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rickgrimeswifey · 2 years

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Ok hi! I was thinking of like a carl x reader situation where the reader and carl have had very clear feelings for each other and were together at the prison, but once they got to Alexandria he slowly drifted towards Enid and away from reader (that was so badly explained omg)

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A/n: Ahh oh my god, I really went all in for this one. This one is really sad so just be ready for that.

Category: Angst, angst and angst. Little fluff here and there.

Pairing: Carl Grimes x fem!reader

Season: 3-5

Warnings: Mother passing while giving birth, violence, just a little kiss, cursing, verbal argument

Word count: 3.7k

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She had arrived at the prison with her mother and she was only thirteen. Her mother was pregnant, she guessed that was the reason why the leader here decided to take them in. They were about to send them away when his gaze landed on the quite large baby bump, the guy had a look Y/n had never seen before on his face. It was terrifying but when he saw that her mother was expecting his eyes softened and Y/n could swear she saw him tear up. She later found out it was because Rick's wife had died while giving birth the day before.

The first time she saw him, he was freshly heartbroken. His mind wasn't in the right place. His mother had just died, he needed someone but refused to reach out to anyone. Carl was convinced he could make it out here himself, he was mad at his father for killing Shane, who was like an uncle for Carl. He was a huge part of his life even before the outbreak. Back at the farm Rick had just shot him and now his mother was dead. He was just feeling so many different things at once and didn't know how to cope.

She found him very interesting and wanted to be able to give him comfort that he refused to be given. It was clear that he didn't just let anyone in, or was just some kind of facade he put up? In her eyes he seemed so tough and brave, Carl seemed like he wasn't afraid of anything or anyone. Still he wouldn't have a full conversation with her, he just talked to her when it was necessary or when his father ordered him to. Y/n tried to get him to befriend her and understand him but Carl wouldn’t let her in. She just never found the right time.

She hadn't had the time when they were at war with the governor because Carl was determined to protect and help this place at all cost. She saw when he shot that boy from Woodbury who was surrendering. It would be a lie if she said that it didn't scare her. From that moment on she feared him, not to the point where she couldn't talk to him but enough that she would watch her mouth.

Y/n succeeded with getting on good terms with Carl when the people from Woodbury were getting settled at the prison. The energy around the place changed a lot when they won and offered a place to stay for the remaining people of Woodbury. It wasn't their fault that their leader was sick. Carl also changed, maybe he felt like he could finally relax.

The two of them bonded, exchanging stories about school before the outbreak, telling other stories about trips with their families and secrets. They became close friends who could talk about anything. It was around the time that people started getting sick that Y/n realized she was developing a crush on Carl. Though she didn't have much of a chance to talk with him during this time when people were dying here and there. She was more worried about her mother who was pregnant furthermore was due in three weeks or so.

Everything was going fine until her mother started showing symptoms of the flu, everything in Y/n's mind started spinning. This meant that both her mother and the baby were at high risk of passing away. Hershel was always by her side explaining how this would pass and that her mom would survive this. Y/n had already lost her father a couple months ago, her mom couldn't leave as well. She just couldn't.

He was wrong though, her mom went into early labor while being extremely sick. Almost too tired to push, she gave it all she had. When the newborn human came out of her screaming and crying, the others noticed she wasn't moving anymore. Hershel put his index and middle finger on her wrist where he was supposed to feel her pulse, but nothing from her was heard or felt. Her breathing had stopped and her face was pale. Y/n had been sitting outside all this time listening to her mothers cries of pain as the child was pushed out of her body, how she gathered all the strength she had while being sick and continued on pushing. She had Carl beside her who saw how hard this was for her so he decided to grab her hand hoping to provide some comfort, she looked his way and smiled softly. When Rick came out of there with tears in his eyes she didn't want to believe it.

"I'm sorry..." he said as he tried his best not to cry.

She let go of Carl's hand then slowly stood up and looked into the cell, seeing her mothers dead body on the bed. That image was going to haunt her forever. Y/n didn't even think twice before she turned around and sprinted out of the prison. She got out in a matter of seconds, she ran onto the grass and fell down, too weak to keep going. She screamed out in agony while crying her eyes out, her mother was now gone, forever.

The next week went by slowly, the group wanted her to name the baby. It was a boy, but Y/n didn't want to see him yet. She wasn't ready. That was until Carl came into her cell where she was laying on her bed just like she had been all week. She didn't turn her head to him, she didn't move or do anything. She was just simply too tired.

"I know how you feel," Carl confessed softly. "I promise you it'll get better..."

"No, it won't." She mumbled shortly, before squeezing her eyes shut to avoid the tears starting to flow at the thought of her mother.

"Yes it will, I know it may not feel like it now." Carl said. "You made me feel better, I shut you out when you tried to talk to me because I was feeling just as you are right now. But I promise you it gets easier."

She sat up at his words, so she had succeeded with getting him to let her in early on? Y/n never thought he was listening to her at that time but turns out he was.

"It felt better when I first saw Judith... after I lost my mother." He sighed looking down at his shoes. "Let's go so that you can say hi to your baby brother." Carl reached out his hand for her to grab but she just stared at him. "Please?”.

Y/n took it, she would never make it out of this cell alone anyway. When she walked down the stairs to where the baby was on a table she felt an ache in her heart. It hurt a lot when she saw his face, he looked exactly like their mother. Everyone had always said that Y/n looked more like her father but this little fella was the exact image of their mother.

"He's sweet isn't he?" Beth asked, smiling sweetly at the infant.

"Mhm..." Y/n hummed quietly in agreement, unsure of what to do next.

After a minute of silence from her side she picks him up. Instantly supporting his neck, careful not to hurt his tiny fragile body. Y/n begins bouncing him a little looking into his eyes. She smiles at how he wriggles in her arms and doesn't even notice the tears forming in her eyes.

“Dimitri...” she blurted out.

Beth, Carl, Rick, Hershel and Maggie all looked at her since they were the ones standing around the baby.

“That’s his name?” Rick wondered, with a soft tone careful not to upset Y/n even more.

“Yeah...” she breathed while staring at the tiny man in her arms. “We had this thing about Greek mythology in school, Dimitri means follower of Demeter. And it was believed that Demeter, one of the twelve Olympians, was the goddess of agriculture. Who had the power to control harvest and fertility.” Y/n explained.

The others looked at her in awe and confusion. She had picked it since it was a miracle that the baby had even survived, if he could survive that then maybe he could bring some extra luck to the food growing outside. Considering that they weren’t doing the best at the moment, besides in this world you’d always need extra luck with agriculture and harvest.

“My mom always had many problems with getting pregnant, she always wanted me to have siblings but her and dad had so many problems getting me into this world that they gave up. He’s a miracle, meant to be here. Maybe he’ll bring more luck to the seeds we are planting outside.”

