carl x reader one shots

cold hands | carl grimes x reader fanfic

On this horrible Wednesday afternoon in the middle of winter, I've been summoned for a supply run in the middle of nowhere by Rick, Michonne, and Carl. I'm biting on the inside of my cheek hard, trying to imagine that I'm anywhere but here.

This trip wouldn't be nearly as bad if it wasn't so goddamn cold, and if Carl wasn't here. It's nothing personal, except that every situation I'm in with the kid it immediately becomes awkward. We've just never talked, he always gives me dirty looks, and I know nothing about him. And of course the adults stick me in the backseat with him, because obviously all teenagers get along.

God it's so fucking cold, I try and sink into my seat enough to warm me up. The car ride has to be over soon, we've been driving for... I check my watch, only half an hour? Fuck my life.

"Take my jacket." Carl mumbles, interrupting my train of thought. He holds out his jacket to me with a stern look.

"No, I couldn't accept that." I reply quickly, flicking my eyes to him in a dash.

"Just take the jacket, I can hear your teeth chattering." He quips back with an annoyed sigh.

"You'll be cold though." I say after a moment of staring back at him blinking.

Carl sticks out his arm further, and now the jacket is about to fall in my lap. "If I were cold, I wouldn't be giving you my jacket. You need it."

I glance to his outstretched hand, then back to the boy. "I'd feel bad," I mumble out, chewing on the inside of my cheek.

"You'd feel worse with hypothermia, take it." He argues with the same stern face he'd always worn. "No I wouldn't." I reply stubbornly, I really was cold. I just couldn't take a hand out from him.

"Bullshit." He huffs out annoyed "you've been shivering all day and your cheeks are all flushed. You're cold."

"Well no shit, I'm cold. Everyone's cold, it's the middle of December."

"Well you're colder than others. And stubborn," he adds rolling his eyes with a sly smile curling at his lip

I ignore his little comment and debate on taking the jacket. "I'd just hate to take something from you." I admit honestly, meeting his piercing blue eyes

"You wouldn't be taking, I'd be giving. Would you just, please take it." He says with a sincere look to his face. It lightens up as he talks more, it seems real.

I sigh and take the jacket, mumbling as I put it on "why'd you have to be so nice..." I huff out, furrowing my eyebrows. He watches me as I pull on the jacket, a slight smile playing on his face. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a million times better with his stupid fucking jacket.

"I'm just doing what's right, y/n." He nods politely and turns back to his side in the backseat.

"How gentlemanly of you," I chuckle out burrowing myself into the jacket.  I look to carl for a reaction, but see he's gone back to his non verbal cold look. I pay him no mind and just try and get through this long drive to who knows where. I shove my hands in the pockets, feeling my fingers go numb.

"Fits good on you, by the way." He adds randomly, looking back to me.

I meet my eyes with him for a moment in silence "yeah, you're not much bigger than me." I add quietly. He nods and looks at me inquisitively. "Are, your hands cold?" Carl asks glancing to my hands.

"Oh, yeah. Kinda." I nod swallowing. "Why?"

"Typical. Of course they are, give me your hands." He states simply holding his hands out to me. He shifts his weight, coming closer to me. I look down to his hands, then to his face curiously. "What, why?" I ask with a tiny scoff.