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celandeline · 3 days

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I'm thinking about Carl being insecure about his eye. y/n found a way to comfort him. Imagine what comic Lydia did, LOL. But just write whatever you like

i got a little carried away with this one, so it's going to be a two-parter (sorry)

also- comic Lydia sticking her tongue in his eye socket haunts me like the plague because i can't decide if it's disgusting, or i too, would do that given the opportunity

Believe Me

Carl Grimes X Reader [part two]

You always make a point to see Aaron off when he’s about to leave to go recruiting. You know that he can handle himself, that he’s done this a million times before, that Daryl would never leave him behind, even if things got sticky - but you never know. Coming back alive is never guaranteed.

You hold his bag for him while he fumbles with the car keys until it unlocks. “You’re sure you don’t want to take anything else? Another water bottle? More protein bars?”

He turns around to take his pack from you with a smile. “We’re only going to be gone for two days, I think I’ll be alright with just this.”

The rumble of Daryls bike announces his presence before he rolls up beside the car, stopping. “Y’ready?” He gruffs.

“Almost.” He tosses his bag into the passenger seat before turning to back to you with open arms. “Give me a hug.”

You squish yourself into his chest, and squeeze him as tight as you can. “Bye Dad. Be safe.”

You feel him swallow, and hold you a little tighter. Calling him Dad is still a little new, and it makes him tear up a little more often than not. He’s not your biological father - no, your biological parents died years ago at this point - but he has become a father to you, ever since you started living with him and Eric.

“You too.” He says, pulling back to look you in the eye. “And make sure Eric doesn’t try the stairs alone again please. He’s not as good at maneuvering in that boot as he thinks he is.”

You grin, and jokingly salute. “Yes sir.”

He slips into the driver's seat, and then he and Daryl are pulling away, heading towards the gates. You watch them go until they round the corner, and try to put your nerves to rest. The sound of plastic wheels on the sidewalk is a welcome distraction, and you turn around to see Carl pushing Judith along in the stroller.

He smiles when you turn around, and you return the gesture. “They’re going out again?” He asks, nodding in the direction your dad and Daryl went.

“Yeah.” You say. “Only for a couple days this time, but you know.” You never really know when you’re coming back. If you’re coming back.

He nods, and Judith gurgles happily in her stroller, reaching for the hem of your shirt. “You wanna join?” He asks. “M’ just taking her around the cul de sac before I bring her home for her nap.”

“Sure.” You say, welcoming the distraction from worrying about if this is the time that Aaron doesn’t come back. You fall into step beside Carl as he pushes the stroller along, following the sidewalk, passing by the houses of friends and neighbors. It’s quiet, the middle of the day with most of the adults at work - whatever that may be. It almost feels like you, Carl, and Judith are the only people in this whole town.

“You think you’re gonna do that?” Carl asks. “Go recruiting with Aaron when they decide we’re old enough for real jobs?”

“I don’t know.” You say, honestly. “I mean, I guess I wouldn’t worry so much if I was with him, but then Eric would worry twice as much. And I don’t have a whole lot of experience out there - I was only on my own for a couple of months before Aaron found me and brought me here. You’d be good though,” You glance over at him. “I mean, you’ve got loads of experience out in the real world.”

He shakes his head. “Nah- I mean, yeah I’m experienced, but I don’t think they want the kid with the mangled face being the one to go make first impressions on new people.” He grins, halfheartedly joking, “Don’t want to scare ‘em off.”

“Huh?” You laugh, looking over at him. “What’re you talking about?”

He rolls his eye. “C’mon.” He says. “I know what I look like. Sending the ugly guy out there to try and recruit people probably isn’t the best image for our group.”

“Carl.” You say, brow furrowing. “Do you know what you look like?” You’re so confused - sure, he’s missing an eye, but he’s still the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen. The eye that he still has is the kind of blue that makes you think of the sky on a sunny day, and you’d kill for hair like his - long and silky and a dark brown that makes his blue eye stand out even more. He looks like a fairy tale prince.

