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#69 walkingdead
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Dating in a world without movie theaters or restaurants or mini golf or more than one cute guy was tricky but not impossible. There were responsibilities and expectations and chores that required more attention from you than anything had in the old world, the time for dating was gone but the preconditioned thoughts never left your head, no matter how much you might’ve liked them to. If you could just focus on staying alive and being safe and surviving that would have been enough. But instead your mind wandered from looking out for walkers to watching the way Carl’s hair looked in the sun. You fixated on how he held Judith, playing with her, parenting her, for his father. Admirable, like everything else about him.
You weren’t the only one who thought too much about dating and relationships and whether or not the jeans you’d been wearing for almost a year looked good on you. Superficial, sure, but you were only human.
“If we get caught-”
“We won’t get caught,” Carl promised, voice just above a whisper. He held your hand in his as he led you to the exact spot on the wall that he knew he could sneak out from. Sneaking out of Alexandria felt as dangerous and exciting as you were sure sneaking out of your bedroom window for a boy would have. And when he looked back at you, smiling, and said “trust me” you had no choice.
“Okay but if your dad catches us this is your fault and I’m just an innocent bystander.” You replied, unable to stop the smile that crossed your face when he watched you.
“Yeah okay.”
He was over the wall first and then you. He said it was so you weren’t alone outside of the safety of the wall but really it had more to do with his eagerness to hold you as you stepped down on the last rung and found your footing. His hands went to your waist fingers pressing into the bare skin of your sides as your shirt rose up. He was slow to let go and you fought the urge to giggle like a pathetic rom-com lead. Carl only let go of you for a moment before he took your hand again, leading you through the houses that didn’t survive the end of the world.
“This way.” He instructed as he led you to a house with a crater sized hole through it. He took you upstairs, where you could sit on the edge of the floor and dangle your feet over the edge. The night was quiet, more than you could ever get used to, and stars littered the sky. More than they ever had when you were a kid.
“This is so pretty.” You whispered. You knew the rules, this wasn’t the first time you and Carl had snuck out together. Whispers only, never leave Carl’s side (not a hard one), be on alert.
The first time you had let Carl sneak you out of Alexandria had been three months ago, weeks after he had first arrived with his family. You had seen him climbing over the wall and curiosity had given you enough nerve to ask him if he would take you out there. This was as close to a date as he could manage and he took full advantage of it. During the day you both had responsibilities that made anything more than a passing greeting impossible. Night was your time, a space that just the two of you could exist without the obligations of everyday life and the reality of what was out there.
“You say that every time.” Carl pointed out, taking a seat on the floor beside you.
“I mean it every time.” You replied.
Despite three months of coming out here, primarily to make out (at least for the last two months), you still felt the anxious butterflies in your stomach over the excitement. You could kiss Carl a thousand times and it would still feel brand new every time. The way he leaned in, hesitantly at first as if you would reject the advance, even after all this time. The gentle caress of his fingers against your jaw and the softness of his hair as it brushed your cheeks. His lips were always chapped, despite the collection of lip balm you had accumulated and often passed off to him. You liked the feeling of him, how he seemed to override all your senses at the same time.
When he broke the kiss he rested his forehead against yours, closing his eye. You could still remember when Ron shot him. A weird sort of self-conscious insecurity had passed between the two of you. A newly self-deprecating side of him almost overrode the side of him that you were so used to. The sure, confident, quick-witted, fearless, teen that you had become completely infatuated with was almost swallowed by the reality of his injury. It was only in recent weeks that he’d let you see him without the bandage on. You pushed against him, forcing him to lift his head and you leaned forward, kissing first below his good eye and then over the bandage, hair obscuring the kiss. He smiled.
“What do you think will happen?” You asked seriously. Nights were not only for making out, though you were pretty fond of that portion of the night.
“With what?” He asked, kissing you quickly.
“All this Negan business…do you think…” You trailed off, unwilling to ask the question that had been playing in your head since all of this began. Did he think everything would be okay? That the two of you would be okay.
“I won’t let anything happen to you.” Carl replied, more serious than you’d ever heard him be before, it reminded you for a moment of his father. “I promise.”
“I know.” You did, you trusted Carl more than anyone else in the whole of Alexandria. A thought crossed your mind and you laughed quietly, “my mom would be so proud of me right now.”
“Why’s that?”
“She used to tell me stories about how she snuck out to go on dates when she was teenager.” You replied.
“I don’t think my mom ever snuck out.” Carl said, looking thoughtful for a moment. He had told you about Lori once or twice but you knew he didn’t like to talk about her.
“Well my mom dated like…the worst guys. According to her.”
“What are you trying to say?”
“Nothing.” You laughed, “you’re an angel.”
He placed a kiss on your neck and then you were distracted again. This wasn’t really dating but it was the closest thing to a connection with another person that you could find and Carl was perfect.
“Hey,” you paused, the fluttering in your stomach migrating into your chest as Carl looked at you, soft and curious and loving. “I love you.”
The smile felt like it was in slow motion, all the emotions etched on his face as he settled on something that made you feel warm, safe. The butterflies dissipated into the comfortable feeling of security. “Yeah, I love you too.” He said it like a promise, kissing your forehead.
