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can you write a Carl grimes x reader where reader is Rosita’s sister and she’s protective but still lets them hang out. And it’s during the time her and Abraham are going through a rough patch and we get a little bit of sister comforting sister? Please and thank you!

Carl Grimes X Rosita's Sister

Hi!! Thank you for requesting this, it was a beautiful idea. I'm sorry if it's not exactly what you imagined, I kinda splurged and got dramatic with it. (Sorry that it's so long btw.)

You grabbed your boots and sat on your bed, propping your feet up on the ledge so that you could tie your shoes. A familiar knock sounded on your wooden door and before you could answer, Rosita cracked the door open slightly and poked her head through the gap. Being the only blood-related family that you had left, you and your sister were pretty close, even though you were only a teenager, and she was in her early twenties.

“Whatcha doin.” She sang. “Putting on my shoes.” You answered, matching her lively tune. She opened the door a little more, stepping into the room. The sound of her combat boots were loud against the wooden planks as she walked slowly, leaning against the bed beside you.

“So where are you going?” She raised her eyebrows. “Just with Carl.” You smiled, tightening the knot and dropping both feet back to the ground.“Again?” She questioned.

You had already gone outside to walk with Carl when he took Judith on their daily stroll, but the both of you had nothing to do so you agreed to meet up again later in the day. It was about 6 pm and the sun was beginning to set.

You nodded. “Something wrong with that?” You furrowed your eyebrows. “I guess not.” She responded. “You guess?” “Hey, all I’m saying is that you should be careful.”

You wanted to ask her what she meant by “careful”, but you already knew. She was afraid that Carl was going to hurt you like Abraham did to her. You understood her concern, but it frustrated you that she would assume something like that from Carl.

Rosita has been extremely protective of you and your relationship with Carl ever since her breakup with Abraham. It seems almost as if she’s wanted you to distance yourself from him. She’s done subtle things and made simple remarks that made you question your relationship and how truthful Carl was being, even though you previously were very confident in it.

You rolled your eyes. “Careful? Yeah sure. I’ll be careful.” You scoffed. “I’m serious.” She stood up. “You’re young, and” She paused. “I know how much you care about him. I think you should take a step back.” She added. “A step back? For what” You sighed. “Believe it or not, he cares about me as well.” You added. “That’s what I thought too.” She mumbled to herself, not quite meaning for you to hear.

You raised your eyebrows, shooting her a dirty look. “Don’t compare our situations!” You raised your voice. “I’m just looking out for you!” She matches your tone. “Abraham and Carl are NOT the same!” You yelled at her. “You don’t know that.”

“Ugh!” you grabbed your jacket, throwing it on, and storming out of the house. Slamming the front door shut behind you. The cold air hit you hard as you fumbled with the zipper. You shoved your hands in your pockets and walked down the street, your anger, very visible on your face.

You couldn’t help but think back to when you found your sister on the edge of her bed with her head in her hands. Her breath was ragged and the collar of her shirt was soaked with tears that had fallen all the way down from her face. You had heard the yelling from your room, and went to check up on her. Abraham stormed by you with a large duffel bag slung over his shoulder when you walked into the room. You couldn’t get her to lift her face from her hands or tell you what happened. The most you could do was sit by her and hold her as she cried.

You knew she was looking out for you. You knew that she didn’t mean any harm. It scared her, and the fact that she was scared, scared you. Not only were you afraid, but you were also mad. Mad at Abraham for hurting your sister, mad at Rosita for everything she’s said and done, and mad at Carl, because maybe, just maybe all of those negative thoughts that raced through your mind, were true.

So lost in your own mind, you forgot where you were headed, still walking furiously. It was a hand on your shoulder that snapped you out of your train of thought. “Where are you going?”

You turned around, only to be met with a face that you forget you were coming to see, your boyfriend. You didn’t respond. Carl looked back at you, clearly bothered by your expression. “What’s wrong?” He asked, furrowing his eyebrows. His hand still holding your shoulder. You stared at him for what felt like an eternity, not knowing what to say. You wanted to be mad but his gentle and calm nature towards you made you feel bad.

“I think I’m just going to go home.” You broke eye contact with him. “It’s cold out anyway.” You added, blaming it on the weather.

“You’re mad” He states with no question. You didn’t want to talk about it. “I’m fine, it’s fine.” You pulled your shoulder back, forcing Carl to take his hand off. You turned around and walked away, deciding that it would be better if you didn't look at him, that way you didn’t cave and spew all of your emotions out at once.

You tried to get away, but of course, Carl persisted. “Hey, where are you going? I’m trying to talk to you, don’t walk away from me.” He called out to you, following closely behind. You were overthinking too much to talk right now. It would only make matters worse. Of course he couldn’t understand that though.

“Carl, just let me be. I don’t want to talk right now.” You continued to walk, slightly quickening your pace, hoping that he would give up. He stayed close behind you, picking up speed as well. “What did I do? Why are you mad at me?” He questioned. “Nothing. You didn’t do anything.” You answered with a hint of annoyance in your voice. “Then why won’t you talk to me?”

