"(Y/N), they're only right across the hall. They could easily hear this bed creak. It's old as fuck!" Carl demands you while thrusting his pelvis.
You nod your head, trying not to say, or scream, a word.
Carl continues to slowly grind against you, your sweaty naked bodies sticking together every single time. He leans his head down and kisses your breast while making love to you. You kiss his head and groan once he hits your spot. He goes a bit faster each time, well aware that you're close to your edge.
He wipes wisps of hair away from your face and locks eyes with you, "You look so beautiful with your hair back."
He pants and grinds against your sweaty body.
Carl thrusts once more, making you shake ferociously, trying your hardest not to make any noise. He rests his head underneath your breasts. He pulls out slowly, disposes of the condom, and walks into the bathroom. You wipe yourself down with a towel hanging up and climb back into bed nude.
Carl climbs back into bed next to you and begins to cuddle you close. You relax on your stomach while he slowly runs his nails along your back. You smile faintly and think to yourself,
"This is my life, and I love it so much."
And you knew deep down, Carl Grimes felt the same exact way.
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Short I know... But I'm sorry it's almost 2 am and I'm so tired and I just want to post something. Ily, vote, comment, stuff like that. Sorry for any mistakes. I'm so tired I can't even proof read, night or morning or afternoon.
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Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff
FanfictionMost imagines are of Carl Grimes, but I do write some of Chandler Riggs. I write both smut and fluff, which I alternate each chapter. I try my best to update as fast as I possibly can. The imagines get better throughout the book, and hopefully you...
