𝑾𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑬 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑾𝑬 𝑨𝑹𝑬 | ¹✓

25 | how many?

or, anything crazy happens with Sam, like he does something stupid, but then again, Sam has already done stupid things, things Carl doesn't know about.

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"I'm gonna go take a shower," Sam said, he walked away from Carl and Michonne, going upstairs to Carl's room to grab some clothes, he then walked out and went into the bathroom to get his shower.

"Sweetie? You okay?" Michonne asked Carl as she noticed him spacing out, staring at the wall as he was nervous, he shook his head, pushing his thoughts back, looking at Michonne, "huh?"

"Are you okay? You look unsure about something."

"I'm fine, just thinking."

"you sure?" Michonne asked, walking over and placing her hand on Carl's shoulder, "yeah, I'm good."

She nodded softly and kissed his forehead, pulling him in a hug afterwards.

"you know I'm here for you, right? if you have any questions about anything, you can ask me, even if you're unsure."

"I know, Michonne."

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After his shower, Sam went into Carl's room, walking over to his boyfriend that was laying on his bed, on his stomach.

"Baby,"

Carl opened his eyes, waking up as he was taking a nap, he lifted up his head off the pillow and turned to face Sam, "hm?"

Sam just smiled softly and sat beside him, laying down on his back, looking at Carl.

Carl exhaled and laid his head on Sam's chest, wrapping his arm over his front.

Sam kissed his head, brushing his hair from his eyes, "who's Max?"

Sam looked at him, "he's just an old friend that I know,"

"why haven't I heard about him before?"

Sam shrugged his shoulders lightly, he then just faced the ceiling, looking up at the ceiling fan above them that was on.

Carl lifted his head up from Sam's chest, looking at him, "how come you never talk about him or see him?"

Sam looked at him, "Because we haven't seen each other in a few months. Why?"

Carl just blinked a couple times before exhaling softly, "are you sure about this?"

Sam sat up a little, balancing himself with his elbows behind him, looking at Carl, "sure about what? Wait, do you not want to go?"

Carl sat up fully, criss-crossed in front of him, looking at his hands, "I dunno, I just.. what if something happens? Like Ron is there and y'all fight, or, there's alcohol and all of the fifteen and sixteen year olds drink and such, or, there's gonna be drama and people be stupid and-"

Sam interrupted Carl's rambling, "Carl, nothing's going to happen, okay? If you don't want to go, then we don't have to."

Carl looked at him, "no, it's not that I don't want to, I just.."

Sam looked at him, waiting for him to speak, but he never did, he just sat there, looking away from him to the wall.

"Babe?" Sam spoke softly, he noticed that Carl was fidgeting with his hands, he placed his own on top of Carl's, pulling him out from his thoughts, making him look at Sam.