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thatonelovingwalker · 6 months
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Carl Grimes x GN reader
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Summary: you see Carl with Judith and wonder if he would want a child of his own.
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Walking along the sidewalk lining your neighborhood, you heard the cooing of a baby. You immediately recognized it as Judith. Carl always walked Judith at this time, and you had just recently started walking with them.
You and Carl have been together for about three months now, and Judith has become really close to you.
Her noises got louder as you rounded the corner, and saw that she was patiently waiting for you in her stroller.
“Judith! Good morning,” you told her, letting her grasp at your hands.
You looked up to Carl and saw him looking at you as if he was seeing you for the first time. As if he saw Christmas lights brightening before him, rapping him in warmth and the feeling of safety.
“Good morning, Carl,” you told him, walking around to give him a peck. He returned it gratefully, taking ahold of your hand.
“Ready?” Was all Carl asked, making you nod.
The three of you started walking, listening to the silence that surrounded you both.
It was quiet for about fifteen minutes, and that was when Judith started to fuss.
“Nap time, Judy?” Carl asked her, circling around to pick her up.
Carl gently cradled Judith in his arms, rocking back and forth on his heels. He was whispering to her, trying to calm her down, and all you could do was watch.
He was so good with kids, especially Judith. Whenever he was with any of the younger members, he treated them as if they were his blood. As if they were his own children. It made you yearn for a normal world. One where it wouldn’t be a life or death decision.
But you knew that if it were to ever happen, whether it’s with you or another, he would be absolutely perfect.
“You’d make a great dad,”
“What?”
Carl turned to you, shock all over his face. He didn’t look upset, but he looked distracted.
And you that was when you realized you said it out loud. You didn’t mean it to slip. It just happened.
Even with his surprised features, he still looked even more fatherly with Judith calming in his arms. His hat and eye patch displayed experience, ones that he had learned from. The gun strapped to his leg showed he was capable. You knew he would be everything you ever needed. Everything any child needed.
“You’d make a great father…” you said a little bit more softly. You stayed where you were.
You saw his breathing pattern change. It was the one thing you could catch before he muttered, “Let me go put Judith down,” before turning away from you.
He left you with a sense of regret. Why did you say that?
You found yourself sitting on the couch, listening to Carl shush Judith to sleep a few rooms down. You had no idea if he knew you were there, but you waited, hoping you didn’t ruin things.
When Carl expressed what happened with his mother, Lori, and how he had to put her down for the sake of Judith, your heart broke.
Maybe mentioning anything to do with a baby was a bad idea.
You no longer heard Carl. His whispers or humming. Just footsteps. Heavy footsteps. You didn’t dare watch him, no matter how much you were dying to.
You felt the couch shift with his weight, and you knew he sat closer to you on purpose.
“You really think so?”
You could barely hear him, but you understood completely what he meant. You turned to face him, and was met with his pleading eyes. He looked so vulnerable in this moment, you just wanted to smother him with cuddles and hold him.
“I do.”
“Well, I think you’d make a great (mother/father), y/n. You’d be amazing,” Carl grasped your hand with one of his heart stopping smiles.
“Doubtful,” you said, trying to be playful. Carl picked up on it.
All he said in return was, “How about we try and see?”
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ysoandi · 1 year
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Maggie: Why are Y/N and Carl sitting with their backs to each other?
Rick: They had a fight.
Maggie: Then why are they holding hands?
Rick: They get sad when they fight.
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emodaryls · 2 months
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Father!Daryl Dixon/Autistic!Child headcanons
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Daryl would try his hardest to meet their needs. Going on runs to find headphones/earplugs, sunglasses, things with a texture they like, comfort foods, clothes that aren’t too overstimulating, whatever they need.
If they have sensitive hearing and didn’t bring their headphones/earplugs with them, he’d place his hands on their ears to block out loud noise as best as he could.
