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.