned. “I cared for you more than a friend should.” For once, Carl’s thoughts were at a stand-still. He knew what you were implying with that, but he was still surprised. 

   “Is that it? You’re avoiding me because you like me?”

   You finally lifted your gaze to him, “You make it sound stupid. But yeah.. I guess that’s what I’m doing..” 

   After a few moments of silence, Carl bursted out laughing. The blood rushed to your face and you smacked his shoulder playfully, “It isn’t funny, Carl!” 

   “No- It’s not that,” He calmed down, a small smile on his face. “I thought you were avoiding me cuz of.. Y’know, ..my eye.” 

   You lifted a brow at him. “Seriously? C’mon I thought you knew me better than that. That’s stupid.” 

   “Hey! We all have stuff we don’t like about ourselves… My eye just happens to be one of those things..” He spoke quietly now, you could tell his eye had been affecting him. 

   “You’re.. I’m sorry.” You hugged your knees to your chest now, the tension was gone and now it felt a little calmer. A little bit like before.

   “About what?” He turned to you, confused.

   “I wasn’t there when you woke up.. I’ve been so wrapped up in my own feelings that I didn’t consider that you might be going through stuff.” 

   “Oh, that’s not your fault.” 

   You shook your head, “Friends are supposed to be there for you, I wasn’t.” 

   He sighed and rested his head on your shoulder, you could feel the heat on your face. “Don’t beat yourself up about it.. You can be here for me now.” 

   A smile graced your features as you laid your head atop his. “If you don’t mind me asking.. How did it happen?” 

   “What, my eye?” 

   You nodded. 

   “Ron.” He answered plainly. At this, you lifted your head and gave him an incredulous look. 

   “Ron?! He shot you? Why??” Your brows furrowed together in confusion. You’d never been close to Ron but you knew stuff wasn’t cool between him and Carl, especially after what had happened to Ron’s dad. 

   “He lost his mom and brother when the horde broke in.. My dad, Michonne and I were helping them get across through the horde but they didn’t make it..  I guess he blamed my dad for it,” His head was still on your shoulder. “He aimed at my dad but Michonne stabbed him and that threw his aim off, which caused him to shoot my eye out.” 

   “Asshat,” you said under your breath, referring to Ron. “..It sucks that things turned out like this.., but I’m glad you’re alive.” You said, “Eye or no eye.” 

   He chuckled a little bit at what you said. “Yeah?” 

   “Yeah.” 

   A moment of comfortable silence settled between the two of you. The only sounds present were the ones of breathing and the crickets occasionally chirping while the cold air of the night swept through the two of you. The silence was eventually broken by Carl. 

   “So.. what are we then?” 

   “What do you mean?” You knew exactly what he meant. 

   “Are we a thing or..?” 

   You looked down at him. “Well that depends on you. You already know how I feel about you so..” 

   “We'll, I've been liking you,” He said nonchalantly. Not an ounce of shame within him. 

   “Yeah?” You glanced down at him. 

   “Yeah.” His words were soft, shy almost.

   “So, do you wanna be my boyfriend?” 

   He chuckled at your question, “Preferably, yeah….” 

   “Then...” You took his sheriff’s hat and put it on yourself. “I guessss I'll let you.” you teased. 

   “You guess?” He laughed at the way it looked on you. For the first time since he was out, you finally looked at his face. You saw the bandages over his left eye and you cupped his cheek, still feeling guilty for not being there to comfort him when he first got out of the infirmary. He leaned into your touch and smiled, his hand coming up to hold your wrist. “I love you, y’know.” he said. 

   “Love? Isn't it too early for that?” You questioned, feeling the heat rush to your face again. 

   “Nope.” 

ᰔ if youre a melomaniac, carl would def be stuffing vinyls into his bag while out on runs just in case you happen to like the music (he gets happy when u get happy)

ᰔ carl n you def sit in his room just to listen to music (lowk parallel play)

ᰔ speaking of parellel play, hes a sucker for it !! you dont gotta be doing something together, even if the two of you are doing your own thing, he prefers having you near him while doing it

ex : he's reading comics while youre drawing/writing/etc

ᰔ carl likes hearing abt your hobbies and if you got the random knowledge flavor of the tism, he loves hearing the random knowledge you bestow upon him at the strangest times

ex : "carl" "yeah?" "did you know that playing instruments can make you smarter?" ".. how?" *proceeds to explain how the brain works*

ᰔ if you play an instrument, carl loves hearing you play songs you know or have even written yourself (hes your number one fan!!!!!

