#carl twd

[cranberrysaucebath]

Caught In a Lip-lock

(Carl Grimes x fem!reader)

Requested by anon

CW: (carl is aged up, sneaking around, secret relationship, making out, slight dry humping, getting caught, mentioned boner, carl is practically in love with reader, rick is tired and knows the two are together but they dont know that)

Word count: 1.2k

The sound of neighboring crickets and tree frogs rang in your ears as you scaled up to the small roof overhang in front of the window of Carl's bedroom. It has been an ongoing thing. Sneaking into each other's rooms and homes. Whether through a window, or meeting at your backdoor, it was now an every night ritual to see one another before retiring for the night. Your and Carl's relationship was one of a secret, just until you guys were confident enough to tell the adults.

A terrifying thought really.

Telling Rick and Michonne?

It made your tummy fill with dread and your heart pound with fear. Rick was always very protective of Carl, as was MIchonne. Of course you would never– not in a million years– ever hurt Carl. It was the last thing you would ever do to him.

He made you so happy. The way that one baby blue would always lighten up when it landed on you. Or when he couldn’t even hide his ever growing grin that fought so hard to stand oh-so proudly across his lips.

His smile could brighten up a room. Carl could make the most frustrating and hard day feel like an afterthought when he was around. You couldn’t even fathom hurting him. Even as a joke, like a little shove or a punch in the shoulder. You loved him too much for the faux, playful aggression or teases. It made your heart pained to think of hurting him in any way.

With a small puff of air past your lips and into the night air, you clumsily, but carefully made your way to Carl’s window, trying to push it open. A little glared scowl made its way across your face as you realized it was locked.

With a hand slipping down to the knife connected to your belt, you slowly raised the blade up under the window pane where it met the window sill. Glancing around carefully, you pushed down on the knife’s walnut handle, grinning a little at the satisfying ‘pop’ it made as the lock gave up under the leverage of the blade.

Slowly you pushed the window up, giving a very sleepy and concerned Carl a soft smile. You could see the relief mask on his face as he realized it was just you. Your heart melted when you saw his sleepy expression and sleep mused hair that stuck in all directions.

His scarred eye was still a sight to get used to, but you never expressed it like that to him. You always assured him that his eye never made you like him less, and that you loved it as much as all his other scars that you’d take your time worshipping and tracing.

“What are you doin’ here this late..?” Carl’s voice was thick and raspy with the same sleep that you just pulled him out of.

Carefully stepping into his room from the now open window, you made your way to his messy bed, crawling into it and straddling his lap. “Wanted to see you. And I, personally, didn’t want to wait all damn night.”

Carl let out a soft puff, trying to act annoyed but his freckled cheeks that were flushing a soft pink, and the smile pulling at the corners of his lips said otherwise. Setting his hands on your hips, Carl gazed up at you with a loving look, eye dancing from feature to feature that he adored more than anything.

“That so? You’re really that impatient that you couldn’t wait until morning?" Carl hummed oh-so softly, thumbs rubbing small circles on your hips. There was clear amusement across his face.

With a small nod, you leaned down, capturing his lips with yours in a soft kiss. It started off with a few innocent pecks, your giggles getting shushed by Carl who had his own smile as your lips met his yet again. Swiping your tongue across his bottom lip, silently asking for access to his mouth, the teen complied, parting his lips for you and groaning quietly at the feel of your tongue meeting his.

Hips rocking, lips molding together in the perfect kiss, it was getting hot in his room. Hot and stuffy with the growing tension and arousal clouding the room with its hazy and suffocating presence. Carl’s head rushed with the thoughts and feel of you. It was intoxicating. It felt like he was on cloud 9. High on a euphoric rush that made his blood flood south and his cock harden in his pajama pants.

With a small moan, you pulled away, trailing kisses down his jaw and to his neck, leaving soft bites and kisses that got verbal response from him. The arousal burned hot between your hips, settling low in your tummy in a way that made you squirm in his lap. While the feel of his obvious arousal was pressing so intently to the soft inside of your thigh, you shifted so your clothed mound rested on him.

“Oh shit…” he drawled, eye closing, his pretty lashes fluttering and fanning under his eye, against his cheek.

