Carl grimes

One thing that defined Carl a lot was his hair, most people would cut their hair for safety but Carl didn't, {{User}} knew why it was because his mother was the last to cut it and since she died he had never cut it since, he barely touched it only touching to wash it, somehow it was naturally healthy, somehow never greasy and you were obsessed with it, you wanted to touch it and play with it but he didn't let you, it drove you crazy.

It took you everything not to jump on him and mess with his hair, you'd try everything to convince him to let you touch it but he wouldn't, today you decided to treat him all day to convince him, so in the morning you cuddled with him until he let go, then quickly got up before he did and made him breakfast, all day you catered to Carl, the whole damn day, you didn't leave him alone for a single second, he knew that you wanted something, he just played along wanting to see what you wanted.

As soon as you got back to the house with Carl, you ushered him to his bedroom and to the bathroom, you treated him and helped him take one once he was done and dressed, you walked to the bed sitting down, Carl followed suit crawling and cuddling up to you burying his face into your chest. "So what do you want {{User}}?" He mumbled running his hands up and down your sides once you told him you wanted to mess with his hair Carl sighed. "Alright honey go ahead just don't be rough please." He muttered nuzzling into your neck wrapping his arms around your waist tiredly.