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Hey! This might be too dark of a request, but no harm in asking, right? So I want something detailing how Carl Grimes (in an au with no walkers) would handle his gf self harming, how he would talk to her and comfort her about it, etc. You can format it in any way you like, blurb, oneshot, headcanon list, etc. Thanks so much!!
hi hi! this isn’t too dark don’t worry (i’ve actually written something similar called clean however it’s set a world with walkers) !!
ofc tw for sh !
carl’s the type to do research on self harm in general, learn about the different types and different coping mechanisms
if anything he would partially blame himself
would never tell anyone about it unless you yourself told him he can
though i see him as the type to slip up one night and get caught by michonne crying because hes so overwhelmed and just wants to help
hes constantly there for you, even on your good days because he knows how quickly a good day can become bad
always leaves you little good morning and good night texts detailing how proud he is of you because he truly is
never allows himself to slip up or become angry at you because he knows none of this is your fault
for a teenage boy, carl is overall really good when it comes to mental health, especially helping others with theirs
#carl grimes#the walking dead#twd#hc#head canons#fanfic#fanfiction#fear the walking dead#ftwd#carl grimes headcanons#carl grimes angst#carl grimes imagine#x reader#carlgrimesloverr
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forgot i existed again all i’ve been doing is writing though so i have a lot of things to post
hey i forgot that i existed sorry that wasn’t very swag money of me
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hey i forgot that i existed sorry that wasn’t very swag money of me
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spider-man!carl
this is literally just brain rot i’m sorry but spider-man carl has taken up my mind for far too long for me to not share this
head so full of spider-man!carl
god he’d be such a perv low-key
like, watching you through your window, constantly.
rick told him to patrol, but he’s not doing that. of course he isn’t. he’s watching you. doesn’t matter if negan’s being spotted more and more often, or that the saviors are attacking the survivors - carls gotta watch you.
and you know, of course you know. it’s hard not to notice the red & blue suit perched on the roof across from your building. constantly, the boy was there. day or night, rain or shine. in a way, it made you feel all fuzzy inside.
at school, carl would act like it never happened, and neither would you - though sometimes he would hear you gossiping with enid and sophia about the “mysterious new vigilante who had a crush on y/n” (enids words, not your own). you’d laugh at the jokes, shake your head, and explain that “it’s not like that!”
but it was like that.
you and carl both knew it was exactly like that.
but it hadnt fully clicked in your head that it was carl, so you would both be stuck staring at the other from afar, blissfully unaware of the others feelings.
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Girl, i NEED part 3 of gorgeous, its too GOOD, maybe in part 3 carl finds out why reader called him the strange one or sum, idk, you say, but i need it.❤
yeah tbh i probably will i just have been working a lot this summer and not rly writing much but i love gorgeous / mesmerizing
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sk8erboi
aaron hotchner x fem!super star!reader
summary : when aaron’s ex girlfriend releases a diss-album about him and haley, he’s left with nothing to do but confront her, and tell her loves her, and divorce haley… right?
takes place during : season 1
warnings : this is 100% a sequel to sk8ergirl and i recommend you read that first (#selfpromo😜🤞). also this is some seriously shitty poetry on my half i’m sorry i just get in the feels sometimes. aaron also is lowkey toxic ⁉️
word count : 1,194
“you still released it, even though you’re alone.” hotch hummed to himself, continuing to search you up. single. never married. no kids. doesn’t party much. still went out skating constantly. said in an interview you were ‘still caught in the whirlwind romance of high school’. caught in the ‘betrayal of it all’. you really were the sk8ergirl, weren’t you?
what would you do if hotch reached out? you had left a business email on your website - it would take a fool for you not to recognize aaron’s email address. you weren’t a fool.
would you be upset at the man for so recklessly reaching out? angry that after all these years he finally wanted to talk after he was the one who cut contact?
or would you be happy? so happy you’d want to meet him?
‘can we meet for coffee? - AHH’
god how aaron wishes you would recognize his email.
you did. of course you did.