His enjoyment was the most obvious and apparent thing in the world at the moment. The way his breath came out in short huffs, his hips jerking to get more of the dizzying friction. He wanted it all. The feel of your breasts flush against his chest made him tremble. The soft feel of your squishy flesh made him want to smother himself in them.

He wanted all of you.

All of you.

As you pulled away the brunet under you let out a whine in protest, eye opening and full of betrayal as you took your lips from his sensitive skin. A glare was heavy in his stare, but it softened as you pressed your lips against his in a soft, but shorter than he wanted, kiss. Carl tried to chase your lips as you pulled away, a small pout on his face as you rested your forehead against his in a gentle and comforting way that made him melt.

“...I swear…you’re such a damn tease.” Carl murmured, a playful lilt of annoyance on his tongue. But his eye full of love and adoration for you said otherwise, and gave away his mock disappointment.

The mood quickly shifted as his door flung open, Rick standing in the doorway, hand clutching his handgun as his blue eyes scanned for any sign of a threat. That worry and panic in his eyes quickly melted away as a look of annoyance and tiredness made its way to replace.

“...go home. We’ll talk ‘bout this in the morning…” Rick drawled, dragging his free hand down his face with a sigh, before meeting your panicked eyes, “‘m serious. Home. Now.”

“Yessir.” you nodded, giving Carl one last fleeting peck on the lips before climbing off of him and heading back for the window, before you got stopped by Rick’s second sigh.

“Jus’ use the front door.”

“Okay. Sorry, Mr. Grimes.” you panicked, making your way past him and hurrying down the stairs.

Rick glanced over at Carl, noticing the longing stare in his eye where you once were, “Get some sleep, Carl…”

Carl could only muster a small nod, quickly laying down, pulling the blanket over himself while trying to calm his pounding heart that felt so unrelenting. It scared him how much of an effect you gave him, but he also loved the thrill.

[saifaq]

ну, почти традишка. почти

[foxmovedout]

[qcherrie]

SHE - HERO,,

— c. grimes x reader !

SYNOPSIS. in which carl grimes sneaks out to visit his best friend and finally works up the courage to do something about his feelings.

WC. 1890

! standing alexandria au

! loser carl

! CITRUS SCALE - lime.

AT THE END of every day, regardless of how joyful it had been, Carl Grimes found himself alone.

For a while, he laid in bed, blinking his eye deliriously up at the ceiling, one hand absentmindedly curling around his bedsheets like a clutch. He waited for sleep to overcome his hot body, beads of sweat from a days worth of work sliding down his back and soaking the mattress underneath him. A clock ticked once, twice, three times in the corner of the room.

Carl’s face twisted into something resembling a scowl, rolling onto his left side and ripping his shirt off as if it had personally offended him.

Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. Thirty, and the noise of cicadas cooing in the near distance made it impossible to rest easily. Carl ran two shaky hands over his face, feeling the creases of disgruntlement on his fingertips, and sat upright to fuel the lamp on his nightstand. He shifted, sheets rustling as he crossed his legs at the ankle, his bare back resting heavily against the headboard behind him. Carl let out a huff of displeasure, head lolling backwards. His wound itched beneath the gauze around his head. The simple throb of it, the gush of unknown substance underneath the medical tape, sent a jolt of alarm through his body. Carl took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t let himself care when he knew he was too exhausted to do anything about it.

9:00 P.M. flashed before his eyes. Carl had dozed off, stirring amidst restless sleep. He had dreamt of something strange and unusual, but he couldn’t remember what exactly it was.

His sweat was cold now. It stuck his legs to the fitted blue sheet as he slid off the bed, sock’d feet touching irritatingly warm floors. His wound ached as it had before. Carl’s eye flickered to the clock on the wall and read 1:12 A.M. in a sleepy haze. From there, his body moved on its own accord.

Carl tied his boots and threw on one of Rick’s old shirts without thinking. He packed his bag, yawning, clouding his good eye with reflex tears. He stuffed snacks, a pack of cigarettes, a spare flannel, and two Invincible comics that Michonne had gifted him.