Rick smiled at her, grabbing his belt. “I’m sure he will, Y/n.”

Over the next weeks she bonded with her baby brother, she wore she would protect him forever and never leave his side since she was the only family related by blood he had left. That lasted until the governor came back and the prison fell. Y/n was placed on the bus where Maggie, Sasha and Bob also were, meanwhile Dimitri was with Tyrese, Mika, Judith, Lizzie and Carol. She freaked out when she realized he wasn’t on the bus, thinking she’d never see him again. Carl, Rick, Daryl, Glenn, Beth and all the others were nowhere to be found either. Hershel was dead, the governor had killed him. That fucking bastard always had to ruin everything. He was dead now though, so he couldn’t hurt them again.

Chaos broke out on the bus, people died, dead people rose and the only ones who got out of there were Y/n, Maggie, Sasha and Bob. They were now left to fend for themselves. Finding food, shelter, water and everything else. Maggie was barely hanging on, not knowing if Glenn or Beth were alive. Bob was trying to see the bright side of things meanwhile Y/n and Sasha were worried for their own sibling. A couple days passed and Maggie and Glenn found each other in a long tunnel. Glenn had found some new people and their names were Tara, Rosita, Eugene and Abraham. Now that they were reunited the group was focused on finding the rest.

The group had found a map where something named ‘terminus’ was supposed to be ahead of them. A sanctuary for all, as it said on the sign. Eventually they arrived, at first it seemed fine then out of nowhere everyone was forced into a type of container that you’d have on boats. Not knowing what was going to happen to them, they just waited and tried to come up with a plan to break out. After a while a miracle happened, the door opened and more people stepped in. Glenn went forward to get a good look.

“Rick?” he asked.

“You’re here.” Rick said relieved.

He tensed up when he got a good look at Tara, sending her a look of confusion and a death glare. Maggie noticed and spoke up.

“They’re our friends, and helped us along the way.” She explained, pointing out the four new faces.

Y/n didn’t hear Daryl and Abrahams chat since she was way too focused on something else, it was him. It was Carl, he was back. She grinned at him and he returned a smile back. She quickly took some steps forward and wrapped her arms around him.

“I thought you were dead.” He whispered in her ear, voice full of relief.

She put her head on his shoulder and sighed, now she just needed to find the rest of the people she loves. The group made up a plan to get the hell out of here and it worked. They left terminus a burning mess. While they were at the other side of the fence watching the tank that had just exploded, burn, admiring their win, Carol stepped out from behind some trees. Her face was full of mud and she was carrying Daryl's crossbow, Rick's revolver and MIchonne's sword that she had found inside. Daryl immediately ran and threw himself into her arms.

After that Carol led the group to a small cabin in the middle of the woods, Carl and Y/n walked hand in hand not wanting to risk getting away from each other again. They were reunited, the best person in the world Y/n knew was with her again. Carol and the rest of the group reached the cabin where Tyrese was found with Judith on one arm and Dimitri on the other.

Y/n let go of Carl's hand and ran to her baby brother. She took him ever so gently from Tyrese, immediately kissing his forehead and holding him securely in her arms. Now she could breathe again, having all of her loved ones at the same spot, knowing they were okay, Well, everyone expect Beth.

The group soon found a priest in the middle of the woods, he’d screamed for help and Carl insisted on helping him. His name was Gabriel and it turned out he had a church filled with food and supplies. The group was happy that they had shelter and celebrated this with a large dinner of plenty of different canned goods. The church echoed with happy laughter and smiles beamed on everyone's faces.

Abraham had revealed that he wanted a group to come with him to Washington where Eugene was going to save the world. When they asked him how he’d always say it was classified. But the group was still willing to help and Tara, Glenn and Maggie agreed to come with them. They would together work as a team to escort Eugene safely.

Everything was going great until the terminus people kidnapped Bob and ate a part of his body, Carol and Daryl went missing. Everything was chaotic. After getting Bob back he revealed that he was bit, this broke Sasha. Soon enough though the group managed to make up a plan to trick the people there. Those people were killed by some members of the group, then Daryl and Carol came back. They knew where Beth was and that’s where the group was headed next. A hospital that was still running in the middle of the city, it was quite an impressive achievement. Anyhow, Beth died, when Y/n, Carl, Maggie, Abraham, Glenn and some other people got to the hospital Rick came out and behind came Daryl with Beth laying dead in his arms. Maggie screamed and cried out, losing her last blood related family. Out of the hospital Noah came, he was a young boy who was a friend of Beth. He was a very kind kid.

Noah talked about this little place he had stayed at with his family when this thing started so the group went to check it out. They wanted to see if it was still up and running. It wasn’t. In that little neighborhood, they lost Tyrese. The group was so tired, everyone was passing and they weren’t getting anywhere. Carl and Y/n hadn’t been talking as much, no one was talking a lot. Everyone was feeling hopeless and frustrated.

They were on the road a long time before Aaron welcomed them to Alexandria. That’s where it happened, from the moment Carl saw her, Y/n knew he wasn’t hers anymore. She tried to talk and hang out with him but his eyes were glued to Enid. He’d probably gotten bored of Y/n, found a new more exciting girl. It hurt a lot, the person she loved the most was treating her as if she never existed. If he could just leave her this easy... did he ever even love her? Ron was in a relationship with Enid but Carl didn’t see that, the only thing he saw was right through it. It had been a week and Carl constantly talked about Enid and how he wanted to get to know her more and how amazing she was every time he was around Y/n. One day she was so fed up she snapped at him;

"You do know she has a boyfriend, right?"

"What?" Carl chuckles out of confusion.

"Enid, you do know she's got a boyfriend?" She asks again, rolling her eyes.

"Who?" He scoffs.

"Ron? He is your friend too, right?” She looked at him with wide eyes, he couldn’t possibly be this blind. “My god, you are such an asshole.” Y/n groaned.

“Me?” Carl scoffed again. “I haven’t done anything?”

“Seriously?” Y/n provoked. “You’ve been a giant douchebag ever since we fucking got here!” She raised her voice at him.

He looked at her like he was lost, mouth agape and eyes filled with confusion. Y/n crossed her arms over her chest that was rising up and down rapidly.

“Why do you even care?” he asked sincerely but you could tell he was getting irritated.

“Because you’re being a dick to Ron” Y/n yelled just earning an eye roll. “He’s your friend and you’re just fucking him over!”

“What do you know about mine and Ron’s relationship?” Carl stepped into her face.

“I know well enough to not be completely oblivious to the fact that he won’t like this when he finds out!” She screamed into his face. “You know what? Go fuck yourself Carl...” Y/n mumbled before going towards the door to his bedroom.

She was about to turn the doorknob but turned to look at him. “It’s so fucking tiring to hear you talk about that chick Enid all the fucking time.” She growled at him through gritted teeth. “Enid is so cool! Enid is amazing! Do you know what me and Enid did today? Enid this, Enid that!” Y/n mimicked him angrily.