ᰔ if you wear glasses, you probably lost them/cant use them anymore since the prescription has to be updated. SO : carl would do his best to help you with that

ᰔ he'd read to you if your eyes get tired and describe sights to you if your eye sight's that bad (he finds you squinting adorable, but he wont tell you that)

ᰔ he rarely ever takes off his sheriffs hat but he finds it endearing when you take it off his head and put it on yourself (he thinks u look cute chat)

ᰔ if you love to read, carls bringing you books he found on runs and likes to have you read to him, esp if you have a good reading voice

ᰔ carl sometimes struggles with his self esteem which just got worse with the loss of his eye, because of this he feels real warm when you tell him he's pretty and cup his cheek like he's your treasure

ᰔ imo carl's a pretty shy guy so he doesn't really like any pda unless its like hand holding n stuff (love this guy fr)

ᰔ he does like cheek n mouth kisses but like not in public chat sorry but that boy has like a 6/10 rizz (teenage loser rizz fr)

ᰔ michonne teases him about his affections towards you and he gets all red n sheepish (i love you michonne), he also lowk rants about u to her

ᰔ he likes locking arms with u bcs it helps him walk straight n not bump into you (due to his eye screwing with his depth perception and coordination), but also cuz he likes feeling close to u

ᰔ he escapes to the forest with you to read or just explore outside sometimes

ᰔ basic but he lets you trim his hair if youre experienced in cutting hair (i.e : if you cut your own hair)

ᰔ carl sometimes doesnt like when people touch him bcs of what happened to him (s4 2nd to last episode) and he doesnt open up abt it, but if u ask him he'll tell u

ᰔ during those moments, he prefers to just lay his head on your shoulder and just be there with you thinking about nothing

ᰔ carl would listen to descendents so bad guys trust me

ᰔ stargazing with him is a dream

ᰔ if you have trauma from sa he makes an effort to understand you and tried to get you to be open and honest with him bcs it helps him better understand your situation

---- ok now for my alt readers ----

ᰔ if youre a metalhead, he finds it so cute when he sees you get all dark n immersed in the song youre listening to and if you sing it dramatically? he's filled with a tenderness for you

ᰔ if youre a music nerd he loves it when you tell him about the bands youre into and the lore !!

ex : "yeah Ozzy bit an actual bat once cuz he thought it was a prop, he had to go to the hospital after," "im sorry- he bit a bat??"

ᰔ yes its the zombie apocalypse but that doesnt mean you cant raid hot topic/thrift stores/abandoned shop for clothes slay !!! if you're goth, he wears your studded bracelets (they remind him of you)

ᰔ he also finds the music you listen to romantic and lowk endearing (joy division listeners wya???), probably makes you playlists in cassette form so you can both listen to them

ᰔ he'd let you paint his nails black sorry its the truth and he slays with it

ok im going to sleep

“We got this.” You yell back, trying to feign enthusiasm. You’re not going to die, not today. “The door will hold.”

When Rick and Michonne had asked you and Carl to accompany them on the run today, you two were shocked, needless to say. Since you’re both only teenagers, Rick rarely allows you to go on runs, despite you and Carl both being mature and skilled enough to fight off walkers like everyone else. Rick had said that this was a “test run,” to see if the both of you are able to join the group on more.

It had started out with all of you in the same place, but as you found less and less supplies, Rick wanted to split up. He had sent you and Carl down a few blocks to the next grocery store while he stayed back with Michonne to check out the nearby pharmacy. Everything was going well at first, there were no walkers, and somehow the market had a ton of useful supplies left. You thought you had found heaven.

That was, until, Carl accidentally set off one of the damn alarms. The ringing was loud enough to attract walkers for miles, and not surprisingly, it did. Some had managed to get inside of the store before you locked the main door shut, but because of that, there was no way out beside the windows.