Carl’s hands worked diligently, fingers curling around the soft paper of the comic as he peered around his bedroom. The clock droned on, still ticking periodically, adding a dramatic flare to the moment as Carl’s gaze locked in on rubber wrapped in foil. A square object – no, the square object – of modern manhood. Protection in a pretty silver package. A Trojan brand condom.

The story behind it was stupid. In a rushed moment of adolescence, Carl had dug through Glenn’s stash, tossed it onto his nightstand, and never touched it again (though, he thought about it often. Very often). He peered upon it now, swallowing thickly, before tossing his arm towards it and shoving it into his pocket. He moved shamefully, as if there was someone there to judge him.

The walk to Y/N’s house was brief but tumultuous (not really, but it feels that way when you’re running on four hours of shitty sleep and a half can of beer from dinner). He didn’t knock when he arrived. Instead, he did the second-worst thing he could have done — he stood there dumbly, feet shuffling on the front porch.

After discussing it with himself in his head, Carl’s hand curled around the doorknob. He turned it and lightly pushed, moonshine spilling serenely into the preexisting calm of Y/N’s kitchen. The door barely shut behind him as his boots thumped heartily against her flooring, carrying him into the hallway just past the living room. He navigated the space as if he owned it. The only signifier that he was breaking-and-entering was the tinge of guilt sprawled between the creases of boredom running along his cheeks.

Carl swung Y/N’s door open with much more gusto than moments before.

Luckily for him, she sat perched on her bed, eyes wide awake and alert.

“Carl?” She spoke, amusement seeping into her stern tone.

“Hi.” He spoke dumbly.

Y/N rolled her eyes and rested back against her bed. “What are you doing here?” Carl stiffened and creeped further into the room. He silently shunned himself, internally questioning his every move.

“Need you to clean my eye.”

Y/N softened a fraction and pointed towards her bathroom. Carl blinked and stuttered before hauling his bag onto her bed and carrying himself into her bathroom. He felt slightly more tense than before. This wasn’t Y/N’s family bathroom, no – this was her personal space. This was a bathroom with a small bathtub and a toilet with a sink, cluttered with her personal belongings. The mirror had corny messages written in Sharpie — he recognized Enid’s handwriting and almost grinned — and polaroids of her and her girlfriends held onto it with gaff tape. It felt invasive for any man to be in there, let alone himself. He sighed as she followed him in, turning and resting his lower back against the sink countertop.

“It’s, like, super girly in here.” Carl commented, regretting the words as soon as they left his throat.

“Perfect place for you, then.” Y/N mused. Carl felt a pang of something sour in his heart before laughter bubbled out of his chest. “Hey! I’m very manly.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as she retracted an assortment of medical supplies from her cabinet. “In what sense?”

Carl stammered a response. He was sure she wasn’t listening.

She ignored the way his breath hitched as she removed his eyepatch, wincing at the angry red that lie underneath.

“Fuck…” She sounded somewhat disgusted. Carl’s heart dropped to his stomach like ice into a glass of water, bobbing way down for a second before settling icily on top.

“What?”

“Just… pus. Lots of it.”

Suddenly, Carl understood. She wasn’t disgusted with him, but rather, with the healing process of the wound. It all made sense, and the ice in the glass melted, a lukewarm sense of neutralization tucking his heart right back into his chest.

“Oh.” He said, half-relieved and half-worried. “Is pus okay?”

“It’s normal for a wound like this. Still gross though.”

“Mm.”

His good eye looked everywhere but her as she dabbed at his socket. Without warning, she pressed a cotton ball against the rim of it, the searing pain of hydrogen peroxide triggering his fight or flight.

“Shit, Y/N/N–”

“Chill.”

And then, he looked.

Suddenly, he felt the swell of her breasts brush against his clavicle. Her free hand rested on the edge of the countertop beside his hip, effectively caging him in. Her lips parted slightly as she worked, and the hair at the crown of her head flowed gently with the rush of the AC.

Carl hadn’t realized how beautiful she was until this moment, blue eyes peering into her [e.c] ones. He blinked as she placed a fresh pad over the wound, fastening it with tape before wrapping new gauze around it.

“Good job. You barely even flinched.”

Good job. Good job, she said.