Carl crossed his arms and looked at her daringly. “So what? Can’t I talk about people with you now?”

Y/n scoffed at his response, she couldn’t emotionally do this right now.

“Don’t you get it?” She yelled and went towards him, throwing her arms out furiously. “You have been a complete ass to me ever since we got here! Goddammit Carl!”

“What do you have to do with any of this?” Carl barked at her.

“You’ve just been complete ignoring me and thinking about Enid since you first saw her!” Y/n barked back. “I’m your girlfriend and I love you, more than she ever will.” She admitted hearing her voice and heartbreak saying it out loud.

His eyes immediately changed, looking at her with regret and pity. Carl wanted to reach his hand out to her as he saw her tear up. Y/n’s heart painfully twisted in her chest.

“You don’t even love me do you...?” She whispered.

Carl reached his hand out to touch her but she backed away immediately. “Of course I do Y/n.” He said softly.

“No, you don’t...” she cried. “Say it out loud then...” Y/n sniffled.

Carl sighed before breaking his gaze off and looking down onto the floor, putting his hands in his front pockets.

“Oh my god...” her hand shook as he brought it up to cover her mouth. “You don’t love me.”

He didn’t say anything, just stared at the floor, listening to her short sobs.

“Did you ever love me?” Y/n mumbled.

When Carl didn’t answer and just stared down onto the floor ashamed she felt a pit of anger rising in her stomach.

“Say something asshole!” She yelled before she shoved him backwards by his shoulders.

Y/n felt her heart shatter into a million pieces when Carl looked up at her and saw the look on his face. He didn’t love her, by the looks of it he never did. What the fuck was happening... this couldn’t be happening, this was a nightmare and Y/n needed to wake up. She slowly backed to his door and when she felt the door knob in her hand she ran out of there sobbing violently while she ran down the stairs. Michonne caught her in the door wondering what was wrong but Y/n just pushed past her.

“Carl!” Y/n heard her yell as she ran down the streets of Alexandria, until she entered the house where she lived with Glenn and Maggie.

She ran up to her room and slammed the door. Y/n heard footsteps come up the stairs before a knock on her door was heard.

“Y/n...? Everything okay?” Maggie stood outside the door, wondering softly.

“Go away!” Y/n sobbed.

“Honey...” she said with pity. “Please talk to me-”

“No!” She snapped. “I don’t need your pity or your sympathy!”

The few weeks after that Y/n just stayed in the house, not wanting to go outside and face the world. She hadn’t told anyone what was wrong, just shut everyone out. Carl just told Michonne that they had a fight, not what it was about. Therefore when Maggie came into the kitchen one afternoon and asked if Y/n thought it was a good idea if Enid moved in with them, she just looked at her getting incredibly upset again.

“No.” She answered shortly despite the anger growing furiously fast in her.

“What do you mean, no?” Maggie asked, confused.

“I meant no. I don’t want her here.” Y/n just growled at her.

“You know what?” Maggie snapped. “I’m losing my patience with you, you’re gonna tell me right now what the hell happened!”

“Why don’t you ask Carl?”

“He won’t tell anyone, just said you guys had a fight but it was clearly something more than that.” Maggie explained.

Y/n scoffed. “Yeah well he’s good at not telling one things.” She stormed out of the house, knowing if she went to her room Maggie would just have followed her.

She heard Maggie call angrily after her but didn’t care, she hated this place. At least at the moment, she hated everyone and everything. It felt hopeless, like no one understood what she was going through. Y/n walked to the little sitting area in Alexandria where she saw Carl and Enid giggling, kissing and playing around. She felt sick to her stomach and also like her whole world fell apart right in front of her. He never looked that happy with her. What was it she did wrong? What did Enid have that she didn’t?

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butterfly-boots · 1 year

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Carl is alive and he’s the best brother ever (for real)

[ID: An illustration of an older carl grimes with his younger sister and brother. Carl is white with long brown hair tied back and some loose covering his right eye. Carl has a blue eye and stubble. He is smiling while patting his brother on the head. Carl is wearing a grey shirt, dark green jacket and blue jeans. He has his right hand gripping the strap to the gun on his back. He is wearing his signature cowboy hat. Judith is to the left of him. She is white with long brown hair with a single braid going over her shoulder. She is striking a confident pose and smiling. She has green eyes and dirt on her face. She is wearing a green shirt with a blue plaided jacket over it. She is wearing blue jeans and a knife is strapped to her leg. RJ is on the other side of carl. He is smiling with a missing tooth. He is light skinned black boy with brown eyes and dark curly hair. He is wearing a blue t-shirt with a light blue stripe in the middle. He is is wearing grey pants. They are in the woods.]

#the walking dead #carl grimes #judith grimes #rj grimes #fanart #accessible art #image described

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chiroptxro · 2 years

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listen im ngl i hate this kid. but a while ago i was distressed about s7 and needed to draw. and he was there. dont look at the erased words behind him i drew him on directing notes

[image ID: a paper-on-pencil drawing of a bust of carl grimes from the later seasons of the walking dead. he has hair falling over his shoulders, and he is staring moodily into the bottom left corner. he's wearing a flannel shirt over another shirt with 2 buttons at the top, and a cowboy hat with a notch cut into the right side. he has a bandage wrapped over his right eye, mostly covered by his bangs. end ID]

#first post WOO #x.art #carl grimes #carl twd #twd #the walking dead #twd fanart #carl grimes fanart #traditional art #image id

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cxrphia · 1 year

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Sophia Peletier (now Greene) issue #53 TWD Deluxe

I was hoping to get some info on why kirkman chose this route for not just her character but also Glenn and Maggie’s… but all he said was “Sophia’s Crazy” and that this scene resembled his “early childhood bedtimes”… mkay

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gotham-at-nightfall · 1 year

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The Walking Deluxe #59

#twd deluxe #rick grimes #abraham ford #morgan jones #carl grimes #zombies (twd)#image comics #matt reads a thing #i posted this

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extraordinary-heroes · 1 year

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The Walking Dead #100 (Cover art by Sean Phillips)

#the walking dead #sean phillips #carl grimes #rick grimes #image comics #textless cover art #superheroes #zombies #michonne

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smutinlove · 23 days

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Can u do carl grimes angst

after glenns death, negan has an impact on carl and y/n so they have very bad angst every day then negan notices and makes the situation worse so like he makes y/n try to k1ll carl to make her feel guilty

IM SO SORRY

"Rage Filling-up Semi-trucks"

You could still remember his face, Glenn's face. His sad and pleading eyes looking at his wife, Maggie, as he said the words, "Maggie—I'll find you." Those were the finals words that he spoke, those words haunted you and everyone.

