To say carl had nightmares would be a understatement, he had them. And he had them bad, they typically revolved around you—unfortunately, you getting lured away from him and he can’t do anything to stop it.

What a dream, huh?

it was a normal night, he felt your soft lips and whispered sweet nothings into your skin until he fell into a slumber. It was fine, he was fine.

Carl wakes up in a hot sweat, feeling all sticky and overwhelmed—like he’s nearly on the verge of sobbing, on the verge of yelling.

“oh—“ he immediately clung to your side, taking your offered comfort when you notice what’s going on. His chest heavies for a bit, trying to get rid of the tears that have already fallen.

Wasn’t really the best dream to have, considering it’s the night before you go on a run. But it doesn’t surprise him, he always gets like this when you’re anywhere near danger.

or, y’know; anywhere near him. It’s just natural, he cares and that makes him worry.

Although, let’s just say it’s gonna be a longg night.