His poncho would probably bring comfort to his kid. Smelling like him, being a decent texture, them liking to just feel the fabric pattern. He’d hand it over to them whenever they’re overstimulated so they can get calmed.
If they like physical contact and pressure, he’d give big tight bear hugs, holding and squeezing them close for as long as they need. If his kid doesn’t like pressure and physical contact, he’d keep physical touch to a minimum to not make them uncomfortable.
He would never forgive himself if he were the reason why his kid was overstimulated and upset. He’d never want to be the reason why.
If they were all fidgety and pretty much on the verge of freaking out, he’ll hold their hands until they calm down. (But not without asking if it’s okay first!)
During meltdowns he’d be there for them, making sure they’re okay. After their meltdown he’ll give them time to calm down and rest, since meltdown might be very draining for them.
Overall I think he would be very supportive!! Ran out of ideas… might make a part 2
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cathrrrine · 4 months
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came across this screenshot of a tweet on pinterest and i couldn’t help but headcanon making it through the twd apocalypse because of a painfully obvious crush on daryl.
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twd headcanon: obviously crushing on an oblivious daryl dixon.
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giggling in the distance while daryl dixon is in the middle of killing walkers, “ugh he’s so cute when he does that”
kicking your feet sitting up in a tree going “hiiiii daryllllll! <3 whatcha doinnn” and he’s like “???” cause you’re legitimately surrounded by now dead walkers and covered in blood
very sunshine x grumpy coded
whispering to maggie “oh my god do you think he was checking me out?” in the middle of a battle
“does this top look cute on me?” “what do you think is his type?” “should i maybe start smoking so we can go on smoke breaks together”
reminding yourself you’re a grown woman with composure and dignity when you find yourself wanting to scream into your pillow, because this daryl crush is so frustrating and he’s just so hot and his arms are so perfect and the way his voice makes you want to climb him right then and there-
wanting to be all mysterious and cool around him but it’s like the spirit of your teenage self possesses you whenever he’s around
subtly standing riiigghhhtttt behind him so rick pairs you together for supply runs then fist-pumping to yourself when it works
rick pretends not to notice. he pairs both of you up on purpose everytime
if he helps you up, you hold on to his hand for longer than you need to, in what you think is a subtle way but everyone notices
while almost dying, “fuck, can someone make sure my hair looks good before daryl sees me? rosita PLEASE im your FRIEND stop messing with my wound and fix my HAIRhdhwhrjue”
“maggie if i pass out can you please do me a favour and make sure daryl is the one who carries me? <3 oooh do you think he knows how to do cpr-“
*in the middle of killing walkers* wow daryl!!! *slash* that was *stab* a great shot!
daryl being ultimately clueless about your flirting and genuinely just thinks you’re being friendly
carol having to tell him “daryl she’s in love with you it’s so obvious”
and he denies it “nah she acts that way towards everyone” even if he secretly wishes it was true
carol wanting to smack him on the head because everyone knows you’re head over heels for daryl dixon except for daryl dixon
when you’re caught in a herd, you force yourself to keep going because there’s no way in hell you’re going to die surrounded by walkers. in your dazed state you’re thinking “fuck this shit im tracking dixon down and im gonna use my last breath to tell him i love him”
and maybe dying in his arms sounds better than being ripped apart by reanimated corpses so you keep pushing yourself
when you make it home you basically just throw yourself at the gates and everyone rushes over to get you to the infirmary
you could’ve sworn you heard maggie yell at daryl to carry you but you’re too out of it to process the thought
bleeding out and feeling yourself fading but then you hear daryl’s voice
“come on, y/n, you’re a fighter. you gotta make it through this. i know you can. please, you have to.”
it’s a miracle how instantly that makes you open your eyes when you were seconds away from death just before that
bringing you flowers and random little gifts while you’re healing up in bed but only putting them next to you when you’re asleep because he’s too shy
him not used to the days being so quiet without you being two steps behind him
finding himself missing your ridiculous quips when he’s on a supply run killing walkers and having to fill the silence with your voice in his head, recalling all the things you regularly say to him, because it feels too weird without you
being so attentive to your needs when you feel good enough to be out and about
daryl feeling much, much better when you’re back to being yourself and the days feel normal again with you going “hiiiiii darryyylllll <3”
carol: she’s in love with you.