‘send me the details and i’ll be there.’ was that all you had to say? nothing more, nothing less? just a passive aggressive when and where?
but meeting you was meeting you, and aaron wouldn’t miss out on this chance.
yet, when he sat down across from you, he could see how much you had changed. he still remembered how you looked at graduation; sad, lonely, and angry. your hair was a mess. you had bags under your eyes you tried to hide with concealer. you nearly forgot your cap and gown. you didn’t stay afterwards for photos.
now? you looked healthy. happy. put together. but still angry. yet, the angry was more hidden, more managed. you had gotten out most of your anger.
“hotchner.” you smiled, not making eye contact and instead staring down at your coffee.
“hi-“ he suddenly was at a loss for words. what do you say to the person you betrayed? “i’m sorry, for what i did to you back then.”
“don’t go there. don’t bring that up now, aaron. i’ve moved on. i’ve accepted it. you were supposed to be different… we were supposed to be different, but we weren’t.” you sighed, taking in the disheveled male before you. had he not been sleeping? working too much? not going home? he looked like hell.
“but you wrote those songs-“
“i’m a musician, aaron, it’s my job.” you groaned, rolling your eyes and you slumped down in your seat. “honestly, are you that surprised i wrote music about my life? aren’t you some fbi big shot now? didn’t you see it coming?”
“i never thought- what you wrote was disrespectful. to both me and my wife. i’m here to tell you that.”
you let out a choked laugh, eyes wide in disbelief. “that’s what you’ve come here to say? pathetic honestly.”
aaron went stiff, for some reason fueled by rage. you released a diss-track about him yet you were calling him pathetic? “you can’t always be the victim! you should know that.”
you let out a fake gasp, feigning hurt. “big bad aaron hotchner got his feelings hurt? poor baby.” you teased him, grinning ear to ear.
you were enjoying this - making him squirm. you were happy you were getting under his skin.
“i’m sorry- is that what you want me to say? because i’m sorry.” aaron pleaded, eyes wide.
“no, aaron, you hurt me. you hurt me in ways i can’t even begin to explain.” you spat back, anger filling your eyes as you stared across the table at the male. “i don’t know how i feel, and i do not ever want to know what it is.”
“tell me how i hurt you and i’ll fix it. i’ll do anything!”
“for four years you made me believe you loved me, but you didn’t. and keeping a love in which is not meant to be yours hurts worse more anything else out there. and there is no fixing that pain.”
you were right. of course you were. everything you had said so far was right. so why was he so upset?
“did you just forget everything we shared?” aaron mumbled, eyebrows furrowed as he tried to understand himself. he had no right to be upset, and he knew that.
“forgetting you, aaron, was easy - forgetting the memories is the hardest part. sometimes, i still hear your voice ringing through my head like a broken record i am unable to turn off.”
music references. god, you could never stay away from them could you?
“so you did forget it? all my encouragement, all my love, all of it?”
why was he so upset? you had every right to move on after the years of pain he put you through. yet he was still so upset.
“i remember everything you said to me as if i will stop breathing if i even try to forget. that is not fair to me aaron.”
you were right.
yet, you didn’t stop there. you kept speaking, so clearly angry and hurt by the males disrespect. “i wish with every fiber of my being i was what you wanted, because you were my every wish come true.”
you are everything he wanted, couldn’t you see that? the distressed look on his face, the hurt in his eyes, the downturn of his lips?
“i’m sorry.” was all he could manage to get out, unsure of what would set you off on another angry tangent or what would appease your anger.
“when you say ‘sorry’ it just hurts more… it was me who trusted you, it was me who gave you my heart, it was me who thought we would work out. but trust is such a nasty thing.”
“you’re right but- but don’t you miss it? miss us? because i do- all i have of you is memories. flashbacks that jolt me awake as i reach out for you. the songs we sang together that i listen to daily. i made a mistake, all those years ago. now i’m trying to fix it, so please, let me.”
“i hate the flashbacks. i hate the memories. i hate the songs we used to sing. i hate it all because it reminds me of you.” you grunted, standing up slightly as you went to leave.
you were done with him and his petty begging. the aaron hotchner you knew, you loved, left you that december night. cold, alone, confused. this wasn’t your aaron hotchner anymore. you lost him the same night he lost you.
“i miss you- i miss us. im miserable now, is that what you wanted to hear? i want you back.”
“i don’t miss you, i just miss the feeling i had when i was with you. you’re married now, aaron.” you paused slightly, testing out your next words in your head before speaking. “just like all good songs, we’ve come to an end - but this song will forever be my favorite. goodbye, aaron.”
and with that, you were gone. aaron had lost you like the leaves on a tree, like the petals on a flower, like the warmth of summer during the winter.
he had lost you for good this time.