He glances at you. “You’re looking at me like I’m stupid.”

You laugh. “I mean how could you not be, when-”

“Wow, thanks.” He snarks, cutting you off.

“Shut up.” You say, knocking your shoulder into his. “I was trying to say that you’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, before you interrupted me.”

You words hang in the air, and he looks steadfastly ahead. The only sounds are the plastic stroller wheels rolling on the sidewalk, and Judith’s occasional little noises. You can see a blush rising to his cheeks, and bite your lip to stop yourself from smiling, lest he think you’re making fun of him.

“You’re just saying that ‘cause we’re friends, and you’re trying to be nice.” He says.

“‘M not.” You insist. “It’s true - you’re really pretty, Carl.”

He still won’t look at you. “Half my face is just a hole.”

“Which just makes you look cool and badass.” You say, trying to peer around his curtain of hair to get him to look at you. He still won’t look at you, and the redness on his face has only gotten worse. “You still don’t believe me.”

He shakes his head, slowing as you reach the steps up to the porch of his house. He walks around to the front of the stroller to unbuckle Judith and lift her out of the seat. She slumps against his shoulder, obviously ready for her nap. “Um.” Carl looks down at the stroller. “Could you-?”

“Gotcha.” You say, folding up the stroller and carrying it up the porch steps after Carl. He opens the door and you follow him inside, gently kicking it shut behind you. “Where-?”

“Uh, we usually just leave it by the door.” He says over his shoulder as he starts up the stairs. “Let me just put her down-” He disappears around the bend in the landing, and you prop the folded stroller against the wall next to the door. You loiter at the bottom of the stairs until Carl appears at the top again, still a little pink.

He comes down the steps and leads the way into the living room, towards the couch. You plop down onto the sofa, turned to face him next to you. “So-”

“Can we talk about something else?”

“No.” You grin. “Not until you believe me.”

He rolls his eye. “Fine. I believe you.”

“I mean really believe me.” You say. “What’s it going to take?”

“I don’t know.”

“Fine.” You say. “Where’s the nearest mirror?”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes.”

He pauses for a moment before responding. “I have one in my room.”

You get up from the couch and creep upstairs, careful to keep quiet so as to not wake Judith, Carl a reluctant half step behind you. He points you in the direction of his room, and you slip inside, holding the door open for him before shutting it quietly. The mirror isn’t anything special, just a rectangle of glass hanging above the dresser, but you grin at the sight of it anyway.

Grabbing him by the shoulders, you steer him in front of the mirror, watching over his shoulder. “See?”

“Yup.” He says, unenthused. “I see this every day, actually.”

“Apparently not.” You say, moving a hand from his shoulder to gently play with his hair. “I mean, look at this.” You hold the lock up in front of his gaze. “Your hair is gorgeous. And-” You drop his hair in favor of softly holding his jaw, turning his head so that his jawline is more prominent. “This.” You run a finger along the line of his jaw. “This too.” You turn his head again so that you can sweep your touch over the bridge of his nose. “And of course,” You thumb over his cheek, tapping each of his freckles. Your hand still on his cheek, you grin at him in the mirror. “You’re blushing.”

“What are you doing?” He asks, soft.

“Showing you.” You say.

“Why?”

“Because you should know.” You say. “And it’s personally offensive when you say you’re ugly, because that means you think the guy I’ve been flirting with is a total dud.”

It takes him a minute to process it, and you can see it in his eye when he puts it together. “You’ve been flirting with me?”

“Maybe you are stupid.” You muse.

You didn’t think it was possible, but he turns even more red. “I don’t- really? Me? Why?”

“Jesus Christ Carl, how far am I going to have to go before you believe that I like you.” You laugh.

He makes eye contact with you through the mirror. “As far as you want.”

