RESTLESS
carl grimes

warning;
lots of adorable fluff coming atcha

summary;
basically carl and you have been together for awhile but never slept together (actually sleeping oK), but after a restless night's sleep you decide to try it

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The night didn't often keep you awake, so not being able to sleep was bothering you immensely. Maybe it was you worrying for the state of the group constantly, because of the fact you didn't trust Alexandria yet. Whatever it was, your mind was racing at a million miles per hour, but your body wanted to shut down and just sleep.

Hours had passed and you simply kept tossing and turning, so you finally pushed the covers off of you and sat at the edge of your bed, rubbing your tired eyes. Pushing yourself off the bed, you crept along the wooden floor and exited your room. A thought came to mind about going downstairs for a cup of water, until you passed Carl's room. The two of you had been together for awhile, but you had never gotten to that level of your relationship yet. It seemed like such a simple thing, but you were worried he wasn't comfortable with that yet.

You pushed open his door, simply wanting to check on him. What you didn't realize you'd find was Carl already awake, turning to the door with tired eyes. He sat up slightly in his bed, trying to make out who was at the door.

"Sorry, did I wake you Carl?" You whispered, pushing the door open more to lean on the doorframe.

He shook his head. "No, I've been awake for a few minutes."

You breathed out heavily, rubbing one of your eyes once again. "I've been awake for hours, don't know why."

Carl sat in thought for a second, before gesturing for you to come over to him.

"Are you sure?" You asked, walking towards the bed and sitting on the edge of it.

Carl nodded, scooting backwards to give you room to lay down. You rolled onto the bed and pulled the covers over you, laying on your back while twiddling your thumbs.

After a few minutes of silence and no sleep, Carl scooted closer to you and placed his hand on yours, rubbing his thumb back and forth along your palm.

"What's on your mind?" He mumbled, tiredness lacing through his words. You decided to turn to your right, laying on your side while facing Carl. Something about his touch along your hand gave you comfort.

"I'm-I'm worried about this place. What if they're bad people? Like Terminus?" You rambled on, your voice trailing off as his hand moved to your arm. His hand lightly trailed along your arm, rubbing it soothingly. He seemed tired himself, but he was focused on you.

"I have a good feeling about this place. If these were bad people, they'd try to kill us already. Besides, I think Judy could grow up here..." he explained as you nodded in agreement.

"Thanks Carl, that actually helped," you whispered with a smile, "I think Judith could grow up here too."

Carl hummed in response, taking his hand off your arm and resting it by his face, attempting to fall asleep. You were also tried, but you couldn't stop tossing and turning.

"Here," he mumbled after awhile, slithering his hand around your waist and pulling you close to him. You could feel his warmth on your back, humming in relaxation. As he spooned behind you, you grabbed his hand that was around your waist and held it, bringing it up beside your face. Carl's fingers intertwined with yours as he buried his face into your hair.

These were the moments you loved the most, and hoped would never end. The feeling of his body encased around yours gave you a sense of protection and love.

You soon felt yourself drifting asleep.

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Daylight shone through the blinds of the bedroom, awakening you. Your eyes fluttered open to see a mop of brown hair laying in front of you. You smiled at how still he was, he was laying on his stomach but his face was turned towards you; you knew you must have moved while sleeping from not waking up the way you fell asleep.

You reached towards a strand of his hair, and pushed it out of his eyes. His body moved slightly, knowing that he was soon going to wake up. Carl's eyes opened for a split second before closing again, humming tiredly; you knew him well enough to know that he was not a morning person.

"We gotta get up soon, Jude's gonna get hungry," you murmured sleepily. You often called her Jude as a nickname.

Carl grunted. "Five more minutes," he spoke in his dry morning voice, pulling you closer to him and snuggling his head in the crevice of your neck. You chuckled lightly, pulling the covers up higher and wrapping your arms around your sleepy boyfriend. You always had so much trouble getting him up in the mornings.

"Okay, five more minutes," you spoke while placing a soft kiss in his hair, a low hum escaping him as he snuggled in closer for warmth.

You wished those five minutes lasted hours.

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a/n: yoo hope u liked it