warning: adult language and mild sexual themes. change pronouns to your liking/as you see fit!
Now that I’ve untangled you, how about you do something for me?
❜ ❛ All right! I just don’t see why you like it so much! ❜ ❛ Babe, if you know it through a wall, you know it too well. ❜ ❛ I’m fine! Hey, I’m great! I’m just, I’m just proud of us. ❜ ❛ I realize that you didn’t expect to walk in and see that, but… Let me explain, okay? ❜ ❛ We weren’t doing anything! ❜ ❛ Well, maybe the next batch, we could all get some. ❜ ❛ I’m sorry, it must be the pressure of entertaining. ❜ ❛ How could you mess this up? It’s so easy. ❜ ❛ If I wanted this cake to be a disaster, I would have baked it myself! ❜ ❛
I know what you’re thinking! The resemblance is uncanny!
❜ ❛ It’s the longest I’ve ever spent on a computer without looking at porn. ❜ ❛ You just got to accept the fact that this is going to cost you a lot of money. ❜ ❛ Dude, I don’t think you should be wearing that. ❜ ❛ Oh, I see. Somebody’s afraid of a little competition with the ladies? ❜ ❛ If you had to, what would you give up? Food or sex? ❜ ❛ It’s perfect! It’s everything we’ve been looking for! ❜ ❛ What? When have I ever touched myself in front of you guys? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you sit down… get yourself comfortable… because I have a little surprise for you. ❜ ❛ Please just…just pull yourself together okay? ❜ ❛ We’re not a couple- we’re definitely not a couple. ❜ ❛ What, I’m not good enough for you? ❜ ❛ Wow, you, uh, you seem pretty insulted by that.. ❜ ❛ We’re not gonna have this conversation again. ❜ ❛ Oh, you are, you really do like big butts, don’t you? ❜ ❛
Why can’t you be supportive?
❜ ❛ You have always been jealous of me! ❜ ❛ You want to know why you don’t want me to have the baby? ❜ ❛ You have to have everything and I couldn’t have anything. ❜ ❛ Wait a minute; you don’t think it was intentional? ❜ ❛ So, does anybody have any ideas how to organize this? ❜ ❛ Uh, don’t you think that would be a little weird? ❜ ❛ We were on a break! ❜ ❛ For the last time, I don’t care what the computer says. ❜ ❛ I’m kind of going through a dry spell, sex wise.. ❜ ❛ I’m across the street, having sex right now. ❜ ❛ Whoa—hey—wh-wh-what do you got there? What is that? ❜ ❛ What? Are you afraid you’re gonna run out? ❜ ❛
Any minute now, the police will be here.
❜ ❛ Well, if you’re gonna get to know him then you’d better do it now. ❜ ❛ Well, excuse me for trying to put a positive spin on a traffic jam! ❜ ❛ If only there was something in your head to control the things you say! ❜ ❛ You know what, ____? Why don’t you just put that on your answering machine! ❜ ❛ Oh, I’m sorry, were you speaking to me or sleeping with someone else? ❜ ❛ There is no right or wrong, here. ❜ ❛ You just asked me whether I wanted to go to bed with you tonight! ❜ ❛ You know how some people walk in a room and everybody takes notice? ❜ ❛ It’s never taken me a week to get over a relationship. ❜ ❛
It’s never taken you more than a shower to get over a relationship.
❜ ❛ Why would you start again after chewing all that quitting gum? ❜ ❛ I started using humor as a defense mechanism. ❜ ❛ Uh, do you guys have plans for the weekend? ❜ ❛ Now it’s not gonna make any sense! ❜ ❛
It’s not the sweater. It’s what’s underneath the sweater that counts.
