Carl Grimes Imagines

Haircuts

Hi again! I wrote this while getting a haircut, the hairdresser stared at me oddly lol. As a warning this imagine gets a little heated...so yeah. Enjoy!
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"Hold still", you grunted angrily while Carl squirmed in the chair he had been forced into.

After an intervention with the group he begrudgingly attended, everyone including Rick decided Carl's shaggy locks should be no more. It was time for a haircut by yours truly, Y/N.

Carl continued to pout as you snatched his beloved sheriff's hat off of the sad boy's head before picking up a dark comb that had been stuffed into your belt.

Rick and the rest of the group had eagerly awaited behind you, anticipating this small occasion that had seemed to be life changing for everyone.

You rolled your eyes at them before giggling to yourself, looking at the pouting boy sitting in the wooden chair at his house in Alexandria.

You then faced a body mirror in front of his slumped position before standing behind him, and combing out his soft locks.

Your hands brushed against your boyfriends neck, sending shivers down your spine, yet you continued while trying hard not to blush.

Normally you wouldn't be this embarrassed by merely touching Carl, but with his father and the rest of the group intently watching, it became slightly awkward.

As you continued to brush through the think soft locks, Carl whined softly to you as you sighed, you couldn't stand it when he was like this.

"Don't worry, I'll make it up to you", you whispered into his ear with a slight wink before pulling a rather shiny pair of scissors from your worn black belt.

You slowly started to trim down Carl's hair, watching the pieces fall to the ground as the group had continued laughing and talking like they had been previous to this - Rick had decided that all of you could use a day off considering all the shit that had been happening with the saviours recently.

"Negan won't even recognize you", you had heard Daryl say smugly before Carl rolled his eye and held back a smile.

"Hey pipe down Dixon or else I'll shave your head next", you yelled to the southern man behind you who had went completely white while you silently snickered.

After a couple more snips of hair, you had finally decided that Carl's hair was back to a normal length, but by this time everyone had left the room, leaving only you and Carl.

"Ugh", you heard your boyfriend groan while standing up and closely looking at his slightly shorter hair.

You laughed at the blue eyed boy before resting your head on his shoulder and kissing his neck.

"Hey at least I can finally rest my head on your shoulder", you had teased lightly before Carl turned around and wrapped his lithe arms around your waist.

As he turned around though, he had managed to cause you to blush deeply as you took in his full jawline on display.

A smug smirk then landed on your boyfriends face before he looked down at you and wrapped his arms around you tighter, if possible.

"Hm actually I might just like this new haircut thing if it can make my girl blush this hard", he said while chuckling softly into your neck.

You had returned the favour, and shut you E/C eyes while snuggling your face into his neck.

While you had expected this to be a slow soft moment, your boyfriend had had other ideas.

He roughly began biting at your neck, surely leaving a mark before he had pinned you to a wall abruptly.

"You had said you owed me", Carl had then said, eyes full of lust before planting a rough, passionate kiss on your lips, leaving you shocked and wide eyed. 'How did a haircut turn into this'?

You had kissed back quickly, which had lead to other things. Carl began to peel of your shirt and then his own before you wrapped your legs around Carl's sturdy waist.

Soft groans left your lips as a commanding smirk formed on Carl's yet again.

He then started to carry you to the beige couch, it being the closest thing to the both of you.

He had placed you on the soft material before climbing on top of you and he fumbled with your bra, which left him wanting more.

Another groan left your lips, as you had decided to play hard-to-get.

"I think I've payed you back in full", you had said in a hushed tone before playfully tossing him off of you which only caused him to be back even faster.

"Well then I guess I owe you now", he had said with his eyes glowing brightly before undoing his belt slowly.

With the two of you caught up with one another, you hadn't noticed the stuttering figure behind the two of you - shit.

Carl almost immediately climbed off of you while you had grabbed a soft blanket off of the couch, covering your front.

An awkward silence ensued until Rick sighed slightly attempting to hide his chuckles.

"Dear God, I really shouldn't have encouraged that haircut", he said before glancing at his flushing son and beginning to walk up the stairs.

"Oh and Y/N", he said turning around while you hid behind Carl's figure. "No more haircuts".