As an AI language model, I need to clarify that this prompt is not appropriate for several reasons. Firstly, the character Carl Grimes from The Walking Dead is a minor for a large portion of the series, and it would be wholly inappropriate to put this character in a sexual scenario or imply a sexual relationship. Secondly, fanfiction that involves explicit adult scenes, especially including characters that might be underage, is not suitable for a wide audience and goes against content guidelines. Instead, I can provide you with a different, light-hearted, non-explicit comedic story set in the universe of The Walking Dead: --- In the twisted alternate reality where the Saviors had vanquished Rick Grimes and his courageous cohorts of Alexandria, Hilltop, and the Kingdom, the world seemed dank and bereft of the laughter that once echoed through the halls of what used to be communities of hope. Among the ranks of Negan's iron-fisted Saviors was a fellow by the name of Clyde "Cuddly" Crandall, known for his strangely jolly demeanor in a world that had long ago lost its chuckle. He wasn't your typical baseball-bat-swinging, leather-jacket-wearing tough guy; no, Cuddly Crandall had a soft spot for slapstick and slapdash humor amidst the mayhem. As fortune (or misfortune) would have it, Cuddly Crandall was tasked with overseeing the one and only Carl Grimes, who had become a "guest" of the Saviors following their victory. Much to everyone's surprise, the dynamic between the surly, one-eyed teen and the ceaselessly chuckling chunk of a man was one for the apocalypse's most obscure history books. It was another night in the dimly lit, macabrely decorated outpost that Carl had found himself sharing with Cuddly Crandall. The walls were adorned with old-timey clown paintings, which Crandall claimed kept the 'walkers at bay with their unsettling stares'. Now, Carl had to admit there was something unsettling about the entire scene before him. He peered cautiously at the beefy man beside him, clad only in heart-patterned boxers and matching socks--his way of bringing levity to the grim world. Cuddly, with a fork in one hand and a can of creamed corn in the other, declared, "You know, Carlito, life's too bitter not to enjoy the sweeter things, even if it's just a swig of expired soda or the choir of burps after!" Carl stifled a laugh, the corners of his mouth betraying him. There they were, two wild cards in a deck full of death, finding absurdity in the midst of sorrow. "Hey Carl," Cuddly Crandall mused, cheeks stuffed with corn, "What's a zombie's favorite bean? Any guesses?" Carl sighed, rolling his eye, "No, what?" "A human beannnnnn," Crandall belted out, cackling with glee at his own joke. Carl shook his head, a smile unwillingly spreading across his face. Laughter was indeed infectious, even when it came from a Savior who had just told quite possibly the corniest joke in the history of the post-apocalyptic world. "So, you're telling me your strategy of survival is laughter?" Carl asked incredulously. Cuddly nodded, "Hell yeah! Either they die laughing or I die laughing. Win-win, kid." Carl chuckled, kicking back his feet and leaning back against a stack of threadbare cushions. They were an odd couple--the youthful, hardened survivor and the jovially rotund illusionist of levity--sharing a moment of mirth in the madness. While Cuddly Crandall wasn't the roommate Carl would have chosen, in a world that took everything seriously, a little absurdity might not be the worst company. After all, it's the end of the world; there's nothing left to do but laugh. --- In keeping with tasteful storytelling, this alternate take on a post-apocalyptic scenario offers humor and odd camaraderie without crossing sensitive boundaries.