The Walking Dead Imagines/ Preferences

Bad Habits/ Carl

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Btw guys there is a quick chapter that sums up the bad habits a while back in here and that's where they all are

"FUCK!" I yelled.
"HEY WATCH YOUR MOUTH!"

I could hear Carl stomping down the stairs to see what was going on. He saw me in the living room with Rick and I was holding my foot.

"What happened here?" Carl laughed. I was now massaging my toe.
"She hit her foot on the table."

"It hurts like a bitch." I said, earning a smack on the head from Rick before he said he has to go take care of "business."

"Hey y/n, my g word."
"Hey Carl my b word." He looked at me.
"My girlfriend." He grinned. I grinned too.
"My bitch." He started laughing.

"They Hate you cursing and it's super funny." He said. "It's not my fault!" We went into the kitchen to find food.

"I call dibs on the gummies." I heard him say.
"Like hell you do." I tackled him to the floor and attempt grabbing the box in his hands.

I'm just now noticing how long his arms were because I couldn't reach.
"What the fuck." I whined when I missed it again.

I looked down and paused, kissing him. While he was distracted I grabbed the box and ran upstairs.

"Bye motherfuckerrrr!" I yelled, flicking him off.
"You're totally going to die!" He yelled. I heard him come upstairs so I hid under his bed and carefully opened the box, and eating the food.

His feet passed the bed several times giving me shitty anxiety.
"Oh where are you y/n." He was now in front of the bed and I know he found me, I was fucking quiet too.

He suddenly dropped to the floor and met my eyes.
"THIS DICK!" He yelled at me and I ran getting tackled.
"MOTHER FUCKER DUDE!" I screamed as he grabbed the box and ran.

"Love you!" He yelled from downstairs.
"Fucking hate you!" I yelled back. I heard him laugh.
"That's not what you said last night bitch." I looked at him.

"Yes I did, YOU wanted to play blackjack and I said no I fucking hate you!" There was a pause.

"Whatever."