daryl: she ain’t. stop it.
carol: fine! but you can’t deny you’re in love with her
whole thing is very reminiscent of a high school crush; innocent, bashful, endearing. everyone’s so entertained by The Daryl and Y/N Show
they have a bet going on to see who asks who out first
daryl asking maggie if what carol tells him is true, trying and failing to be casual about it
very shrill “he WHAT?!?” scream heard from your room, just minutes after the exchange
“TELLMEEVERYTHINGHESAID-“
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thewritersaddictions · 7 months
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Day Seven: Rick Grimes + Virginity
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The longest crush you had ever had on someone was the guy who lived across the street. Your dads best friend for years now. They both at the sheiff department. Cruisers partners.
You aren't sure how it managed to be just the two of you in your backyard but as your stared at him catching the sun rays in the sexiest way. You felt you body tingle the same way it always did when you looked at him. His deputy unirform hugging him all in the best ways possible.
But right now he was just hanging at your house his son at his mothers for the next few weeks at least until summer break was over. Your own classes long over and you didn't start back up at uni until the fall. A whole great, long summer to oglle over your crush.
Your father was on duty, and had asked Rick to come over and make sure that you were getting on okay since you just managed to get all your stuff out of thier bags and get settled into the summer.
Your body floated in the water as you let the sun soak into your body with ease. It wasn't until you heard shuffle from above the water did you look up towards where Rick was sitting before. He was no longer there rather now he was sitting at the edge of the pool his legs dipping into the pool water.
Blue swim trunks that caught your eyes the seconds you opened the front doors. Southern words that dripped from his mouth. "Do you mind if'i just use your pool for afew?" You nodded, but now here you were.
"You look like you're enjoying yourself sweetheart." Rick commented. He had always used that nickname. Ever since you had lived across from him, that was now at least ten years ago. Now you were twenty-two and still waiting for him to just drop to his knees and beg that you were all he needed.
Dreams are always better in your head.
You hummed, "It's better then the stupid cold dorms at the uni." You said. He nodded and watched as you went back to sun bathing on top the water. You didn't hear him slip into the water.
A tap on your shoulder brought you out of your daze. "Rick?" You muttered as you shifted in the water. "You know you haven't said much about your time in the city. Why don't you tell me all about it." Rick is coaxing you, but you're so dumb you follow along. Ignorant to the way he's circling you, the way he's been eyeing you from his seat at the pools side.
"There isn't much to tell, exams went well, and my roomate brings every guy she mets back to the dorm so studyin' is a bitch." You shrug the last bit off. The words leave a bad taste in your mouth. "What do you mean sweetheart? You aren't beinging any lucky guys home… I mean um back to your dorm?" You shake your head water flinging to other parts of the pool.
"Oh, please I don't believe that." Rick tries, "You don't have a boyfriend, or girlfriend if you're into that sorta thing. Fine by me sweetheart." You chuckle surprised partially by his questions, but most surpised by how Rick hasn't realized that are not anybody's type.
"No I'm not really anyone's um type… guys don't really want a virgin…" Your hands smakes over your mouth
"Look I'm sorry I didn't mean…" From up to this point Rick had kept his distance, but now he was crepping closer and closer to your body. "No need to be ashamed sweetheart, this is not something that has to happen the minute you get out of high school, and anyways some guys don't how to treat a girl like you." Rick mumbles on as he activly pushes you up towards the wall of the pool.