#aaron hotchner#hotch#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotch imagine#aaron hotch fanfiction#aaron hotch x you#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotchner angst#criminal minds#criminal minds x you#criminal minds fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction
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sk8ergirl
aaron hotchner x fem!super star!reader
summary : when aaron and haley were young, they were on and off. during one off the ‘offs’ aaron met her. 10 years later, she’s famous, and he’s stuck unhappy in a marriage that was more out of convenience then love.
takes place during : season 1
warnings : some of the songs / bands i bring up don’t exactly… exist in 2005, but i love them, i love hotch, and i love angst so it’s ok.
word count : 931
“spence please come with me to this concert” jj pleaded with the brunette, who just shrugged.
“i’ve never heard of the artist- plus gideon and i are going to have a chess match soon. just invite elle, i’m sure she will go with you.” he responded, eyes not leaving the chess board in front of him.
“elle’s busy this weekend, so is morgan! i don’t want to have to ask hotch, not while haley is pregnant!” the blonde whined.
“ask hotch what?” aaron asked, appearing in the bullpen out from his office, staring down at jj with the same expression as always.
“oh! sir- hi, uh, i just have tickets to a concert this weekend but no one to go with..”
“what artist? it may be one haley likes if you’d like to go with her.”
“(y/n)! she’s actually from the same area you are maybe you kn-“
hotch froze. ignoring everything else jj said he quickly left to go to his office.
it didn’t take a fool to put the pieces together, and the question rang out in his head. were you a musician now? you followed your dreams after moving away.. you really did it.
he wanted to know more, he needed to know more. but he couldn’t call in penelope to learn more, if he asked penelope then he ran the risk of the team knowing.
despite jj’s mockery, hotch did know how to work a computer, and how to search up things online. as hotch researched you now, he realised you had an album named after him. well, maybe not him exactly, but ‘AHH.’ seemed a bit too close to the “aaron ‘hotch’ hotchner” you used to date.
scrolling through the list of 20 songs, he noticed it was a breakup album, full of hate and feelings of betrayal.
looking at the first song, hotch was shocked. “‘circles ft. pierce the veil’?” he asked out loud. pierce was a big band, he knew that much. he had heard jj talking of them to derek before. the lyrics felt more like a love song, yet hotch could read into the tone, how you always reffered to you and him as ‘running’, trying to escape something. escape haley.
the next track, ‘girlfriend ft. avril lavigne’. hotch didn’t even have to look at the lyrics to know what it was about- it was a diss to haley. once again, you were angry. you had every right to be angry, though hotch couldn’t even begin to understand why you blamed haley. hotch was the one who left you, haley never forced him. he was the bad guy, not haley.
as he kept reading the tracks, he realised more and more how he had hurt you. songs featuring eminem, paramore, my chemical romance, weezer, alanis morissette, the used, the offspring, and fall out boy. alanis morissette. you used to rave about her album ‘jagged little pill’ to him when you were laying in his bed, bodies as close as could be.
the main track, ‘sk8ergirl’, was what really did it for him. what story were you telling? you were happy with someone else? or was it from the point of view of 17 year old you? a boy and a girl, extremely obvious about how they were in love but never ended up together. the boy was a bitch, basically. and so the girl went on and fell in love with a rockstar. were you calling aaron a bitch, and boosting your own ego like that? or was it a swapped gender roles, to make it less obvious? aaron couldn’t tell.
no matter what the song was written about, aaron had hurt you. and you took it out in the only way you knew how; music. aaron joined theatre to gain haleys attention, you wrote songs about him to let off some steam; maybe even gain his attention. but no matter how much steam you let off, aaron was still with haley, and you were still alone, with that red and black fender squire stratocaster you had so proudly shown hotch when you were seniors, the one you put together yourself. the red grain pickguard was your favourite feature of the whole guitar, hotch remembering so clearly how you ranted on and on.
‘no no- most strats are one basic colour for this area here, the pickguard. this is a grain! it has a cool pattern!’ you had told him, smiling widely as you pointed out the features on your guitar. ‘i want to get a bass that’s the exact opposite! red grain body, black pickguard. wouldn’t that be so cool? you should learn bass, then we could play together! i’m writing up this song right now, think i’m gonna call it “i’m with you”, the bass part is pretty simple!’
