Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Sneaky Stargazers (Sensual Smut)

I'm very proud of this

The night was quieter than I thought it'd be. My legs weaken and I drop to my knees after two minutes of wiggling through a window a bit too small for me. The grass made it softer, but it was still a rough landing. A warm spot forms on my upper back, I snap my head around and place my fingertips on my gun. It was only Carl.

He smirks, "I don't think I've ever told you that you look ravishing when you're sneaking around. I'll take this opportunity to do so."

A smile slowly creeps onto my blushing face, even if I try really hard to look annoyed. He smiles back, knowing well what I was doing. I straighten myself up and brush off my knees, he watches as if I'm a comedy act. He lifts his eyebrow, I nod. Time to go.

He runs up to the wall and reaches up to the first step.

His butt looks cute when he climbs.

Okay, I'll stop, my head is officially in the game.

I follow behind, glancing back at Alexandria. I've done this so many times, but each time I leave, I feel terrible. What if I don't come back? People will never know where I am or where I went. However, on the bright side, I think that's what motivates me the most to come back.

Another rough fall, but my legs are already numb because of the frigid temperatures. I'd probably be in some pain if it weren't for the winter weather. Thanks Jack Frost.

Carl puts his hand on the small of my back and attempts to make eye contact. I can barely see him, but the starlight shines on some distinct features I can easily point out.

And I can always see those eyes.

Or eye.

It's more than the sky trapped in an eye. It's like an orb of turquoise oceans and mighty glaciers surrounding a black emotionless abyss. However, the oceans, oh how emotional they are.

"Hey."

My eyes drift from his eye to his lips.

"Hey."

He smiles and takes my hand.

"Let's go."

He starts off walking, then picks up the pace. Running to our spot, he occasionally looks back at me to make sure I didn't fall back. Not that I would anyway.

His feet abruptly stop him from moving. His head lurches forward, as if he didn't expect it. I stop running and step closer to him, gripping his waist with my cold hands. He tilts his head and his fingertips lightly brush my forearm. Goosebumps layer my body in waves. I stare at the back of Carl's head and don't dare say a word.

Growls erupt the silence, Carl pulls out a rusting carving fork he found a while back. So far, it's been pretty handy.

Leaves crumple to the right of us. A walker, who was once a small lady, clumsily shuffles through the branches that seem to be attempting to hold her back from us. Carl's eye widens as his arm reels back. As the space between it and us gets narrower, he winds back even farther until the time is right. Her head was about two feet away from him, and he took the opportunity.

Shuukk

The two thin, sharp blades push through its decaying skin. The blades penetrate the bones after one more tough push, and the walker's jaw ceases to grind and chomp. Carl's jaw relaxes when he looks at me. He winces as he heaves the carving fork from the walker's skull. Once back safely in his belt buckle, he turns to me. A small smile replaces his distressed expression.

My arms wrap around him, enveloping him into an embrace. His heartbeat is loud, and he's warm. My head digs deeper into his chest and his lips lightly kiss my head.