"What do you mean?" You ask. A smirk grows on his face, "I just mean that you need an experinced man is all." "Like… um like you?" You ask, confindence coming out of nowhere. He nods, he whispers into your ear real close, "I see the way you look at me. Doe like fuckable eyes that you've got sweetheart." Even though the water is warm around you his words send shivers down your spine. "Will…' you bite your bottom lip as your back hits the wall. "Will you teach me then, Rick?" You're not begging but the way you melt agasint him and the wall says otherwise.
Smirking "Of course sweet thing." He says as his hands get to work under the water. Your binki top is off in a few seconds and the bottoms float to the top of the water. "Now that's much better, you've been showing yourself off to me ya know." You shake your head. His hands ghost over your tummy, and up to your breasts. Grabbing a hand full before falling in to kiss your chap lips. He moans into it and your melt into his touch.
Unaware of the hard on growing in his swim trunks. "You want me to fuck you good sweetheart?" He mumbles into your lips. You nod and moans as his fingers start to play with your clit. A new sensation washing over you. You brain becomes fuzzy as the feeling washes over you. Your head falls back over your shoulder blades.
"I gotta get you all nice and wet for me sweet heart. Can't go breakin' my brand new toy can I?" He plays with your clit until he's satisfied with both you and himself. He doesn't even get out of his truck just still them down his tan thighs. "This is gonna hurt, but baby that just means you'll end up lovin' the feeling." You brace yourself as the tip of his cock prods at your clit, and moans fall from your lips. The next thing you know without a hesitation or warning he's slipping his cock to the hilt. Your sobs are silent as you try to get used to the feeling. "Oh sweet jesus, Rick you feel… oh shit Mr. Grimes." You can't handle the thought of words, the sensation of his cock as the pain subsides.
He fucks you nice, and slow until he wants more from you. Moaning into the hot summer air. You aren't even worried about your father catching you, or what the neighbors might think you're just glad that right now he's fucking you so good you can't even remember what the hell your name is.
"Yeah come on darlin'… I can feel it coming squeezing me so tight I can barly move." His words are sending you closer and closer to the edge. "Y/n, sweet heart.… I want ya to cum all over my cock okay, can you do that for me? Can you do that for your dad's best friend? Can you be my dirty little virgin slut?" His words send you over the edge, and everything goes white. Your hands squeeze at Rick's shoulders and your legs wrap around his waist.
"Not gonna let go are ya?" His moans turn into groans and his grip on your hips turns into a death grip. His head falls between your shoulder and neck as his thursts become hard, and chatoic. He cum deep inside you and doesn't let go of you until he slips out of you, and looks at how fucked out you look.
Rick can worry abou the consquence later.
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Completed on: 06/20/23
Posted on: 10/07/23
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schizophrynia · 3 months
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DARYL DIXON — his imagination
daryl dixon x afab gender neutral reader
nsfw, fluff
wc: 412
summary: you called him a pretty boy and that's simply too much for his heart, and body, to handle.
era: season four, pre-governor arc two
author note: i'm reposting my old works after editing and revising them so i hope this is better :)
warnings: moaning, his lewd and perverted fantasies, edging, submissive? daryl
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daryl tightened his grip on his cock at the thought of you, little whines threatening to escape his trembling lips. he had been going at this for nearly a half hour, cruelly edging himself on the lower bunk of your shared prison cell. he couldn’t help himself. not when you teasingly flirted with him so frequently. at this point, he wasn’t even sure you were aware of it. perhaps you were just friendly and flirtatious with everybody. but whenever you complimented the way his hair framed his worn face or whenever you looked at him with such soft eyes, he often found his pants tightening.
it happened again today. you called him a pretty boy, unknowingly stirring these fervid feelings again. It was torture for him, having always to sneak away to touch himself in ways he could only dream you would. he’d softly rub at his throbbing tip, teasing himself beyond a torturous ache. and then, only when his tip drooled with precum, would he finally give in and pump his cock the way his body begged him to.