‘i’m with you’. fourth track. a love song. you had kept it in the album? you had published a song so clearly written about aaron? he could still remember you softly humming the melody, still not fully having worked out the lyrics. it was about being alone - something like standing on a bridge, no one looking for you - when someone comes to your rescue and saves you from that darkness.
“you still released it, even though you’re alone.” hotch hummed to himself, continuing to search you up.
single.
never married.
no kids.
doesn’t party much.
still went out skating constantly.
said in an interview you were ‘still caught in the whirlwind romance of high school’.
caught in the ‘betrayal of it all’.
you really were the sk8ergirl, weren’t you?
#fanfic#fanfiction#aaron hotch fanfiction#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch imagine#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch fluff#hotchner x reader#hotch#i love hotch#aaron hotchner is my husband#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotch hotchner#aaron hotchner imagine#aaron hotchner fanfiction#aaron hotchner fluff#criminal minds#derek morgan#spencer reid#jennifer jareau#penelope garcia#x reader
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ok, i’ve done some thinking and like- i understand the ron anderson hate but i also cant help but being a ron anderson apologist.
i’ll put my thoughts this way:
you got a s/o
and an abusive dad
and really one other friend
suddenly, a new kid shows up and changes everything
bad shit starts happening
your s/o starts hanging out with the new kid more and more
ur alcoholic crazy dad gets into a fight with the new kids dad - your dad dies.
then ur s/o disappears
then shit really hits the fan,,, and you’ve got to risk your damn life
then your little brother dies
then your mothers next.
now your an orphan and it all started with this new kids arrival.
so you’re angry, of course you would be
and you’re also grieving the loss of your remaining family
ur a teenager living in the zombie apocalypse you wont be thinking straight because atp nothing makes sense anymore.
so what do u do? raise a gun at the man who started all of this in the first fucking place: rick grimes.
and when you get taken down, your finger that was on the trigger accidentally pulls it.
so do i love ron anderson? no. he hurt my bbg carl. but do i see his side of things and sympathize for him? yes. of course i do. is that wrong? no fucking clue.
#carl grimes#rick grimes#the walking dead#twd#glenn rhee#maggie rhee#michonne grimes#ron anderson#bro i love carl grimes#carl grimes is so babygirl#bro i miss him#bro i love him#bambis thoughts 🦌
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domesticity
aaron hotchner x fem!wife reader
summary : aaron wasn’t always the doting husband, and jack wasn’t always the sweet son- but somewhere along the line they became just that
takes place during : literally anytime you want after haley dies (i like imagining it’s s7 hotch)
warnings : none, it’s literally just fluff 🤧
word count : 396
it was late. far later then you should be up. but you promised jack he could stay awake until aaron returned home. that was supposed to be three hours ago, and now it was one in the morning and you stood there groggily making bagel bites for your lovely son.
five minutes after the snack was ready, hotch burst through the door, breath heavy as if he had just ran up from the driveway into the small house.
you had moved about two years ago out of hotch’s apartment, finally ready to let go of all the horrors that had gone down there. you decided to move into your childhood home, your parents eagerly ready to part with it and move somewhere warm - like florida.
there was something so soothing to hotch about living in your childhood home. he loved the way he could finally see into your life before you met. hotch was so ready to settle down again, maybe try to re-start the family he attempted to build with haley.
you loved watching aaron sit down at the counter and smile as jack rambled on about your long day. how he had a soccer tournament, and it’s ok that his dad missed it because you were there- and he actually called you his mom. you were ready to cry. then, you two went home and watched two harry potter movies (you now only had the deathly hallows pt 1 + 2, but you promised aaron you’d watch those with him), and then you settled down for the long haul of waiting. jack would never admit that he fell asleep only half an hour before hotch arrived, he boasted that he lasted the whole night.
somewhere along the line, and you definitely weren’t sure when, being aaron hotchners little best friend turned into being his wife. somewhere along the line, jack not even wanting to look you in the eyes became him falling asleep on your chest. and somewhere along the line, tough aaron hotchner who slept in his office and wouldn’t open up became soft, sweet aaron, who’d sleep in late on sunday’s only for jack to pounce on him, and would come home after an unusual disturbing case and just hold you. the wild hotchner you had first met became the domestic aaron who you fell in love with.