The words went straight to Carl’s crotch. He sucked in a harsh breath and pushed his way out of the bathroom, adjusting his jeans with pink hued cheeks. He heard her scoff behind him and scolded himself for liking it.

“Ibroughtcomics.” He blurted, tossing them onto the bed before sitting on the edge of it, his hands (conveniently) settling on his lap to cover his… situation. Y/N shut off her bathroom light and walked lightly to sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “Sweet.”

She picked up a copy of Invincible and began reading, her eyes drifting over the pages with ease and comfort. Carl sucked in a breath as a strand of her hair fell serenely over her face.

It hit him all at once.

Y/N, sat on her own bed, reading a comic that Carl had brought to her. Here, in her own space, she had let him in. She had peered at the ugliest part of him, watched him humiliate himself with a pathetic hard-on, and still chose to sit and enjoy his hobbies with him.

Carl Grimes was fucking besotted.

Eventually, he had rolled onto his stomach, opening the second comic he’d brought and getting immersed in the story to distract from the clutter of his mind. Y/N’s soft, steady breathing beside him served as an anchor, helping him keep his heart rate at an acceptable pace.

“Ew,” Y/N whispered. Carl’s head turned to look at her. “What?” He asked comfortably.

“You didn’t tell me there was romance.”

“So? It’s just kissing.” Carl laughed at her.

“This is a superhero series. I’m not here to watch them eyefuck and make out.”

Carl blushed, but chuckled at her nonetheless. He shook his head as she shut her comic. “You’re not even gonna finish it?”

Y/N didn’t respond, settling beside him. She rested her cheek on her palm, elbow nestled into the pillow. Her legs curled towards Carl’s, her knee brushing the apex of his thigh teasingly. Carl swallowed before shutting his own comic and laying on his back, head turned towards her.

That alone was a brave thing for Carl Grimes to do.

“Are you crashing here?” She asked, her free hand resting over her hip. Fuck, she looked good like that.

“Can I?” Carl asked, cocking a brow.

“Sure.”

Carl nodded and folded his hands over his chest. His eye never left her face.

They stayed like that, staring at one another, for a solid few minutes. Carl’s fingers would occasionally twitch, as if aching to reach out to her, but refraining to do so.

He didn’t look away from her, gaze lowering to her lips, as the soft brushing of fabric echoed through the room. Carl’s breath hitched as Y/N rested a hand on the cusp of his chest and stomach. He could no longer control the beating of his heart. He let out the shakiest of breaths, lovesick oxygen flowing from his nose and intoxicating him like one of cupid’s arrows. Y/N laughed to herself and slid a fingertip down his stomach, stopping at his belly button.

“Are you gonna kiss me, or do I have to do it?” She said, her voice somewhere in between a husky whisper and a soft demand.

“You- you want me to kiss you?” He stammered, mouth going dry.

“Yeah. And who said I want you to stop there?”

The condom in Carl’s pocket held a new weight.

“You said you were strong and manly,” She teased, fingers trailing lower on his gut. “When I called you girly in the bathroom.” When he was convinced she wasn’t listening to him.

“You told me that you can take charge, but I don’t believe you.” She was seducing him now. As dirty as it felt, it was working.

“Y-you don’t?” Carl squeaked.

“No. So, why don’t you prove it to me?”

Carl froze, Y/N’s hand barely an inch away from the growing tent in his pants. Suddenly, as if Eros himself had overtaken the boy’s body, Carl lunged forward.

Their lips met fiercely, and Invincible lay forgotten beside them.

[notgonza]

BIIIIGGG DUMP

Big dump from past art because I haven't drawn twdg stuff in months or even drawn in a while, and I keep disappearing and then coming back and saying im gonna be consistent, but then I disappear again. so im just gonna randomly pop up and post art when I can because I kinda put too much unessacry pressure on myself to be consistent when it never works, I'm sorry for not posting or interacting in awhile 💔

(if you're apart of my tik tok crowd I have also been pretty much radio silent cause it got to a point where I was doomscrolling on it everyday and now I've fully gotten off it to stop cause it made me feel like doo doo but I do miss the community there :( but I probably wont be on tik tok for awhile)

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𝓨𝐎𝐔 𝓛𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝓟𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝓢𝐓𝐔𝐅𝐅… carl grimes.

a/n: me in love with Carl haha never why would you say that… anyway I don’t write much but I hope u guys like this stupid poor little offering for the Carl x reader tag I pray you like it please like it I’m begging you /nonchalant

summary: going on a run with Carl to get some more things to bring back to Alexandria, you decide to split up to cover more terrain. While he’s on it, though, Carl finds something he thinks you might like…

warnings: just my horrifyingly bad writing and probably ooc Carl I hate him he’s so stupid

The gates of Alexandria groaned shut behind you.

