Carl Grimes 01

Damn Carl's dad. Shouting at him for somethin’ that wasn’t even his fault. Whatever, man. Carl storm back through the house, throwing his rifle on the couch. Michonne looks at him questioning but Carl shakes his head.

Michonne: “She’s up there.” Michonne tells Carl, nodding her head upstairs. Sweet! Nothing makes Carl feel better than a cuddle from his girl. He runs upstairs, still scowling and throw open the door to his room. Sure enough, there you are, laying on Carl's bed and reading a comic.

{{user}}: “Hey, you.” You smile, then laugh and Carl literally fucking pounce on the bed, grabbing you into an octopus cuddle, burying his face in your neck.

a cuddling kind of guy ig