the walking dead || x reader one shots

cute thing - c.g. {♥︎}

WARNING: this chapter contains explicit sexual content and the consumption of alcohol! read at your own discretion!

request by:  @s_j_s123 

summary: (set in some AU where the Monroes are alive while Carl is about 20) || The 5th annual Monroe family Christmas party is underway in Alexandria, hosted by Deanna and Reg of course. After a few drinks and hundreds of presents later, you get terribly bored. Luckily a certain long-haired boy strikes up a conversation. You two decide to "go for a walk" and try to make a little fun for yourselves...

Your POV

You wince as the taste of eggnog spills down your throat. Even in the apocalypse, you can't appreciate eggnog. You watch as the citizens of Alexandria socialize around with everyone. Kids playing with their new toys and adults engrossed in the town gossip. You sigh, feeling like the night may never end, until you feel a sudden presence next to you. 

"Who hosts a party where the only thing with alcohol in it is eggnog..." he says to you, looking disappointedly down into his half empty glass. You give him a chuckle and sigh, relieved that you're finally getting some entertainment. 

"I know right? I can't get drunk off this..." you joke back to him, earning a smirk. 

"I'm Carl by the way. I don't think I've met you..." you look at him, confused. You had been introduced to him, a few times in fact. But, to be fair, you hadn't seen him in a few years, you didn't exactly recognize him either. Your family moved to Hilltop when the Saviours attacked, but after they died, you couldn't bear to stay, prompting you to move back fairly recently.

"Uh, Carl it's me, (y/n)." He pauses for a moment, scanning your features, before widening his eyes.

"Shit, my bad. Gosh you look...a lot different now. I-I'm so sorry." he says, continuing to look at your face, but more in amazement now. 

"Please, don't apologize. It's been a while." He chuckles at you. You notice his eye flicker a bit, seemingly snapping himself out of a trance. 

"Uh, how long has it been? Years right?"

"Yeah...I think according to your hair it's been about 3 years." you giggle. You couldn't help but mention his long hair that flowed down over an eye bandage. He chuckles at you, now fidgeting with his hair.

"Huh, yeah. It guess it's a lot longer now..." he trails off at the end of his sentence. You look to him, feeling a slightly awkward lull in the conversation. If only you had some better alcohol to loosen up your social anxiety a bit.

"You like whiskey?" he asks bluntly. Your eyes light up a bit at the mention. It wasn't your favourite, in fact you kind of hated the taste, but at least it wasn't eggnog...

You step into the Grimes' house, somewhere you hadn't been in so long. You recall having scavenging meetings here, the whole group crowded around the dining table, scouting out the best places to find resources. Carl leads you to the kitchen and opens a cabinet. He reaches in, shoving aside plates and glasses, and finally pulls out a bottle of golden brown whiskey. He smirks as he sets it down on the counter, along with 2 glasses. He turns and closes the cabinet, accidentally slamming it a bit. You jump at the noise and look at him, scared he'd alert anyone else in the house. He looks innocently at you, before clocking your expression. 

"Don't worry, my dad and Michonne have to help clean up after the party, and Judith's staying at a friend's house. We'll be alone for a while..." he says, his voice low and reassuring. You smile and nod at him before he begins pouring the whiskey out, filling each glass.