Warnings: none rlly, a lil bit of angst, mostly fluff and bickering. Uhhh this is a shitpost. I’m just trying to begin writing on tumblr, I know this is terrible but I have no ideas…
PLEASE LEAVE REQUESTS, I CAN DO ANY CHARACTER WITH ANY SITUATION!!!
Carls been in bad shape recently. His gorgeous blue eyes, once full of life and happy are now dull and sad.
He keeps to himself and doesn’t talk to his dad or Michonne or even you. You feel like he’s slowly slipping away and you can’t do anything about it.
You’re worried about him.
You look out the window and see him at the gate, patrolling the perimeter. He has a rifle on his side and he’s staring out into the woods. Deciding to not leave him alone, you walk out and join by his side with a machete in your belt.
“What’re you doing?” He asks, not looking at you and keeping his eyes on the walkers. “Helping you.” You mumble as you grab ahold of his rifle, the metal warm against your skin where he’d been holding it. “What are you-“ before he can finish his sentence, you aim the rifle at a walker and shoot it.
His rifle’s your favorite, it’s got a silence scope.
“The gate is sturdy, we don’t have to kill ‘em all.” He grumbles, his voice low and full of aggravation.
He just scoffs and rolls his eyes. “What is going on with you?!” You growl, unable to take it anymore. “You’ve been a dick since you and Ron started fighting, and I get you two were friends but Jesus christ, Carl, you’re acting like you two got divorced.” You explain and he shrugs.
“He keeps saying things.” He babbles like a toddler, and you almost miss what he said. “Like?” You inquire, watching him tense under the question.
“I’m afraid, okay?! He— he keeps telling me that your gonna leave me now that I’m not the only boy, that you were only with me because you thought I was the last boy your age, that your gonna leave me for him!”
His face was blood red and he’s obviously pissed off as his chest heaves with every heavy breath he takes.
“You should know better, Carl.” You sigh as you aim his gun at another walker, ready to shoot until he takes his hand and puts it on the nozzle, pointing it to the floor.
“Talk to me, please.” He says sadly, and you can’t argue with the puppy eyes he’s giving you.
“I don’t know what you expect me to say, Carl. Why would you even think I’d leave you for him?” You ask, trying to keep you voice light despite how badly it hurts you to know he thinks that way.
“I’m not your only option anymore, Ron’s better than me, he’s got two eyes and-“ “don’t give me that eye shit, Carl, I love you because i choose to. I didn’t stop loving you when you lost your eye, and I didn’t start loving you when I realized you were the only boy.” You explain with a heavy sigh.
His eyes seemed to brighten, a small smile trying to appear on his lips as he looks up at you, “really?” He murmurs. “Really.” You smile, taking your hand and running it through his hair before snatching his hat off of his head.
“Who knows, maybe I love you for this badass hat,” you snicker as you place it onto your head, winking at him.
His face goes red but he brushes it off by rolling his eyes, “she wants me for my hat,” he hums sarcastically, shaking his head with a small smile.
“Whatever, nerd. But seriously, I’d choose you even if there were hundreds of other boys.” You say sincerely as you look up at him.
