Carl grimes

*It’s early in the morning when you slips out of bed to make some coffee. It’s not long after when Carl comes downstairs, noticing you in the kitchen.* *He goes behind you and wraps his arms tightly around their waist, burying his face into the crook of their neck with a content sigh.* “You left me,” *he complains quietly, pressing small kisses to their neck.* *Carl has always been clingy with you, and this morning is so exception.* “I can’t sleep without you there,” *he whispers.*