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #twd #the walking dead

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twdfranchise · 2 days

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THE WALKING DEAD (2010-2022) 8.09 ✩ Honor

#carl grimes #carlgrimesedit #the walking dead #twdedit #twddaily #horroredit #tvedit #popcultureds #televisiongifs #tvarchive #*#tuserjw #userzo #tuserhan #userpayton #jokerous #tuserjack

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coolpartytimefan · 1 month

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Michonne + Cat 🐈 - TOWL s1.6 / TWD s7.10, s3.12

#the one who lives #the walking dead #towl spoilers #michonne #the ones who live spoilers #towledit #twdedit #twd thce ones who live #michonne cat #towl #twd #parallels #richonne #rick grimes #carl grimes #twddaily #my edit

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frost-queen · 5 months

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Bodyguarded (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

Requested by: Anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: Reader is Rick's younger sister. You're very sweet with a sharp tongue which Shane doesn't seem to like. Shane keeps bothering you as he finds you cocky. To your surprise is Daryl always around to keep Shane away from you eventhough he doesn't like you, right? [ read part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

A basket got dropped beside you. It made you look up from your crouched position. – “Seriously?” – you called out at Shane. – “You couldn’t have dropped this ten minutes ago? We are almost finished.” – you went on. Shane exhaled loud wiping his hand down his mouth. – “Why do you always have to open your big mouth.” – he replied with a soft glare. You slapped the shirt in your hand down in the water as some water splashed up. Getting all worked up by how he threated you.

Shane watched as you got up but before you could do anything had Carol jumped up with you. Moving her hands in front of you to hold you back. One look of her was enough to make you settle down. – “Just do as you are told!” – he ordered finding himself amusing. You clenched your jaw, pushing with your body against Carol’s arms as they kept you in place. Shane scoffed funnily before walking off. Sighing loud lowered Carol her arms from around her.

“Come on Y/n.” – she said softly with a gentle nod. You took another deep breath squatting down again. – “I just don’t understand why he brought this now. He knew he had laundry ten minutes ago, didn’t he.” – you spoke trying to understand why he would taunt you like this. Carol took out a shirt, splashing it into the water. – “Let’s finish this up together.”

Carol and you washed the rest of Shane’s clothing. Obeying to what you have been told. When you were done you went back with Carol to the camp. You went over to Glenn handing him his clothes back. – “Aw sweet Y/n!” – he said bowing to you as a thank you. It made you smile back. You then went over to the campfire where Daryl sat munching on some meat. You gestured in silence to his clothing, moving them up in your hands.

Daryl gave you a brief glance before continue to ignore you. You wanted to place it down as Daryl suddenly pointed at his tent. You nodded back making your way over to his tent to lay it down in the front. You barely got up when you felt two arms wrap tightly around you. It startled you making you squeak loudly. Recognizing the arms around you, you eased up.

“Do that again sweetheart I like the way you sound.” – you heard Carol’s husband comment at you. Daryl spitted on the ground turning his gaze towards him in a tight clench. You turned around glaring at him for even saying such a thing in front of Carl. Carl was still hugging you as you held your hands against his back.

Carol gave you a look of sympathy wishing she could do something against her husband’s behaviour. You turned your attention down to your nephew. You led him away from everyone. – “Stay close with him!” – you heard Shane call out to you. You looked briefly over your shoulder seeing him stand by the car, elbow leaning against the open door. You simply turned back to the front as Shane scoffed. Finding you very cocky and thinking you were full of attitude when you honestly weren’t.

You just never understood why Shane was like this towards you. Carl and you made your way towards the woods a bit drifting away from the others. – “Auntie Y/n.” – Carl said as you hummed loud as a reply. Carl jumped on top of a log balancing his way across. You remained by his side in case he lost his balance. Carl hopped off joining your side. He picked up a stick, swaying it around. – “Do you still think about dad?” – he asked as it made you stop shocked. Then you turned around to him with a sweet smile.

“Everyday little one.” – you answered stroking his cheek. Your motion slowed down feeling a sudden wave of sadness. Thinking back about your brother Rick made you emotional. Carl noticed how glossy your eyes had become. – “Sorry auntie Y/n… I didn’t mean to make you sad.” – he said feeling guilty of ever asking it. You sniffed loud, blinking your tears away. – “Don’t worry about it Carl.” – you told him with a laugh.