❜ ❛ You’re so stupid, how are you not yet extinct? ❜ ❛ I broke up with you because I was mad at you, not because I stopped loving you. ❜ ❛ Why would you need to say “hi” to them? ❜ ❛ I’m just going to wander around in the rain. ❜ ❛ I just got us dates with two unbelievably cute nurses. ❜ ❛ That’s kind of a masculine name, don’t you think? ❜ ❛ “Don’t count on it.” Seems like it works to me. ❜ ❛ I went to the park and let a bee sting me. ❜ ❛ I’m really getting tired of always sneaking around all the time. ❜ ❛ I don’t even feel like I know you any more. ❜ ❛ Whatever you say, I’ll believe you. ❜ ❛ All right, I’m just going to ask you this one time. ❜ ❛ I’m surprised you didn’t go home wearing your lunch! ❜ ❛ Someday I’ll tell you about the time I stabbed a cop! ❜ ❛ Look, we’re not just messing around! ❜ ❛ I’m so sorry that you had to find out this way. ❜ ❛ You guys probably wanna get some hugs in too, huh? ❜ ❛ You were worried about me? You didn’t know how I was going to react? ❜ ❛ Do you really think the best reason to get married is because you’re sorry? ❜ ❛ I was gonna ask you to marry me because I forgot to say hello to you last week. ❜ ❛ I can’t talk you out of this. It’s a great life. ❜ ❛ I just realized I can sleep with my eyes open. ❜ ❛ I mean, didn’t you even run so fast you thought your legs were gonna fall off? ❜ ❛ What did you do that bad that make dad cut you off? ❜ ❛ I guess it makes sense, you know, having such a terrible childhood. ❜ ❛ I had a terrible childhood and I don’t do porn. ❜ ❛ I always thought having a heart attack was nature’s way of telling you to die! ❜ ❛ I mean… you — you are going to die, but you’re not gonna die today. ❜ ❛ I mean, if you’re not careful, you may not get married at all this year. ❜ ❛ Can we come in yet? We’re dying out here! ❜ ❛ I didn’t know it was a big secret. ❜ ❛ Why is this woman leaving a message for you on my machine? ❜ ❛ It’s a known fact that women love babies, all right? ❜ ❛ I was doing great before I found out about you! ❜ ❛ And it’s not like I didn’t try, but things got in the way! ❜ ❛ I’ve been doing this for ten years and I haven’t gotten anywhere. ❜ ❛ You know what we should do? We should do, like, a soap opera theme. ❜ ❛ Do you know me or are you just really good at this game? ❜ ❛ What’s the worst that could happen? ❜ ❛ How do you expect me to grow if you won’t let me blow? ❜ ❛ Why must everybody watch me sleep? ❜ ❛ Haven’t you ever gotten beat up before? ❜ ❛ It’s such a shame you can’t see what finger I’m holding up. ❜ ❛ I didn’t know what I was taking responsibility for! ❜ ❛ When I walk outside naked, people throw garbage at me. ❜ ❛ I would’ve thought it was the other way around. ❜ ❛ I remember I cried the night you made that up. ❜
Everyday you wake up, it’s the same bloody question that haunts you. Is today the day I die? Death is on your heels, baby, and sooner or later it’s gonna catch you. And part of you wants it… not only to stop the fear and uncertainty, but because you’re just a little bit in love with it. Death is your art. You make it with your hands, day after day. That final gasp. That look of peace. Part of you is desperate to know, what’s it like? Where does it lead you? And now you see, that’s the secret. Not the punch you didn’t throw or the kicks you didn’t land. She merely wanted it.
Warning: v jealous Luke, anxiety, cussing, scary Luke
Description: Luke gets jealous when you want to get food w/ a old friend.
Luke was unlike anyone you’d ever met.
He was quiet.
But had a way of being the light of any room he entered.
He didn’t have to say a word to make you smile or laugh, even cry.
But when he did it made him even better.
When he let you into his heart it was different from other people.
The way he thought and felt.
It made you wonder why he was so insecure. He was so beautiful, inside and undoubtedly outside.
His hair he started growing out after you met him was now curly gold locks. The way his eyes shined when he smiled made it impossible not to fall in love with him, which you did.