The sound echoed through the quiet morning air as you adjusted the strap of your backpack and glanced toward Carl. He was checking his rifle, head lowered beneath his hat, dark hair sticking out from underneath.

"You ready?" he asked.

You smiled. "Been ready."

Carl nodded once.

"Okay."

And that was apparently all the conversation he intended to contribute.

You snorted.

He looked up.

"What?"

"Nothing,” You replied innocently, flashing him a small, teasing smile before facing forward again.

"Why're you laughing?" He frowned, already feeling slightly offended.

"I'm not."

"You are."

"I'm really not."

Carl rolled his eye and started walking down the road, muttering something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like, "Whatever."

The two of you had been assigned to a supply run together. Nothing huge, no dangerous mission. Just checking a few abandoned neighborhoods a couple miles outside Alexandria for canned food, batteries, medicine—anything useful.

The road stretched ahead of you, cracked pavement swallowed by weeds. The world was quiet except for birds and the occasional distant groan of a walker somewhere unseen.

Carl walked beside you. The trip was mostly silent, as neither of you knew how to start a conversation with the other or what to even talk about. Sure, you hung out together a few times with the other teens in Alexandria, but it’s not like you two were that close. You didn’t mind his presence. In fact, you liked it. It was nice to meet someone new, around your age, that wasn’t a total dickhead like Ron and actually cared about what was going on behind the walls.

"You think we'll find anything?" you asked.

"Maybe." He murmured.

"That's your answer?"

"Yeah."

"… You know, normal people use complete sentences."

Carl sighed dramatically.

"I think we might find supplies."

"There you go." You grinned again at him playfully.

He shot you a look.

Eventually you reached the neighborhood.

Rows of houses stood silent beneath the sun. Some had collapsed fences. Others were overgrown with vines. Most had already been picked clean years ago.

"We split up." He offered, looking around and analyzing the houses that went on into the not-so-far distance.

You nodded. "Three houses each?"

"Yeah."

"Whistle if something goes wrong?"

"Yeah."

"You'll come save me?"

He looked offended.

"Obviously."

"Just... don't do anything stupid."

You smiled.

"No promises."

The first house had a few CDs, comics, and some packs of ibuprofen and band-aids. The second had a few cans of food and batteries. The third did too, but whoever lived there seemed like they liked hunting and you found a small box of bullets hidden at the back of a cabinet. Not bad.

You stuffed everything into your bag and headed toward the meeting point.

Meanwhile, several streets away, Carl stood in the remains of a small suburban home. The place had been untouched for years. Most of the rooms were empty, and a thin layer of dust covered pretty much everything.

He'd already gathered some medicine and canned food when he wandered into what looked like a teenager's bedroom. The walls were faded pink, old and wrinkled posters of boy bands and video games hung crookedly. Carl felt a little bad about grabbing stuff that was not necessary at all and would only take space in his backpack, but that one poster of Science Dog was basically screaming at him on his face.

A jewelry box sat atop a dresser.

Carl almost ignored it.

Then something caught his eye.

A small silver pendant. Nothing expensive, just a simple little thing shaped like a star. It hung from a delicate chain. It looked quite a bit rusty already.

He picked it up.

The metal caught the sunlight streaming through the window.

For some reason, it immediately made him think of you.

Which was stupid.

Then looked around like someone might've witnessed the thought.

The room was empty. Obviously.

Still.

You'd probably like it.

Maybe.

Or maybe you wouldn't.

Maybe it was dumb.

People didn't just give people necklaces.

Did they?

Maybe they did.

