A Spark (A Carl Grimes Fanfiction)

Carl's Dream: Paradise

Carl's P.O.V
Once we get back on the ground on the opposite side of the walls, we run. We don't stop moving for at least a good three hours.

"Carl, the sun is up. We need to find shelter and catch some sleep."

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"Well, so much for one of us sleeping on the couch."

"That's fine, we can share the bed."

I lay down pretty close to him. We're only a few inches apart.

"So, dd you really watch over me the entire time I was in a coma?"

"I never took my eyes off of you."

I lean my head over, slightly propping my head against his shoulder.

"Carl?"

"Yeah?"

"It's okay. You can lay your head on my shoulder."

I let out a mix between a little laugh and a sigh of relief.

Eliminating those few inches between us, I situate myself in a position so I can lay my head on his chest and drape my arm over his stomach.

"Goodnight, Carl."

"Goodnight, Luke."

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"Hey, it's time to get up. The search parties might catch up if we don't start moving," he says waking me up.

"You're so comfortable, do we have too?" I ask.

He lets out a soft laugh.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so."

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"Carl, wake up," he says putting his arms around me.

"Please, just let me continue laying on you. I'm not ready to travel just yet. Besides, you make for a great pillow," I say.

"You have no idea how much I wish we could just lay right here."

I take a deep breath.

"Carl, your bandages are starting to unravel. We need to try to find more."

"What if I left it uncovered? I've been debating on that."

"Do it, there's nothing to be ashamed of. If you want to leave it uncovered, then you should."

"Luke, do you still like me the way you did when we first met? When we were sitting on my bed; how we both very vaguely and innocently hinted that we felt something for each other."

Luke and I are facing now. We've both stopped what we were doing to look at each other. He walks closer to me. Now, our faces are only a foot apart. He slowly unravels the gauze. My body tenses, I almost stop him from taking it off. But I don't. He finishes unraveling it and lets it fall to the ground. He takes a moment to study my face and I do the same to his.

"I've never felt feelings this strong before; this is new to me. The way I feel about you is insane. Carl, I have never liked you more than I do right now, in this moment."

He looks at me for a couple of seconds, letting everything sink in. What he does next surprises me, but the good kind of surprise.

He leans in and kisses me, pressing his lips hard against mine. My breath catches in my throat. His lips are warm and inviting. After I realize what's happening, I kiss him back.

The kiss is long and passionate. And I loved it. It wasn't some kind of in-the-moment kiss. It meant something. It was real.

We pull apart and his eyes find mine, then I speak.

"Luke, I'm new at this too."

He smiles at me.

"That's okay, we'll figure this out together."

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"Is it home?" I ask.

"I think it is," he smiles.

"We don't have to run anymore. Luke, we can make a home here!" I say excitedly.

"Welcome newbies, my name is Jim. Is it just the two of you?"

"It is. We were hoping to find a home here, be safe here," I explain.

"Then you came to the right place. Follow me and I'll assign you a house."

We got a one story house all to ourselves, they even have water and electricity.

After Jim left, Luke took my hand and spoke.

"This is it. This is home. I love you, Carl."

I smile back at him, "I knew we could make it. I knew we could survive this. I love you too, so much."

We lean in to kiss...

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I wake up in a cold sweat. Panting heavily, the room seems to be spinning. The neck of my shirt is soaked in sweat, along with my hair and pillow.

I shouldn't have dreamed about him. I've been doing so good. I've been blocking him out, not thinking about him. Blocking all of the memories of him out was working. I wasn't dreaming about him anymore.

Maybe being here and talking about Negan, hearing my dad say his name... Maybe it's too much.

He's dead. Negan killed him. Nothing will change that.

He's dead and he doesn't matter anymore. I shouldn't be dreaming about him. I shouldn't dwell on the past, nothing good ever comes from it.

A.N.
This chapter was so much fun to write. It was cool reminiscing from a chapter in Struggles In The Dark. I really miss the Luke and Carl interactions tbh..

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