Carl wanted to kill Negan, he hated him for what he did to both Glenn and Abraham. Both were strong and honest men who were loved to the moon and back. And now they were gone. And what really was the icing on the cake was that Negan would come by Alexandria and take resources, leaving the Alexandrians with barely anything.

And this enraged everyone.

You sat on the sofa, feeling helpless and miserable. You wished that he wasn't gone. Glenn was a father that you never had and always wanted. He was the light of your life. You didn't know how you were going to spend the rest of your life without him.

As your thoughts spiraled into a tornado, Carl walked by, his hair was dripping wet. He must've gotten out of the shower. "Are you okay?" asked the boy hovering over you.

Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you fucking okay?

Simply, no. You weren't. "Do I look okay, Carl? Do I fucking look okay? Glenn was a father to me. He was my best friend too. And now he's gone and I'll never seen him again!" You yelled with the force of a hundred thunderstorms. Your voice was unshaken.

"I miss him too! It's not just you, okay? I loved Glenn. He was family! I miss him all the time, every waking moment, I yearn for him." Carl replied.

He was right. It wasn't just you that missed him. Everyone missed him. Everyone who was present at the lineup missed him. Glenn was someone that was unforgettable. He changed and saved lives, including yours.

"Fuck. Congratulations, Carl! You were right, again! You're always right, aren't you? You and your smug smile," you scoffed. "Y/N, don't. Don't do this to me," he pleaded, his eyes watery, bringing you back to the night filled with terror.

"Fuck you for being right. Fuck you for being you." You ran out of the house, tears pouring down your cheeks. You couldn't believe it. He was being an asshole.

You heard a loud rattle of metal. "Rick, come on out! Let me in, baby! I need my shit now!" An all too familiar voice yell. Negan wasn't supposed to come for another week. Well, that's Negan Smith, the murderer of Glenn Rhee and Abraham Ford. So, you couldn't expect much from him anyway.

You watched as Rick went over and opened the gates of Alexandria. Negan, along with his crew, came in. "Woah, Rick! This shithole stinks. You ever use a bit of Febreze every now and then?" Negan joked.

You couldn't stand looking at him. You wanted to kill him and rip both his eyes out. But you needed a better plan. A plan that would guarantee Negan dead.

You went back inside and saw Carl putting his gun into his holster and a switchblade in his boot. You glared at him. You hadn't forgiven him yet.

It was definitely too early. "Y/N."

"What?" you replied.

He went closer to you, "Come on, we can kill that motherfucker together."

"You know what I want to do? Yeah, I wanna torture him. I want to rip his eyes out and cut his tiny little dick off. Then, I wanna bash his skull in like he did to Glenn."

Carl tilted his head.

"Y/N, we can do that together."

"No! Fucking no! I'm doing it alone. I don't want you with me. I'm not fragile. I never fucking was!" You yelled. You pushed him away.

"Y/N, you can talk to me."

"But do you listen? You just make it about yourself. Always trying to relate to make ME feel better. God, fuck you." you slapped him.

You went into the kitchen and opened a cabinet, you pushed away few boxes of stale cereal and grabbed the undocumented guns and knives. You picked a pistol and a switchblade.

You hid the switchblade in your boot and grabbed a holster from a different cabinet and put it on and tucked your gun in there. You adjusted your shirt, letting it hide the gun.

As you started to leave the house you said, "Carl, don't you think about following me."

You left, slamming the door. As you made your way down the porch, you heard someone call your name. "Oh, Y/N Rhee! It is Rhee, right? That's your last name."

The way your name rolled off his tongue, gutted you in a hundred ways, all ending with the same thing. Rage.

Y/N Rhee. He called you Y/N Rhee. Rhee. That was Glenn's last name. And he was using your name to ridicule Glenn's.

"Fuck you, Negan," you muttered.

He heard it. "Woah, the little miss can bark."

You looked around, no one was around. Not Rick, not Carl, not even Negan's goons. You discretely lifted your shirt up and grabbed the gun. You cocked the gun and ran to him, tackling him to the ground.

You put the gun to his forehead.

"I know you're sad. I've felt that pain before."

"No! You don't get to tell me about said. You do not get to do that. You're a monster. You are the fucking devil, Negan. And I'm ending it for you. Not tomorrow or later. But today."

Negan chuckled.

"No, you won't, dear. You're too pathetic and weak," said Negan.

It wasn't true. He was wrong. You had a strong will to kill him. And there was nothing preventing you to kill him. Nothing. You already had your finger on the trigger. You just needed to put a little bit more weight and he'd be bleeding out on the hot and rough ground, staining it.

"Do it. I dare you."

You couldn't. You got up and tucked your gun back in your holster.

"You know, you should never have your finger on the trigger if you're not ready to shoot. Have you ever even shot someone?" He asked.

You had. A few times. To you, those people you'd shot before were meaningless enemies. But to someone else, they were family.

"Yeah."

Negan nodded and sat next to you on the porch. "You know, kid, I'm sorry," Negan said with a smile.

"No, you're not," you replied. "You know that boyfriend of yours, Carl, right?"

You nodded.

"I heard you two fighting. Y'all were fucking loud! And I gotta say, that sounds like a fucked up relationship. Maybe It'd be better if he's dead." Death is something we all near each year and yet we try and stray far from. But now you had the opportunity to do it.

It'd be better. You two fought a lot. "Think about it, Y/N. It'd be freeing," and with that, he left.

You went back inside and grabbed your switchblade that you'd tucked in your boot earlier. Carl sat on the sofa, he looked angry.

"Oh, hey, Carl," you called out. "Hey, Y/N, listen, I'm sorry."

Everyone was sorry, but did they fucking mean it? No.

You charged at him and pushed him off of the sofa. You pinned him to the ground and brought your blade up to his throat.

"Y/N, don't do this."

"Stop telling me what I can and cannot do!" You yelled.

You brought the blade closer.

"I heard everything Negan said!" He blurted out.

You looked away, mortified. You listened to Negan Smith. You actually let him get inside your head. With that thought, tears streamed down your cheeks. "I'm sorry, Carl," you said.

You tossed the blade aside and the two of you got up and hugged each other.

"I let him get into my head. I let him... I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

"You don't have to be. Negan is just another fucked up, psychopath with parental issues who murders innocents for fun."

You laughed.

It was so fucking true.

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hey, whats up?? anyway.. i havent written in a long time so i decided to grace yall with my presence. HAHAHAH

anyway could yall tell i was listening to all too well and because i liked a boy?? HAHAHHA there are so many silly little references.

anyway send me more reqs!!

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comicsiswild · 2 years

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The Walking Dead (2003) #35

#the walking dead #twd #rick grimes #carl grimes #image #image comics

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carlplsrailme · 1 year

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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ

summary: the morning after your first time with Carl, you make some jokes only he knows the context to.