He didn't know. He wasn't exactly an expert. The only examples of romance he'd ever really seen growing up were before the outbreak, in tv shows with awkward teenagers at school and whatever weird stuff happened between adults.

Neither seemed particularly helpful.

Carl turned the pendant over in his hand.

The star glimmered again.

It looked pretty.

You liked pretty things.

At least he'd noticed you stopping to admire flowers sometimes. And sunsets. And weird little trinkets left behind from before. You always saw beauty in things everyone else overlooked.

Carl swallowed.

Then quietly slipped the necklace into his pocket.

Just in case.

An hour later, you reunited near the neighborhood entrance.

Carl was already there, leaning against a mailbox, trying very hard to look casual.

You walked up.

"Find anything?" You questioned, hand holding one of the straps of your backpack around your shoulder, the other fixing the few little hairs that always seemed to escape your ponytail. No matter what you did, those damned hairs always managed to set free. It was irritating, even in a world where what you look like doesn’t even matter anymore.

"A little." He replied, his voice low and somewhat distant.

"That's it?"

"What?"

"That's all you're giving me?"

Carl groaned. "I found medicine."

"Good,” you nodded.

"Food,” he continued.

"Great."

"Batteries."

"Amazing."

"Can you stop it?"

You laughed.

The walk home started peacefully.

Then a small herd of walkers appeared from between two houses. Of course. Because nothing could ever be easy.

Carl immediately moved closer to you, his right hand already lowering to find the knife settled in between his belt and jeans. He had to get used to the fact that shooting a gun is not always a good idea.

"Six."

"I see them."

"We go around."

"Works for me."

The walkers shuffled toward you.

Carl raised his knife.

You raised yours.

The fight was over in less than a minute.

A few quick strikes, few heavy breaths.

Silence.

Carl wiped blood from his blade on the grass next to him.

"You okay?" His tone was still a little quiet, crouching to reach down comfortably.

You smiled.

"I'm okay."

Only then did he nod.

"Good."

By the time Alexandria came into view, the sun was beginning to set. Orange light spilled across the walls. The sight always brought relief.

The guards opened the gates.

You and Carl stepped inside.

People moved through the streets. Children laughed. Someone was grilling food.

For a moment it almost felt normal.

Carl walked beside you in silence.

And silence.

And more silence.

You glanced over.

He looked weird. Nervous. Which wasn’t that unusual at all. He always seemed to be annoyed for some reason, always mad at something, even when nothing was going on. Whatever. It probably wasn’t your business anyway.

Still, "You okay?" you asked.

Upon the sudden call for his attention, he was brought back from his mind to quickly turn his head towards you awkwardly. "Hm?"

"You've been acting strange."

"I'm not acting strange."

"You are."

"I'm not."

"Yeah."

He let out a mix of a frustrated sigh and grunt.

You cackled at how little it took to rile him up.

His face grew red. Which only made you more suspicious.

"Carl."

"What?"

"What is going on?"

"Nothing."

"Carl."

He stopped walking. You stopped too.

The evening sun painted everything gold. People passed by without paying attention.

Carl stared at the ground.

Then at you. Then away.

Then back at you.

You blinked.

"… So?"

His hand disappeared into his pocket.

Your heart suddenly sped up.

He looked like he wanted to run away.

Finally he pulled something out.

The silver star pendant.

Your eyes widened.

Carl practically shoved it toward you.

"I found it." He mumbled, already sounding like he wanted to get away from there and go back into his house.

"Oh."

"Thought you’d like it."

The words left his mouth.

Your chest melted.

Carl looked horrified.

"I mean—not because—"

He stopped. Started again. Then failed again.

"It just—"

Another pathetic stutter.

"… You like pretty stuff..."

You stared at him.

The necklace glimmered in the sunset.

And suddenly you couldn't stop smiling.

"Carl." You spoke calmly.

He looked ready to die.

"What?"

"It's beautiful."

"Oh."

As you gently took it from him, his shoulders relaxed a little.

"You really thought of me when you saw this?"

Carl rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess."

Your smile grew. "You know," you said softly, "that's really sweet."

Carl made a noise somewhere between a cough and a groan.

"Oh my God."