You straightened your posture pulling him close to your body for a hug. – “If you ever want to talk about your dad and feel like you have no one to turn to, you come to me.” – you said hugging him tightly. Some twigs snapped as it didn��t make you respond quickly enough. Before you knew it had someone grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Carl. – “I told you to stay close!” – it was Shane who yelled at you. Holding you roughly by the elbow.

“Do you want to put Carl in danger?” – he continued shaking at your elbow. – “Do you think you can save Carl from any walkers?” – he laughed once mockingly. – “Let her go!” – Carl called out running up to Shane to pound his fists against his chest. – “Go to your mother Carl!” – Shane made clear pushing Carl off him. – “Don’t talk to him like that!” – you answered loudly.

Shane’s face contracted with anger. He grabbed you by your neck, pushing your head down. – “I am so done with your attitude Y/n!” – he responded pulling you with him. – “No! leave her alone!” – Carl shouted at him. – “Go to your mother Carl!” – Shane roared out. Carl turned around taking a run for it while wiping his tears away.

“Shane let me go!” – you screamed trying to get his grip from on your neck. He puffed loud pushing you down onto the ground. Body hitting the ground and rolling a bit over. – “I’ve had it with you Y/n!” – he made clear pacing around. Wiping his chin. Breezing around like a hungry wolf. – “I don’t want you near him anymore. You are a bad influence.” – he spoke rubbing his hand over his head. You scoffed shockingly with an amusing undertone. – “I’m sorry. Boss!” – you snapped at him sarcastically.

Shane puffed his chest up slightly raising his hand till he stopped. Eyes widening at the feeling at the back of his head. – “You raise that hand of yours and I’ll shoot.” – you heard come from behind him. Leaning a bit to the side, you saw Daryl stand behind Shane with his crossbow against the back of his head. Shane lowered his hand again with a grunt.

Daryl moved his crossbow slightly to the side, right over his shoulder. An arrow fired. With a zap it found it’s target. Seconds later the sound of a corpse dropping. You had gasped looking over your shoulder to see the last of a walker drop down. – “Next one will be through your head.” – Daryl whispered to Shane. Shane moved storming off.

Daryl lowered his crossbow stepping over to you. He lowered his hand to you, looking away. Hesitantly you took it allowing him to pull you back up to your feet. – “Tha-“ – you started cut off by Daryl walking off. Taking a few deep breaths, you returned afterwards back to camp. Lori looked at you concerned holding Carl against her side. You simply smiled faintly at her to show her it was all right. You didn’t want her to worry. You took refuge in your tent needing time alone.

At nightfall some were sitting around the campfire. You sat near Glenn laughing silently at some funny things he said. You stopped laughing seeing Shane seemingly make his way over to you. He neared and before he could take another step had Daryl gotten up from his seat near you. His gaze stern, posture grand. Carol watched Daryl pressing her lips amusingly together.

Shane puffed with a shake of his head, turning back around. You were looking at Daryl, questionable when your eyes locked as he looked back at you. The contact was brief as Daryl seated himself back down as if nothing had occurred. Shyly smiling at yourself you couldn’t help but feel special that Daryl seemingly did seem to care for you. Otherwise he wouldn’t step in and just let Shane do whatever he likes around you.

Daryl noticed you were staring all smiley at him, making him shift his posture more away from you. You smiled looking down making briefly eye contact with Carol across the fire. Instantly you snorted knowing she was probably thinking the same. Glenn went on to talk to you as if nothing had happened.

After a few days you started to notice Daryl was more around you. Always near to keep a close eye on Shane. Whenever he even made the slightest movement towards you, he made one little movement to let Shane know if he even tried he’d be face to face with him. One day you decided to tease him about it. You were in the woods with Carol, Lori and Carl further down as you made your way over to Daryl who was keeping a watchful eye on you all.

Daryl looked uncomfortable away when you neared. – “Daryl.” – you said to greet him. – “Y/n.” – he mumbled back, looking around as if searching for walkers. You weren’t getting much out of him further so you decided to prank him. Suddenly you gasped loud as if startled. It made Daryl turn his head concerned to you. – “Is that Shane?” – you called out making Daryl turn his head again to look in the direction you were looking.

