*carl grimes imagines*

caught in the act*

summary: y/n gets caught doing you know what by carl while she's moaning his name🫢 carl has a big ding dong🧎🏻‍♀️

warnings: smut, masturbation, lots of dirty talk from carl lmao, small amounts of degrading, he turns sweeter towards the middle and end🤭

   you laid in bed, yeah it was midday, yeah that wasn't the most productive thing to do ever. but you were worn out from working all week in the chilly fall weather. you held a book in your hands as your eyes skimmed over the faded words on the paper. your mind would not stay focused on the book, you just kept forgetting the storyline, your eyes couldn't even stay focused on the book itself, as they kept wandering around the room, fixating themselves upon absolutely nothing.

all because of him. because of carl grimes. you two were close, you were best friends at this point. your guys friendship started and is basically centered at making fun of each other and cracking jokes. if somebody hadn't known you two, they probably would've thought you hated each other because of how much you make fun of each other. you had an intense and insane attraction to carl all the time, but there was one instance that you kept thinking about that gave you strong, instant butterflies anytime you would think about it.

(this time this is carls outfit because it will help with the imagery of the flashback lol)

  you and carl were up late at night, walking around alexandria, just messing around when carl spotted an apricot tree. you two ran over to the tree that was covered in apricots. you tried jumping for one, but you were just shy of being able to reach.

   "i'll get you one." carl said this as he pushed his sleeves up and lifted his arm to reach for the apricots, his sweater riding up and exposing his midriff. there was something in you that clicked that night, something about his thin waist and v-line that for some reason had you in a chokehold, and the fact that he was getting much taller out of seemingly nowhere. his pale skin seemed to glow in the street light. his toned abdomen sent chills down your spine, along with his very slight happy trail.

"here you go." he handed you the apricot. his eye sparkled, his hair framed his face perfectly, he wasn't wearing his hat like he normally does. you took the apricot from his hand, your fingers grazing his. you almost felt drunk at this point. there was something truly intoxicating about him. your best friend. fuck.

  and now here you are, fantasizing about carl. that one simple night seemed to send your ovaries into a damn frenzy. ever since that night, you would lie awake in bed and think about him. his face that began to mature more, but still kept the softness he's always had. his body also began to mature, he was slowly turning into a big, strong man. but to you, he would always be your sweet, darling, carl.

   you bit your lip at the thought of him. a familiar feeling in your core began to rise as your mind ran wild, flashes of him in your mind. you recalled the times that he's touched you. it was all innocent, but jesus christ, his hands drove you crazy. they were veiny and his knuckles were very pronounced. his arms were the same, veiny and strong. his chest and stomach were both toned, his shoulders seemed to be getting more broad as the days went by, and his muscles have been growing more and more every time you saw him, it seemed, anyways.