Random X male reader

Carl X male reader

It was awkward, really awkward. You two couldn't even look at each other anymore. Carl kept tying to reassure himself that it was just a mistake, a misunderstanding. But he knew, oh he knew.

He was in love.

It started when they found you, covered in blood and walker guts. You were injured and badly dehydrated. Your (H/C) hair was matted and darkened with oil. Your eyes however, caught Carl's attention. They were (E/C), nothing special, but they held so much. Anguish, pain, and misery. It hit him like a bus with seemingly enough force to make him stumble back.

And of course he was assigned to guard you whilst you were recovering. He watched as your hair grew lighter, your wounds healing, and your eyes getting brighter and brighter with each conversation between the two. He watched as you ate, and ate with you. He watched as you slept, and was there when you would wake and tell him of your dreams. Good or bad.

He was there on the sleepless nights when the energy if the prison was intoxicating, and you had to get fresh air.

He was there. He was always there.

And you were there too. You were there when he would wake up in tears. It wasn't very often, but the night terrors were horrible. You were there when he needed a shoulder to lean on, a person to be there when nobody else could.

It was awkward, and stupid. Both awkward and stupid and you were both there when you shared that awkward and stupid first kiss. It was an accident. Mostly, an accident? He doesn't even know anymore. He was completely lost.

Was it your (H/C) hair? Was it your nothing-special-but-everything-to-him eyes? Maybe it was just the way you walked, you talked. The sound of your voice when you laughed.

Maybe it was just everything. Yeah, it was everything.

It was the fact that; Carl knew that you collected little nick-knacks. A dark blue button, an old bracelet. A red pen with a matching notebook that you wrote in almost every night. How they would steal each other's clothes sometimes, and be embarrassed when anyone pointed it out.

He could still feel your lips on his. soft and warm, even though the boy behind them seemed anything but to anyone other than Carl.

That was two nights ago. Two full nights without you at each other's side. It was awful and painful for the whole group. They saw the chemistry between the two, and they felt the tension in the air whenever they passed each other in the hall, or a passing hello in the cafeteria. It was especially both awkward and stupid when it came to sleeping. You shared a cell, and sometimes a bed. Your friendship had reached a point where there were no boundaries... Until now.

"You can't just keep avoiding him forever. You're going to have to confront him eventually." Michonne said to Carl, who was currently flipping through an old magazine.

"And why not?" Carl said, exasperated.

"Because, it's been made very obvious to me that both of you are miserable. To put it frankly, it's pissing me off." She said flatly. Walking over to where he was sitting, she flicked his hat and patted his shoulder reassuringly.

"(Y/N)'s in the cafeteria right now, go talk to him." She said and walked off, leaving Carl alone to contemplate. Making either the best decision, or the worst, he got up and walked into the cafeteria.

As promised, you were sitting at a table with a spoon in your hand. Around you was Beth, Glenn, and Maggie. You were smiling, and suddenly Carl felt very small. He shuffled forward, little by little, until the table went silent and you were just staring at each other. No talking, just staring and shifting uncomfortably. Finally, you turned your head away and looked to Glenn, who just smiled and nodded.

Sighing, you stood up and turned to Carl. You were almost eye to eye, but Carl was slightly shorter and therefore cuter in your eyes. You blinked. Once, twice, and put a hand on Carl's cheek. You smiled at him and leaned in, connecting your lips to his. There were no fireworks, and there was no magic spark. In those moments, in that chaste and sweet kiss, there was only perfection. perfect perfection.

Your lips were just as soft, and just as warm as Carl remembered. As he could've ever imagined. Your hand on his face was rough and hardened, but gentile all the same. It ended all too quickly as you pulled away and opened your eyes once more.

You were calm, which was unusual in itself, but Carl was acting even more strange. His whole face was bright red and he was blushing furiously. You just smiled and chuckled.

"You're adorable, you know that?" You said. He just shifted and looked down.

"Shut up."