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kenmjiro · 8 months

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ೄ◌ྀ ˊˎ Scars and bad memories | Carl Grimes

Carl grimes (TWD) x Fem reader

TWS: angst, kissing, mention of child abuse

Carl was locked in his room throwing darts, he did this frequently since they let him out of the infirmary after losing his eye.

He was distant, he didn't talk to anyone except his father and Michonne occasionally, he didn't leave his room and that had me worried, I have come to see him every day, but he doesn't speak to me and barely looks at me

We had been together for 6 months before this happened, but I just don't know what will become of us anymore. It hurts me to see him like this, but I will continue fighting, because I love him and I will do everything possible to prove it.

With my legs trembling with nervousness I decided to go in, I wiped the sweat that was accumulating on my palms on my pants, I gathered my courage and pushed the door.

When I saw Carl with his back to me, he was throwing darts from the side where he had been shot, and there were no darts on the target, they had all hit the door and he seemed more and more frustrated and absent.

“What are you doing here again?” His voice sounded so cold and hard that for a moment I thought I had hit an ice barrier, and as soon as I could answer, a cruel lump of anguish had formed in my throat.

“I-I came to see little Judd.”

He didn't even look at me and continued throwing darts at him.

“She's in her room, so don't bother me.

That hurt me, but I'm not a weak girl and my duty is to help Carl, there's no time to get depressed.

“Talking to me like that won’t give you back your eye.” I knew that my comment would piss him off and I waited expecting the worst from him, that he would run me out of his room or yell at me, whatever he did to hurt me I didn't care, I needed to remove all that indifference that was consuming his feelings.

“You think I care? Go chase squirrels, you silly little girl.”

“No thanks, I already had lunch.” My sarcastic response seemed to bother him more and he began to throw the darts with more fury than before, but half of them hit the door and the rest fell to the ground.

“Do you remember when we met and I had a huge bow with me?”

“No." He cut me off abruptly, trying to silence me.

“You said it was impossible for a girl as short and skinny as me to have enough strength to shoot it, you made fun of me for days until she saw me shoot it.”

The memory seemed to have softened his bad mood; he stared vacantly at a spot on the wall and smiled imperceptibly.

“Yes, I still don't understand how you did it... You were tiny.” He gave a small, fleeting chuckle. "You still are."

Carl had spoken almost in a whisper, but since we were alone, that was enough for me. In the end he gave up throwing the darts and looked at the ground.

“I just needed my arms, correct posture...and an eye. “Carl turned around to look at me, he seemed angry, but at the same time I could see that I was getting to him.

“What are you getting at, y/n?”

“You don't need everything to shoot a bow, or a gun, or to throw darts, you just...you just have to have the way.

“Yeah? and when you lose an eye… what is the Y/n way?” Carl began to approach me in a threatening manner. " which ?!?"

“I can teach you.”

I raised my hand to caress his face, but he moved away from it as if my touch burned him.

“Oh yeah? Try it, see what you can do as a hunter.”

“First stand up straight, put one foot on the shooting line and the other behind.” With my hands I gently corrected his posture and pushed his leg so that it was aligned. “stand on your side and fix your target with your dominant eye.”

“You will say with the only eye I have left.”

His voice was bitter and sarcastic, but he was relenting.

“That's all you need, sheriff.”

I carefully took his throwing arm and told him to take it back to throw the dart, I left his side and he looked at me skeptical, but he threw, and it took him half a second to realize that he had hit right. the target. He hid his surprise and finally spoke to me without his tone of indifference and bitterness.

“Not bad hunter, now I understand how being so little you had better aim than dad.”

“You see, everything has its side... You just have to find it.”

He looked down so that his hair hid how heartbroken and sad he was, but he knew him better than I knew myself, he knew how he felt.

“And how do I find the side to this?”

She pointed to the side of his face where there was only a thick bandage.

I approached him calmly and hugged him, he didn't return the gesture, but his entire body was trembling.

“Why are you still looking for me?” His voice was barely a whisper full of pain. “I'm horrible, I can't force you to stay with me like this, please don't feel sorry for me and just leave.”

My heart hurt so much hearing his voice, so fragile, so vulnerable.

“I don't feel sorry, I love you. Please believe in me, we will get through this together, let me help you. ”

"You do not have to do it. “I’ll be fine alone… You don’t deserve to spend your life with a monster, full of scars and bad memories.”

My heart broke at his words, I separated from him and forced him to sit down on the bed in the room, it's time for me to show him my own scars, I calmly took off the blouse I was wearing and then the small tank top, leaving me only with a sports bra.

“Do you see this scar?” I said pointing to my stomach “When my uncle got drunk he was very violent, he tried to hit my mother, but she locked herself in her room and left me alone with him. "She was scared, and trying to escape I fell on a glass table... her blood must have scared him, because she left me lying there and walked away."

“and-I didn't-I had no idea…”

“and you see these marks here?” I took off the leather wrist guards I always wore. “A year before I found them I ran into a group of unpleasant people... Our leader made them angry and as punishment they handcuffed me and other kids to a fence and attracted the attention of some walkers so that our parents could see it, I I tore the skin on my wrists to free myself, I didn't even care about the pain, I just had to pull. And do you see this ugly mark?” I brushed the hair off my shoulder and showed him a large asterisk-shaped scar. “I had a small accident with Daryl when we went out to look for Beth, a guy tried to shoot me at point-blank range, luckily Daryl was able to deflect the shot and it didn't hit me.” in the heart as was his plan.”

“...Why didn't you ever show me all this?”

“Because I'm horrible... How could I expect you to love someone who carried only scars and horrible memories?” Carl looked at me bewildered and looked away.

“It’s not the same Y/n.”

“Of course... we are both full of scars and these remind us that we were stronger than what tried to kill us, we are survivors and this is our life... and I want to share my scars and my bad memories with you and I want you to you do the same. Carl, I love you and I want to experience all the good that is left in the world with you.” Without realizing it, I had walked until I was in front of Carl and I knelt down so I could look him in the face, my eyes were full of tears and my voice was shaking, “and don't think that you can decide for me, I want to be by your side... “Just… Unless you don’t love me anymore…”

He didn't let me finish and silenced my crying with a kiss. He knelt down next to me and kissed me passionately. His arms wrapped around me with strength and desperation. My cheeks were wet, but he didn't care. With his fingers he delicately caressed each one of my scars and I did the same.

“Of course I love you, forgive me for acting like an idiot, I…”

This time it was my turn to silence his lips, my entire body vibrated as the temperature rose, in desperation I lightly pulled his hair, wishing he would never leave me. When our lungs were begging for air we did not separate slightly, his lips were red and swollen from what had happened before, we both gasped to catch our breath.

“You know, it's very unfair that even with a scar like that you still manage to look so perfect.” Carl laughed lightly and leaned down to kiss my shoulder.

“Says the girl who, even with all her scars, looks like an angel.”

I blushed at his comment, it was always the same, he managed to take my breath away just with a phrase like that.

“Shut up and kiss me sheriff.”

“With pleasure, hunter. ”

The kisses continued just like the memories and the scars.

Even though we had both lost a part of ourselves and even though destiny had marked us, it no longer mattered to us, because being together we were finally complete.