he imagined your warm breasts bouncing as he made sickeningly sweet love to you. he dribbled more precum onto his happy trail as he thought about your wet juices coating his cock. he instinctively bucked his hips up into his calloused fist, imagining getting to watch as your tight walls swallowed and clenched around him. he melted at the imagined whimpers you would make from him circling your clit in tight circles. he imagined the soft, breathy warning of your approaching orgasm. one more throb as he imagined the way you would throw your head back in pleasure, riding out your orgasm, uncontrollably clenching around him.
that.
that threw him over the edge, clouding his vision in a thick haze. his whole body convulsed as thick white ropes jumped from his twitching girth. desperate dirty nails clawed at thin, cotton bedsheets, searching for anything to brace himself with. shallow breaths came left his dry, cracked lips erratically, calming the euphoria. a warmer flood of blood rushed to his cheeks. and now came the embarrassment.
he knew he couldn’t have you, yet he still imagined you in all of the lewd, perverted ways he had. and if you ever knew, you wouldn’t speak to him again. throwing an exhausted and sore arm over his head, he tried to ignore the rising guilt that would scold him for the rest of the humid night.
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sweetlywriting · 10 months
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Daryl Dixon with doctor/medic signifcant other!
A/N-Pure fluff + might be a bit ooc I'm only on season four
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Even before the walker apocalypse he probably didn’t get regular well checkups or anything, kinda wary of medicine because his family never really took him :(
You make him feel more comfortable with it, he can trust you, he can trust whatever random prescription you say will make an injury feel better too
Let’s you eventually patch up some of his wounds from going out n stuff but is soooo reluctant because he doesn’t think it’s big deal. If you rant about infections and how small injuries turn into big ones and blah blah blah he’ll finally let you treat it, more for you than him though
It makes his heart a little warmer every time you kiss one of the wounds or graze a hand on it unconsciously checking, he tries to brush it off by scoffing but you can see his ears get red
Always says a quiet but true thank you afterwards, probably reminds you to take care of yourself and ruffles your hair too if he’s feeling it
You’re probably one of the only people who has seen those scar’s on his back
“Watch out fer yourself too sweetheart”
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witchthewriter · 1 year
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𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐤'𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  
a/n: I love Negan so much omg, he’s one of the best characters ever created. 
Warnings: mentions of guns, violence ... 
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ    
SFW🌿
⭑ He was the bad guy. The worst guy. The one who had killed your friends, well, your family. Your safety, as well as everyone else’s, had been disrupted. 
⭑ The Alexandria Safe-Zone was now officially unsafe. 
⭑ And it was all because of Negan. 
⭑ Who had taken from your home, and left everyone in a state of panic 
⭑ So now you hated him. Hated Negan with such fervour that hot anger spreads throughout your chest whenever you see him. 
⭑ But those aren’t mutual feelings.
⭑ He had spotted you during one of his visits. Your face reflecting obvious thoughts of violence against him
⭑ He liked that 
⭑ You became one of his interests. Always asking about you, where you were, if you had a partner, how you came to be in Rick’s crew
⭑ The closest person to you was Rosita, and she relented the information with gritted teeth and a gun to her head
⭑ Soon Negan had came up with a plan. He would return Daryl, if you took his place. 
⭑ Rick was stuck between a rock and hard place
⭑ He never liked making decisions where one life was traded for the other
⭑ But you accepted without hesitation. Daryl had always been kind to you, saved your ass multiple times and you knew you had to pay him back
⭑ “Y/N, you don’t have to do this,” Rosita whispered to you, her eyes pleading with you 
⭑ “I’ll be okay, I promise,” you replied, kissing her on the cheek
⭑ Negan had thrown Daryl onto the concrete, his balance completely off. Weeks in confinement had really messed him up
⭑ But even on the ground, Daryl looked up at you and shook his head. 
     “Don’t do this,” he grumbled. His voice hoarse from lack of water. 
⭑ You only smiled and helped him up. 
⭑ The journey back to Negan’s headquarters was quiet. He sat silently with a smirk that didn’t move the whole way there
⭑ As soon as the vehicle stopped, he jumped out and presented his open hand to you, you ignored it and stepped onto the grass. 
