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summary: this one gives You. vibes, like the netflix show about a stalker, so first thing i want to say is STALKING ISNT OKAY IM JUST MAKING A STORY LMAO. carl is just obsessive over y/n and watches her every move. 🤭 anyways carls obsessed with y/n and follows her on a run, some spicy stuff entails.

warnings: stalking lol, smut, language, oral(female receiving) i think that's itttt

carl was a watcher, an observer if you will. he never wanted to be caught off guard, he never wanted to miss anything. this goes for in and outside of the walls. outside of the walls, it benefited him and the rest of the group to be observant, but inside of the walls, it just made him crazy. it makes him so crazy because he has a habit of watching you.

you were always on his mind. it was all about you in his head. you were everything to him. he knew your scent, it was an expensive perfume that you found out on a run, a solo run, or so you thought. he watched you break the glass case it was protected in, in some random mall store. carl was always there, watching you. he took a mental note of everything about you.

he knew your taste in clothes, as much as you could have one in the apocalypse. he knew you were a picky eater, he knew your favorite song, band, movie franchise, your middle name, and the secret one you don't tell anybody about. he knew everything about you. he knew about the cute, frilly bras and underwear you would wear under your clothes, i mean, he watched you pick them out, it was during the same run that he watched you take the perfume. he loved to know that you wore such cute little things under your work clothes.

he was fascinated with you. enamored with you. you. you. he didn't want anybody else, it would always be you.

it was a sunny wednesday morning, everybody walked around, doing their jobs. you were walking with rosita, chatting and laughing. you two were as close as sisters, it was nice to have somebody like that. you didn't know that carl had his eye on you. he was sitting on his porch with judith admiring you, your smile, your laugh, what he could hear of your speaking voice, your body and the way it swayed as you walked.

  he wanted you. he wanted every inch of you.

   he snapped out of his trance as judith began crying, he scooped her up and walked inside, his thoughts of you following him closely.

fast forward a few days, early morning 5:30am

today was your birthday, you didn't plan on telling anybody that didn't know, or reminding anybody that did know. you wanted to simply go on a solo run and find a few "gifts" for yourself. so, you got ready to do just that. you stretched out of your bed, rising to your feet. you picked out an outfit, you thought of it as a 'birthday outfit' so you 'dressed up'.

you pulled your shirt over your head, and your shorts down your legs, walking to your dresser. you brought out a pair of jeans and a matching underwear set, then moving to your closet, you brought out a button up and a tank top. you decided to not dress like a man today, and spice it up a bit. you pulled your underwear on and clipped your bra around you, slipping your arms through the straps. you loved this set.

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