He immediately took a defensive pose before you, almost grabbing for his crossbow. When he noticed he was looking at nothing, he sighed loud. – “Damn it Y/n!” – he grunted out. – “Do you think this is funny?” – he asked looking your way. – “I do when you get so protective over me.” – you responded with a smile. Daryl rolled with his eyes. – “Like hell I care.” – he outed sounding annoyed.

You kept looking all smiley at him making it almost impossible for him to keep himself from looking back at you. – “I think you do care. Otherwise you wouldn’t keep Shane away from me.” – you told him. Daryl puffed loud. – “Maybe I just don’t like him.” – he responded with half a shrug. – “Or you just very much like me?” – you teased grabbing him by his shirt.

Daryl swallowed nervously when your noses almost touched. Daryl’s expression softened around you. His breathing tickling your lips. His expression made you blink surprised seeing the lovey dovey’s in his eyes. He moved his hand to your cheek letting it brush against it. Before he knew it he closed the gap between your lips, kissing you hard. You hummed loud, pulling away. - "So not caring are you?" - you chuckled out. - "Shut up." - Daryl answered before shutting you up with another kiss.

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ex0rin · 2 months

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TWD: The Ones Who Live S01E03 | Bye

#the walking dead #twd towl #the ones who live #towl spoilers #michonne #michonne grimes #carl grimes #danai gurira #cara gifs #twdedit #she's an incredible actress #all that grief and joy at once #just end me tbh

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celtic-crossbow · 5 months

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-Everyone at a small gathering in Alexandria-

Carl: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.

Enid: Violently studies.

Glenn: Violently sleeps.

Maggie: Violently looks over expansion plans.

Spencer: Violently checks out Y/N.

Y/N, looks worriedly between Spencer and Daryl: Violently kisses Daryl.

Daryl: Violently stabs the head lady’s kid.

Rick: Violently worries about the previous statement.

Y/N: Violently takes Daryl home.

Rick: Violently appreciates that.

Carl: Violently wonders how that escalated so quickly.

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nerd4music · 1 month

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TWD: THE ONES WHO LIVE | S1E6: The Last Time THE WALKING DEAD | S8E1: Mercy

#twdedit #towledit #the walking dead #the ones who live #twd: the ones who live #rick grimes #rj grimes #carl grimes #towl spoilers #robbed of a rick/judy hat moment tbh #he loves his babies sm #**#*gifs #**tv

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riickgrimes · 2 months

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What did they take from you? Carl. They took Carl. I lost him again. When I got taken, I fought and I fought. Not just by trying to get away, but by how I would dream. I'd meet up with Carl in my dreams. And that's how I survived in here. Kept me alive. Then one day, he was just gone. He just left.

...

If Carl were here right now, what would he say? What would he want you to do with this new chance to be with those you love?

#the walking dead #the ones who live #twd: the ones who live #twdedit #towledit #towl spoilers #rick grimes #michonne grimes #carl grimes #mine and only mine #I CANNTTTT #THOSE SHOTS OF CARL RIPPED MY HEART OUT #OH YM GOD #THE FACT THAT RICK REALLY DID START TO FORGET CARL #THE FACT THAT MICHONNE REMINDING HIM OF CARL BROUGHT HIM BACK #once again it was carl who brought him back from the brink #RICK AND CARL WILL NEVER NOT MAKE ME SOB MY EYES OUT

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oneeyedgrimes · 6 days

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Carl: “you look very pretty today y/n”

Y/n: “how sweet of you Carl thank you“

Daryl watching from behind y/n: …

Later in the day

Y/n: “Daryl I haven’t see you all day where you been”

Daryl: “I don’ know why don’ ya go ‘nd ask Carl”

Y/n : “what- Daryl are you jealous?”

Daryl: …

Y/n “ Daryl he’s eleven?!”

