ribs || carl grimes x reader

elvis - noble son

A few months later...

"So we beat on..."

*THUNK*

"...boats against the current..."

*THUNK*

"...borne back ceaselessly into the past."

*THUNK*

You closed the book in your hands and looked up to see the backside of Carl, who was bouncing his tennis ball off the wall. You give him a mild dirty look for interrupting your concentration, and almost as if he could feel your daggers, he looks back at you.

"What? Denise says it's PT." he shrugs. You chuckle, unable to be annoyed at him. You stand up off the bed to put the book back on the shelf. But before you can turn around, you feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Carl nestles his face into the crook of your neck and you get goosebumps as his warm breath covers your bare skin. You turn around in his arms to face him now and wrap your arms around his neck. He blushes as he stares into your eyes, and you stare at him, unable to comprehend how lucky you are to have him. You play with his long hair as his thumb rubs your hip. 

"Any plans today?" you ask, hoping he says no so you can selfishly have him all to yourself.

"Actually, yeah. I have something planned for US. There's something I wanted to ask you..." you break out into a smile. "But first I have to go get something, and then we have to go somewhere. Can you meet me at the gate in like...10 minutes?" he asks with excitement, his face now beaming. 

"Yeah, I'll meet you there." You untangle your arms from him and pulls one of his hands up, propping it under your chin. He plants a long, warm kiss on your lips. You two melt together just as you always did when you kissed. Before he pulls away he graces your cheek lightly. He then gives you a hasty forehead kiss before heading to his dresser. 

"Carl!" you hear his name called down the hall, then Michonne appears in his doorway. 

"Carl, can I use your toothpaste?" she asks, fresh out of the shower. 

"Yeah, if I had some." he chuckles. Then Michonne points at you.

"Do you have any toothpaste?" You giggle. 

"Yeah, I was headed over to the house anyways. I'll be right back." She silently celebrates as you walk past her and head over to your house.

"What could Carl have planned for us outside the walls? And what did he need to go get?" you ponder to yourself. Then, your heart drops. "Ask me something...He's not gonna propose, is he?" As much as you love Carl, you definitely aren't ready to make that big of a commitment yet. You admitted feelings, kissed several times, and you've been VERY flirty with each other, but it's only been a few months...

You snap out of your thoughts to quickly rifle through your drawers and find an outfit to go out in, since you were currently wearing sneakers, shorts, and one of Carl's oversized t-shirts. After getting changed, you remember to grab toothpaste for Michonne and dropped it off, which was met with many thanks and a big hug. Just as you walked onto the street you found Carl, slipping something in his pocket quickly, before greeting you.

"Hey, you ready to go?" he asks, seemingly a bit flustered now. You raise an eyebrow at him, but he just plays it off like he has no idea what you mean.

"Sure but, where are we going?" you ask.

"Somewhere you've NEVER been before!" he says with sarcastic mystique. You notice on his back is a huge orange hiking bag, clearly filled to the brim.