“We can’t stay in here,” Carl tells you as he finishes off the last walker, the knife sliding out of its skull as he shoves it to the ground. “They won’t leave as long as they see us in here.”

“The windows.” You point to the large, dirty windows that are in the back of the small store you’re in. “From the looks of it, it’s clear. We could go, just make a run for it. But if Rick and Michonne come and see we’re gone…”

“We don’t have another choice.” Carl shakes his head. “Let’s go.”

One of the reasons that you and Carl make such a great team is because of how well you bond together. Ever since you two had been introduced back at the farm, you two had clicked instantly. You did everything together, and over the years, you definitely come to consider him your best friend. Not that you really had much of an option before you came to Alexandria, but still. No one can replace Carl, not to you.

You follow Carl over to the windows, watching as he flips the latch up and slides the panel open. The walkers hear this and start making their way to the back of the store, a sign that you two need to hurry the fuck up.

Carl, being the gentleman that he is, makes sure that you go out first. You put your foot on the ledge as you swing your body over the paneling, jumping down onto the ground below you. You make an ‘oof’ sound as your feet hit the ground before standing up and straightening yourself out. Looking over to your left, you can see the walkers getting closer, and Carl is still not over the paneling yet.

“Fuck, Carl, hurry!” You plead, even though you know it’s not going to make a difference.

“Fuck, Y/N, I’m trying!” He rolls his eyes, but you can see that panic is starting to settle in. Just as he’s about to jump down onto the ground, one of the walkers reaches the windows, pulling on Carl’s legs. His eyes go wide as he tries to shake it off, but between the motions of that and the walker pulling, Carl falls to the ground.

Instinctively, you run over to Carl, basically doing a football tackle motion to the walker as you dive onto it, getting it off of him. This, unfortunately, puts you in a bad position, as instead of giving you the advantage of being on top of the walker like you had hoped, it is now hovering over your body, its mouth open and ready to attack.

You use all your strength possible to push it off of you, but it’s not enough. Just as the weight and drive in this walker becoming overbearing, Carl plunges his knife into its head, allowing you to get up and escape from your near death.

“Let’s go.” Carl grabs your hand, forcing you to run with him in the opposite direction.

You two run as fast and as long as possible until you’re both sure that you’ve escaped the walkers. While this is a tremendously good thing, now you are both hopelessly lost in the middle of the forest. Not only that, but the sky is only growing darker by the minute, and you can tell that it’s going to start down pouring at any second now. Fantastic.

“We,” You start out, taking a gasp as you struggle to breathe from the intense running. “Made it.”

“Barely.” Carl scoffs, his own breath heavy. “What the hell was that back there? You almost killed yourself!”

“I was saving your life!” You glare at him. “What else was I supposed to do? Let you die? Because I’m sorry, but I will not ever do that. If there’s even the slightest chance I can save your life, I will.”

“I could’ve handled it.” Carl shakes his head.

“No, Carl, you couldn’t have. Sorry if I’m hurting your big ego, but you would’ve died if I didn’t help you back there. Be at least a little thankful.” You roll your eyes. 

You know you’re being a little harsh, but it annoys you to no end that Carl is acting this way. Over the years, you two have gotten into plenty of arguments (cons of being best friends who are around each other constantly), so you’re not afraid to say what you think anymore around him. If you think he’s wrong, you’re certainly not afraid to call him out on it, and vice versa. Only this time, the both of you think you’re right.

“And you would’ve died if I didn’t help you.” Carl snaps. “Next time, just let me handle things.”

“Oh my god, you’re so annoying sometimes.” You huff out. You hear a clap of thunder in the distance, a few raindrops following that sound. It all happens so quickly, and before you know it, it’s raining on the both of you. Hard.

“We can finish this fight later, we need to find shelter!” Carl calls out to you over the loud rain, lightning flashing in the distance.

“’We can finish this fight later’… Ridiculous.” You mumble under your breath, knowing he won’t hear you.

You and Carl run around for a good while in an attempt to find something that will provide shelter that isn’t a tree. After some time, and some praying that you won’t get hit by lightning, you two stumble across a small log cabin, tucked away in the trees. Neither of you wastes any time running inside, grateful to be some place dry.

