carl grimes imagine

what the hell?!

   After Negan's bombing at Alexandria, every last survivor is trying to help out. You've been seeing more and more new faces now that there are fewer people. You and Carl exchanged glances, and hellos, but never really talked to him because you were only 13 and never old enough to go on runs, plus you hung with a younger crowd. However most houses still needed repairs, so several groups and families shared the same home. You shared with Carl.

    One day you're making your bed, laying the flower embroider blanket on top of the coral colored sheet. You wondered what kind of person lived here, maybe an old couple the wife would make the bed while the husband cooked omelets. Your thoughts were cut off as someone snatched your shoulder, you immediately reached down to grab your knife. "Calm down y/n it's just me, Carl." You let out a deep sigh and dropped your knife and turned around. You were close. Really close. You could feel his warm steady breath trickle your forehead. You peeked up at his one gorgeous eye, his eyebrow raised. You were now aware of his large calloused hands grasping your waist. He pulled you close.

   You were confused, you were so young and never done anything like this at all. Has he? What was he expecting from you? Your thoughts burned as his warm wet lips embraced yours. It felt so good, but something felt wrong. His tongue now grazed the inside of your lip, his fingertips clutching your waist until it pinched. He got faster. He was rougher. As if he craved something. His head fell below your chin and buried his face inside your neck. You felt his nose graze down your chin as he ferociously kissed your neck. Was he craving you? Carl was now unbuttoning your flannel top as he held your bottom lip in his teeth. What was he doing? Why? You gently pulled his hands away and you stepped back. Carl, what are you doing? "What I've been wanting to do for a long time" he responded.
  
    That wasn't quite a good enough answer, but it could wait. He couldn't stop. You couldn't stop. His lips were now on your chest. He was pushing you back. The back of your knees hit the bed and you fell back. Carl right on top of you. His warm hands grasped the small of your back under your tank top. He tried to lift it. He couldn't take it off because your flannel was still on. Carl above you each knee on a side of you. He ripped the flannel off your arm and went straight to the tank top. His hands gliding against your side, your hands raised to release the shirt. He looked down at you his hat fell to your side and dived down to consume you.

    You heard footsteps. Heavy footsteps. Your brother's footsteps. You then remembered that you guys never closed the door. You tried to pull Carl of but he was to caught up in his intimacy. The footsteps stopped. "What the hell are you doing with my baby sister!?!" Your brother exclaimed, the whole Alexandria probably heard. Carl turned around, frantically putting on his hat.

This is my first story there will be a part two. If you like it please leave a comment and follow. BTW I can make you an imagine story with any character or person.