#aaron hotchner#aaron hotch fluff#domestic aaron hotchner#aaron hotch imagine#aaron hotch x reader#aaron hotch fanfiction#aaron hotch fic#aaron hotch x you#jack hotchner#agent hotchner#ssa hotchner#hotchner x reader#x reader#fanfiction#fanfic#criminal minds#fluff
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me, a supposed writer, when i can’t find the very specific scenario i made up in my head in any fanfic: am i- am i supposed to write it myself??
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mr scratch
aaron hotchner x fem!BAU!wife reader
summary : sweet, strong, husband aaron hotchner during / after mr scratch
takes place during : s10 + s12 (an onwards)
warnings : talks of hallucinations, death, drugging
word count : 302
aaron hotchner who after mr scratch couldn’t sleep right - you’d catch him walking in the halls, in a daze
aaron who doesnt trust himself alone with jack because what if something went wrong. what if
aaron who at first couldn’t even sleep next you you. your own husband, afraid of what he’d do to you
aaron who you found on the ground after being drugged, disoriented and rambling
at first he pulls his gun on you, and you freeze.
after much convincing the poor man collapsed, crying and apologizing to you about how he would never hurt you ever and he can’t ever forgive himself
aaron who quickly realized that mr scratch would never surrender, so why did he? but you wouldn’t listen and just forced him to get checked out
aaron who you held in the ambulance so tight he felt suffocated, but all you could think about was your sweet husband alone with that killer
aaron who took weeks to tell you what he hallucinated - you dead just like haley, and jack an orphan
aaron who eventually goes into witness protection but urges you not to (you go anyways, jack is your son too even if it’s not biological)
aaron who almost forces you to go back to the BAU, because somehow on the job you always were home and even off the job he never was
aaron who just watches you play with jack so sweetly he can’t help but be grateful he retired just because he gets to watch moments like these
aaron who eventually stops having nightmares about scratch, but he wont admit to that. wont even admit to ever having nightmares
aaron who grew closer to you after scratch, and after witness protection - after all of it. but closer is better for him.
#aaron hotchner#agent hotchner#ssa hotchner#aaron hotch fic#aaron hotch x reader#hotch#aaron hotch imagine#aaron hotch fanfiction#aaron hotch x you#aaron hotch fluff#aaron hotch hotchner#criminal minds#fanfiction#fanfic#aaron hotchner is my husband#i love hotch#domestic aaron hotchner
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clean
carl grimes x fem!reader
summary : you were always there for carl, now it was his turn to be there for you.
takes place during : somewhere between s5 and s6
warnings : mentions of self harm, mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of attempted sa, mentions of death, lots of mental health talk, talk of relapsing
word count : 1,137
extra : this one is just really dark, really dark. and it talks a lot about possible triggering topics, so please do not read if any of those things could possibly trigger you!
it had been three weeks since you came to alexandria. three weeks since that awful night. three weeks clean. the burning feeling was still there. so were the thoughts that maybe you’d be better off dead. but he was also there. and hopefully, he’d always be there.
then it was four weeks - a whole month - clean. four weeks in alexandria. four weeks with him.
then it had been five weeks. then six. the seven. then it was two months.
judith was growing up, rick and michonne had something going on, carol was baking. the residents of alexandria were treating you and your group like you truly belonged. everything was going well.
then, ron’s dad died. and he got angry, he got really angry. he would rant to you for hours on end, raging at carl for ‘ruining’ his life. you weren’t sure if ron knew how close you and carl really were - how your moms were best friends in high school and got pregnant around the same time, how you watched carl grow up from the moment he was born (you were born just three days earlier and constantly reminded him), and how carl refused to leave you behind when the apocalypse started. maybe ron didn’t know, maybe he simply assumed you and carl were friends because you were in the same group together. or maybe he did know, and he enjoyed being the one to take up half your time, because you were the one thing he could take from carl.
you were able to contain ron, at least a decent amount. you stopped him from hurting people, mostly himself. you knew the boys would quarrel every chance they got though. you knew when they were in the garage they were fighting. you knew it all. but you didn’t know ron would snap. you didn’t know that walkers would break into alexandria. you didn’t know ron had a gun, and you didn’t know he would shoot carl.