You fell in love with him so hard. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall in love with anyone that hard but it was no longer your choice.
You loved the way his mouth moved and the sound of his accent. You loved the way he looked at you, even when you didn’t realize.
But most of all you loved the way he loved you.
So recklessly and effortlessly. He loved you just as much as you loved him. It took him longer to fall in love with you but he did.
You knew the exact moment too.
The moment you made him yours.
It was a simple day. Not one particular special or different from any other.
You and Luke were laying in bed, you literally had gotten up once to get food and go to the bathroom and it was nearly 4 in the afternoon.
You both loved days like this, no pressure to do anything or be anywhere.
Just laying with your boyfriend in bed watching television but mostly talking.
He was telling about his childhood while you distracted him by playing with his fingertips. You could feel him watching you while you studied his long slender fingers.
When Luke finally noticed you and took the time to talk to you, it was obvious he was intrigued by you. Though he made it clear he didn’t want a relationship at the moment within a couple weeks he couldn’t stay away from you.
Now here you two were, having such a closed off boy share his most vulnerable stories. He stops talking, too preoccupied by you laying with him.
You stop fiddling with the tips of his fingers and just interlock your boney fingers with his. You notice the absence of his voice and glance up at him. His hair is fanned out over his forehead.
His eyes are pouring into yours so intensely you are drawn to him. You smile at him, knowing that look on his face.
There is no way explain it but pure love. You pushed his hair out of his eyes with your free hand and he leans down to kiss you.
“You’re my best friend.” He says quietly after you two pull apart.
They aren’t the words you expected him to say but it almost meant more.
That night has been imprinted in your brain ever since. Though it was months ago, you remember it like yesterday.
And it was days like this where you wish you could go back to that exact moment.
“What are we doing for dinner tonight?” He asks, climbing into the passenger seat of the car.
You liked driving, which worked out because Luke will never admit it but driving makes him kinda nervous.
He slides his dark sunglasses off his face, giving you a look at his beautiful eyes you love so much.
“Oh, I was actually going to tell you I was planning on getting pizza with Marcus.” You back out of the parking spot.
You could feel Luke’s harsh gaze just as you expected.
Marcus was an old friend from high school. You two had kept contact and he has been wanting to meet up.
You have been putting it off because you were honestly afraid of how Luke would react. Luke wasn’t overly jealous, but if a guy looked at you for too long in public he would make sure to show him you were together.
You were okay with it because you loved Luke and wanted to make him feel secure in your relationship.
“Well. Okay…” He says shortly before looking out his window.
You were surprised that was all the fight he put up.
“Okay.” You say clicking on the radio.
Luke scoffs and harshly turns it back off.
You knew you were getting away too easy.
“Marcus? Is he that bloke from your secondary school?” He spits.
You wanted to smile from the difference in your language. Sometimes it like you two spoke different languages but you had been around him so much you understood.
“Yes. He has been wanting to hang out for a while. I’ve put him off as long as I can without being disrespectful.” You say simply.
You look over in Luke’s direction, glancing back at the road every couple seconds.
His eyebrows are tightly knit together and his blue eyes are dark like they always are when he gets angry.
“Why? So he can make a move on you? Does he know you have a boyfriend? You graduated school like three years ago. Have you been talking to him the whole time we’ve been together?” He shoots question after question at you.
“What a dick.” You hear him mutter under his breath.
His accent gets really thick when he is frustrated. You can see him clenching and unclenching his jaw over and over again.
“I… we were really good friends in high school. He found my Facebook and messaged me. Why is this any different than if a old girlfriend wanted to hang out with me?” You question him right back.
You don’t like him accusing you of anything. It actually hurt you more than you like to admit, almost like he doesn’t trust you.
You have never done anything to make him think that way.
“Because I don’t know what his intentions are. What if he tries to make a move on you?” You looks out his window again.
