walsh ❈ carl grimes gay

nine.

"Carl, are you excited to go back to Alexandria?"
I ask, lying my head on his chest.
"To go home?"

"I guess."
He mumbles.

"You don't like it there?"

"It's whatever."
He says.
"It's not like it's a kingdom or anything."

I nod.
"I'm having a hard time fitting it."

"Because you're not one of us."

"I'm an outsider."
I purse my lips, flipping over to my stomach.
"I don't think anyone wants to be my friend because I'm with the bad guys."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's it."
He mutters.

Stretching, I begin to stand up before he grabs my arm and raises his eyebrows.

"Do you wanna go at it?"

I shake my head.
"No, thank you."

He huffs, rolling his eyes.
"Whatever."

"Sorry, I just don't want to."
I frown.
"And I don't feel like taking all my clothes off."

"All I need is for you jeans to be at your knees."

"We could go hang out with the rest of the group instead."

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
"I'm just gonna stay here."

"Carl."
I whine.
"Seriously?"

"I don't like them."

"Why not?"

"They are people."
He replies.

"I don't wanna go by myself."

"Go with your dad."

"Go with your dad."
I sass.

He props himself up with elbows and squints his eyes.
"Give me a kiss and go away."

"Okay."

Without hesitation, I climb over the bed and gently go for it. I still had no clue what I was doing, but I figured I would get better with time.

"Are you sure you don't want to go out there with me?"
I whisper.
"Please don't stay in here, pretty please."

"You're such an annoying brat."

"I'm not a brat."

"I'm tired right now."

Nodding, I bite my cheek.
"Okay, Carl."

"I might make you feel really nice when you come back, though."
He murmurs, rolling over.
"But don't bother me until then."