Daryl mumbling: “ tha’ ain’ a excuse”

Y/n: “ he’s a kid dare”

Daryl: “ don’t matter ta’ me”

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carlplsrailme · 10 months

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"𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠" | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: as you sit bored in a supermarket with Carl, you both find a written porno and decide to recite it while dying laughing

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: suggestive talk, reference to sex, just fluff!!

request: Can you maybe do a one shot of Carl and reader reading a porno they found on a run and making fun of it or smting (this is my first time requesting something omgurrr)

"don't stop!" you cry out, grinning ear to ear as the flimsy paper rolls off your fingers and onto the slippery floor of the empty supermarket as you bark out laughing

"no- no! it's my turn!" Carl cries out as he reaches for the shiny magazine that's now flung to a different page

you slid down the counter of the checkout where you both are hiding away, well, were hiding away before a porno fell out from the cabinet, most likely from a really bored worker.

Carl flips the pages before landing and scanning through the page you were on, trying to find the place you left off

"ok..umm...oh! you're gonna take everything I give you!" his cheeks blow up with air as he tries to contain his laugh but just ends up laughing harder

"give me that!" you snatch it away from him, clearing your throat as you search for the actress in you

"yes! um.." you look back at the page

"da-...daddy?" your face scrunches up in disgust as carls face goes pale before falling back on the tile, dying as you stare at the words

"who says that?" you ask Carl but he is too busy laughing to tell you

"people- who um-" he chokes a laugh "are into that I guess"

your lip twist in disgust as you turn the page to continue

"uh- UHAAA!" you toss the magazine at him as he jumps back at your reaction

"what? what?" he crawls over to you as you fling your hand in the air

"there are stains on that page" you almost gag as your finger grazed the page and now you want nothing to do with it

"UGH EW!" Carl lunges back from you like you're infected and you look at him betrayed

"I didn't touch it!"

"then why is your hand above your head like you did?" his blue eye squints at you with fake distrust while he has playfulness oozing from all around, you grin as you position yourself to run

"fine then!" you leap and try to spread the infected hand onto him but he runs away, you chase in through isles as he tosses back empty cereal boxes and whatever he can to keep you away from him

"get away from me!" he shrills and you just laugh manically

"what are you two doing?" a gruff voice yells out behind you and you both stop dead in your tracks before turning to see Rick

"um..." you peep

"scavenging?" Carl tries and you snort a laugh and Rick snaps his glare at you

"In the car. both of you."

an: ahh happy one-year of my account guys! i LOVED this request! its always fun to do fluff <33 thank you so much! <3

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celandeline · 17 hours

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As Far As You Want

Carl Grimes X Reader [part one]

Which is how you end up looking down at Carl’s flushed face amidst the pillows of his bed, gently brushing his bangs from his face with one hand and tilting his head with the other. Slowly, carefully, with enough time to let him stop you if he wanted, you move the bandage covering his eye, sliding it off his head and placing it on the nightstand. He doesn’t protest, but you feel his hands twitch against where he’s holding onto your hips.

Underneath is exactly what you expected, and you smile, running your thumb over the bumpy scar tissue just below the socket. His face scrunches at the touch.

“Stop that.” You say.

“You don’t have to pretend- we can put the bandage back on-”

“It’s like you haven’t been listening to me this whole time.” You interrupt him.

“I’ve seen it - it’s gross-”

“And I’m telling you that I don’t care, and that I think you’re pretty anyway.” You say. “It’s just a physical representation of how badass you are.”

That gets him to smile a little. “Sure. But you’re badass too, and you don't have any scars.”

“None that you’ve seen.” You say. You hoist yourself up from where you’d planted yourself on his stomach, and start to shuck your pants off.

Carl props himself up on his elbows. “What are you doing?”

You kick your pants fully off, and turn, revealing the long scar that trails up the side of your thigh from when you’d gotten stabbed with a piece of steel rebar. It’s by no means pretty - the skin is bumpy and uneven, discolored from the scar tissue, and in some places, bubbled up and loose. You watch Carl’s eye sweep up and down your leg.

“How-?”