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: suggestive talk, reference to past sex, teasing and fluff!

request: could you like make something like the morning after their first time reader is like super flirty and won't stop teasing him and shit in front of everyone and carl is so flustered like 'shut up :0'. I've had this idea for days but im a shit writer so....

the porcelain cup rims your lips as the coffee threatens to spill out any moment, dizzy as you stare at him with such adoration while images of last night flash in your mind

you finally sealed the deal. and it was perfect.

he held your hand the entire time, whispered such sweet things, and now you're staring for way too long.

your throat aches a side cough and is soothed by the hot coffee your pour down it as he leans onto the counter, thank goodness your gawking didn't interrupt the conversation between him and his father, or else you might have died from embarrassment.

"why don't we go today?" carl perks up, and his father lets out an airy laugh

"We can't just go, we need to plan out spots first..see which ones 'been used already" he gruffs, dismissing his son as he moves to grab coffee

you move over to him, placing your cup down as he silently mopes about the lack of plans for the run he wanted to go on so badly.

you reach up and twirl one of your fingers with his locks, much like you did last night as you purse your lips together in thought

"why do you want to go out so badly? shouldn't you rest?" the question having obvious undertones but Rick doesn't pay any mind to it

"i-i..because we're running low on stuff..." he stutters out, your flirting catching him off guard

"mm.." "sure it isn't 'cuz you wanna drive the car into a ditch?" you joke, spinning around in time to catch Rick choking on his coffee, but you aren't referencing his horrible driving, you're talking about the time you guys almost had sex on a run.

"I-i..shut up..." you see his face deepen as the memory comes back in full force

"don't say 'shut up'" Rick scolds but you know you deserve it with how you're teasing him, picking up your coffee you wink at the boy before walking back up to your room.

an: <333

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sleepyangelkami · 1 month

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BRO I NEEDDD MORE OF PERVERTED!!!! OMG LIKE YOUR MIND>>>>>

PERVERTED III c.grimes

☆ WORD COUNT - 3.6K

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - after the perverted thoughts consume carl whole, he realises he needs to act on them and soon finds out that you need him to act on them just as badly.

☆ WARNINGS - smut, heavy innocence kink, corruption kink, pervert!carl, fingering, dom!carl, sub!reader, size kink, pussy eating, cum eating, aged up characters, thigh riding-ish, manipulative carl, praise kink, petnames, use of y/n, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

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after that night in your bedroom, carl was downright desperate.

he realised that he needed to act upon his thoughts before it drove him over the edge of insanity. but there you were, prancing around in your little skirts and dresses, ditzy as ever. how was he ever supposed to explain his need to you?

that was just it, he was going to have to show you.

carl had been your best friend for a long time. you could trust him with anything in the world and carl would know if you'd ever done anything. that was the beauty in it. your innocence was bliss.

you were so innocent to the corrupt minds around you, not a single notion of the horrid thoughts of others. not a clue in your mind of just what carl wanted to do to you. no what he needed to do to you.

he knew he was going to have to ease you into it.

the first time carl had let you feel anything was during a rainy night of alexandria. the clouds were dull and full, slapping down on the outside windows. rick and michonne were on yet another supply run, no surprise there, and you and carl had been put in charge of taking care of judith.

it wasn't until she had been laid down asleep in bed that carl began to shift his mind back to you.

the clouds dulled until they were long gone. the night sky had settled in.

the tv displaying pretty images illuminated the room as you sat on carl's lap. when he'd asked if you'd like to sit there, it came as no surprise. you'd sat on carl's lap tonnes of times. whether it was just you two alone, sitting on the bed or perhaps you were in public, choosing to sit on his thigh rather than the bench occupied by the others.

however, what you didn't know was carl had much more in store for you than just watching the stupid movie that was playing.

you were engrossed in the flashing pictures, watching as each changed to another. you were the type of person to pay all your attention to one thing at a time, finding it hard to focus on more than one.

that was when your attention shifted.

it was a mere, 'innocent', bounce of carl's knee.

he did it as some sort of a test. he'd waited until you were so interested in the movie to do it. your two thighs had splayed at either side of his own. he'd waited until your cunt was snug on the jeans of his leg to rub it gently against you.

and by the sudden breath that left your lips, he deemed that you were almost as satisfied as he was.

nevertheless, you shook the feeling. you assumed the boy beneath you was merely trying to get comfortable so you tried to do the same, writhing yourself in the slightest.

that was when the smallest of whimpers left your mouth. with wide eyes, you clamped your mouth shut, hoping carl hadn't heard. "you okay?" he spoke softly in your ear, alerting you that he had heard.

only, you weren't trying to do anything wrong. like i said, you'd sat on carl's lap tonnes of times. but this time seemed... different. you were suddenly hyper aware of your skirt that was riding up ever so slightly and the way that fixing your position on his leg felt... good?

being in an apocalypse and all, you never really got too much education on... down there.

that was what carl was for, you supposed. he was basically your teacher in everything, any question you had went directly to him.

but what you did know was that parts like that were private and not to be shared. which is why you merely let out a small 'mhm' to indicate that you were, in fact, okay.

"alright." he mumbled back, his voice low as if not to disturb the serenity of the room.

you let a breath out, relaxing once more onto his leg.

carl knew he could have stopped there, letting you be all confused for the rest of the evening on just what that feeling you had was. but he didn't know how much you'd taken in, he needed to make sure that the feeling you felt was going to stick.

which was why he waited mere seconds before bouncing his leg again, like a kid in class riddled with ADHD.

you'd seen carl bouncing his leg like a maniac many times before. he'd do it under a table when he was nervous or angry or anything really. he often cracked his knuckles even when there was no air left to crack and shook his legs like there was no tomorrow. carl was always moving.

so how could you tell him to stop?

what would you even say?

did you even want him to stop?

there was an odd feeling in your stomach as he continued to bounce his leg up and down, hitting smoothly against your covered area. your breathing picked up but you did everything in your will to steady it.

some called carl grimes an ADD nightmare, this was a normal thing for him.

why was it suddenly not so normal for you?

perhaps it was the way his chin gently rested on your shoulder, gentle breath hitting against your neck or the way his hands soothed around your waist, his own calloused hands against your gentle skin where your satin dress lay on top.

the skirt of your dress bounced with every bounce of his leg too, exposing more of your thighs with each steady movement.

he was calculating and gentle, as if he knew you were becoming dizzy.

your throat itched too. you couldn't fathom why though you had a feeling it was a noise trying to crawl out.

you couldn't so much as stop yourself before your hands outstretched onto his thigh, stopping his movements.

he did so with the slightest smirk on his lips, knowing he'd gotten you exactly where you wanted. the way your thighs gently shook around him, you wouldn't so much as turn around. oh yes, you'd definitely felt it.

before he could question you in that gentle, condescending tone, the front door could be heard unlocking.

