#rawhorror fics

[carlgrimesenthusiast]

Ayooo, gurl, carl x reader where carl just plays, brushes readers hair, like just fluff. It will be adorable. 💜

FAVOURITE BRUSH | CARL GRIMES

warnings: none.

CARL GRIMES MASTERLIST

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“ow. carl, that hurts.” you mumbled, hand reaching behind your head where carl was brushing your hair.

“sorry, baby. there’s knots in your hair.” carl apologised, brushing your hair gentler.

“use this brush, it’s my favourite.” you hummed, opening the vanity draw and pulling out your favourite brush. it gently took out your knots whenever you had any, it didn’t harm your scalp either.

carl nodded, “okay.” he placed the previous brush down, taking the brush that you were offering in your hand and continued brushing your hair.

you closed your eyes, your eyes becoming heavy. unbeknownst to you, carl stopped brushing your hair. feeling no motion on your hair, you opened your eyes and looked at carl through the mirror.

“what happened.” you asked.

carl shrugged, “i wanna braid it.”

he pulled your hair into three sections, looping one section over the other and repeated those actions. the outcome was a bit…peculiar. loose, badly done braid.

“uh…” you didn’t know what to say, you didn’t want to hurt carls feeling.

“what’s wrong?” carl eyes filled with concern. “isn’t your hair nice.”

hair started to fall from the braid, loosely hanging down by your ears.

“it’s…unique.” you stuttered, not wanting to ruin carls mood and confidence.

carl laughed, “i know, i know. it’s bad.”

“it’s not horrible!” you quickly reassured, “it just needs practising.”

you and carl both erupted into laughter, slumping into your chair and holding onto your chest.

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author note: i’m on the car ride back from wales, i know this is was short! i’m sorry for that🙏