⭑ “You’re gonna love it here sweetcheeks.” 
⭑ Theme Song: (This is representative of how he feels about you, about the situation, and how confused he is.) 
‘My Way Of Life’ by Frank Sinatra
⭑ Relationship Tropes: 
  ✧ Stranded Together
  ✧ Rejected As Unworthy - Turns Life Around (Negan)
  ✧ Does Their Best To Be A Good Person But If Someone Looks At Them Wrong, They’ll Explode (You) x Does Whatever The Fck He Wants, Usually Gets Away With It (Negan)
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yourl0calidiot · 2 years
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enid-rhees · 8 months
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Can you write some Carl x reader w/adhd (platonic ofc) hdcns pls? 🫶
i love Carl so fucking much . i don’t talk about him a lot on here besides in my stories but i fucking love that dude to death. Carl has such a special place in my heart like that is my boy !!!! he just means sm to me :((
warnings: none!
A/N: hope you all enjoy! requests are open! if you’d like to request, just read pinned for rules!
okay
Carl is your bestest friend of all time. the bestest of all best friends
you met at the quarry and had instantly become bffs
he noticed the little things, like you losing focus really fast or fidgeting with your fingers constantly
when he questioned you abt it, you outright told him you had adhd
he wasn’t quite sure what that meant at first but you explained it to him
and this boy was the most understanding person ever
through the course of living at the farm, to the prison, road to terminus etc etc you get the point
he started to take mental notes of the things you struggled with
motivation, focus, mostly those two
especially when you finally got to Alexandria
when you started to get assigned chores and shifts, you struggled to keep up with them
you were frustrated with yourself
but Carl noticed immediately and didn’t waste a second in offering to help you
everyday when you were assigned your chores, Carl look over them with you and help you make a plan
it always included a few breaks to avoid you getting burnt out quickly
he’s by your side the entire time you’re on a run
one time, he found a little squishy toy in an abandoned store and gave it to you
“i found this! you could use it as a fidget toy when you’re trying to focus! :)”
i love carl so much i’m so
OKAY hear me out on this one
you love the fabric of his sheriff hat
like there’s something abt the fabric that you love
so if you don’t have your fidgets with you
he takes off the hat for you and lets you use it as a fidget
carl is the biggest y/n defender
if someone gets frustrated at you for messing up on a run oooo boy
he will yell at anyone more than half your age if they get mad at you
you are his best friend and he will protect u no matter what like
if you have any hyperfixations BEST BELIEVE he will listen to you rant for hours about it and can never get tired of it
seeing u so happy over it makes HIM happy
he’ll do anything to try and find anything of your hpfx
“carl where are you going?”
“this store might have the thing y/n really likes i want to find it for them”
i love Carl so much guys
🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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ysoandi · 1 year
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*playing twister*
Rick: Right hand red.
Daryl: *ends up on top of Y/N*
Y/N: You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?
Rick: I stopped spinning like 15 minutes ago. Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't notice.
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emodaryls · 2 months
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Caregiver!Daryl Dixon headcanons
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Part 2
Cw: mentions of smoking
A/n: this is my first time making one of these things im soo sorry if it’s bad. 💔
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Whenever he’s out on his supply runs, he’d always find something to bring back to them. Whether it’s a plushie, a toy that’s still in decent condition, blanket, clothes, a bag, anything he thinks they’d like.
Tiny forehead and cheek smooches! Especially if his regressor loves affection. ❤️‍🩹
When putting his regressor down for a nap, he’d do that little thing where he holds their hand and rub his finger over the back of their palm.
He’d definitely color with them. Sometimes he might even get into it as much as his regressor would.
So protective! Cold? He’ll give them his jacket, vest, whatever he has on him. Anything to keep them warm. Hungry? He’s instantly on the search for food. Thirsty? They can have his water.
If anyone ever hurts or upsets his regressor, they’ll never see the end of it.