you didnt know you cared so much about carl. that he was the one reason you were able to stay clean for two months. but you did know he would get better, he always did. carl was the type to always bounce back, even if others couldnt. after that night… the night you found daryl… carl bounced back. you couldnt, but carl could. no matter how many times you showered, or took a bath, or went swimming, you were never clean enough. you could still feel his hands all over you.
carl thought he knew a lot, just like you. but he didn’t know the pain you were in. he knew when you were younger what you delt with, he knew that you weren’t always the happiest kid. but he thought you were getting better. you two celebrated two months being clean.
he thought a lot of things.
while he was getting better, though in pain, he made sure that he focused more on you then himself. you would do the same for him, that he knew for sure.
another thing he thought he knew, but was so wrong about, was that you had moved past that night. he tried, he truly did. he could remember the fear he felt as if it was yesterday, but that was all he could remember. he blocked the rest out. he thought you had done the same. fear was something everyone had gotten used to the past few months, if you weren’t scared were you really human? if you weren’t scared, how different were you from the walkers?
you were scared. all you were was scared. carl knew that.
but he didn’t know that you weren’t two months clean. you weren’t even a week clean.
“carl?” your voice snapped him out of his daze, how long had he been drifting off? was he ever even asleep - hell, were you? there you were, lying in his arms, but he couldn’t even remember if you were sleeping or not. probably not, based off of the tone of voice you used.
you had been crying.
“carl, are you awake?” you asked, and he could feel your body turn as you moved to face him.
“yeah, i’m awake. what’s wrong?” he asked, eyes softening as he recognized your puffy eyes and the redness around your nose.
“i’ve been lying. i’m just a big liar.” you sobbed, clutching his shirt as you cried harder while speaking.
“what? what do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows now furrowed out of confusion.
“i’m not two months clean - hell i’m not even a week clean! i try so hard to be clean, but i just can’t forget that night. that godawful night. i try so hard - really, please believe me, i do… but i just can’t.”
“it’s ok… you don’t have to apologize, and please trust me - i believe you. you know i’ll always believe you, right?”
“why do ya believe me… always? darlin’… all i do is create trouble! it’s like im a walking bad luck charm.” you cried a little louder, and held onto carl a little tighter.
curse that accent you were slowly picking up from being around his father constantly, because if it weren’t for that accent he’d be able to think like a normal human being, and comfort you in the ways he knew you needed. but because of that damn accent, all he wanted to do was kiss his sweet, caring, and sad best friend and hold you as close and as tight as possible to protect you from all the bad in the world.
“i - how do i prove to you how much i care for you? how do i even begin to prove that as long as you’re not planin’ to hurt yourself in ways that you’ll never heal from, it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been clean?”
“it don’t matter?”
“no. as long as i wake up tomorrow and you’re breathing, it don’t matter. just please, next time you ever wanna hurt yourself, come to me first? let me help you. i know, you don’t think you deserve it, but i love ya. i need you safe. i think i’d go crazy if you weren’t here.”
“i promise..” you mumbled, slowly loosening your grip on carls shirt, though he tightened the grip of his arms around your waist, subsequently pulling you closer.
“get some sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” he sighed before placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
“okay” you murmured before falling asleep in the brunettes arms.
it had been two months since you arrived in alexandria. two months since that wretched night. but 2 days clean. the burning feeling had subsided though. so had the thoughts that maybe you’d be better off dead. he was also there. he’d always be there.
#carl grimes x reader#carl grimes#carl grimes fanfiction#carl grimes imagine#carl grimes angst#carl grimes fluff#rick grimes#michonne grimes#judith grimes#ron anderson#twd#the walking dead x reader#the walking dead fanfiction#the walking dead#mental health
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I love how Pacific Rim came out like 9 years ago but it had such a chokehold on neurodivergent queer ppl that we were just like "ok I guess this is the best movie ever made now"
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just finished the new ant man movie, wondering when shane will make his mcu debut
#shane medej#ryan bergara#shane and ryan#we are watcher#watcher#carlgrimesloverr#ant man and the wasp quantumania#ant man#marvel#mcu#bambis thoughts 🦌
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if carl grimes was alive in 2023, he’d use memes like:
and he’d use them unironically. like he’d post them to his instagram story so often that enid would violently rip his phone from his hands and scold him. rick and michonne would be so confused when they’d see some dumb like:
and they’d have to ask glenn (who’d have to ask maggie, who would have to ask beth [who might possibly have to ask noah]) what carl means by that.
that’s all.
goodnight.