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404writes · 1 year

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Devil's Haircut - (Carnid)

Summary: The last time Carl got a haircut was before his mother Lori died. He's finally ready for another one, and he's entrusted the process in Enid's hands.

Masterlist!! Taglist!!

Pairing: Carl Grimes / Enid Rhee

Warnings: Talk of parental death

Era: Not specific, but sometime around s10, pretending the Grimes family is still intact.

Word Count: 1.3k

"It's getting a bit long for the summer don't you think?" Enid sat cradling the boy in his own bed, whilst she ran her fingers through his hair, tangled from a long day of physical labour.

"Perhaps, but I don't mind it." He knew what was coming next. It didn't bother him as much as it used to, nevertheless he'd still sometimes catch himself accidentally holding his breath when the topic came up.

She ruffled his hair around, "Maybe I could give it a trim for you sometime. God knows when you last had a haircut." God might have known, but so did Carl, in fact, he remembered the occasion quite vividly. It was one of those memories he had clutched to in fear of losing after his mother died, she'd given him his last haircut.

After the tragedy, Carl had racked his brain for every reminder of his mother, mentally cataloguing it all, his memory was the only thing that wouldn't abandon him until he himself abandoned the world. For years he had spent hours each day making sure there wasn't one thing he'd forgotten about her.

As much as Carl wanted to honour her existence by telling everyone every story he had, part of him wanted to keep the small pieces of her that only he knew, right in his pocket. As if to remind him that she wasn't just stories, but she had actually, at some point in time, been tangible.

He could tell the story of his last haircut as much as he'd like, people would understand it, some had even been witness in the moment. But no one could understand how it felt to be protected by his mother's touch, comforted and soothed within such a trivial activity. In those last days before the world was ultimately doomed, whilst there was still hope, she'd kept only the most fragile of touches for her son, wanting to protect and shield him from what had seemed to be the short-term decay of the world. So that maybe, once the world had fixed itself, he wouldn't remember the global panic that froze everyone, only that his mother loved him.

He hadn't had another haircut since, he feared that if he let someone else handle him in that way, the memories would intertwine and his mother's touch would become watered down and worthless. It scared him.

Carl looked up from the poster he'd been blankly staring at, welcomed back to Earth by Enid's smiling face. God he loved her, sometimes he wanted to shout it from where everyone would hear, but other times he just wished to engulf her in the fact, in the comfort of his own room.

"You don't have to cut it if you don't want, it was just a suggestion. But, I do need you to help with mine tomorrow. Think you can do that?" Carl nodded his head. She planted a quick kiss on his forehead and thanked him.

They spent the rest of the evening doing their own activities, by each other's side, with only small chunks of conversation being exchanged every so often. They enjoyed the mildness of one another's company.

Enid set up on the front porch, clippers and fine combs, she carried a chair out the front door. Carl followed quickly behind, asking "So what do I actually have to do?" She sighed and replied: "Don't worry, it's nothing too laborious, just a trim."

He awkwardly approached the scissors, as if he'd never seen a pair before in his life. It took him a couple minutes, but he soon began feeling around Enid's head with his hands, reassuring himself that there was no possibility of screwing up.

She didn't rush him, and let him take his time. Enid enjoyed the closeness, and the domestic nature of the activity, it made her smile. She'd told Carl neatness didn't matter, she didn't mind whether it was raggedy or uneven, she'd live. At least it would be cut.

There was still hope inside of her that the act of cutting her hair would bring Carl around to letting her reciprocate the action on him. As she hoped, the further they progressed, the more slick his touches became, and the more carefree he was with the scissors, he might have actually been enjoying himself.

"Okay I'm done." Carl dusted off Enid's shoulders and let her come inside with him so she could view the final product. He looked proud of his work as she played around with her hair in the mirror.

Enid turned around and smiled into a kiss on his cheek. She pulled away to look at his face. Upon matching her stare, his gaze softened, "You know, maybe a small trim wouldn't hurt." Enid was ecstatic that he'd finally confirmed her this privilege.

She was quick to have him pulled away from her, as she led him back out to the porch. He sat down on the seat Enid had been sat in earlier, and she eyed up and down the length of his hair, deciding where would be safest to cut.

Carl wasn't even thinking of saying yes until he'd finished with Enid's hair. He'd seen the neighbours strolling past the house, quickly looking at the pair of them, only to smile and look away, as if they knew how sacred that moment was, even before Carl did.

He realised that these were the moments he wanted to outweigh the major events in his life, even though by comparison these ones were microscopic in importance. He wanted to make memories that didn't just bring joy upon reflection, but the ones that had also been joyous in the moment.

He didn't let these thoughts over-complicate the event, he sat patiently, feeling Enid take to his hair, double-checking every move she made. The segments of silence were constantly broken by pieces of playful conversation, which brought the pair to laughter. It was a peaceful environment, and Carl felt as though the interaction was encased by a small bubble, which no harm could penetrate.

~ Enid put the scissors down and took one final glance at her completed handiwork before telling Carl she had finished. He didn't immediately rise, he was still savouring the last of it, but as Enid followed him back into the bathroom, she was almost as excited as he was.

Carl took one look at himself in the mirror before letting out a single smiling breath. He could barely notice a difference in length and style, although he had to admit the load felt a lot lighter, and would do him much better in the increasingly warm oncoming weather.

"Do you like it?" Enid asked, the few seconds of silence had been too much for her, awaiting his feedback was painful.

"Yeah, you did good, really good." He looked at her once more, taking visual screenshots of the moment, that would last forever in his memory.

The thought of his mother didn't even hit him until well after the event had ceased, and the two of them were preparing a Grimes family dinner in the kitchen. But upon taking one glance at her, Carl concluded that he didn't mind that his mother's memory was beginning to become entangled by hers, in the end all his memories boiled down to love, and he loved her now more than ever.

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kelsstars · 2 years

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Bed-side Table - C.G (smut)

WARNINGS: SMUT (18+), a bit of Pervert!Carl, small part of Rope/Bondage kink, receiving!Carl, porn with little plot basically.

Summary: Y/N decides to take a walk around Alexandria after a stressing day of people fighting and being at each other’s throat. They find a certain household with one of its residents with the lights still on, and goes on to investigate.

A/N: THIS IS A SMALL ONE-SHOT. So it’s a bit rushed because I’m working on a big series that I’ll upload when chapter 1 is ready. :D

Feel free to send requests. :))

It was a nice night out in Alexandria. You were walking by the big pond in the middle of town, catching a quick breeze after a tough day. The group had gone through a bit of a disagreement and let to one of Rick’s big speeches, which then led to yet another argument. All you know is that even after everything, everyone slept like a baby, snoring, some even still with the lights on, which you ended up sneaking in through windows to turn them off. Y’know, saving the pain of your neighbors waking up to know they left them on all night. Yet you felt something off, like you were being watched. Maybe it was Daryl who had yet another sleepless night but while walking through Rick’s house, you had seen him sleeping peacefully, which brought a smile on your face. But you couldn’t turn your attention away from the fact that in Rick’s house, or more specifically, Carl’s room. The lights were on. You couldn’t see inside due the fact that he had curtains in his room, one of the only rooms in the entire town to have them actually.