Uses little nicknames and pet names such as kiddo and little one. For more fem ones, maybe things like darling, sweetheart, or angel. For more masc ones, maybe buddy/bud. (I’m so sorry I’m bad at coming up with these)
He’d want to make their regressor as comfortable as possible. They’re his kiddo and he’d do anything for them.
When he’s around his regressor, he’d DEFINITELY not smoke around them. Maybe, just maybe, his regressor would also get him to quit smoking
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thelittleangel · 26 days
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assorted physical affection headcanons
author's note: these have just been floating around my brain for a while, and I just thought I might write them down.
tags: general physical affection, male reader, can be read as gender neutral,
warnings: mentions of possessiveness, mentions of rough affection.
characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Negan.
D. Winchester
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he's very affectionate, in public or not.
he will almost always have his arm around you.
he'll be holding your hand or have an arm around your shoulders.
in public, he'd kiss your forehead, your cheek, or your mouth.
when you're in private, he'd hold you very tightly.
laying on his bed, watching a movie, he'd wrap his arms around you and press a gentle kiss to your neck.
he'd hold you in a way that your head would be resting on his chest, and you’d be listening to his heartbeat.
S. Winchester
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like dean, he is very affectionate in public, but with some moderation.
he'll hug you, and hold your hand, but he will rarely kiss you in public.
in private, he will keep you close.
running his fingers through your hair, holding you tightly in his arms.
He’s holding you in such a way that you’re facing each other.
All of his kisses are gentle, and passionate.
He will not escalate unless you make the first move.
Negan
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In front of the Saviors, he’s very rough.
But don’t misunderstand me, this isn’t affection.
This is him saying to everyone watching, “hey, this is mine.��
In your private rooms, he’s a gentler person.
He’ll often pick you up and carry you around.
He’ll sit on the bed with you in his arms and he’ll talk to you.
He’ll ask you about your day, and what you did. He’ll tell you about his.
He’ll hold you very tightly.
His kisses in private are very soft, and gentle.
He’ll rub your back and rest your head on his shoulder.
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munsonshire · 8 months
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Carl Grimes as your Boyfriend
Disclaimer: I'm not talking about child Carl, like, not the first seasons, more like the ones before his death when he was older. And no, there is not gonna be any 18+ stuff on this one. Also, this is gender-neutral. Masterlist
He's very protective over you, like, he won't forbid you to do anything but he will tell you to be careful
He likes taking you on little dates, whether it's inside or outside of Alexandria.
His fave is taking you to this one lake close to Alexandria to swim (you both clean it of walkers before doing anything else).
You are the only person in the group that can steal his hat.
He showed you his eye scar sometime after he got it, he does trust you very much.
You carved your initials on a tree because you're just cheesy like that.
He lets you borrow his flannels all the time.
When Negan comes he quickly figures out that you two are dating and in his own twisted way, he praises Carl for getting himself such a beautiful partner, though he does use you against him when threatening the group.
He won't let you come close to him with scissors, as much as he trusts you his hair is sacred to him.
Likes playing little silly games with you when there's nothing else to do, like hide and seek or something like that
You found a monopoly on a run and brought it back to Alexandria, you sometimes play with it, and he gets really defensive (in a funny way) when he owes you money, he will start saying stuff about how money is now unuseful and all that, it's cute
He's the little spoon, the poor boy needs some love, he will pout and make sad faces if for some reason you want to be the small spoon, he wants to be held
His first and main love language is quality time so he will try to spend all of his free time with you
He likes reading all his comics with you, he sometimes acts like a total nerd talking about Marvel or StarWars and all the theories that he has about what happens in the comics
He's the kind of guy that does the yawn thing, where he yawns and puts his arm around your shoulders
Will let you play with his hair and even braid it sometimes
Makes random bets with you about anything that he can think of, he always bets the same, A kiss
Holds your hand all the time
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tobyyobyy · 1 year
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carl grimes headcannons because we lack of anything for him and i can (most, if not all, are just non-apocalypse headcannons):
- autistic (we are starting off strong here)
- vocally stims vines sometimes (“road work ahead? uh yeah i sure hope it does”, “look at all those chickens”, “i wanna be a cowboy baby”) (he does that last one in front of rick a lot and rick never understands it’s from vine)
- judith: “daddy?”