#carl grimes#carl grimes fanfiction#carl grimes is so babygirl#carl grimes headcanons#rick grimes#michonne grimes#grimes#glenn rhee#maggie rhee#beth greene#noah twd#the walking dead#twd#the walking dead fanfiction#i miss carl grimes so much it should be illegal#bro i love carl grimes#fanfic#fanfiction#headcanon#bambis thoughts 🦌
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fight for me
carl grimes x fem!dixon!reader
summary : carl and ron get into a fight, and you’re stuck being the one to scold carl
takes place during : somewhere between s5 and s6
warnings : mentions of fighting
word count : 637
you stood across from carl, staring down at him as he sat on his bed, eyes trained on his bloodied knuckles.
“what were you thinking?” you asked, sighing.
“he was bad mouthing you.” carl grumbled, keeping his face pointed down towards his hands as he fidgeted with them.
“and?”
“and when i told him to stop, he pushed me.”
“so you punched him?”
“yeah. he wouldn’t shut up.”
“i don’t need you fighting for me carl - hell i don’t want you fighting for me!”
“you don’t know the shit he was saying about you! he was talking as if you weren’t a human being with feelings!”
“i wasn’t there carl, it doesn’t matter what he said about me. frankly, i don’t care what he said. words don’t hurt the same was a fucking punch does.”
“i care what he says, don’t you get that? what he said annoyed me.”
you huffed, trying not to let your anger take ahold of you. of course carl would attack anyone who hurt you physically or verbally, that’s just who he was. you knew that.
“ok.. i’m sorry. but hey, i don’t want you going out and getting in trouble all for me - cause now i feel bad for causing all this. plus, you know i can handle someone shit talking me.” you sighed, sitting down next to the teen boy on his bed.
finally, carl raised his eyes to meet yours and smiled slightly. “you remember what you told me the first time we met?” he asked, chuckling softly to himself.
“no…? should i? it was a crazy time you know - i mean… i had just lost my mom and somehow gained my dad? what’d i say?” you asked, confusing lacing your voice and you tried to recall the memory.
you could remember just about everything when it came to meeting carl - the blaring traffic horns, the traffic that never seemed to end, crying babies, your father and uncle shouting at each other as you cupped your ears with your hands whilst hiding in the backseat. you could recall looking out the window and seeing carl with his mother and shane standing across from carol and sophia, talking about something random. carl had spotted you too, and smiled. at the time you couldn’t quite place the feeling that smile gave you, but now you know it was a feeling of safety.
“you asked me that if it ever got bad, if i would fight for you. and i told you yes, with everything i had.”
now you could remember it, you could remember it as if it was yesterday. your father was shouting at shane for pulling a gun on merle (who was trying to start something with t-dog because apparently t-dog gave him a weird look), and a fight had broke out. it was still early on in the apocalypse, maybe the second or third week. you hadn’t spoken to carl much, he was mourning his dad and you were mourning your mom. but somehow, he ended up in front of you, arm out in front of you in some attempt to keep you safe. afterwards, when your dad and shane had stopped fighting, you and carl sat next to each other for a bit and began to finally talk.
“i almost forgot about that… everything was almost normal back then. more normal than it is now. back when we had them, it was normal, wasn’t it?”
“had who?”
“jacqui, andrea, amy, t-dog… merle.”
“i don’t think it’ll ever be normal again.”
“which is exactly why you shouldn’t go starting shit and ruin things more!” you scolded, slighting hitting carl on the shoulder.
carl laughed, rolling his eyes.
“but, i do think it’s cute.” you added.
“what’s cute?”
“how you want to fight for me.”
#carl grimes#carl grimes x reader#glenn rhee#maggie rhee#rick grimes#ron anderson#merle dixon#daryl dixon#carol petelier#michonne grimes#the walking dead#twd#fanfiction#fanfic#bro i love carl grimes#i miss carl grimes so much it should be illegal#he’s so cute
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