You wonder what he might be up to, lately he’s been more and more talkative, more into hugging you every chance he got when you hang out but whenever you would look around his room, he never lets you touch his bedside table drawer whenever you go to his house. Especially that drawer. You don’t know if he had a diary of embarrassing secrets he has, maybe, unfortunately you couldn’t know, you didn’t want to break his trust. You start to hear slight noises from his room, maybe music? It was really low though. To be fair, you are bored and it seemed that he was awake so you look for something that could bring his attention. A rock! Just the thought of that made you recall of those old movies where teenagers would try to confess to each other with those big boom-boxes that played music. Maybe you could ask Carol and Glenn to bring back one with batteries.

You pick up the small rock and aim it to his window, it hits but nothing happens. The small murmurs didn’t stop as well so you decide to do it again. Nothing. Huh, what the hell could Carl be doing?!

You start finding a way to climb up to his window, it wasn’t something you haven’t done before but Michonne found you out one night and you tried to explain that you weren’t smooching Carl around behind her back, she was his best friend and Lord have mercy if she knew that he was dating someone without informing her first. But that would be a dream, you had to admit that you had a sort of crush on Carl. Was it admiration of his courage? Was it that he was so touchy with you and always filled your ears with compliments? Was it because he was always looking so mysterious with that hidden eye of his? Was it the fact that he was handy with guns and just looked weirdly elegant as he killed people? It could be all of them. Before you realized it, you had reached his window and start knocking on it. You immediately hear something get knocked over and shoved away into.. a drawer? You hear pulling something up and a zipper. Was he…

He opens up the curtains, allowing you to look into his room and at him. He was out of breathe and shirtless, his childhood gun shot wound from the early days of the apocalypse. His slim abs appeared through, he wasn’t fit but he wasn’t skin and bones either. His hair looked messy, and his pants were obviously rushed to be put on but it seems that he kept the bandage eyepatch one.

“Carl, what are you doing up so late?” You lift one of your eyebrows in suspicion of what Carl was doing behind those closed curtains.

He smiles at you. “Didn’t expect you to stop by room. But I was just jamming out to uh…” He stops mid sentence. “Music!”

“Sure, by the sound of it, the music must have been loud because I was throwing rocks at your window, and you didn’t answer.” He looks at you embarrassed, obvious that you caught up with his lie, but he looked weirdly amused.

“If you want the truth, I was just-“

“Playing with yourself?“ You interrupt.

“…” He stays silent as he looked away from your face. “You wanna’ come inside?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” You walk in through his window to his room, trying to avoid the awkward conversation that you found your crush masturbating. Carl leaves his arms open for a hug but before you even hug him, your intention is to start cleaning up his messy room.

Carl looks at you, up and down following your every movement you’d make, a smirk appearing on his lips. You were cautious to not step on his clothes or comic books until you found a different type of book on his floor. You pick it up and open it. At first, you didn’t quite get it, Carl’s handwriting was a bit different than everyone’s here. Once you realized what was written, it was all erotic fantasies between you and him, beyond graphic as well.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Your back was turned to him.

“I uhm.. Yep! Doing great.” You didn’t even hear what Carl had to say, you were sluring your words almost. You feel your face getting warm as you read more and more. In your mind, you wished he liked you especially after how slowly he was becoming more and more comfortable with you, but you didn’t think he would like you back. Especially in THIS way. You break out of your thoughts, as you felt Carl’s hand on your shoulder.

“Is everything ok-“ He notices what your holding and stops his tracks. The room turns silent as you just look at each other, with the ‘book’ on your hand.

“Is it this what you were hiding in your drawer?”

“Maybe it was, maybe I left it out for you to find it. Who knows?“ He rises his other hand to put it on your other shoulder, slowly massaging them.

“Do you… actually want to do all those things with me?” You turn your head back to see that Carl has already put his lips up close to your ear.

“Just say the words, and I’ll show you if necessary.” He slowly lays kisses from your ear to neck. Do you even know how to react to all of this? You’re going to melt from his touch. You nod as he starts smiling ear to ear.

“That desperate?”

Carl leads your body to his bed as he gets on top of you, getting the book out of your hand and choosing what he’ll do to you.

“Y/N, can I tie you up for a minute?” He looks down at you, with an obvious impure look in his eye.

“Tie me up? I mean, sure buy what do you mean?” Hearing you be more confused seemed to only make him more and more desperate to get his hands down on you. “Are you that distraught to get your dirty thoughts becoming realit-“

“Y/N, you have no idea how long I have waited for this. But you have to stay quiet if you don’t want my parents to find out.”

He makes a good point so you do as Carl says, as he turns off the lights only letting a small bed room light and watch as he roams around his room until he finds multiples ropes. He made sure you were the most comfortable in this situation as he tied around your chest, thighs, your inner area, arms in front of your torso. It didn’t feel tight actually, you saw that there was a piece of rope hanging next to him, what was it for? After that is over with, Carl get immediately into touching every part of your body. From behind to front, he didn’t want to miss a spot, for him, this was heaven, seeing you so vulnerable to his touch as he always thought and played with himself about. You start whining as he played around with you nipples, not wanting to give away that you were enjoying this much more than you lead on. Carl was slowly kissing and guiding himself down to you but he didn’t want to rush things, no. Why would he? He never knew if this was a one thing, Carl didn’t want to let you go off the hook so easily. So, he got up from the bed and helped you raise up to your knees.

“Suck.” He demanded as he pulled his untidy pants. His bad-tempered dick was basically begging to be taken care off. You weren’t sure how to exactly give a blowjob all tied up, but you did so.

Carefully licking his tip and slowly his sides, teasing him as Carl watched in annoyance that he couldn’t do anything to hurry up the process. You were already lining up with his perverted fantasy, he didn’t want to risk doing something against your will. Carl moans and whimpers your name as you slowly start taking him in your mouth, it felt cold as for him, shivers on his back as your warm mouth heated him up. His hip and your head started picking up the same pace as he, without warning, came inside your mouth.

“Shit! I’m so so sorry.” He looks down at you with an apologetic look, as he gets on top of you once more.

“It’s fine, Grimes. I’m okay, see?”

“Oh not for that. This.”

He pulls the piece of rope next to him, tightening every where the rope as laid upon you, including down there. You moan at the sudden act, not knowing how to react with what was happening to you. Did it hurt? Did you enjoy the pain? Did this make Carl happy?

Seeing you in such pleasure, Carl just got hard once more. He couldn’t believe his eyes, he probably thought this was not real.

“God, strike me if I am dreaming.” He whispers to himself as he watches you almost climate which time he pushes that rope.

He finally lets go of the rope and hurriedly grabs a knife to cut open the ropes. You were confused because you thought that’s what he wanted, seeing you all tied up.

“Hey, wait. I thought you wanted this?” You question the man in front of you.

“And you are right, but we both want each other and y’know these ropes are just going to be an obstacle from what I want to do to you.” He rapidly says, out of breath, taking off the ropes. You start getting all flustered seeing him all bothered up for you, and with how intensely he observes the small marking the ropes made on your skin.

“This is going to be one of many nights..” His hand run down to your entrance as he makes out with you. You didn’t even know what was going on, it seemed that Carl couldn’t decide whether to ruin you right there or be gentle and show his caring feelings for you.

“Carl, go with your own pace, I’m not going anywhere tonight.” You assure him after you long make out. He smiled.

“Alright then, I tried being nice.” He enters your entrance and he bites and sucks on your neck. Your body feels too warm, not knowing in what to concentrate on. Him being inside of you or him outside marking his beloved for others to know.