"gotta get my jacket." was the mumble that fell from your mouth as you helped yourself off of the boy's leg, grasping the pretty coat that sat on the other couch, where you'd originally been sitting. carl got up too, glancing down to his thigh. it was a wonder that there wasn't a large wet splotch on his jeans.

shortly after, rick and michonne entered the house, looking tired as ever. they asked a couple questions about judith, making sure you'd both been taking care of her right before they found themselves stating that they were heading up to bed.

carl gave somewhat of a disgusted look to the way they were looking at eachother. he din't even want to imagine what they'd be getting up to the minute they stepped into the bedroom.

"you sure you don't wanna stay the night?" he questioned, walking you to the front door of his home. you didn't live too far away which was the only reason he was letting you walk out in the dark alone. with his luck, he'd see you getting settled into your house while he still stood at the door.

you looked up at him with slightly wide eyes, you looked a little dazed. your hands were holding eachother behind your back, ignoring the feeling throbbing through your cunt. how had he done something so simple and left you feeling like this? "mhm." you hummed.

he gave you a look. "and you're positive you're okay?" tilting his head. "you seem a little off." he knew exactly why you were off.

but you weren't going to let anything on. "no, i'm okay." nodding your head, trying to convince both him and yourself.

"you know you can talk to me about anything, right baby?" he stepped forward, his words a little quieter as he spoke to you. his eyes flickered down to your bottom lip between your top teeth. "anything at all..."

you looked like you were contemplating, unsure if it was exactly appropriate to share with anyone even if it was just your best friend.

though your eyes quickly turned back to rick who was now standing in the kitchen, drinking a glass of water. "I'm okay." you quickly quipped.

rick turned around, swallowing the water. "you off, y/n?" you nodded, swallowing thickly. "right, night then, and thanks again for watching judith."

"anytime." you mumbled back, eyes flickering up to carl. "g'night, carl."

"night, angel." and so, you left.

the sky rose just as soon as it had gone down. carl hadn't steadied his movements since. hours passed, merging into days and carl was getting braver by the second. he couldn't help it, you were like putty, just so easy to mold.

by the time the saturday sleepover rolled around again, the boy was near ecstatic.

he'd gotten you exactly where he wanted in many ways, with little fluttering touches and words whispered gently, that could have been taken in any way. but he must say, his favourite place to have you was sat atop his thigh, gently bumping against it as he shook it from the ground.

he did it again now, maggie and glenn were long gone on yet another supply run, stocking up on the foods. they wouldn't be home until the next morning, possibly the morning after that.

but there simply wasn't anything else carl could think about other than the girl sat perched on his thigh. your hands were near your stomach, fiddling with themseleves, pulling on your fingers gently, contemplating.

carl didn't stop the bounce of his knee, moving it so accurately that you could feel a pool forming in your panties. you'd never felt like this before. and you were sure that carl knew this too.

this was the longest he'd ever done it, he should have stopped ages ago, knowing he didn't wish to push you too far. however, your little shaky breaths had his head spinning, he couldn't stop, not now.

you were contemplating asking him to stop. something about his shaking leg beneath you had you feeling awfully funny. but you couldn't decipher if it was a good feeling or not. besides, you couldn't understand why it was that his moving leg had your head feeling dizzy.

"carl?" your mouth got the better of you. it was supposed to come out as a steady question, voice stable, however, it came out more breathless than you'd intended, a slight whine to the back of your throat.

carl's hands had gently been resting against your waist. "hm?" he took the hint to stop, though.

beneath you, his leg froze.

your mind went sort of fuzzy then, that was when you realised it had, in fact, been a good feeling. your mind raced back to moments ago when the wet patch was forming on your satin panties. you couldn't even register what was going on before you slid yourself against his leg, not once, not even twice.

"sweetheart?" his voice was soft, calculated. it had you realising what you were doing, but still, your aching cunt dragged across his jeaned leg. "what're you doing? hm?"

a breath fell from your lips. you gently willed yourself to stop your movements before turning your face to the boy. you had pinched brows, lips bitten, desperation written all over your face. "carl, i―" the words left had you frowning.

carl merely rubbed his fingers against your waist. "somethin' wrong?" he questioned softly. "'s just me, you can tell me, baby."

and suddenly, it was your last straw.

but carl had already known that.

he'd moved his hands so gently around you for the past week, bounced you against his thigh every chance he got and whispered meak things to you, calling you such pretty names. he knew sooner or later you were bound to snap.

"you..." you let out a sigh, eyes avoiding the boy. "you can't laugh."

without a second thought, carl's fingers hooked themselves beneath your chin, angling your face up and forcing you to look at him. "'m not gonna laugh at you, angel." and his comforting features looked as though they were telling nothing but the truth. "jus' tell me what's going on."

you sighed, trying to avert your eyes. "everytime you bounce your leg... it feels funny." you tried to keep your voice as low as possible, throat closing and your cheeks heating up. it was hard trying to keep your composure in font of him, especially when talking about such a private thing.

"yeah?" seemingly unfazed by what you'd told him. "where's it feel funny?" again, your cheeks heated up, only this time you were sure that you were as red as a tomato. "baby, i can't help you if you don't tell me."

and you were sure you needed his help. after all, he was the only one that had made you feel so... worked up. instead of uttering a word, you practically whined before pushing your head into his shirt covered chest. you grasped his hand, sucking in as you guided it downwards.

carl couldn't help but smirk as you moved his hand to cup your shorts-covered cunt. you whimpered at the touch of his hand, quickly moving your own away, as if scared you were going to mess something up.

carl placed his palm against the pale shorts, his thumb moving up towards your clit and gently drawing circles. you whined loudly. "here's where it feels funny, huh?" you nodded your head quickly, breaths falling ragged as his gentle, tight circles moved against your clit. "y'gonna answer me?"

"y-yes." coming out as more of a moan rather than an answer. you were suddenly thankful that maggie and glenn were nowhere to be found in the house.

there was a sudden smile splayed on his lips. "good girl." he mumbled, sending electric shocks through your body and right down to your aching pussy. you couldn't understand how two simple words were enough to have you rutting your hips against the boys hands.

though instantly, your face heated again. embarrassment flooded you as you realised what was happening, stinging tears finding it's way to your eyes. "carl." you spluttered out, whimpering as you did so. carl merely shushed you, his free hand coming down to land on the back of your hair, holding your head close to it's place on his chest.

"wh's wrong, baby?" he waited for a response, all you could give him was a second whimper. "want me to stop?"

"no!" was your much too enthusiastic response that had his lips curving upwards. so you did want it as much as he did. "no, please don't stop."

