Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Camping With Chandler (Fluff)

*This story is a few years into the future.*

The sunlight's rays dance on Chandler's sleeping face as he sits in the passenger seat. You reside in the driver's seat, gripping the wheel tightly, trying your hardest not to lean over and just kiss his forehead ever so gently. His soft lips purse in his sleep, and his head turns to the side, looking away from you. Trees pass by, leaving shadows on the front of your car. The campsite was only two miles ahead, and you were aching to get away from society for just a weekend.

You decided to let Chandler get some sleep while you placed everything you brought on your rented land for the weekend. You put the tent in its spot, but figured Chandler would set everything up. When all of the things Chandler packed were brought were out of the vehicle, you lightly shook Chandler. "Baby...wake up. It's noon." you whisper lightly in his ear. He flutters his eyes open and groans. He yawns and stretches out in the seat. "Are we here?"
You nod and grab his hand. "Come on. Help me set it up?" you ask. He nods and gets out of the car.

After an hour of putting everything together, it's about 1:00 in the afternoon.

(((CUZ ITS *ONE* IN THE AFTERNOOON, AND YOUR EYES ARE THE SIZE OF THE MOOON)))

"Want to build a campfire? Maybe head over to that shack up there and grab some food to roast?" Chandler suggests. You nod at the proposal. "Sounds good."

Chandler and you walk hand in hand up the trail to the mini-store. "My legs hurt," you complain under your breath. "Why didn't we just drive?" you groan. Chandler looks at you and scoffs. "Get on my back you big baby."

You giggle and jump on Chandler's back. He grunts and his muscles flex each step he takes. Every time he adjusts you, his muscles tighten. You can't help but run your hand along them. Chandler pretends he doesn't notice, but it was obvious you were basically melting over his forearms.

Chandler reaches the store with you still hooked onto his back.
"(Y/N), open the door." he tells you.

You reach out and pull the door, but the door slams into you on the way in. Chandler picks up hotdogs, metal rods, and lemonade. He pays for the purchases, with you still latched onto him, and starts back home.

There was already a
pre-made campfire circle. You sit comfortably on a log with a blanket around you, while Chandler starts the fire. "That's good enough babe. Now come over here and cuddle with me so we can make some food." you grab two metal rods for Chandler and yourself.

{If any of you are vegetarians, I'm sorry. Eat whatever the hell you want.}

He rips open the package of hotdogs and stabs one through the point on the end of the rod. He does the same for yours. "Here." he hands it over. You hold out the stick with Chandler's arm over your shoulder. Your hotdog turns a nice caramel color. However, Chandler's turns to charcoal, but that's the way he eats it.

Chandler pulls the stick towards him and chomps down on the stick of charcoal that was once a hotdog. "Perfect. Try yours." he nods his head. You look at your perfectly roasted hotdog and take a bite. "Damn these hotdogs are good. Well done." you congratulate yourself, Chandler smirks and shakes your shoulder. "Yeah they are. Try mine." he adds. You shake your head and shove the burnt hotdog out of your face. "No way." you gag.

Chandler smirks and whispers,
"That's not the one I was talking about."