After a while, it’s come to big gig, and he grabs a condom from his bed side table and rolls it quickly on himself. God, he looked pretty when he itching for your words and actions badly. You wrap you legs around his waist and allow him to enter. It hurts so you ask if he can stay inside until you get used to it. Honestly, you didn’t need to ask, if Carl could stay inside you all times, he would. After a while, you seem more relaxes so he makes the move to back and forth. You throw your head back in pleasure but you remember that you can’t get caught by neither Carl’s parents or anyone in this position. He puts one hand on your waist to help him in thrusting into your heated suffocating walls and one into your mouth to keep you from being too loud. A little ‘Shhh’ from him made you calm until his pace started to get faster and faster. He was loosing himself in you, and you didn’t mind it at all.

“You look so wonderful from up here. I wish you could always look at me with those expressions.” Your mind wasn’t with you. You were so lost in lust and so was Carl, but it didn’t stop you from calling him gorgeous too. That only seemed to make him happier because his pace just got faster and faster as he pulled out and his condom to cum on your stomach.

Carl decides to lay down next to you, snuggling his face into your chest.

“Your heart rate is calming.” He points out as he closed his eyes, practically mumbling because of how tired he was. His sex drive was probably all muffled up inside and he couldn’t handle it. You wrap your arms around his head pulling him closer.

“Get some rest, love.” You say as you close your vision off for the night.

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sheriffgrimes-archerdixon · 2 months

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The hat

Summary: reader goes missing and only leaves one sign of life: the sheriff’s hat Carl had given to her.

Tw: angst, gore, walkers (both characters are 18!!)

Rick grimes’ sheriff’s hat had been passed down many times. And Carl took it upon himself to give it to you, as a sign of protection of some kind. Carl when he was little always stated that when his dad would wear the hat then he would be protected from all the violence in the world, and in some ways he was correct… but all of that hope and belief turned into some sort of horror as soon as Carl stumbled upon the sheriff’s hat left discarded on the floor.

“Y/n!!” Carl yelled as he ran around desperately searching for you, running upstairs of the home and downstairs, the gated community of Alexandria was safe.. always.. but you’d never leave without telling him. The hat was held in his hand before he eventually put it down on top of his head as he sprinted back downstairs palm skimming lightly against the banister before he stumbled outside seeing Rick talking to michonne. “Dad!!” Carl practically screamed, making the former sheriff’s head snap in his direction seeing the sheer fright on his sons face “woah… what’s wrong?” His hand came to rest against carls shoulder to try and calm him down “y/n’s missing!”

“Missing?” Rick spoke confused, Carl nodding breathing heavily “I found the hat discarded… I looked all around but I can’t find her. I asked Eugene and Rosita but they said they didn’t see her go out.” Rick’s face twisted with concern, his hand coming up to rub against his forehead, pinching against the bridge of his nose “she doesn’t just leave she would’ve told me!” Carl spoke with wide worried eyes, Rick nodding, hand quickly tentatively grabbing onto the boys shoulder “I know. I know… it’s unlike her. I’ll get a few people to go out and look for her. She couldn’t of gone far.” And as Carl’s lips parted Rick only shook his head already knowing what he was going to say. “No. You stay here… I know how much you love that girl. I don’t want you getting hurt by jumping into action..” he spoke simply, Carl disliked that, but knew damn well his dad was right. And so he would just have to sit and wait around for good news.

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Hours had passed by and although multiple search groups had been sent out, they had returned empty handed and now it was dark. The sheriffs hat was still planted firmly upon Carl’s head. He couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t calm down either. You and Carl were best friends, you had been best friends for a long long time even before the apocalypse and now with you missing he was beyond terrified for you.

Carl had dinner with his dad and michonne, not being able to eat much- too nervous. “Do you think she’s dead?” He questioned, Rick giving him an almost warning look to not give up before silently shaking his head. No one else spoke a word, as often times if you speak of something you fear then it will happen. Even as dinner was finished and everyone went to bed, Carl remained wide awake, now sat upon his bed packing a bag. He wasn’t going to give up. He was going to find you. As he zipped up his bag he threw it over his shoulder, opening the bedroom window and carefully climbing out, carefully so, until he felt his feet hit the floor before he immediately but quickly fled towards the gates that were left unattended, he silently slipped out of the gate shutting it behind himself before he began the long hike to try and find you.

Carl walked for ages and now it was pitch black, he continued searching around for you, but it was practically impossible to find you. He was growing worried and more sure about the fact that you had been killed until he heard an abrupt scream- his head snapping in the direction of the sound before he began sprinting wasting no time to come to this persons rescue hoping it was you. He saw and heard walkers all around but he didn’t stop, until he blindly slammed into something or rather someone. He feared it was a Walker but as he pulled back and saw your familiar face, dirty and mucky his eyes widened “y/n!” He exclaimed his eyes remaining wide, watching as your eyes teared up “Jesus Christ where were you?!” His hands came to caress against your face the groaning of incoming walkers getting closer and closer but Carl was in too much shock.

“I wanted to impress Daryl. By hunting a deer… he has been teaching me all these techniques and tricks to follow the markings on the ground but.. I— I guess I’m not ready.” Carls brows furrowed, but he knew how you always critiqued yourself way too often and constantly wanted to impress “fuck y/n.” He murmured shaking his head before he stood up grabbing onto your hands and pulling you up, instantly noticing the limp you had but he didn’t question it, instead wrapping your arm around his shoulder as he began helping lead you away from the herd of walkers. Your breathing was heavy as you gripped onto him “I- I just wanted to try and be an adult.” You spoke to him quietly “well you’re not. And if you keep pulling dangerous shit like this you’ll get yourself killed!” His words were harsher than they intended to be, and he immediately felt guilty for the way he spoke to you, murmuring an apology to you as he helped guide you somewhere safe.

Eventually the two of you found an old abandoned house, in the middle of no where. He helped you sit down before he sat down keeping his eyes on you worried and upset before he shook his head “you could’ve been killed.” He murmured and you nodded slightly embarrassed before looking down. He exhaled softly before he pulled the hat from his head and slowly popped it back onto your head leaning in to press a kiss to your cheek “next time you do that… wear your hat.” He spoke with a small smile, hand caressing against your cheek.

“Okay… deal..” you said with a small smile, you knew Rick and michonne were going to kill you and murder Carl for being this stupid. “You missed by the way.” You spoke with a playful grin and Carl raised his brows before you puckered your lips making Carl laugh “god you’re unbelievable sometimes.” He muttered before nonetheless leaning in and kissing you on the lips gently. “My dads gonna kill me.” He murmured against your lips and you smiled “oh no.” You spoke sarcastically a playful offended look appearing on carls face before he rolled his eyes “unbelievable.” He chuckled shaking his head.

(Part two on reuniting Rick and michonne+ their reaction?? Maybe? Lmk!!)

This took me forever to get out. Im sorry!!!

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Dt: @enid-rhees @carlsdarling @ghostfacesfavoritevictim

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emilymaxximoff · 2 years

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The World; Carl Grimes X Fem!Reader

CW: Fluff, Two violence, Swearing, Mention of drinking, Mention of ED when talking about Heathers

Prompt: "We're just friends." "You're joking they look at you like you're their whole world."