"then tell me what you want." you shied away, cheeks evidently rosy and pink. but you didn't utter a word, much too sheepish.

suddenly, the feeling he was giving to your clit completely stopped. his hand still hung low but they didn't touch you. the whine you let out had your eyes turning glassy. he reminded you that he'd asked you to tell him what you wanted. but you could barely hear his voice now, mind too clouded with the previous pleasure. "f-felt..." your own hand attempted to replace his, rubbing at your covered cunt but it didn't give you the pleasure his had.

you felt his hand reach up and snap your wrist between his fingers, stopping your movements. "you wanna feel good, huh?" you nodded your head, tears stinging. "then the only hands that get to touch you are mine, understood?" you nodded before he squeezed on your wrist, not hard enough to hurt. "understood?"

"yes." was the breathless word as his fingers let go of your wrist.

"now, tell me what you want." almost instantly, his stern voice had disappeared and turned into one of softness again. it was almost scary how quickly he could turn from one demeanour to another. but you were much too hazy now to question anything.

you breathed heavily, cheeks warm. but carl just waited, his eyes looking at you full of admiration, a stark contrast to the stern look he'd had before. "i want..." he waited, not rushing you, patiently. "want you to make me feel good." your voice was so quiet, so small and you were looking anywhere but his face. you thought it was somewhat awkward in a sense, more scary really. he'd shrug it off for your natural shyness that simply never went away.

"see?" his voice gentle and loving. "wasn't hard, was it?" you shook your head no despite it being the hardest thing you'd done all year. "now get onto your back, angel." you did what he said, not wishing to disappoint him. he followed by climbing on top of you, watching your doe eyes slightly widen.

a breath.

he was so close, lips practically brushing against your own. you'd known carl a very long time but you were sure this was the closest he'd ever been. "'m gonna kiss you, okay?" you nodded, slightly unsure. you'd never been kissed before and you had no idea that it related to the feeling that you'd felt earlier. "it'll all make sense in a second, sweetheart." he mumbled, hands on your waist. "just... relax."

and suddenly, his lips were on yours.

his lips were even softer than they looked. and if that was what you thought of his lips, you could only imagine what he thought of yours. he kissed you gently, open mouthed kissing with his tongue slipping past yours.

now you understood.

it definitely related to the feeling.

as he was kissing you, you had the sudden urge to roll your hips upwards, into his own. carl had this way of making you feel so comfortable that you didn't have to worry the outcome. so you did. rolling your hips gently yet desperately.

you felt him let out a harsher breath into your mouth. his lips moved from your mouth. you felt him press a kiss to the corner of your lips, then to your chin and down to your neck. the feeling of him sucking against the supple skin had a whimper falling from your lips, then another and a long stretched whine.

his lips moved away and his tongue soothed down the hurt skin.

you supposed, you knew what sex was. it was an intimate form of love on your partner. was that what you and carl were going to do? sex? carl wasn't your boyfriend but he was the only one in the entire world you'd felt such a connection to. you supposed, if anyone was to have sex with you, it may as well be carl grimes.

"sweetheart." he breathed against your neck. "keep making sounds like that 'n i won't be able to last." to last? for what?

you didn't even care what he was saying, just the sound of his voice was enough to have you reeling. "carl, please just..."

"shh." he hushed you, practically cooing. "s'needy." before his hands moved back down towards your shorts. "can i take this off?" though he wasn't just grasping the band of your shorts but of your panties too. however, you couldn't seem to care. nodding enthusiastically before helping him guide the material off your body.

carl's breath hitched in his throat. he'd seen you before, he'd seen you when you were sleeping and he plunged a finger inside you, tasted you even. even so, it was like seeing you for the first time all over again.

he could see you red as a tomato above him, covering your face. you'd known carl forever, but something about being nude with him over you on your couch seemed like something a best friend shouldn't do. carl didn't allow the shyness to continue, peppering gentle kisses across the skin of your face. "hey, hey." gently removing your hands. "you're beautiful."

your hands suddenly pawed at the end of his shirt. if you were going to be bare, he should too, right? "can you..?"

"wan't me to take of my shirt, baby?" you only nodded, pressing your lips together. he nodded himself before placing his hands at the end of his shirt, bringing it up and above his head, tossing it off the couch. "your turn." he mumbled, pressing kisses to your neck before grasping the bottom of your own shirt. you allowed him to pull it over your own head.

it was no surprise that there was no bra found underneath, your perky tits bouncing gently. he moved his lips downwards, sucking on one and grasping the other between his fingers, flicking over your pretty nipple. you whined, back arching off the couch and hands finding his hair, tugging at the strands.

his lips popped over your nipple, letting go with a string of spit attatching the two of you. he pushed his large hand onto your chest, thumb at one end of your tits and other fingers at the other, pushing them together. you were so small compared to him, it had his own mind reeling. "so fucking pretty."

"carl." there was desperation in his eyes. the amount of times you had uttered his name would have made anyone think you were reciting it as if he were god himself. "need you." you didn't even know what you meant yourself. all you did know was that you needed him, in whatever way possible.

"i know, pretty girl." his fingers traced your cheek, cupping it ever so softly. "'m gonna touch you, okay?"

nervously, you found yourself nodding. you knew by him touching you, the ache would go away. how you knew that, you were unsure. perhaps it was because you put so much trust in carl to do what was right.

you expected the soft flutter of his long fingers, the gentle tracing of the pads against your skin. what you hadn't been expecting was the mouth that suddenly landed on your core.

as if on cue, your back arched against the couch once more. a moan of both surprise and pleasure fell from your lips. you felt the vibrations of a chuckle throughout your body, from him. he'd been waiting for this moment for too long to let it slip from his fingers.

the foreign feeling of a face between your thighs had you writhing. you allowed his tongue to explore your cunt, whining and whimpering while your hands clung to his hair, overcome with a foreign pleasure.

never, had you felt this good in your entire life.

an eerie sense was embedded right in your stomach, telling you that this was all wrong. the feelings you felt and the way his hands moved against your body, it had to be wrong. but the pleasure of his tongue lapping against your cunt told you that no matter how hard he tried, nothing carl could do would ever be wrong.

you felt him insert a finger into your hole and you were sure you'd lost it.

"carl!" you moaned out, unsure what words to use. "carl―nughhh!" no words could grasp your tongue signifying how good it felt.

your wetness seeped onto his tongue, decorating it with your pretty juices, and his finger had a rim of white surrounding it, belonging to you. his face moved up from your pussy, glancing to your own face. your head was thrown back, eyes shut and reflection twisted. "i know, baby." pumping his finger in and out of you in quick motions. "feels good, huh?"

you nodded your head, babbling incoherently despite the fact that carl couldn't make out a single word you said. he nodded with a smirk, anyway.

this was so much better now that you were awake.