The cabin has obviously been ransacked through, and there was for sure no more food or anything left, but it’ll work while you’re waiting for the storm to pass. There was still a couch and a bed, as well as plenty of blankets and pillows.

“I’m fucking freezing.” You shiver as you kick off your wet boots, setting them by the door. “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to take these clothes off.”

“You’re what?” Carl’s eyes widen at your words.

“We’re both going to get hypothermia if we don’t take off our wet clothes. It’s cold. Don’t worry, there are blankets. We can still cover up while we wait for our clothes to dry.” You offer. You and Carl have never really seen each other in that state of undress before, so for you two to be practically naked in front of each other is slightly awkward.

“I-I guess you’re right.” Carl stutters, his cheeks becoming flushed.

You begin to peel off your shirt, but when you realize that he’s still staring at you, you give him a look. You raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to turn around.

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” He apologizes, shuffling his body and turning around to start beginning to undress.

You strip off all your clothing, starting with your shirt and ending with your underwear. As you turn your body to the side in an attempt to grab a blanket off the couch, Carl does at the same time, leaving you both very exposed in front of each other.

“Oh my god,” You blush, grabbing the blanket and covering yourself up quickly. Carl stood there, frozen for a moment, until you chucked a blanket at him.

“Jesus, Carl, don’t just stand there.” You say, watching as Carl blushes and wraps the blanket around him, successfully covering himself up.

“Did you see anything?” He asks you, taking a seat down on the couch.

“No, did you?” You ask him back, although your answer is a complete and total lie. You saw everything. But, to spare his further embarrassment (and yours), you decide that acting like you didn’t is the best option.

You’d be lying if you said that you weren’t impressed by what you saw, though.

“Nope.” He says quickly, and you can tell by the tone in his voice that he’s lying as well, but you don’t push it. This situation is already awkward; it doesn’t need to become worse. As a matter of fact, you think this is probably the most uncomfortable and embarrassing moment you’ve had with Carl yet, and considering how many you’ve had in the past, that’s a big achievement.

“So…” You trail off in attempt to clear the tension out of the room. Carl doesn’t respond, he just starts fiddling with his fingers. You two sit in silence for what feels like hours, and since you have no way to tell the time, it certainly may have been.

“Do you think Rick and Michonne are looking for us?” You’re the first to break the silence.

“Probably not. They’re probably taking shelter somewhere, too. I’m not too worried.” Carl shrugs. “Besides... I think they might be together, anyways. I’m pretty sure, at least.”

“Your dad and Michonne?” Your jaw drops. “No way!”

“I don’t know.” Carl shakes his head. “Neither of them says anything about it, but I think it's happening. Or will at some point.”

“I thought he had something for Jessie?” You ask. “Huh.”

“I thought so, too, but sometimes the way he looks at Michonne… I don’t know. I probably won’t know. My dad doesn’t talk to me about those kinds of things.”

“Yeah, I get it.” You nod.

“So…” Carl trails off. “Sorry for blowing up at you earlier. I was just freaked out, you almost died because of me, and you’re my best friend, Y/N. I couldn’t live without you. If you died…”

“I get it.” You say quickly. “Don’t need to explain yourself. I mean, it was frustrating that you didn’t even thank me and all you did was yell, but I understand.”

“I just… If you died, I don’t know. I’d be a mess.” Carl admits. “I’ve lost so many people, I can’t lose you, too.”

“You’re not going to lose me.” You smile at Carl, putting your hand on his blanket-clad shoulder. “I’ll always be here.”

“I love you.” Carl blurts out, making you do a double take.

Did he just say that he loves you? By the sincere (and slightly panicked) look on his face, you know that he did that say that, and he meant it. Your heart starts to beat a little faster, a smile forming on your lips. Never did you ever think that they day would come when Carl Grimes confessed his love for you.

“What?” You know what he said, but damn do you want to hear that again.

“I love you.” Carl sighs. “When I thought you were going to die today, Y/N, something just clicked. This switch went off in my mind like it was screaming at me how much I’m in love with you, and that you were about to die right in front of me. That’s why I acted like that. I’m sorry.”

“That’s… Wow.” You gulp. “I didn’t expect you to say that.”