“Rebar.” You say, simply. “Hurt like a bitch to pull out.”

“You pulled it out yourself?”

“God no, I would have bled out.” You say, climbing back onto the bed with him, retaking your place perched on his stomach. “Aaron had found me by then - saved my ass.”

His hand wanders to your thigh again, and you let him gently trail his fingers up the length of the scar. You can’t feel it all the way - some spots are number than others - but it's nice. His eye flicks back up to yours. “It’s kinda cool looking.”

You shrug. “Not as cool as yours.”

Finally he acquiesces. “I guess.”

You smile, and lean down so that your noses are almost brushing together. “So you finally admit that you’re the prettiest boy in the whole world?”

“I didn’t say that.” He says.

“I did.” You say.

He purses his lips. “The whole world?”

“To me.” You say. “You’re the prettiest boy in the whole world to me.”

The redness returns to his face, and spreads down his neck too. “Shut up.”

“Never.” You grin. “Not when you get all-”

You don’t get to finish your sentence before his hands are sliding up from your thighs to fist into the sides of your shirt, pulling you down to him. You gasp, and then he’s kissing you, letting his grip in your shirt go lax in favor of holding you to his chest. You don’t hesitate to kiss him back around the smile growing on your lips - you’d have told him how pretty he was months ago if you’d known it would lead to this.

The blush is still there when you pull back. You smile, and he smiles back, a little sheepish. “Sorry.”

“For what?” You laugh.

“Just,” He gestures, grabbing you. “I should have asked.”

“‘S okay.” You say, leaning back in so that your lips just brush over his. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Please.” He whispers.

You crush your lips to his, bringing a hand up to caress the side of his face, gently sweeping your thumb over the scar tissue along his cheek again. You feel one of his hands slide back down to your scar, gently squeezing your thigh. It’s a little surreal, to have him under you like this, with his lips moving against yours as he deepens the kiss, licking into your mouth. It feels like a wet dream come true.

You pull back just far enough to speak. “Carl?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you want to fuck?”

He’s quiet for a minute, and you worry that you totally ruined the mood until he exhales heavily. “Fuck.” He says, a little breathy. “Really?”

You giggle against his lips. “Yeah, really.” You press another quick kiss to his mouth before pulling back to look at him. “You can say no if you don’t want to- I won’t be offended. Promise.”

“No, no I want to, but, I’ve just…” He trails off.

“You’ve just..?”

“Never. Before.”

“Really?” You’re a little surprised. “Not even with Enid when you guys were together?”

He shakes his head, a little sheepish. “She didn’t, um. The eye was too much for her.”

You caress that side of his face again, and lean down to press a kiss right on the edge of the socket. “I like it.” You say, trailing your lips from the bumpy scar tissue down the side of his face until you can nip at his earlobe.

A shiver runs up his spine, and his fingers dig into the skin of your hips. “Fuck. Okay. Yeah. Lets-”

You attach your lips to his neck with a smile, gently biting at the pale skin there. Even just that elicits a sharp breath from him, and his hands twitch against you. He turns his head, nosing into your hair as he shifts under you. It really feels like a wet dream come true when he knocks his hips into yours and you can feel the hard-on he’s been hiding.

“Oh.” You say, detaching yourself from his neck.

“What?” He already sounds debauched, just from this. If you just kissing his face and neck can get him sounding all breathy, you have no idea what he’s going to sound like when you actually get him inside of you.

“You should take your pants off.” You say, moving from your place sat on his stomach to let him out from under you.

“Right.” He says, gaze falling to your thighs as he undoes his belt, quickly shucking his jeans off and tossing them to the foot of the bed. You let your gaze sweep down his legs, and then back up to his hard-on. “These too, or..?” He thumbs at the waistband of his boxers, looking at you.

You still have your own underwear on, despite your lack of pants, and you quickly peel them off, tossing them in the same direction as Carl’s pants. “Yeah.” You say, feeling heat gather at the base of your stomach. You reach down to fumble through the pockets of your own pants you left on the floor, and pull out a single, slightly crumpled, condom.

