Vacant || Carl Grimes (Chandler Riggs)/TWD [ON HOLD]

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+ Christina's POV +

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I wake up and turn, pressing noses with Carl's. I giggle and open my eyes, seeing his bright blue eyes gazing back at me with something alike of adoration in his eye.

I smile and tuck my face in his neck, pressing my nose father in to tickle him- which only causes him to growl.

His hand reaches my jaw as he gently- yet sternly- moves my face to his view. He leans down and licks my bottom lip, and kissing it afterwards. I blush and move my face forward, kissing him back.

He breaks the kiss and moves, so he's hovering me.

"You wanna play dominance? Let's play." He mutters, a small smirk on his face.

He presses my wrists against the mattress, above my head, with his left hand, while his other wanders down my ribcage.

He presses his lips to mine, forcing my mouth open and slipping his tongue in. I giggle and smile into the kiss, making him growl.

His fingers reach my scars once again, and his lips detach from mine. I panic and move my head up, in a desperate attempt at keeping him shut but he interrupts me.

"Nuh-uh. What are these?" He mumbles, moving back a bit and tugging my shirt up to my ribs.

His eyes widen, looking at all of my horizontal scars. He glances up at me and I move my faze away, shamefully trying to avoid this topic.

"Hey, Christina," Carl mumbles, taking my hands and pulling me up so I'm straddling him.

"What are these from?" He asks me and I mentally shoot him for asking such an obvious question.

"You know what they're from." I mutter, looking down.

"I want you to say it. What. Are. They. From." He says sternly, staring into my eyes with such intensity.

"I.. I self harm.." I whisper, keeping my head low.

He lets out a strangled sigh and tilts my head up with his comfortingly calloused hands.

"When was the last time you did it?"

"Before I came here." I respond.

"You need to promise me you'll stop." Carl says, his eyebrows furrowed in a manner.

Before I can oblige or object- we get interrupted by Rick.

Uh-oh...

"Carl, may I speak to Christina in public?" Rick asks.

"Hell no." Carl growls, wrapping his arm around my waist.

"Carl," I say, in a warning tone. He grumbles profanities under his breathe before hugging me- his cheek pressed against my collarbone- and then he leaves me.

He walks out of the cell- to somewhere unknown. Rick sighs and walks further into the cell.

"May I?" He asks, gesturing to the bed. I nod, and he settles himself at the foot of the mattress.

"I want to apologize. I don't exactly remember what I did last night but it must have been terrible. I drink when I am worried- and drinking sometimes leads to my anger. I am deeply sorry for hurting you and Carl in any sort of way. I also heard that I told you to leave and threatened you. Again I am very very sorry for that- I wasn't in my right mind. You are more than welcomed to stay here for as long as you want to- we all love you." He turns to a whisper, "Carl a little more than the rest of us," he returns to his natural voice, "I hope you can accept my apology." He finishes, making me smile a bit.

"I accept." I nod, making him let out a big breathe of relief.

"Oh, and you and Carl are good together. Cute- or whatever." Rick mumbles awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck.

I blush and nod, too embarrassed to speak.

He leaves afterwards, probably walking out to his garden. Gosh he reminds me of a butt hurt house wife.

I stand up, and walk to the bag of clothes Carl sneaked me. He's so sweet. I love how he knew I wouldn't want any from the mall- so instead he snuck them behind my back.

I open the bag and pull out some clothes, before changing into them.

I lace up my black combat boots, and slip my pocket knife in my left boot.

I stand back up and walk out of the cell, and out of the cell block. I spot Carol and jog over.

"Carol! Have you seen Carl?" I ask.

"He's in the watch tower- guarding." She smiles, making me smile in return.

"Thanks so much."

I bite my lip and begin to jog into the field, the quickest way to the watch tower. I begin to think and fantasize about Carl's lips attached to mine while he makes love to me- in an actual bed with actual blankets and pillows.

I snap out of my thoughts when I near the entrance to the tower ladder. I begin to climb it, and I open the hatch to the door above my head. I slip my body through, and close it quietly afterwards.

My eyes search for Carl, and I spot him seated a few feet in front of me, sitting in a chair- which has no arm rests- with his back facing me.

I stand to my feet and sneakily creep towards him, and soon my small hands wrap around his head and cover his eyes, making him inhale sharply- as if unexpected and shocked.

I giggle softly and stroll around him, moving my left hand to cover both of his eyes while my right hand gently picks up the shot gun from Carl's lap. He lets me take it, and I place it vertically against the wall beside us.

His hands flee from his lap, as if he understands my thoughts, and I lightly set myself on him, making him bite his lip, and myself to blush.

I release my hands from his face and his eyes immediately spring open, staring at me with love filled eyes. I smile and lightly peck his lips, making him growl and attach his right arm to the small of my back, and using his left hand to cup the back of my neck- pulling me in for a deep and passionate kiss.

I giggle and pull away.

"Hey, Carl."

"Hey beautiful." He smiles softly, as if distracted but the emotions somehow still affect him.

"God your perfect," he whispers, searching my face with his eyes and using his left hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"You're lucky there aren't any boys here to try and hit on you, my worst threat is Daryl." Carl says, almost strained- like he didn't like what he was saying.

"Ew, he's old." I comment, causing him to laugh, "But you're perfect." I copy, kissing his nose before developing myself in a warm and loving kiss with Carl.

I lean down, laying on his chest and letting my head fall as well. He holds me and keeps watch, his walkie-talkie beside him, along with his gun.

I slowly start to doze off, and I remember feeling Carl's lips on my head before the darkness consumed me completely.