“I’m a fucking idiot, can we just forget I said th-“

You cut him off by crawling over closer to him (effectively losing your blanket covering at the same time) and pressing your lips up against his. He takes a moment to kiss you back, presumably shocked by the situation, but once he does, oh boy he does.

It’s a little clumsy, and your lips aren’t perfectly in sync, but it’s perfect to you. You’re kissing Carl, not something you’d ever really thought would happen, but now that it is, you can’t imagine ever stopping. His lips feel like heaven against yours, like they were made for this exact moment.

His hands travel up your bare sides, pulling you in closer to him, losing his blanket now as well. You can feel his hardening length pressing up against you, making you giggle.

“Ah shit, is this really happening, or is this just another one of my dreams?” Carl pulls away from you, a smirk plastered on his face.

You pinch his arm loosely, grinning yourself. “It’s the real deal.”

“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” Carl mumbles as he places his lips on your neck, making you moan softly. “I can’t imagine doing this with anybody else.”

“Me either.” You admit. “You’ll be my first, you know.”

“Me, too.” Carl begins to suck lightly on your neck, and your hands find their way into his hair, pulling it lightly. You begin to grind your clit against his length, the slickness only adding to both of your pleasures.

Carl suddenly pins you down underneath him, bringing his right hand down and entering a finger inside of you. You moan out at the feeling, rolling your hips around it. He stays at a steady pace, pressing kisses all along your body. He’s making you feel so beautiful, so loved, so worshiped, and you couldn’t feel any more confident about the decision you’re both making.

“I don’t have a condom.” Carl looks up at you, pulling his finger out of you. “I can pull out, but if you’re not comfortable with it, we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You reach over and pump his length a few times, watching as his head falls back in pleasure just from a simple gesture.

He grabs onto his member, placing it at your entrance before slowly sliding it in. An unfamiliar burning sensation hits you, not too painful, but enough for it to be noticeable. Carl notices your slight wince and stops pushing in, looking down at you in concern.

“No, keep going.” You give him the go-ahead. “It’ll get better.”

“You sure?”

“A hundred percent.” You grin, and he places his hands on the couch cushions on either side of your shoulder as he continues to slide in. You wrap your legs around his hips tighter, pulling him into you a bit further, showing him that he doesn’t have to treat you so lightly. Carl begins to thrust into you faster and harder, both of your moans filling the room. The pain that was once there has subdued and all you can feel is a pleasure so great, you didn’t even know it existed.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Carl groans out. “This feels so good, you feel so good, fuck.”

“Fuck,” You breathe out, not able to coherently form any other word. Your finger dig into Carl’s back, knowing that it will leave marks, but also not caring at this point. You two will have enough visible hickeys at this point for you to care anymore.

“Fuuuuck, oh my god, Carl,” Your orgasm hits you, your walls clenching around him.

“Shit shit shit, I’m going to cum, where?” Carl pulls out quickly, his hand pumping up and down his wet length erratically. Instead of speaking, you remove his hand from his length, wrapping your lips around it instead. You keep your mouth around the tip, sucking and swirling your tongue around it while your hand focuses on the up and down motion of his shaft.

In record time, warm cum spurts into your mouth, catching you off guard. You swallow as much as possible before releasing him from your mouth, some of the cum dripping down your chin as you pull away. As sexy as possible, you move your thumb up to wipe the cum off your face before sticking your thumb in your mouth, sucking the cum off it.

“Holy shit.” Carl breathes heavily. “Holy fucking shit.”

“That was…” You trail off.

“Amazing.” Carl finishes your sentence. “That was amazing. You- You’re amazing.”

He kisses you sweetly before collapsing onto the couch, seemingly exhausted. He pulls you into him, your ass pressed up against him as you two spoon. He grabs one of the blankets that had at some point been tossed to the floor, placing it over the top of both of you as he kisses your forehead.

“I think we might have to stay here overnight.” Carl comments. “Looks like the storm isn’t lightening up anytime soon.”

You giggle, squirming your ass up against his already hardening against dick. You can feel his smirk against your shoulder blade, which only makes you do the motion again.

“I can think of a few ways we can pass the time.”

Who would’ve thought you’d be so thankful for a thunderstorm keeping you trapped in some random, abandoned cabin?