The Walking Dead Preferences/Imagines

Leave It Be (Carl Grimes)

I was sat in my room, in my cell actually. It was quiet. I was just sitting there bored. I was bored because no one was there to hangout with. No one was there because everyone was asleep. I wasn't though. I couldn't sleep.
I had one thing on my mind. That one thing was Carl Grimes, my boyfriend. He loved me, I knew he did. His father, on the other hand, hated my guts. If I wasn't still a 'child' he probably would have killed me right on the spot when he first met me. I don't know why he hated me so much. I didn't bother wasting my breath on him.
I heard someone at my door. I looked over at Carl and smiled. I stood up as he walked over to me. He took my face in his hands and pressed a sweet kiss to my lips. He pulled away and looked at me. I was trying to hide my true feelings, for his sake. I guess he saw through me.
"What's wrong?" He asked softly. We had to be quiet. We didn't want to wake anyone and get in trouble. He wasn't supposed to be in my cell, at all. Love went over all the rules.
"Nothing, I just ..." I didn't finish. I looked down. He grabbed my hands and swung them gently. "I just- It's your dad. He hates me."
"You're not serious." He said and chuckled softly. I looked up at him and his small smile vanished. "Wait, he hates you? He really hates you?"
I nodded sadly. It was hard for me to tell him, but he deserved to know. Right? He did. I knew he did. So did her. He had to know. I hadn't talked to Rick and I knew that he hadn't either.
"He doesn't hate you. My dad doesn't hate anybody." He said. He was denying it. I got that. I knew what it felt like to not want to believe something, especially about your parent. Your parent was like your God.
"But he does, Carl. He does hate me. You may not see it but he glares at me and he's always watching me. It's creepy and odd." I told him, looked at him again. He didn't look happy. He was certainly his father's son.
"He doesn't hate anyone, (Y/N)." He said and let go of my hands. He shook his head.
"Oh God, go ask him. Go ask him what he thinks of me." I say and point to the door.
"No. No, I don't have to. I know my dad. I know what kind of people he hates and how he likes. He doesn't hate you." He said. He looked confused. He looked worried too. I took his hands again but he pulled them away from me.
"Carl-"
I didn't get to finish. He pulled me close to him by wrapping his arms around my waist. He had his hands on my back. He was holding me close and tightly. He kissed me fiercely. It was hard and rough but there was still love in it.
"Oh Hell, shut up." He mumbled against my lip. I hummed in response. We both went down on my bed, me on top of him. He grabbed the back of my shirt, pulling at it. I grabbed his face and pulled him up so we didn't have to break the kiss.
I heard something ripping. I realized that it was my shirt when I felt a cool breeze hit my back. It sent goosebumps over my skin and shivers down my spine. I put a hand in his hair as he pulled my shirt down my arms. The buttons that went down the front of it popped off, one by one.
I pulled out of the kiss and looked at him. His hands traveled up my bare back, running over the back of my bra. He grabbed it, started to fiddle with it. He was having obvious trouble with pulling the hooks out of the holes. He finally gave up and pulled it off over my head.
He pinned me down, under him. He straddled me, hands traveling to the part of my body that was just exposed to him. He pressed his swollen lips to my again. He pulled my lips apart with his and forced his tongue in my mouth. I moaned.
I had never experienced this before, and it was amazing. My hand wen in his brunette locks. I pulled on them lightly, hearing hims grunt. I loved that sound. He was grunting overtime I tugged on his hair and I was moaning as our tongues danced. It was magical.
There was a loud bang. We jumped apart from each other. Carl threw the sheet at me, which I grabbed and covered my chest with. We looked at the door, seeing his father there.
"You, get back to your cell." He said, pointing a finger at Carl. He was angry. It was clear in his eyes. I had never seen this before. I had seen hatred but not anger. It was burning. I was sure rage. He turned to me and pointing his finger at me. "And you - I want you out of here."
"What? Dad, no." Carl said and stood up. He looked at his father, getting a stubbornly stern look on his face. I felt flattered that he was going up against his father for me. I could feel my heart pounding. I was scared for the outcome.
"No, that's my decision." Rick said, ready to grab his son and go. Carl took a step back, putting a hand on my bare back.
"I'm staying right here and so is she. If she goes, so do I." He said, standing up to his dad. I looked pat him, mouth agape. I couldn't believe it. "I love her and if you have a problem with that they oh well. Deal with it.