When you sit back up, Carl’s boxers are gone and his blush is back in full force. You take a moment to soak in the sight of him before crawling back over to him and pressing the condom into his hand. “Here.”

“You just carry one around?” He asks, inspecting the foil package.

“You never know.” You grin.

Gingerly, he rips into the foil and takes the condom out, turning it over with his fingers. “I don’t…”

You take it from him, checking to make sure the right side is out, and scoot down the bed towards Carl’s dick. Gently, with your eyes on his face, you grip him by the base and roll the condom down. He sucks in a breath, and his hands twitch again.

“You’ve done this before?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You say, positioning yourself so you’re straddling his legs, and sliding one hand up his side to ruck his shirt up, revealing his stomach. “Enid wouldn’t have sex with Ron either.”

He laughs, but it turns into a moan when you lick a long stripe up his stomach as you crawl up his body. You brush your hips over his, eyes scanning his face as he looks up at you. For good measure, you press a kiss to his eye socket, and then kiss under his working eye as well.

He slips his hands underneath your shirt, holding your waist as you rise up onto your knees. You place one hand on his chest, and reach the other behind you to line him up. Just his tip brushing against the inside of your thigh is enough to have a little breath leave his lips. Enraptured, you watch his face as you sink down on him, grinning at the way his breath hitches and his grip turns bruising.

“Shit.” He breathes.

You lean down, planting your elbows on either side of his face, smiling. “Good?”

“Yeah.” He says, tiltling his head up to catch your lips in a kiss. “Really good.”

Sitting back up, you begin to roll your hips, watching his stomach flatten as he sucks in a breath. You move his hands from where they’re holding onto your waist, instead placing them on your hips, letting him guide your movements. His fingers dig into your skin, and his hips start to kick up into yours as he tips his head back into the pillows.

Slowly, you pick up the pace, planting your own hands on his chest for leverage as you start to bounce. Carl’s breath begins to come in pants as you work yourself up and down, and his eye flutters shut. “Fuck.” His voice is breathy, bordering on a whine. He sounds utterly wrecked, and you’ve only just started.

“God,” You say, your own breathing starting to pick up. “You are so pretty, it’s unfair.” He looks almost angelic, his hair feathered out amongst the pillows, face screwed up with pleasure as you ride him.

He groans, low in the back of this throat. “Shut up-”

“Why?” You tease, leaning down to get in his face again. “You like it or something?”

“Yes, fucking- I like it, okay? Too much.”

You can’t help the smile that breaks out across your face. Finally. Finally, after all the needling and poking and trading scars, he’s done protesting. Finally, he can accept that he’s the most beautiful boy on the planet (at least in your mind), and enjoy it. You press your lips to his, not bothering to wait before sweeping your tongue into his mouth. He moans around the kiss, and his hands twitch against your hips again.

Pulling back from the kiss, you bury your face in the crook of his neck, letting your lips trail over the shell of his ear as you keep bouncing your hips against his. Despite his asking you to shut up, you decidedly do not, instead whispering every dirty thought that crosses your mind right into his ear. You could talk about how gorgeous he is and how good he feels for hours - but you won’t have to, because you can tell he’s getting close. And, to be frank, you are too.

He’s stopped saying actual words, only a string of breathy whines leaving his mouth every time he opens his lips. You sit back up, feeling the heat pool in your own stomach, and plant your hands on his chest again, riding him with everything you have. You could slap him across the face and he’d probably bust at this point, so you focus on your own pleasure.

In the end, it doesn’t take long for you to tip yourself over the edge, between the way you’re working yourself up and down his dick, and how beautiful he looks under you. Carl barely holds out longer than you, his hips knocking into yours twice before he lets out a long groan, and stills.

For a moment, you just sit there, catching your breath, watching as Carl does the same. There’s a hazy sort of smile at the corners of his lips, and his hands gently caress your hips now, petting the skin.

“Thanks.” He says. You get the sense that he’s talking about more than the sex.

“Of course. Anytime.” You say. And you mean it.

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