You glare at him this time. “Then I shut him down and leave. I have my own personal boundaries. Do you really think I would let him do something like that?” You raised your voice.
You get stopped a stop light which gives you a moment to look at him. He finally looks in your eyes and you raise your eyebrows.
He shakes his head, biting his bottom lip deep in thought.
“I just don’t like the idea of you hanging out with him alone.” He says continuing to shake his head
“When did I ever say we were hanging out alone?” You say getting a little frustrated. “We will be with a group of other people we went to highschool with. Plus even if we weren’t we would be in a PUBLIC place.” You say in hopes of making him feel better.
You almost want to invite him just to ease his mind but this whole thing has kinda pissed you off. You shouldn’t have to go everywhere with him. You love spending time with him and at the end of the day with him is where You want to be but you are two different people. Though you two are in a relationship you both need to be able to have your own lives.
That’s called a healthy relationship.
Your hopes of easing his mind fails when his glare intensifies and he looks ever more angry. You can practically hear his breathing quicken and he stares into your soul.
A honk behind you breaks you from his lock he has on your eyes. You realize the light is now green and you step on the gas pedal.
“Well why didn’t you bloody tell me that in the first place.” He is now yelling. “Is it- is it because he was the only person you can think about and- and the only person you look forward to seeing?” He is so mad he can barely speak which ends up making him more mad.
“No-” he doesn’t give you a chance to finish.
“You know what. Go. I don’t give a shit anymore. Fuck who you want. See who you want. Get pizza with who you want.” He slams his hand on the dash making you jump.
What is he saying.
“Luke-” You say softly, trying to reason with him.
He wasn’t having it. He now keeps his gaze out the window, shutting down the conversation.
You wouldn’t be that happy if he wanted to hang out with a girl he went to school with but you wouldn’t act this way. He was being unreasonable and almost scaring you, which he has never done before.
“Fine then I won’t fucking go. If it’s that big of a deal to you.” You look at him.
He shakes his head, still looking out the window. Refusing to look at you.
“No I just said I don’t give a shit.” He says. His voice is still very angry but he isn’t yelling anymore.
From what you can see of his face it is very red. From anger which was very obvious.
“Luke I don’t want to fight about something that isn’t even a thing.” You say, reaching with your hand that isn’t on the wheel and grasping his hand that’s laying on his thighs.
He snatched it away quickly but still doesn’t look at you. He leaves you wondering what shade his eyes were and you want to see them so bad.
“Don’t fuckin’ touch me.” He puts his hand back on his thigh. It is clenched in a fist, his knuckles turning white.
He finally looks at you, his eyes not at all what you expected. They were like you’ve never seen, so wild with anger. A sickening color of blue.
“I’m so fucking pissed you have no idea.” A smirk plays on his lips. But not the usual one where he wash playing around. It was one that looked almost evil.
“I can’t even fucking look at you.” He looks back out his window.
He was furious. You had expected him to be mad but this was outrageous. You feared this would be the day it all ended. The days in a warm bed with Luke. The secret glances you two shared that only you guys knew what they meant. The last time he looked at you with love in his eyes.
You are so caught up in your thoughts now that when you finally look at the road you were barreling towards a car stopped at a red light. You stomp on the brake, your car making a horrific noise as it skidded to a stop just in time.
Luke’s head snaps forward, his hands pressed against the dash to stop him from flying forward.
Your hands are gripping the steering wheel so tight, your heart pounding so loud at the close call.
“FUCK!” Luke yells. “Pull the fuck over. Pull over.” He is back to yelling.
You obey, turning your blinker on and making your way to the shoulder of the road.
“Why weren’t you paying attention we almost got in a fucking accent. Get out. I’m driving.” He says.
You park the car, turning it off, still trying to catch your breath.
He goes to open the door but you quickly lock them.
He turns his head painfully slow toward you. “Don’t fucking do that.” He practically growls.