"uh huh?" he was practically testing you, your moans coming out strangled and harsh. "yeah, told you i'd fix it, huh?"

and boy, did he fix it.

the sensation grew and you began to get a sudden knotted feeling in your stomach. it was foreign, new and strange. but despite that, you were sure you'd felt it before. perhaps in a dream? one of which carl had remembered all too well.

a sudden panicked state came over you. "carl" you babbled out, a hint of worry in your voice.

carl placed his free hand on your thigh, gently rubbing against it and shushing you. "shh, shh, you can take it." his mouth travelling back to where you needed him the most.

you couldn't even give him a warning.

the orgasm fell over you before you could even register what was happening. your back practically lept from the couch, good thing carl's hand had been keeping your stomach steady against the material. mewls fell from your lips, shameful mewls that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

your legs shook from around his head, his name falling from your red and swollen lips like a prayer, fingers tight around his little curls.

finally, his head reappeared from it's place between your thighs, a grin on his face.

your eyes were low, sort of red. and he swore it was the prettiest sight he'd ever seen.

"feel good, huh?" pride on his smug face. he came up to meet your own by the arm of the couch, hand moving your hair past your ear.

you had this sinking, gnawing feeling as you glanced up at him. "but... what about you?" thinking that surely couldn't have made him feel good. you'd never experienced pleasure like that before, you were sure everyone in the world should get to experience it at least once.

"don't worry about me, sweet girl." peppering gentle kisses to the nape of your neck. "next time." he spoke despite his hand moving against his dick, straightening it out after his own cum leaked through his jeans.

he came in his pants because of you. again.

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clinicsharmartia · 2 months

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I love Rick Grimes crying. Every time he does it's so beautiful to see. Rick is a 'mans man', your stereotypical male fighter. He's strong, protective, a leader, a provider, violent, loud, family orientated, a role model and so many other stereotypically masculine things. And yet he cries. He cries often. He cries in front of people. He cries in front of other men. That is such a beautiful thing. He is so scared of everything; of the outside, the violence, his image for Carl, the state of the group. But he isn't afraid to show emotion. I love you Rick Grimes.

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ADDICTED carl grimes x fem!reader

warnings — both are 18+, piv sex, begging, first times, subxsub, both are dumb and clueless about sex because duh, corny ass ending we all boo’d

it’s not often that you and carl get time to yourself. the two of you met at the prison, you were one of the people that had been taken in. you remember being the only person around carl’s age with so many similar interests. you both getting separated when the prison fell, and when you finally reunited you both realized the pain it caused the both of you.

the older you two got, the more the budding feelings surfaced. when you got to alexandria it’s like something snapped. the safety of it all, the familiarity, you remember confessing to carl one night. the two of you sat in his new room, in awe of this place.

it’s been at least a year since, and things have gotten rockier in alexandria, putting a slight strain on your relationship. nothing too serious, but plans to hang out together kept having to be pushed back.

but tonight finally, you get him all to yourself. the two of you are laying in his bed, practically your bed as well at this point. he’s laying on his back and you on your side, arm on his chest and legs entangled with his.

his left arm is resting on your back, chin propped on your head. your other hand is playing with his hair, your eyes closed as you listen to the repetitive rhythm of him throwing a ball at the ceiling over and over.

the silence and the comfort allows you to think, clearly and calmly for once. first it’s small things, how dates would go if the world hadn’t gone to shit. then things a little more… like making out with him, feeling his touch, his hot, calloused hands burning your skin.

your eyes travel to his hand that’s busy, the soft but scarred skin has you enamored. your mind runs even wilder, suddenly coming up with the very vivid mental image of his hands toying with your cunt. your body tenses and you feel your body get hot, a small whimper escaping your lips.

carl pauses his movements and looks at you worriedly, “are you okay?” you nod meekly, unable to look up at him. his hand drops the ball and his finger comes to your chin to tilt your head up. he smiles when your eyes meet his and pecks your lips.

“pretty girl…” he trails off, hand going from your face to your waist. his movements are agonizingly slow, leaving you wondering if he knows what you’re thinking about. he’s such a tease, could he really?

his face gets closer to yours, his eye trained on you. “what’s got you so tense?” you stay silent for a moment and then your words tumble out in an inaudible mess. your boyfriend giggles, “i didn’t quite catch that.”

you take in a deep breath, deciding to just go for something simple. “i need you.”

carl smiles happily, “i need you too, always. i’m sorry i’ve been so absent-” he stops when you move to hover over him, your legs straddling his thigh. he quirks his brow at you, ahh, how cute and naive he is. no experience, not really anyone to tell him to work these things. of course he couldn’t tell what you’re thinking about.

“i need you,” you whine, rolling your hips down as you speak to emphasize what you mean. his eye widens and his hands fly to your waist, his breathing is heavy and his gaze has already turned lustful. but not in the ravaging beast way, in the way he just looked clueless. you weren’t much better, but you found it so cute.

he leaned forward and your lips connected, slow and passionate to harsh and needy on both ends as you both groped and grabbed each other wherever you pleased. carl slid his hand up your shirt, rubbing your back before fiddling with the clamp on your bra. he laughs a little into your mouth at his struggle, unclamping it and sliding your shirt over your head to get it off.

"you're so pretty," he praises, sending heat to your face and between your legs as you kissed him again, feeling his hands guide the thin material on your chest off your arms. he then kissed down your neck, to your breasts, and back up again to meet your lips, sliding a hand down your body. you moaned into his mouth, breaking the kiss just as his fingers reach your clit.

"carl," you moan desperately, pressing your face into his neck. the tips of his fingers maintaining tight circles against your clit, occasionally asking you how it feels. you felt his heavy breaths against your ear, pretty groans leaving his lips when you grind down on his hand.

you stop his hand before you get to finish, his confused gaze following you as you lift yourself off his lap just enough to slide off your shorts and underwear. he placed his head on your shoulder, letting out small whines when you’d touch him.

you were so impatient, lining him up with your entrance, sinking down with a moan. his hands went to your hips, gripping the skin a little harsher than he intended. he leans in to kiss you again, the two of you finding a needy, messy rhythm.

carl gasps into your mouth, “feel good?” you lean back to look at him, flushed, sweaty face and blow out pupil looking at you like you were crafted by the gods. you nod with a moan, brushing his sweaty hair from his face.

he grimaces, attempting to cover his bandage again when you grab his hands and place them back on your hips. the feeling of your skin against him is enough to make his brain go haywire and forget about anything but you.

he leans into you again, letting his head fall on your shoulder again. “i’m close, baby.” he presses small kisses to your skin, pulling your body closer to him. eventually you’re left desperately grinding on him.

his hands grip your skin harsher, “i’m gonna cum,” he whines into your ear, panting and unable to speak. “with me, please.” you shiver at how breathless and spent he sounded, so desperate and whiny it sent you spiraling. you nod, telling him to let go.

he keeps chanting whispered ‘please’s in your ear, your bodies falling back on the mattress in an entangled mess. you feel carl move before he’s trailing kisses all over any bit of your skin he can reach.

“again?” he pleads, causing your eyes to widen. he slides his hand over your ass, pulling your hips into his again. “i’ve gotten a taste of you, you’ve made me addicted.”

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