Chandler Riggs/Carl Grimes Imagines (REQUESTS OPEN)

Cookies (Imagine 7, Chandler)

(Y/N) P.O.V.
It was a Sunday afternoon and you were at Chandler's house. He had been busy filming for a while so you spent as much time together as possible. You were cuddling on the couch and watching reruns of the Walking Dead. "Hey (Y/N)?" Chandler whispered.

"Hm?" You hummed in response.

"I'm bored," he complained. He looked really cute with that childish face he put on.

"Well what do you want to do?" You asked giggling.

"Hm... I have an idea..." he carried on. He had a small smirk on his face. Oh great, you thought to yourself.

"What?"

"Let's make some cookies," he suggested, already getting up from the couch. You didn't argue because you were also kind of bored. And, cookies sounded amazing.

By the time you reached the kitchen, he had most of the ingredients laid out. You walked over to the cupboard and grabbed a large bowl. You'd been to Chandler's house plenty of times so you knew it like the back of your hand.

You now had the ingredients organized and you started baking. Chandler was in charge of mixing the wet ingredients while you had the dry ones.

You were minding your own business when a large crack erupted through your ear drums. A cold liquid ran down the side of your face. You looked back at Chandler to see him holding a demolished eggshell in his hand, laughing like a maniac.

"You have just committed an act of war, Riggs!" you yelled reaching over the counter to grab the carton of eggs. He tried to grab them but he wasn't quick enough. Grabbing an egg, you chased him around the kitchen trying to get your revenge. You were running around like a couple of puppies play-fighting.

Eventually you caught up and grabbed him by the shirt collar. You pulled him in and pretended to kiss him. Just when he closed his eyes, you smashed the egg on his head. He backed away, mouth agape, and egg yolk running down his face. You doubled over, laughing harder than you ever had. "I can't believe you fell for that!" You said once you calmed down a little. "We're even now."

"I don't think so," Chandler mumbled as he dumped the flour on your head. By now you were both in a full-on food fight. You both ducked behind counters as you chucked various food items across the kitchen.

"CHANDLER CARLTON RIGGS!!!" A voice boomed through the house. You looked up to see Chandler's mom, back from work earlier than you expected. You and Chandler looked at each other, wide-eyed. The look on his face said, we are so dead. "YOU TWO CLEAN UP THIS MESS THIS INSTANT!" She demanded as she stormed out of the kitchen. You now realized how much of a mess you had made. The flour on the floor made it look like Alaska in wintertime. Egg yolks dripped from the cupboards and countertops. You walked to the closet, head hanging down, to grab a mop.

-10 minutes later-

You were mopping the floor while Chandler was on the other side of the kitchen wiping the counters. You looked over at him and laughed to yourself. He looked back and laughed with you. Although you got your asses in huge trouble, it was still pretty funny. His mom cleared her throat from the doorway and you both immediately got back to work, a smile on both of your faces.