ribs || carl grimes x reader

twin size mattress - the front bottoms

TY ALL FOR 1K!!!!!!!!!! enjoy this chapter as a treat.

Carl sets your bag down on the floor and you plop down onto his bed. 

"Are you sure your dad's ok with me sleeping over?" you ask.

"Well his first reaction was 'I don't need any grandkids yet Carl Grimes.'" he jokes, doing his best Rick impression. "But then he said yes. I told him I'd be sleeping on the floor...but we don't exactly have to follow that rule." he smirks at you and you giggle. You two had just finished dinner and were excited to have your first sleepover. Sure you two had cuddled and taken naps together, but staying the whole night would be so much better. Carl sits down next to you and throws his arm around you.

"So, what do you wanna do first?" he asks suggestively, leaning in close to your face. You smirk and playfully push his face away, just to tease him a little bit. 

"Let's play cards, I'm feeling pretty competitive right now." he jokingly frowns a bit and dejectedly grabs the cards from the shelf. You two lay on the ground and play various card games, all of which you lose terribly at.

"Come on what happened to chivalry? Aren't you supposed to let me win?" He chuckles at your whining. 

"Don't be such a sore loser! Let's play one more round of Go Fish." You sigh as he deals out the cards. After a very intense 15 minute round of Go Fish, you each count the stacks you have.

"I have 9." you say hesitantly.

"I have...8." Carl says as he jokingly slams his cards down. You celebrate wildly, having finally won something (even if it was as simple as a game of Go Fish). Your taunting comes to an abrupt stop as Carl pounces over the pile of cards and pins you down to the ground, hovering over your face. 

"Does it feel good to win?" he asks playfully. You nod and blush heavily at the position you're in. You two look down at each other's lips before pressing them against each other. You laid on the floor, Carl still pinning you down, and made out. He finally pulls away, out of breath, and sits back up, allowing you to sit back up too. You can tell he looks a bit worried at his actions, afraid he overstepped a bit. But you lean over and give him a reassuring peck on the cheek. He smiles at you and the worry clears. 

Carl yawns and his face begins to look very tired. "Are you ready for bed?" you ask. He nods, seemingly embarrassed at how sleepy he is. So you two head to the bathroom to brush your teeth and then head back into his room, closing the door behind you. You blush, realizing you have to change into your pyjamas now, but Carl notices your discomfort. 

"I'm a gentleman (y/n), I'll turn around while you change." he says as he turns to his dresser. You giggle and roll your eyes. It wasn't that it made you uncomfortable necessarily, you just were nervous at what he'd think of your body. Your figure, your size, your scars and marks and freckles. But regardless you change into a large t-shirt and comfy shorts and turn to look at Carl. You see his toned back flex as he tosses his dirty flannel into his laundry basket. He stretches, seemingly a bit sore, and then reaches for the pyjama pants on top of his dresser. You come to realize, he's only in his underwear and your face heats up immediately. Carl bends over to slide them on and they come up, but sit on his hips loosely. You abruptly snap out of it at the sound of his voice. 

"Can I turn around now?" he asks. 

"Uh, yeah...you're good." you say sheepishly. He turns around and shows you his bare chest. You notice his pyjama pants are slightly too big around the waist, so the band of his underwear peaks overtop, teasing you a little bit. He notices you staring and smirks.

"Everything ok?" You jerk out of your trance and meet his eyes.

"Yep. All good. You just look...uh really handsome." He chuckles and blushes.