You two had just gotten married at the ripe age of 19. Of course, it probably wasn’t your smartest decision, but you were both in love, so why not spend the rest of this apocalypse together?

That evening after the reception, you both went back to your shared home. Alone and away from everyone. And of course, you both knew what happens the night after a wedding.

Carl sits on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his white button up shirt, which you enjoyed seeing him dressed up for once. But aside from that, Carl has a slight tremble in his hands, you can’t tell whether from nervousness or excitement.

You lean in to ask him what’s wrong, just silently watching him for a moment before speaking up. “Carl? Are you ok?”

He lets out a shaky breath “Yeah, I’m fine- why…?” This was the first time any of you have ever decided to do anything intimate before, but now that you have to, he’s nervous.