“Luke.” You say as he turns back to his door once again trying to open it. You again lock it and he starts punching the door.
Yelling as he does it, you have ever seen him so angry. This time he just couldn’t handle it and all the anger he had built up comes out
“Fucking unlock the door, I can’t even fucking look at you. Fuck you! Fuck you!” He yells and you can’t help but start to cry.
“Luke.” You say again, your voice cracking. “Luke.” You say louder.
Your hand reaching out and literally forcing him to look at you. He tries to push your hand away but you grip his jaw and force him to look into your eyes.
“Luke! Stop. Please stop!” You yell louder than he was. Your tears falling freely down your cheeks.
His breathing is unstable and he is still fuming but he is finally looking at you.
“I won’t fucking go. I can’t understand the reason you are so mad but I can’t lose you. I fucking love you and would never do anything to hurt you.” You say.
You are still gripping his jaw, not harshly and he isn’t trying to pull away. His lips are extra pouty because of the way your holding his face.
“I fucking love you, Luke. You are my best friend.” You repeat the words he once spoke.
He almost looks like he is about to cry. He falls forward, laying his head on your chest. His nose buried in your neck.
He kisses your neck repeatedly, his hot breath hitting your skin.
“I’m so sorry.” He says repeatedly.
The tall lanky boy falling apart in your arms.
“I love you so much. I’m so sorry.” He says again.
You hug him, overwhelmed from how this afternoon turned out. You had fought before but never like this.
He kisses your neck again, but it wasn’t in a sexual way. It was in a loving apologetic way. Almost like he was giving himself to you.
Bound to Happen (Part 1), Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader
Prompt: The chronicles of being Lin’s assistant to maybe something more.
Author’s Note: Title taken from a quote from Donna, that their relationship was ‘bound to happen sometime’. Heavily based off of West Wing, if you never watched it, sorry, but I hope you’re still able to enjoy this.
You knew you shouldn’t have gone out with the girls last night. The slightest breeze had you nearly doubled over in hungover induced pain. Still, Lin needed you.
The Richard Rogers Theater door slammed behind you, a long groan echoing from you and a few girls who had found home on the cold floor of the stage. Their cheeks were pressed against the cement in an attempt to ease their aching heads and bones with little relief.
“Hey!” Karen stood at the other side of the stage, completely unaffected by the literal bottles of liquor she had consumed only hours ago. “Is Lin here yet?”
Her eyes were narrowed and her arms were crossed around her chest. She tried not to show it, but she was pissed.
“I’ll let him know you’re looking for him.” You offered, watching her hair swish as she sauntered off. If there was one person you certainly didn’t need on your bad side as your brain pounded for relief, it was Karen.
A glance at your watch confirmed the time and you knew Lin would be turning onto the block right about now. You hustled backstage, pouring coffee into a to-go cup along with the appropriate amount of sugar and milk.
Balancing coffee in your hand and a memo pad in another, you made your way back outside the theater. Shielding your eyes from the glaring morning sun, you watched as Lin skipped down the block in your direction.
“Karen’s looking for you.” You told him as soon as he was in earshot.
“Huh?” Was his intelligent response, readjusting the strap on his backpack.
“Karen is looking for you.”
“Usually ‘good morning’ is an approved greeting for this time of day.” He continued his trek past you.
“Good morning.” You forced, head continuing to pound incessantly.
“What’s up?” He stopped at the door when you made no move to follow him.
“Karen is looking for you.” You repeated, eyes threatening. “I’m saying that Karen is looking for you.” Your eyes shined a threatening glance at the importance.
“Oh shit.” He sighed, wishing he hadn’t come in today, let alone be breathing in a world where he had pissed off Karen Olivo, “What did I do?”
You shrugged, offering him the cup of coffee.
“Coffee,” You gestured to the little logo of a steaming cup on the side, “Says so right here.”
“No, why did you get me this? You never bring me coffee.” He finally decided to man up and swing the door open, taking a few hesitant steps into the theater. He glanced around. No Karen in sight.
