Carl Grimes Imagines (Smut)

It's just an eye

Rick walks down the stairs, the noise tearing your eyes from the book in front of you. "Still nothing?" You ask, folding the edge of the page down so you won't lose your spot in the book you've read 3 times already.

He shakes his head and flops down on the couch, his shoulder brushing your thighs. You hear him grumble and sigh, his patience wearing thin with the whole situation. Your hand rubs some dirt off of Rick's cheek, casting a smile down at him.

It wasn't Carl's fault and you knew that, Rick did too. He didn't ask to get a chunk of his face blown off by Ron, it just happened. And since it happened, it meant everyone would have to deal with the fact that Carl now only has one eye.

It's been three days since the incident and Carl has yet to speak to anyone, including you. You knew Carl loved you and he knew you loved him, he just didn't know how you'd react when you saw him all bandaged up. He didn't want to scare you away, so instead he turned his back whenever you entered the room and ignored your small touches he would normally sink right into.

"Can you get everyone out of the house? Go somewhere for a few hours, do something other than crowd him. I'll be damned if I let my boyfriend dig his own grave." You say, standing up before pulling your hair from the messy bun so it falls down your hip in waves.

Rick nods and moves to stand up, giving you a look. "Are you sure he's going to even want to talk to you? He won't talk to anyone, or even look at you." Rick points out, shrugging his shoulders.

"He's gotta get used to it one way or another." You reply, giving Rick a quick hug before he starts piling everyone out of the house that is finally not surrounded by walkers.

You wait until everyone leaves before locking the front door and making your way up to the bedroom that your boyfriend was currently in. He turns his back to you before you even reach the door, his senses heightened since the accident.

"I don't want to see anyone." Carl grumbles to the wall, his hand clasping a pillow over the injured side of his face. You roll your eyes and walk closer to the bed, sitting next to him.

He curls further away, moving away from your hand that you press on his back. You continue your advances, rubbing his back in a calming manner to ease him into feeling comfortable once again.

"I'm your girlfriend, you're going to want to see me at some point or another." You sigh, moving your hand under the pillow to brush the back of his hair with your nails. His arm clenches on the pillow, afraid you'll pull it away.

You lean onto his hip, your hair falling behind your head. "I want to see you, you just won't want to see me." He says in almost a whisper, so soft that you almost don't catch it when the words falls from his mouth.

You roll your eyes once again and shift to hook a leg over his hip to straddle his side. Before he can overpower you, you push at his shoulders to have him lay on his back and tear the pillow out of his grasp, throwing it to the end of the room.

His hands scramble to cover his bandages, yelps coming from his throat. "Y/N, stop! You're going to freak out, just stop!" He struggles against your grasp, his eye clenching shut.

"Carl, stop fighting me!" You snap, watching his body slowly calm down. "I am not going to freak out, so just stop. I want to see my boyfriend, I miss him. You've pushed me away for three whole days, I miss you."

He opens his eye, looking at you. "You're not afraid?" He asks, his voice wavering. You shake your head, brushing a hand across his damp forehead. "Are you sure? I can put more bandages on if it's bothering you."

You raise your hand, silencing him. "Carl, you don't scare me. You're still my boyfriend, still the love of my life. Now, just stop fighting with me and let me cuddle with you." You say softly, sliding under the blanket next to him.