- carl: “DO I LOOK LIKE-?”
- glenn taught him a lot of stupid jokes like “ligma” and “joe mama” (the usual college kid jokes)
- would use the “joe mama” joke on judith a lot
- judith would retaliate with ligma jokes (“we have the same mom idiot”)
- no one knows where she learnt that one
- loved science as a kid
- switched between wanting to become a cop like rick or an astronomer
- thought about being a palaeontologist but couldn’t see himself doing it for the rest of his life
- didn’t have a lot of friends but was still liked by other kids anyways (doesn’t mean he’s popular, people are just neutral about him)
- is on a swim team
- just likes swimming in general
- MOMMA’S BOY!!!!!
- then lori died so he made that transition over to his dad…yeah
- keeps his hair long and went through that teenage grunge phase
- listens to bands like oasis, los campensinos, nirvana, foo fighters, etc etc
- his parents music taste would sneak in sometimes tho like fleetwood mac, abba (lori) bob dylan, johnny cash (rick), any 80’s songs and old country (below the 70’s)
- because of that grunge phase he’d 100% play the electric guitar
- his grandpa taught him a bit of acoustic whenever they’d visit
- he plays the acoustic sometimes for judith, or anyone in his family who asks, but mainly judith
- plays more chill songs like something you’d find in the ‘life is strange’ soundtrack (bright eyes, angus and julia stone, iron & wine) (most of those are from enid’s music taste)
- rick and michonne let him use the garage but it still drives them up the walls when he jams out with friends
- doesn’t understand the superbowl but because his dad likes it he makes an effort to watch it with him because no one else will
- jump scares any unsuspecting victim when they turn the corner of a wall
- to calm down whenever he’s stressed/overwhelmed/overstimulated he’ll either go swimming or ask his grandparents to come over (they own a farm) to ride some horses
- allergic to peanuts (not pecans because they had to eat some when they met Gabriel so)
- hates anything deep fried except for fish
- terrible in any form of skating
- roller skating? keeps slamming into the wall
- ice skating? uses those kid-balance-crutches-thingys
- he just has terrible coordination
- obviously gets worse when he looses his eye
- he’s good at bowling tho
- even tho he’s a moody teenager he’s EXTREMELY kind
- switches from sciences to arts and english in high school
- started making little family portraits drawings
- can actually understand old english/shakespeare
- makes blanket forts with judith 24/7
- actually does have a southern accent it’s just more like loris (less noticeable than ricks)
- would 100% watch minecraft youtubers
- bisexual little shit (duh)
- when he was a kid he didn’t have a fear of needles but as he grew up he just DESPISED them like shaking screaming crying and throwing up type deal
- hums a lot to judith, usually the song “baby mine”
- snapchat user
- embarrassingly so. especially when he uses the filters
- has a diary and calls it a diary not a journal
- drops trauma like it’s nothing, like a silly joke (this is basically canon but i’ll still include it in)
- headphones on 24/7 might as well be glued to his head (his ears are too small for earphones and he likes soundproof headphones anyways)
- an entire shelf in his closet is just for comics (and some comics are thin so you can imagine how many he has)
- likes reading other things too instead of just comics
- refuses to wear elastics/tie his hair up even if it gets in his way a lot
- let’s judith put silly hairclips in it
- sometimes forgets to take them out when he gets to school but he doesn’t care much
- would watch: the office, brooklyn nine-nine, the breakfast club & moral orel
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vici-dixon-stark · 11 months
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I like to headcanon that his go-to nicknames in a relationship are baby, sunshine, sweetheart, angel, darlin'.
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