His eyes shot to you when there was a lack of response. He watched for a moment as you busied yourself with your memo pad, crossing out paragraphs and starring important deadlines.
“Hey.” He nudged your side, gaining your attention, “How long have you worked for me?”
“Technically I don’t work for you. I’m your assistant, but you don’t pay me, the theater does.” You eyes were back on your pad, “They certainly don’t pay me enough.” You mumbled, which Lin chose to ignore for this conversation.
“How long have you been my assistant?” He tried.
“Here? Two years.”
“How many times has Karen been upset with me?”
“How many days are in two years?” You tilted your head, attempting quick math in your head.
“Okay, so we can agree Karen is always mad at me. I don’t plan on dying today. At least, not at the hands of Karen Olivo.” He smiled, though you were still unconvinced considering the daggers Karen had glared just minutes ago.
“Lin-Manuel Miranda!” Came her shriek, more than likely from across the theater. She was quite the belter.
“This might be my last meal.” Lin visibly deflated, taking a long sip of his coffee as you pushed him in the direction of where Karen had taken off. “When I die today, tell my story.” He shuffled off, leaving you with your list of tasks for the day and an ensemble of women staring at you from the floor of the theater.
“Nothing.” Mandy smirked, mid stretch, “Nothing at all.”
You hustled off without a second thought to the looks each of the girls shared. Working with Lin for the years you had were rough and patchy. You went all the way back to college, to the very first drafts of In the Heights. Back when he couldn’t get half a dozen musicians to play his music, let alone fill a tiny theater with people who wanted to watch it.
When it was announced that he would be spearheading the student production with an actual band and an actual cast and an actual creative team, it also came with an opening for an unpaid internship. Needing quick experience to top off your resumes, you applied and were never allowed to look back.
Lin took a liking to you immediately and practically called dibs on you. You were by his side whenever you could be, and when you weren’t he was sneering at whoever took you away.
You never expected him to take you this far - to Broadway. Yet, as you bustled around the theater to make sure nothing would fall apart, you didn’t regret a single second you spent by his side.
Most days were spent doing everything under the sun and more. Setting up appointments, shifting through interview questions and making sure Lin didn’t run himself into the ground.
It was a tough job to say the least, but when you went home several hours after you were supposed to be off, you still had a smile on your face knowing you made someone’s day a bit easier.
Meeting up with Lin before the show was routine, although the air seemed a bit tense after his conversation with Karen. You didn’t push it, knowing that if he wanted you to know about it he would have blurted out every detail the second you walked through the door.
You sat on his dressing room chair as he adjusted his collar in the mirror, eyes heavy but determined. Your pen clicked against his desk.
“Stop that.” He told you, eyes not moving from the mirror before him.
You clicked your pen once more to test the waters. His eyes shot to you in a small glare and you pulled back, not wanting to push him before a performance.
“What do we have?” He asked, settling into his couch and fixing his gaze on you.
You reviewed his schedule, a heavy emphasis on the appearance the cast would be making on Lopez Tonight, the first late night show he had ever been on.
“I have a date that night so I’ll miss the performance, but I’ll be able to see you guys off from here.” You added, quickly moving on to the next item.
“A date. You should really try one sometime. I have at least a dozen names whenever you’re ready.”
Lin rolled his eyes as he pushed away the thought of you having a life outside the theater and why he hadn’t been informed of it. In particular, why he wasn’t a part of it.
“That’s fine.” He said, moving to search through his mini-fridge. “Did you get more-”
“Behind the raisin bread.” You muttered, shuffling through your notes, “And I didn’t ask for your permission. Nor do I need it.”
“Uh huh.” He pushed aside the raisin bread, greeted with cups of applesauce. “I should vet this guy, what’s his social security number?”
“He’s a teacher, he’s a nice guy, and he’s taking me out to dinner.”
