I Found A Way To Make You Laugh. CARL X MICHONNE TICKLE FIC (FLUFF - PLATONIC)
Season 4 Episode 11.
“Thank you. I heard him laughing in there, almost forgot what that sounded like.”
She kept replaying in her head what Rick said back at the house.
How long has it been since Carl laughed? Like, really laughed.
She tried to make him crack a smile while they went on a run. That kid was a tough one. Her silly attempts made him look like the adult. She realized that boy was no longer a kid at heart, as she wiped crazy cheese spilling out of the corner of her mouth. If he was, that inner child was buried deep beneath the traumatic things he had to face.
They got to a large white house. Perfect. There must be something left for them to gather. They exchanged conversations here and there, as they approached their target. She told Carl about her late child, Andre. Carl’s eyes sparked with curiosity. A kid? What was his name? Or her name … was it a boy or a girl? How old? Was he the only one? He overwhelmed her with questions as she tried opening the door. She turned to him, finishing her little story about her son.
“ And andre was a handleful like you “ she said, poking his belly.
He let out a small laugh, covering the part she poked with both his hands.
She smiled. Maybe there is a way she can make him laugh.
They entered the house carefully. Carl was overflowing with questions about Michonne’s past. The more rooms they cleared, the more questions she answered. The house was quiet, dead quiet.
As they looked at the paintings in one of the hallways, she turned to Carl and said:
“You know what Andre’s favourite thing was?”
“What?”
“When I tickled him”
His cheeks got slightly red. “Yeah, all kids love getting tickled. My dad and I used to have tickle fights all the time when I was young”.
“Young? Carl, you’re still young.”
“I mean when I was a kid.”
“…You’re still a kid, kid.”
“Am not! Kids don’t kill people.”
His look darkened, joy left his eyes.
“…Maybe, but like you said… all kids love getting tickled.” She smirked and lunged at him, squeezing his sides.
“Michonne! Wait!” His voice cracked with every squeeze to his side, trying hard to fight off the laughter, and fighting off Michonne.
“Wait for what?”
“I - stop! Michohohohonne! I ahahaham nohohot a kihihihihid anyhihihimoreaAAH!”
Her hands found their way to his hips, squeezing relentlessly.
Carl fell on his back, bringing his knees to his chest, clawing at her arms with despair.
“AAHAHAHAHAHAH NOHOHO NO NO NO NO PLEAAASE NOT THEHEHEHEHERE” At that point, anything goes. He kicked, he trashed around, he pushed, but nothing made her hands let go of his hips.
“Why not?”
“I CAHAHAHAN’T STAHAHAHAND IT”
“Is there somewhere else you want me to tickle you?”
“I DOHOHON’T CAHAHAHARE JUHUHUST NOT THERE!”
“Whatever you say cowboy.” She pinned his arms above his head, smirking at his red smiling face.
“Wait wait wait Michone wAIT!”
She scribbled her fingers all over his armpits, switching from one to another without a pattern. Carl’s laughter bubbled up in between shrieks. She laughed along with him. His face has never been so red before.
“Plehehehehease lehehehet gohohoho OH NO NOHO NOT THERE I SAID NOT THE-AHAHAHAHAHA”
She couldn’t resist. She had to tickle his hips again.
He kicked his legs frantically and as hard as he could, making one of his boots fly off. She caught that leg, letting go of his arms and putting it in a choke hold before scratching the socked foot.
“NohoHOhohAHahahahSsssstooooooop” he was trying to crawl away, scratching at the wooden floor and walls for any possible grip.
“Admit that I win!”
“Youhouhou wiiiiin ahahaha”
but the tickling didn’t stop. She let go of his foot, and started squeezing every part that Andre used to love. Back of thighs, sides, neck, back, and armpits.
“I SAID YOU WIN. STOP AHAH STOP STOP”
“I never said i’d stop.”
At that, Carl lost all hope and went limp, accepting his fate. His laughter varied from high pitched to low and deep, his head swinging from left to right, arms wrapped around his aching belly.
Michonne laughed at his defeat, and attacked his hips one last time before letting the poor boy breathe.
He lay there laughing for a moment, his laughter turning into wheezing, and then deep breathing.
“I told youhou, I’m nohot a kihihid any-anymore.” He weakly sat up, reaching for his hat.
“You laugh like one.” He pushed her playfully, with a shy smile.
“Come on, we should hurry up and gather more stuff before heading back. Your dad will wonder where we are.” She helped him up, ruffling his hair before he put on his hat.
“You know… my dad could use a good laugh like I just did.”
She turned around, grinning. “Rick is ticklish too?”
“Very. My mom … she used to wreck him all the time.” His eyes saddened for a moment, perhaps from nostalgia of the good memory, or from the pain of remembering his late mother.
“He’ll never see us coming” she winked at him, making his face light up. His inner kid finally resurfaced. What a sight for sore eyes. “I guess we know for sure there are no walkers around… I laughed so loudly they could have heard us a mile away.” She wrapped her arm around his neck and laughed as they continued their little hunt for goods.