A/N: I kinda hate this but I invested way to much time into this to not to post it. I once again did not proof read (oops but honestly I probably never will lol) I really hope y'all like it. This is like so much fluff I swear I had a direction I was going in. Maybe I'll try to write a spicy something next lol. Reminder everyone is like at least 18 or 19. Anyway love y'all.

"Fuck!" you yelled as you used your knife to make a hole in a walkers brain. A horde had attacked your group out on a run. Everyone was fighting for their lives but all you could think about was Carl. What would happen to him if you didn't come back? Would it matter? Would he care? You two had been best friends forever and had never gone on a run without each other before. You had feelings for him and if you died now all of that was over. He would never know. You still wondered why all you could think about was him as you dug your blade into another walkers head, fighting for your and the rest of your groups lives.

Suddenly someone grabbed your arm and screamed your name. "Y/N come on we have to get to the car!" Enid was dragging you to the van you all had ridden in while Daryl and Carol covered you as you made a mad dash for the van. You violently opened the door and pushed Enid through before hoisting yourself through the door of the van, climbing into the back grabbing Daryl's gun from him as he hopped into the drivers seat and started the van to speed out of there. In hindsight it was a terrible idea to only bring your knives and handgun to this run but god you loved that shotgun and now you had an excuse to use it. You had tried to steal it from Daryl before but he had always managed to steal it back. We opened the windows and shot at as many walkers as we could as Daryl sped through the horde. When we finally got out of the horde and on a clear path back to Alexandria I sighed.

"Fuck dude, I thought I was gonna die back there. Yo, Daryl you sure I can't steal this?" you joked, holding up his shotgun.

Daryl jokingly rolled his eyes. "Keep dreaming, Y/N."

The group got out of the van hauling the small amount of supplies you all had secured out in your backpacks and walked in the gates of Alexandria. Rick greeted us with confused look as the group were covered in more blood and guts than normal.

"What happened guys? Why are you all so dirty?" Rick inquired.

"Got inta a bit of a scruff with a horde of walkers. Sorry we didn' get much this time but at least we made it back." Daryl replied.

"That's alright. Is everyone clean?" He looked us up and down as we all nodded. "Ok then, what have ya guys got for us at least?"

Daryl continued on a conversation with Rick and Carol as they emptied their bags while you and Enid crouched nearby emptying your bags as well. You gently nudged Enid with a wide grin on your face and giggled. "How much do you wanna bet Daryl is gonna call Rick sweetheart one of these days."

"Oh I would bet my life on it." she laughed back.

As you both giggled you turned your head and saw Carl coming up the road to greet you both. Your smile widened even more. You had made it back to him but the words to tell him how you felt would evaded you once again. You saw Enid straighten her clothes and adjust her hair in preparation for his hello.

"Hey Carl!" Enid said as she attempted to give him a flirtatious smile.

"Hey Enid." Carl replied giving her a quick hug before turning to you and smiling wide before saying loudly saying, "Y/N! You made it back alive." He gave you a long hug picking you up off the ground and laughing as he swayed with you in his arms. "God damn you are just covered in guts. What the fuck did you do this time."

"Jesus" you giggled. "Why do I always get blamed for this shit? What about Enid she was there too asshole?"

"Yeah but you're the fuck up"

"Fuck you." you said as you punched his arm. God he was infuriating but you loved it. He was your best friend in the whole world and everything he did and said gave you butterflies. You would die for this one eyed boy.

Enid suddenly spoke up forcing a small smile. "Hey guys how bout Y/N and I go clean up then we meet up before the town get together tonight."

"Sounds good to me." Carl replied. "See you guys in like an hour or two?"

"Yeah, sounds great see ya"

"Bye Carl." you said as you turned back to Enid. "Hey can I just come back to your place to take a shower? I was gonna ask if you wanted to watch a movie till then. I think we deserve it."

Enid grins. "Yeah I think we do. Come on let's go."

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You sat on the couch next to Enid watching Heathers. Your wet hair lay on your t-shirt you had stolen from Enid. She had let you borrow her clothes so you didn't have to go back to your room across town in the Grimes house where you lived but at this point you owned more of her clothes than your own.

"It just baffles me how people would throw up their perfectly good food." Enid commented.

"Yeah it's weird but I get it. Beauty was a big thing back then they cared if they looked like a model and not whether they could kill a bitch." You replied trying to make a joke at the same time.

"Isn't this movie about killing bitches though? Like that's the whole plot." Enid giggled. You had both watched this movie 100 times but somehow it always ended in this conversation but you weren't one to complain. Movies were scarce in the apocalypse and you were happy to even have a few, or electricity for that matter.

"Enid..." you laughed as you heard a knock at the door.

"I got it." Enid said as she jumped out of her seat and made a dash for the door. You knew it had to be Carl and the way Enid always acted around him you knew something had to be going on. Maybe that's another reason you kept all of your feelings to yourself. You didn't want to hurt Enid and you thought she had a better chance than you ever could.

"Hey guys, are we ready to go?" Carl asked standing in the door way peering into the living room.

"As long as Enid is ready so am I." you replied looking towards Enid for conformation and she nodded. You hit the power button on the remote and got up from the couch to make your way over to the door Enid and Carl were standing at.

The three of you walked down the street towards the town center. The sun shone off the water in the quarry as you walked toward it. You all laughed as you joked and got to be young adults for once. There was almost no times like these. Times where you could just live and enjoy life. Times where you weren't fighting for your life. As you walked down the street Carl continuously bumped into you lightly grazing your hand gently each time as you all hysterically laughed.

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You sat next to Enid on the couch with a beer in your hand. Your social battery was almost gone and it was late. You knew you would be going home soon. Carl was over talking to his dad and you finally had a second to breathe and take in how he made you feel. You spent the whole party making sure to not let him know how you felt. Your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Enid sighing loudly.

"Why do you have to be so fucking charismatic and prefect?" she said as she leaded back into the couch.

"What?" you asked confused.

"Just you being you and Carl is literally in love with you and I'm just so fucking jealous all the time."

You looked at Enid with wide eyes. You couldn't believe your ears. Your mouth hung open and you let out a small scoff in amusement. "What are you talking about? I am not perfect. And Carl? We are just friends. He probably has a thing for you. I promise he does not.... love me."

"Oh please." she said as she lazily rolled her eyes at you. "You have to be joking. He looks at you like you're his whole world. I keep throwing myself at him and all he can look at his your perfect ass."

"I-" you stuttered. You never wanted to hurt Enid.

"Save it. I'm not mad at you. I'm jealous sure. Maybe mad that I can't be you but I could never be mad at you for that." She looked at you gently smiling but you could see the pain in her eyes. "Listen, I can be a real bitch some-, most of the time but I like and care about you. You have been the best friend I have ever had and if giving up my pride so my best friend and the guy I like can be happy together, then so be it. And before you start denying it I can tell you like him too so just get with him and get it over with. I hate watching you guys dance around it."

"Enid, I'm sorry. I didn't want to do this to you." you stared at your lap. "I'd never purposely hurt you, ever."