Lin stuck his tongue out at the positive description.
“You haven’t even met him and you’re tossing him in the trash. At least I give the losers you date a chance.”
“I don’t date los-”
“Claire.” You quirked your eyebrow, challenging a comeback.
“Fair point.” He tossed the now empty cup of applesauce just as places were called. “I gotta work. Keep my life going while I’m out there, yeah?” He winked before disappearing, not to be seen again until intermission where he would scarf down whatever lunch you picked up for him.
You weren’t together at first but always going out of each other’s way to protect one another
Every night, sneaking in his room to sleep in his bed because the two of you can’t sleep not knowing if you’re by each other’s side
Carl keeps his door cracked open for you
It doesn’t matter how dangerous it is if one of you is going so is the other one.
“You have to stay here, I have to know you’re safe.”
“How can I sit here, when you’re out there, seconds away from being snapped up? Bite your damn tongue because I’m going with you.”
Carl getting annoyed at how stubborn you are
You getting annoyed at how stubborn Carl is
Not having your first kiss for the longest time because you two already knew you belonged to each other
Til one day you were seconds away from being bitten, Carl kissed you frantically but slowly from both the adrenaline but also the fear of losing you
Rick accepting your relationship with open arms knowing that you would do anything to keep his family safe
Straightening his Sheriff hat every now and then
Insisting on wearing one of his shirts whenever on a run
“I might die today, I need to wear something of yours.”
Judith taking a particular liking to you and crying every time you try to put her down
Holding Judith in your arms with Carl hugging you from behind
“Y’all look like a mini family, it’s seriously creepy.”
Sharing comic books and getting in arguments over the plot and character
Sometimes you two are quiet, basking in each other’s company. Other times you’re loud, so loud that Rick wants to come and warn you two to stop jabbering on and on but then he realizes you’re just kids. Just kids.
Holding hands at the dinner table and all of your family poking fun and teasing you
“If you’re gonna kiss, can I at least finish my meal before puking it all backup?”
“I didn’t know toddlers were allowed to date.”
Both of you blushing really hard whenever someone comments on how cute you are
Everything in your life feels rushed and chaotic with walkers roaming the Earth and the constant need for supplies but you two make each other feel sane
When on runs, you and Carl love to place bets
“No way, it’s an abandoned Walmart. Gotta be at least 10.”
“Bet I can clear the house before you can.”
“Ha, yeah, in your dreams Grimes.”
Pouting when Carl ends up winning the bets you two place
“Aw c’mon (Y/N). Don’t pout.”
Being able to be a kid while around each other
It’s almost unlikely to see you two have PDA in front of anyone else besides hand holding or small kisses on the cheek
“Wait wait before we go.”
“We’re almost 10 minutes late, we need to haul ass.”
“Okay but give me a kiss first.”
Sharing a room in Alexandria because no one can separate you two, and no one even wanted to try
Carl being protective when Ron comes over
“I’m not saying I hate him, but I’m saying if there was a piece of cake and him dangling off of a cliff… then I hope that cake is chocolate.”
Kissing Carl in front of Enid then turning to look at her with an eyebrow raised
“Are you claiming territory or something?”
“Nope… just showing my love.” :)
Pushing you behind his back whenever Negan comes to collect from Alexandria
“Now whose thing lil thing?”
“Don’t fucking touch her.”
Carl didn’t want to see you for a while after the whole incident with his eye til you burst the door down and yelled at him
“I don’t give a damn what the hell happened and you can keep trying to block me out but I’m going to keep fighting because we’ve gotten this far and you’re not going to be the reason we break up. I can’t do this without you.”
Changing his bandaged and kissing his forehead
Carl being shy about how his eye looks
Assuring Carl is still as handsome as he was before
“You’re still that annoying boy I am very much in love with.”
You keep on reminding him to cut his hair even though you love it when it’s long
Sneaky kisses behind shelves
Trying to find pudding, comic books, or candy bars on runs