Haircut (Carl Grimes X Reader)

A.N// I'm very brain dead rn and i can't think of anything to write. whilst i'm still trying to wrap my head around my Five Nights/AOT AU, I was given a bunch of walking dead prompts by Nobody so hella shout out and enjoy!!

Also this may have some spoilers for season 5!! This is set when the group first arrive at Alexandria, a few episodes before the season finale since at the current time i'm writing this it hasn't aired yet. Still, watch out for spoilers, and enjoy!!

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During the time you survived with Rick's group since you were taken in from Woodbury you noticed that absolutely no-one has had a hair cut for a long time.

Rick furiously needed a shave, Maggie's hair was starting to cover her eyes, and Daryl's eyes could barely be seen anymore.

What annoyed you the most was Carl's hair.

Since you were both around the same age, you had grown close to him and taken care of his baby sister Judith with him. But his hair had started to grow out to brush lightly against his shoulders, and you could tell it was bothering him slightly. On hot days, he would sometimes sigh and push back strands of hair that stuck to his forehead. When it was cold and the wind was strong, it would blow into his face and he would fumble about, trying not to trip over.

Everytime you brought up his hair in a conversation, he would subconsciously pull his hat further over his head, stating that it was 'fine' and 'he wears his hat every second so it wouldn't matter if her got it cut'.

It still managed to bother you though. You wouldn't deny that his long hair made him look attractive, it still needed at least a trim.

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It had been 2 days since you settled into Alexandria. Since the group was still a little unsure about this community, Rick had told everyone to share one house together, but now that he's slightly relaxed, he let everyone back to the house they were given with.

Rick and Carl were given separate houses, and Carl instantly offered to share his house with you. You accepted, noticing the way Rick was muttering to Carol and how they both had slight smirks on their faces and were chuckling.

"What do you bet?" Rick lowered his voice when talking to Carol.

"I bet Carl is gonna be pre-occupied with other girls soon." Daryl muttered. Carol gasped and lightly hit his shoulder. Rick and Daryl laughed slightly; the first laugh in a while.

Rolling your eyes, you walked into your new home with Carl, smiling.

It was like a mansion.

It had all the first class life that you lived only a few years ago: a front room, a kitchen, a bathroom (with running water) and two bedrooms.

After talking about sleeping arrangements, and admiring the house from top to bottom, Carl said that he wanted to shower (to which you blushed at). You nodded, stating that you'll take care of Judith.

Judith was seated in the front room, with some toys the community generously offered (once you made sure they were safe), and she was happily stacking some colorful building blocks. Feeding her some apple sauce (which again, was made sure it was deemed safe) and teaching her some basic colors with the blocks, you suddenly heard the sound of running water upstairs, and a glass door sliding open and shut. You blushed madly, trying to think of Walkers, Terminus, Eugene's mindless droning, anything to get your mind off of upstairs.

Smiling, you tried to play with Judith so you could try to forget. A few minutes later you heard a knock at the door, and you opened it to reveal Rick, who had shaved off his beard.

"You look like a baby!" You teased, and he smiled.

"I barely recognize myself anymore." He said.

"I barely recognize you too." You said with a small grin.

He chuckled slightly. "Where's Carl?"

Once again, you felt heat rise to your cheeks. "Um-he's in the shower."

Rick nodded, but then smirked slightly. "Are you blushing right now?"

You blushed more. "Noooo..."

Rick laughed slightly, placing his hand lightly on your shoulder. "You know, you probably shouldn't walk into his room unannounced after he's had that shower."

You pouted. "Rick!!"

He laughed again. "Anyway, I was just stopping by to pick up Judith. She's doing okay?"

You smiled, glad he changed the subject. "Yeah, she's in here. I already fed her, I reckon she just needs a walk."

Rick smiled. "Thank you for taking care of her."

"Anytime."

He said goodbye, and walked out of the house, Judith in his arms. When you shut the door you realized the water had stopped. Blushing slightly over Rick's comment, you sat down in the front room, staring out the window.

After a few minutes, you heard bare feet padding downstairs, and braced yourself mentally.

"Hey. How long was I in there?" Carl asked you, shuffling in. He had put on some new clothes, and was drying his hair with a towel. Your breath caught in your throat; he looked cute.

"I'd say at least half an hour." You said with a sheepish smile. He chuckled, sitting down next to you.

"I'm not surprised. I feel amazing." He said, slinging the towel around his shoulders. He smiled at you, making you blush slightly. A glint of something silver caught your eyes, and you quickly glanced away from his face to see what it was. By the kitchen sink was a pair of scissors.

"Aha!" You said triumphantly, striding over and snatching the pair of scissors up into your hands.

"No excuses, we're cutting your hair now, mister." You said with a smirk.

Carl ruffled his hair. "But my hair's fiiiine."

"No its not. Grow it any longer and it could become a hazard."

You grabbed a nearby chair and pulled it towards you. "Now sit. Otherwise I'll tell Rick how much more of a baby you've been than Judith."

Carl huffed, and sulked over to the chair. "Calm down, stroppy, I'm not shaving off your hair. Luckily I was caught how to cut people's hair by my mother, she was a hairdresser."

Carl nodded slightly. Gingerly, you ran your fingers through his hair. They were soft and light, as you imagined it. Lightly threading your fingers through his hair so as to make sure it was smooth enough to cut, you lightly grabbed onto some of his hair and cut it off so it reached slightly more above his shoulders. He flinched slightly.

"Don't worry, it's just a trim. If you keep still it will be over before you know it." You said, silently cutting his hair. When finished, you dusted any hairs onto the towel he had wrapped around his shoulders and found a mirror.

"What do you think?" You asked. Carl smiled at himself slightly.

"Thank you." He said. You nodded, a sheepish grin on your face. He threaded his fingers through his hair and sighed. "It doesn't feel the same."

"Well, it shouldn't but you'll get used to-"

"Not the new haircut. It doesn't feel the same when I thread my fingers through my hair. It's nicer when...you do it."

Your eyes widened slightly. A small blush crawled up to your cheeks. "Um...okay?" You squeaked.

Carl chuckled, walking up to you and lightly grabbing your hands in his. He brought your hands up to his hair, and you couldn't help but ruffle it slightly. He smiled.

"You hair is nice." You blurted out quietly. Tightly pressing your lips together, you stared at him, expecting him to question what you said, but he laughed and leaned into your touch.

"Carl, your dad wants you-"

Daryl walked unexpectedly into the house, and you quickly jumped back from him, staring at Daryl with wide eyes. He smirked.

"Oh, sorry, I'm interrupting something. I'll tell Rick to give you some privacy." Daryl said, walking out and closing the door behind him. Both of you blushed.

"That was..um..." You drifted off as Carl walked up to you again, grabbing your hands. His face was close to yours, and you suddenly felt as if you were in a dream. Smiling at him shyly, your hands went back to his hair, pulling him slightly closer.

"I think I can have some time alone with you." Carl breathed, sending slight shiver down your spine.

"Really now?" You said, glancing down at his lips and back up to his eyes.

"Yeah, I do." He whispered, lightly placing his lips on yours.

Isn't it strange what growing out your hair can do to your life?