You fumbled with your hands, a habit you had picked up after the apocalypse. You looked up over towards Carl. You really did love this boy. You could feel tears welling in your eyes. You didn't want to hurt Enid but you wanted to be with Carl. You wanted to feel his hands on your waist as he kissed you. You ached to kiss his soft lips and look into his eye. You wanted to tell him you loved him and to hear that he loved you back. You wanted to hold his hand and never let go. You suddenly realized you were staring when Carl looked back at you with a wide grin on his face. He started to walk over and you realized finally what was happening. You looked over to Enid, slightly panicking.

She smiled back at you then leaned in and whispered, "You got this. You should tell him tonight."

"Hey guys what are you talking about?" Carl said as he stood in front of the couch.

"Nothing important just how we should find somewhere to get new summer clothes most of my clothes are in Y/N's closet." Enid replied lying through her teeth. You smiled at her thankfully.

Carl looked back at you with a concerned look. "Hey Y/N are you ok? You look like you're about to cry."

You were about to cry, but you couldn't let Carl know that. He would ask why and you were not looking to lose your shit in front of this room full of people. "Yeah I'm just really tired." you managed to mumble.

"Oh ok. How 'bout we walk back together? I wanted to go back to the house anyway."

"It's ok I don't want to take you away from the party if you're having fun so I'll-"

"No I want to." he interrupted you. "Please let me."

You looked up at him and nodded. You really did want to leave. You looked over at Enid for approval. You didn't want to leave her in the dust. "Are you gonna be ok if we go?"

"Yeah go ahead. I think I'm gonna get fucked up and make some poor decisions like a bitch." she said giving you a smile and a sarcastic wink.

You rolled your eyes at her with a smile on your face as you let out a snort through your nose. You slowly got up from the couch to stand by Carl and turned around to face Enid. "Ok just don't make too bad of decisions. I'll see you tomorrow. And thank you, for ya know everything."

She scrunched her nose and smiled. You turned around and started to walk out of the house next to Carl. As you walked out the door Carl looked back at you to make sure you were following him. You walked silently next to Carl towards the Grimes house looking down at your feet and wondering if Enid was right about the way Carl looked at you. You looked over at Carl and all you could think about is how much you wanted to hold his hand and feel his soft lips on yours. As you and Carl walked up to the house, Carl turned to you and smiled. "You're still wearing Enid's clothes. I guess she was right about you stealing all her clothes." he smirked at you. "It's ok. You look better in them anyway."

"Thanks." you laughed. "Don't let her hear you say that though. She'll beat your ass."

You made your way up the stairs and towards your room but before you could get there a voice calls your name from behind you.

"Y/N. Hey wait. Can we talk?" Carl asked

You turned around with your hand still on the door knob. Your heart was beating out of your chest. Had he heard your conversation with Enid from across the room? Did he not feel the same? Was he in love with Enid? "Yeah what's up?" you asked trying to sound as cool and collected as possible but your voice still broke imagining the worst.

"I know you aren't just tired. I can tell something else is going on. I see it in your eyes. You know you can tell me anything. I would never judge you." He cupped your face in his hands wiping a tear off your face. "Did Enid say something to you? Was she being a bitch?"

"No no nothing like. Quite the opposite really." you quickly reassured him.

"You seemed fine before you talked to her so if it's not that, what is it?"

You tightly closed your eyes and bit your lip to try to suppress your tears but it wasn't working. "Can we maybe talk in my room? I feel like I need to sit down."

"Yeah of course. Anything." he said as he moved his hand from your arm to your hand and squeezed it tightly. He took his other hand and cupped your face wiping tears away once again. You lead him over to your bed and sit down. He can feel your hands shaking in his hand and he holds them tighter. "It's ok I promise you can tell me anything."

You inhaled deeply and closed your eyes gaining the courage to tell him how much you loved him. Enid's words replayed in your head 'you should tell him tonight' and you finally took your last deep inhale and ignored the pit in your stomach to finally tell him how you felt. "I am mildly, well very upset because of something Enid said but it's not because it was mean. It was weirdly nice and selfless of her to put aside how she felt for my feelings. She told me she was jealous of me and the way you looked at me. She said you looked at me like I was your whole world. I've never noticed it before and part of me thinks she's wrong because I just don't see how you could ever like me. I thought you might have feelings for her because well, she's Enid but there is another part of me praying and hoping that she is right because I ya know like you..." you paused quickly readjusting your words. "You know what no. Fuck it. I'm already this deep in, I love you and thinking for even a split second that there was even the slightest chance that you might feel the same, that you might, love me too made me so happy. I have loved you ever since I moved into your house. I have thought about what it would be like for you to kiss me, and look me in my eyes and tell me that you fucking love me too. You don't have to feel the same way and I am so sorry if I ruined our friendship but when you asked I had to tell you and Enid said to do it tonight so I guess fuck me I did it." you said sobbing.

"Y/N please don't cry." Carl said lifting your chin and staring in your eyes before pulling you in and kissing your lips. His lips were soft and warm. He started gently but deepened the kiss by the second making you feel safe and secure. You had never been happier. He pulled away and placed his forehead on yours with his right hand holding your face and his left still holding your hand. You positioned yourself the same holding him close. "I look at you that way because you are my whole world. I love you more than anything. I have loved you ever since you became part of our group but I never said anything because I thought you wouldn't like me back either. I love you so much Y/N. Please don't ever leave me."

You smile, happy tears streaming down your face, taking all your stress away as they fell off your skin. "Never Carl. I will never leave. I mean it."

Carl kisses you again and finally you are happy. In his arms you feel no harm can come to you. You pull away and look at Carl barely able to contain the cheesy grin you are trying to suppress. There is nothing that could ruin this.

"Hey, can I maybe stay in here and cuddle with you tonight?" Carl asked nervously but he was almost sure of the answer.

You couldn't hold back your grin anymore and you laughed quietly. "I guess so but on one condition."

"What's that."

"You make this a regular thing. You don't get to sleep here only once."

He laughed and replied "I think I can work with that beautiful. You have got yourself a deal my love."

As you drifted off to sleep wrapped in Carl's arm you realized you have never been this happy in your life, not even before the outbreak. Enid had done the most selfless thing she could and now you were laying with the man you loved, warm and cozy.

#carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd #the walking dead #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes twd

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coolpartytimefan · 2 months

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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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#the walking dead #the ones who live #twd: the ones who live #twdedit #towledit #towl spoilers #richonne #richonneedit #rick grimes #michonne grimes #andrew lincoln #danai gurira #mine and only mine #AND IF I SAID I CRIED #between this and the carl moment #this whole scene BROKE ME

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oneeyedgrimes · 29 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 · 2 years

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how about a fluff carl grimes alphabet

𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬-𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

summary: following the alphabet with fluff headcanons

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

cw: fluff.

Activities = (How do they spend their free time with them?)

Carl doesn't have a lot of free time, but when he does you betcha it's with you. he likes reading comics with you at that little spot in the woods, drinking old hot sodas with you while flipping through comics is a great way to spend a day in his opinion.

Beauty = (What do they admire about their s/o?)

ooo for beauty, he loves your eyes and your lips. he loves it when your eyes linger on him and the taste of your lips stays too. he admires your sternness, you don't hang onto feelings and you get right to it, speaking your mind but you're still so understanding, your badassyness is something carl adores.

Comfort - (How would they help their s/o when they feel down)

you're good at hiding your feelings when your down (which sucks when he's trying to help you) if its something personal you push it down as there are bigger things to handle right now. but if its something like a death, or anything huge like that he usually holds you, cooks for you, ect.

Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

you tell him not to. which hurts. you tell him that because nothing is settled, and if it comes down to it, you're the one going down. not him. (which he doesn't accept) buuuut, by himself, in his dreams, he pictures a calm life with a family. (and secretly you do to)

Fight = Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

yes. its easy for him to forgive you, nothing is for certain, and you could very well die the next day, so little fights are not worth fighting, and coming to an understanding is easy with Carl. But if it's something bigger -which is rare- it would probably take some space for you both to think it over, then forgive.

Gratitude = How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

extremely grateful. he takes every moment you two have together and embraces it completely. the only thing he wouldn't and couldn't be grateful for is you pushing him out of the way from a walker and leaving yourself completely in its way -it scares him to lose you, and for him to lose you because of him? he couldn't live with himself.

Honesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

no, he is pretty much an open book. nothing else you can really hide after going through all that. but some things should just be kept. he doesn't share everything, and that's not needed.

Inspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around?

you changed carl for the better and carl changed you for the better. you both could've gone down a dark path with the state of the world but with each other, you sparked a light in it.

Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

carl and you can read people very easily, but something you just can't seem to catch is when someone is lightly flirting with you. so when he catches it, and you don't seem too bothered with them doing it (because you have no idea), yeah he gets jealous. he deals with it by usually showing the guy that you're his by probably swinging an arm around your shoulders or sneaking an arm around your waist, and that makes him feel better.

Kiss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

yes he is, and the first kiss was sweet. a long dragged out kiss that was more of a short makeout than a peck..(because he -and you- waited so long to do that)

Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

the confession was the kiss. just finally breaking the ice and kissing.

Marriage - Do they want to get married?

yes, he does. he hasn't brought it up to you, but you want to. just need some time first.

Nicknames - What do they call their s/o?

babe mostly, and doll when he is feeling romantic <3

On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

he is mushy and protective. is it obvious? completely see-through. he expresses his love through touch, always hugging or kissing you.

PDA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

not upfront but makes it known with a hand on your waist. he brags to his michonne -he is adorable- but no one else, his bragging is just him being proud and just vents his admiration to michonne (who melts when he talks about you with nothing but love)

Quirk - Some random ability they have that's beneficial in a relationship.

he listens.

Romance - How romantic are they? Cliché or rather creative?

he is romantic in the sense that he's gitty when he talks about you to others. but not the cliche romantic dude (because you hate that, and he'd feel embarrassed)

Support - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

you have no goals but he believes and trusts you completely.

Thrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

the only new things you guys try are new positions.

Understanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

he knows the ins and outs of you, and yeah, he is completely empathetic.

Value - How important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

everything. he'd die for you (even tho you hate it when he says that) the only thing he can think to compare it with protection-wise is probably with Judith. you guys are the things he wants to protect the most.

Wild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

he didn't want to show you his eye. even once it was healed up. he was worried you wouldn't want him anymore (which even he knew was complete bullshit, but his insecurities got the best of him) but when he needed to change the bandages and michonne and rick were gone, you stepped in. he tried to turn when you took it off but you kissed him and changed his bandages, he thinks of that often <3

XOXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

VERY. he is extremely affectionate and loves to kiss and cuddle you.

Yearning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

he is really worried when you're out on a run. he tries to distract himself by reading comics, but that just reminds him of you and how anything can happen out there.

Zeal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

he'd do anything for this relationship, no matter if it's giving you the water when you guys were on the road, saying he wasn't thirsty when he knew damn well his instincts told him to down that bottle completely. or if it's risking his life to save you from a walker. he'd do anything for you.

an: this was a lot harder than anticipated! definitely smut and angst are easier to write for me lmaoo, but I did enjoy this! thank you for the request <3

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kenmjiro · 8 months

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Innocent brat +18 | Carl Grimes (TWD)

Teen! Carl Grimes x ¡Adults! Fem Reader

TWS: NSFW, jealous! Reader, 18+ SMUT, dom/sub, oral sex, implied virgin!, inexperienced! Carl, lots of cum, overstimulation, drinking, Nude, age gap, raw sex, hormonal teen, obsession, exhibitionism, wet pussy.

From the porch of my house I watch the new survivors pass through the gates of Alexandria. They are a small group in which I see that they are carrying a baby... It has been so long since I have seen a baby. Unintentionally, a small smile sneaks onto my lips.

My brown eyes follow attentively as the new ones move through the streets and stop right next to my house. The one who looks like the teenager of the group repairs my presentation and makes a face. He is very pale and has a beautiful bluish look. I wink at him for fun and he soon looks away, totally embarrassed.

The next few days I spend watching him as if he were a crazy stalker, throwing him flirtatious glances and smiles that are not reciprocated.

Brats.

From time to time I approach those in his group and try to get along with some of them. The teenager's father trusts me right away and recommends that I be friends with his son Carl. She says he has a hard time making friends who aren't his age.

“I don't know, Rick,” I complain after seeing how his son greets us politely and goes into his house with the girl in his arms. “Your son is difficult, he doesn't talk to me much. On the other hand, with Jessie's children he has better communication. Even with Enid.”

Rick laughs and continues to stare at his hands.

“I think my son likes you.”

A little more and I spit out the coffee that the man has invited me. He laughs again and I feel ashamed as he hasn't done that in a long time. He was normally a straight-laced girl and I didn't care what people thought of me. But when Rick said Carl liked me, I felt a little intimidated.

“How old is he?”

“18”

A mocking smile comes to me and any trace of shyness evaporates into thin air.

“So I'm only two years older than him, interesting.”

“Why this sudden change?”

I shrug and take another sip of the sweet coffee.

“I thought he was smaller and that's why he treated him like Jessie's children. At first I thought about hitting on you but it seems like you're with Michonne, it's a shame you're not single. We wouldn't have had fun together” I raise my eyebrows repeatedly and show him an arrogant smile.

Rick laughs like a child at my joke and taps my head several times.

“You are very funny. I like you.”

“I know.”

Saturday arrives and the community leader informs us that there will be a party, there are no reasons, it will just happen and that's it.

“What could I wear today?” I ask Aaron.

The man looks at me curiously and goes into my room.

“That white jumpsuit is pretty, why don't you wear it?”

“I want something that's easy to take out.”

Aaron puts his hands over his mouth and lets out a little scream.

“Should I be afraid that my daughter is thinking about dirty things?”

He threw the first thing he found at his head and he quickly dodged it. I decided to live with Aaron and his boyfriend at the time they found me almost dying, they took care of me as if I were one of his family.

“I don't think about dirty things,” I complain, making a big childish pout. “It's just that I want to wear something comfortable. Besides, if I want to pee it will take me two years with the monkey and people outside will think I have diarrhea or something similar.

Aaron nods after letting out a thousand laughs and heads towards my closet.

“This is perfect.”

He smiled from ear to ear when he saw the blue ruffled dress. He accompanied the wardrobe with sandals and his hair down.

Once at the leader's house I talk about trivial things with people and from time to time I pretend to drink soda when in reality I drink beer as if it were water. I hated strong alcoholic beverages and beer suited me wonderfully with its flavor. I say goodbye to a neighbor who is boring me with a new recipe that she has discovered and I go out to the porch.

I turn my head and not far away I see Carl and Enid striking up a conversation. They seem to be having fun.

