Carl Grimes Imagines ➹ Smut&Fluff

Misunderstanding (Fluff)

You slam your fist on the picnic table, creating the bowls to jump up. "What the hell is wrong with you, Carl? I was worried sick, and I catch you with some SLUT! Was it worth it? Huh?" you ask with tears building up in your eye sockets.

Carl went missing for a couple hours, and you decided to go look for him. You found him, but not how you wanted to.

"(Y/N), I swear I didn't mean it. She... she did it. She told me I looked... I don't even... she just took me under control. Hypno-" he stuttered.

"Don't give me that bullshit! You like her! You always have ever since her family came to our group! She's beautiful, has perfect hair, perfect curves, everything I can't fucking provide, right?"

He stood there with red eyes. You, with red cheeks.

Carl stood away from you, about five feet, in the tall grass. He knew you were angry, and he didn't want to come any closer. You shift to the other foot, "I can't believe you. You told me you loved me... and I was your everything. Then you hook up with some whore? Fuck you."

He stands speechless with tears streaming down his face. His expression changes from heart broken, to furious, "Don't accuse of something I didn't do! She forced herself onto me, I swear! I would never," he drifts off.

You see his gaze turn to behind you. You didn't want to look.

Walkers. About four of them lunging towards you.

"(Y/N), get behind me!" he demands you.

You scoff, and stab one in the right eye with your knife, "I don't need you."

His eyes widen, but he continues to stab a walker in the top of the head with a knife from his boot.

The last two lunge at you and push you down. You fatally shoot one, and Carl pulls the other off of you.

You kick at the dirt to back up, and you watch Carl brutally stab the walker in the face.

He sits on the walker, blood splattered across his face. He wipes it with his shirt, and lays on the dirt. You close your eyes and listen to him breathe heavily.

He looks over at you with an anxious expression plastered on his face, "Are you okay?"

You hesitate for a moment, then crawl to him and lay next to him, "Yeah. I'm okay, and you?"

He shrugs and sighs. "I'd be okay if you believed me. I'd be fucking perfect."

He closes his eyes and chuckles. You trace circles on his chest, and scoot up to give him a peck on the cheek. "It's fine Carl. I love you a lot, and I believe you. I don't think you'd do that to me," he wraps his arms around you.

You lay your head on his chest, and as if it was an instinct, he kisses it gently. "You're the best person I know (Y/N)."

You two lay together for the rest of the night in a tent with the glowing of the fire shining on your faces. With constant 'I-love-you-more' fights and random kisses. You fall asleep in his shirt, while laying on his bare chest. And he runs his fingers through your hair, admiring your beauty, and occasionally whispering, "I love you..."

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Hi there everyone reading! It's like 11:00 at night and I should be sleeping, but I made this thing. Hopefully it doesn't suck. I'm posting it anyway. Vote, reading list, share, comment. You know what to do.

(Sorry for it being so short and for any mistakes.)