You laughed.

He rolled his eye.

But there was a smile now. A real one. Small, shy. The kind he didn't give many people.

You carefully closed your fingers around the pendant.

A simple little star. Worth almost nothing.

And somehow more valuable than any treasure left in the world.

“Thank you,” you said, the corners of your lips suddenly stuck upwards, unable to relax. “Help me put it on?”

[wrtzia]

I’m not afraid - Carl Grimes

Summary ; After the famous accident which caused Carl to lost his eye, Reader is determined to bring a smile back to her boyfriend's face.

Warning ; mention of death, mention of SA, mention of betrayal, mention of missing eye (?) [let me know if I forgot anything]

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The smile on his face started to vanish the day following the accident. The reason for this was confusing. Perhaps it was because that night a lot of people died. Maybe the way he lost his eye, betrayed by who he thought was his friend. Or because of how close he has been to death.

No matter what the reason was, a mix of all that or something completely different, making your boyfriend smile had become your mission. That’s why you were currently holding a bunch of comics books and sweet food, which you have been hiding for a little while in your room. The knock on his door had been heard 3 minutes ago as you were waiting for him to open the door. 

Eventually, the door opened on a looking tired Carl. His eyes were messy, the bandage covering his now missing eye and the second one looking as if he had just woken up. “..It’s early.”

You smiled at him, showing all the different things you brought him, causing the boy to sigh and allowing you in, a small smile there, like every time you were there. Your feet brought you inside, putting everything down on his messy bed before throwing a few of his clothes in the laundry bag. 

“I got you comics books, chocolate, candies, cookies-” You were stopped by his hand on your shoulder, making you turn around to meet his eye. His hand was warm even though your t-shirt. He was very slightly bent down to be at eyes level, considering the height difference. “And when did you get all of that ?”

A sheepish laugh left you, your hand meeting your neck in a scratch. You knew he wouldn’t like your answer, you had put yourself in danger, but you have always been a bad liar, it wasn’t about to change today. “I..Found them on an expedition.”

And like expected, his only eye widened, his eyebrows met in a frown as the following words came out of him, “alone? You put yourself in danger for that ?”

You shrugged, knowing exactly he would act like that, “But I’m all good, not a single scratch.” Your eyes looked at the items on his bed, “and you were sad, I wanted to make you feel better.”

Immediately, his face relaxed, his expression softening. Gently, his hand still on your shoulder rubbed it, a silent ‘thank you’. “You don’t have to, I’m all good.” but you knew he lied. By the way he wouldn’t look into your eyes, his grip on your shoulder slightly tighter while he was talking. His eyebrows still slightly furrowed and not any smile on his lips.

“But you’re not. Since that night, you’ve been completely distant.” and the boy knew you were right, because he was a choice of his. A part of him was scared you would abandon him ; not everyone wanted to date a cyclops. He sighed, his eye meeting yours for the first time since that night.

‘’I’m scared.’’

Your breath caught as you looked at him, an eyebrow raised. You knew he was insecure, it seemed evident and who wouldn’t be after such an accident ? But him being vulnerable near you hadn’t happened since that time he almost got sexually abused by this creepy old man. 

‘’I’m scared you will think less of me now.’’ Your eyes softened when you heard the following words coming from him. As in on instinct, you took him in your arms. In your eyes, he was the most sweet and handsome boy of Alexandria. He had a heart of gold and was definitely capable of everything for you. 

‘’I could never,’’ your voice was soft, your hand rubbing his back in a soothing mention as the other started playing with his soft hair. ‘’I love you for who you are inside. Sure, I love your pretty face, but your personality is what I’m drawn to. You're always here for me when I need you, and it’s my turn now.’’ 

You then smiled, a smile giggling leaving your lips. ‘’Plus, surviving a bullet on the eye is badass.’’

Just like you, your boyfriend let out a small chuckle. Here, you had succeeded in your mission ; you made him smile. He put a kiss on your lips, the simple movement strong enough to show you how much he loved you and was grateful for you. 

It would take a while for him to be confident again, but you wouldn’t leave his side, clearly more than determined in helping him. You would probably start right now, by showering him with kisses and cuddles.

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