*carl grimes imagines*

bully pt.2*

summary: a pt.2 of bully. y/n and carl continue their toxic, weird sexual relationship. my favorite type of relationship. 😏
warnings: smut, oral, (female receiving) dirty talk, cursing, touching in a CHURCH (sorry guys) i think that's it 😙

you sat at the pews in the church at the town meeting, your leg bouncing up and down. it had been only a day and a half since you and carl hooked up. and the whole day and a half, you craved him. he was right. you would be crawling back for more. more and more residents of alexandria flooded in as you zoned out. steph was sitting next to you, ron sitting next to her and they were chatting up a storm. looks like that night was a success for them. you wouldn't even consider it a success for you though. you want to fuck your bully, what are you supposed to do with that?

you felt like a damn addict. you pulled at the loose denim fabric string that came from your pants as you shook your leg. your eyes flicked up and there he was, walking in behind his dad. carl. that fucking jerk. your breathing hitched in your throat. you about choked. you sat up straight as carl came and took a daring seat right next to you. rick walked the rest of the way to the front of the church.

"im taking you to the back with me." carl said this quietly as he tugged you up from your seat and pushed you to the back. he was able to slyly do this all to make it look casual. he sat you down in the back pew next to him, which was empty.

"what are you doing?" you snarked at him. you were trying to ignore your body because god damn he was so annoying.

"you're really gonna question it?" he said this as his dad spoke up and everybody fell quiet for the most part. the meeting began. you looked forward at rick and the others talking at the front of the church. they were talking about construction plans, which made you zone out a bit, because they only ever put you on lame jobs anyways. that's when carls large hand worked it's way over to your upper leg. you tried to stay calm. you didn't even look at him. your breathing sped up as his grip tightened around your leg. you gulped.

    "you're craving it, huh?" carl said this to you as quietly as possible in your ear so nobody could hear.

"not here, not now!" you quickly whispered this back.

"you're telling me you're keeping your cool right now? that you're not about to lose your shit? i can sense the hunger for sex on you." he whispered this as his grasp on your thigh tightened.

     "you don't have that power over me." you managed to squeak this out.

     "who are you trying to convince, me, or yourself?" he scoffed with a smile after he said this. you rolled your eyes, trying to focus on rick, but you couldn't help but notice the resemblance between him and carl. especially the bright blue eyes. which just got you thinking back to last night when carl was staring into your eyes while giving you the best head you think you'd ever get in your life. but you'd never tell him that. you squeezed your eyes shut. you wondered exactly how you'd get through this.

    time skip: later that night

   you were walking from rosita's house back to your own around 9:30pm. you had been there for a few hours, you had to get some advice from somebody that you knew had good insight with guys- and is also fun to talk to about men. your cheeks hurt from laughing all night with her. plus, steph had been busy falling in love with ron the last couple of days, and you didn't want to disturb that. you walked up onto your porch and opened your door, walking in and setting your backpack down. you slipped your shoes off and started walking to your kitchen before hearing a thump upstairs. you immediately got chills. thumps around an empty house were almost never a good sign in the apocalypse. you went to your bag and grabbed your knife out.