“You do not drink?” A voice asked behind me.

“Do you want a sip of my Coca Cola ?”

Rick shrugs and agrees to my request.

“Beer, huh?”

“Yep. I can't go through the holidays without a little alcohol in my system.”

I rest my hands on the railing and tilt my head toward the sky. The night is beautiful and refreshing. Rick accompanies me in silence while he sips his glass of unknown liquid.

I turn my eyes towards Carl for the umpteenth time and feel annoyed by the close proximity he has with Enid.

“I'm going to go to sleep,” I mutter and leave my empty can on the floor. “I'm kind of tired.”

Rick nods and bids me goodnight m. I go down the few steps and accidentally or out of drunkenness I give Carl a slight push.

“Be careful,” he warns, raising his voice.

I laugh very softly and continue down the road to my house. But I'm counting the steps because I don't feel like going in yet.

“You look like a turtle.”

I stop walking when I hear his voice and turn behind me.

“Oh wow, you know how to talk” I mock him and see the confusion in his eyes.

“Are you drunk?”

“My God, Carl Grimes, I really know how to talk.”

I come back I let out several laughs and decide to return to my path.

“You intimidate me.”

For the second time my feet stop

“That?”

Carl closes the distance and I feel dizzy again, I don't even know why I feel that way anymore. It's not that he drank too much either.

“Every time you try to talk to me I am unable to continue the conversation because you intimidate me”

“I don't mean to do that, Carl, I just want us to get along.”

“I know, but I don't know what's wrong with you. I get nervous when you're around, I feel like words get stuck on my tongue, that's why I don't want to talk. I.."

Fuck it. I closed the distance and with amazing speed he placed my hands on his shoulders, pulling him towards me. Carl looks at me and hesitates for a few seconds on what to do, he ends up placing his hands on my waist. The closeness is minimal and he can feel the warmth of his breath hit my face. The brat is so tall that he is almost a head taller than me.

“I like you, Carl, I like you a lot. And I don't know what you did to get it. Because you are not that handsome, even your father is and he is older.”

Carl laughs.

“You think I'm very handsome,” he says with a huge smile.

“Suddenly you're more confident,” he joked.

“He knows that I reciprocate, he gives it to me.”

Our noses collide as he leans in a little and I feel something stir inside me.

“And now is when you kiss me…” I whisper as I bury my fingers in his hair, it is long and soft. Wow.

Carl doesn't hesitate this time and he doesn't take long to place his thin lips on mine. We slowly move our heads and set a certain rhythm, while our tongues play timidly.

Since when haven't I kissed someone? Asking myself that question while I continue kissing Carl makes me think about other things. He becomes much more attached to my body and I try not to be surprised when I feel him moan into my mouth.

We're in an apocalypse so I suspect he hasn't had a girl his age to share fluid and that shit that hormonal people do. Yes, I am another. But I'm not going to say it out loud.

A gasp escapes my lips as Carl pulls away, nibbling on my lower lip.

I'm hot.

Ablaze.

“Do you want to come to my house?” He asked after thinking it over for a while. “No one will bother us.”

Who invites a boy to his house so quickly? Well, there are no rules to follow and I didn't think I would feel bad about it.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes and you?”

“If you want, so do I.”

Carl smiles and lets himself be guided to my beautiful home.

Once in my room, it doesn't take long for him to start the round of kisses again. He corners me against the wall and timidly touches part of my waist and butt.

“I haven't been with someone in a long time,” I admit without much shame, “so I hope you're a gentleman.”

Carl lets him touch me and places both hands on my cheeks.

“I am a Virgin.”

Holy shit.

“Am I going to be the first girl? I thought you had something going on with Enid.”

He quickly denies.

“She's just a friend, nothing more. And yes, you are going to be the first and I hope the last.”

She smiled tenderly and planted a kiss on his lips.

“Undress me and touch me. Don’t be afraid, Carl explore your curiosity.”

The boy licks his lips and directs his hands towards the straps of my dress. He lowers them slowly and with that, the dress falls to the floor. He looks with admiration at my body, which is still covered with my underwear.

“You're beautiful”

I don't feel self-conscious about looking at him or being exposed to him. I don't have to have a complex about my body, my big thighs, my stretch marks or my cellulite. After all, I love myself a lot, I'm a plus-size hottie and fuck stereotypes.

Carl smiles and closes the distance between us again. He kisses me slowly and asks me to undress him. My hands shake a little so he calms me down saying that there is no rush and that we have all the time in the world. He huffed and tried to calm me down, so he started to unbutton my plaid shirt. Carl takes off his shoes and lets me take off his pants.

We both were left in our underwear. Carl allows me to look at his body and what catches my attention the most is his prominent erection. Phew.

“What should I do?” He asks with his hands tilted to the sky.

He smiled.

“Take off my panties”

Carl squats down and reaches with both hands to the sides of my underwear, pulling them up and sliding them down my legs. I kick him away and try not to laugh at the shock on his face.

“Can I touch you there?”

Listening to his questions and noticing the innocence in each one turns me on more and I become moister in a surprising way. I swallow and nod my head, but it's not enough for him, he wants to listen to me.

“I already told you Carl, you can touch me.”

Carl knows I give him the green light and he begins to explore my most intimidating area. His fingers settle into my folds and he gently touches and rubs. I throw my head back before his inexperienced caresses, which turn me on very much.

“Oh fuck!” I squeal as soon as I feel his tongue slide right there.

I don't I hoped he would dare to jump in so quickly.

“I have hurt you? She asks, turning away from her with the look of a scared lamb.

“Is not perfect.”

Carl smiles sideways and I feel his confidence increase. He places his hands on my buttocks and buries his face against my center. He wails and tortures me.

I bury my fingers in his hair and pull him closer to me.

“Umh..yeah…like that…”

Carl increases his kissing and licking, making me lose my bearings.

“I'm going to cum if I keep it up, you have to enjoy it too.”

Carl's eyes light up and he soon stands up. I remove my bra without much thought and head towards my drawer to get a condom. I hand it to him and he looks at me doubtfully.

“Your sister is beautiful and very little, you wouldn't want her to be an aunt at that age, would you?”

He denies repeatedly and gets the message. Carl undoes his boxers and his erection points in my direction.

Let the fun begin.

He pulled his hand and motioned for him to sit on my bed. I kneel before him and ask him to open the package.

“Do you want to put it on or should I?”

“You do it”

I nod. He quickly slid the condom and after giving a couple of applause I sat up. My hands are placed on his shoulders and Carl holds my hips, so I can sit astride him. He grabbed his member and placed it gently over my entrance, he pushed my body down and took a few breaths to get used to the new sensation.

Carl snorts and throws his head back. I gain momentum and begin to take small jumps.

He digs the pads of his fingers into my buttocks and helps me push myself up, he releases me and I swallow his suddenly hard erection again. We repeat the same action several times and we both continue moaning. The only thing you can hear in the room is the clash of our bodies, our heavy breathing, our moans and the smell of sex.

“I love you…” he growls under his breath and plants a kiss on my lips.

I move from front to back, slowing down. Carl puts our foreheads together and a couple of minutes later he climaxes.

“You're quite a man now,” he joked, trying to catch his breath.

“Can we repeat as soon as I recover?”

Seat.

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Bodyguarded (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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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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