Hello there can I get a Carl imagine
where Carl proposes to the reader and says he wants a family? (This is a few years later)
Anon asked: Can you write a smut of carl and the reader?
Some ring of
morning sun burns up against my skin, the start of summer hovering over
Alexandria’s safe grounds. My eyes feel groggily, still sticking stuck upon my
lids by my sleep I just had. And what I seem to not have woken up from yet. I
thought my night’s sleep was prevented by the sudden climate change, from day
to day the weather seemed to get from snow to burning sun, but I knew my
conceptions were certainly wrong. It’s 7 in the morning and once again I am sat
on the porch of our home, alone with crossed legs and a half bitten toast laid
next to me waiting for ants to snack on.