You couldn’t stay quiet anymore. “I can’t hang out with you so much.” You turned around, facing him. He stopped in front of you before furrowing his eyebrows. “What, why?” He questioned. “Maybe I need to take a step back.” You copied Rosita’s words, even though you didn’t really want to. “Why would you do that?” His expression twisted into a very confused one. “What happened? We’ve been together so much. I mean, it was your idea to hang out this afternoon in the first place.” He raised his voice.

He was right. You knew he was, but Rosita’s words were getting in your head. Your mind was all over the place and you didn’t know how to please everyone all at once. You were staring to do exactly what you tried not to. Carl was raising his voice at you, Rosita was mad, and you were overthinking anything and everything. Your emotions were becoming overwhelming and you could feel your eyes began to water.

“Nothing happened Carl. Maybe this just isn't working” You matched his tone. “What isn’t working?” He responded, worry filling his voice. “ I don’t know Carl.” You tried to walk away again. “What’s not working!?” He yelled. Anger filled your voice and tears filled your eyes. “Maybe we shouldn’t be together!” He looked at you, stunned, and when you felt the tears falling down your face, you turned away from him, running up the front porch steps. He followed after you, calling out your name, but you slammed the door in his face, leaving him standing on the front porch alone.

You sat on the couch, burying you face in your hands as you cried. As soon as you sat down and took time to get your thoughts together, you realized that breaking up with Carl was not what you wanted at all, matter of fact, it was the least of things you wanted. You felt so bad, but you knew it was too late to take it back.

“Hey” You looked up to see Rosita, standing in the hallway leaned against the wall. “I don’t want to hear it.” You said, not quite ready the hear the ‘I told you so’ lecture. “You were right. I’m sorry.” She said. “What?” You looked up at her, not expecting her response. She walked towards you, sitting beside you on the couch. “I heard it all. Why did you do that?” She asked. “How did you hear?” You asked. “My window’s open”

“Why’d you break up with him?” She asked again. You had to think about it. “ I don’t even know, I guess I was scared.” You answered truthfully. “Scared?” She questioned. “Everything you said went straight to my head and my emotions got the best of me.” This was all true. You didn’t want to end things with your boyfriend. You wiped your tears from your face and she placed a comforting hand on your back.

“Look.” She said. “I’m sorry, and I was wrong. I don’t want you to get hurt like I did. I don’t want to see you in the same situation, but after what happened just now, I don’t know. I saw how Carl could immediately sense how you were feeling and see through your lies. I saw how upset he was when you said you shouldn’t be together. I can see the love he has for you. It’s different. Abraham never really treated me like that. Not even when it was only us and Eugene.”

You looked up at her. “I’m grateful that you have a guy like Carl.” You sniffled. “Yeah. He is pretty nice isn’t he?” You laughed a little. “I didn't mean what I said to him.” You told her. “I know you didn’t, but he doesn’t know that. I’m sure he’s hurting right now.” You nodded. “I know, I feel horrible, but I don’t know how to apologize.” You said.

“If you love him, you’ll figure it out.” She responded. “You’re right.” “Go talk to him.” You nodded. She held her hands out to you and you embraced her in a hug. You held each other tightly for at least 20 seconds before you let go to get up.

You walked towards the door and took a breath before opening it and stepping out. To your surprise, Carl hadn’t left your front porch. He was sitting on the stairs. His head was in his hands and his elbows were propped up on his knees.

“Carl?” You said, as you shut the door softly behind you. He looked back at you, but didn’t say anything. You took a couple of steps towards him. “Can we talk?” You asked sincerely. He nodded. You sat down on the stairs beside him and looked up at the sky. It was dark at this point.

“I don’t want to break up with you.” You said, looking at the moon. “Then why’d you do it? I don’t understand what I did wrong.” He asked, turning his head to face you. “It wasn’t your fault. You didn't do anything.” You said, locking eyes with him. “Then why?”

You took a breath in. “What happened with Rosita and Abraham was really getting to me. She had been saying things about the possibility of you hurting me like Abe did to her.” He furrowed his eyebrows. “I don’t know, I guess it scared me.” He looked at his feet. “Do you really think that I would do anything to hurt you?” You thought about it for a second. “No.”

It was true. He cared so deeply about you, he would never hurt you, and just as you realized that, you also realized that you had left him, and it had hurt him. Everything that you were scared of him doing to you, you did to him. You rubbed your eyes, not wanting to cry any more.

“I’m so sorry. I really am, I don’t know what I was thinking.” You spoke softly. “So none of it was true?” Carl asked. “No.” He rubbed his face.

“You have to take what other people say with a grain of salt. They don’t know anything about our relationship. And you have to realize that at the end of the day, I’m not Abraham and you’re not Rosita.” You nodded. “You’re right, I’m so sorry.” You said, your sadness clearly visible on your face.

“It’s okay. As long as it doesn't happen again.” He looked at you. “It won’t, I promise.” You sniffled a little. “So we’re good?” He asked. You nodded. He put his hand around you and pulled you towards him, into a hug. “I’m so sorry.” You whispered into his shoulder. It’s okay. He whispered back, placing a kiss on your temple.

“Do you want to spend the night here, with me?” You asked. “I would like that.” He smiled.

Again, thank you for the request. Feel free to give me more if you like this one. I hope you like it!!

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Hi!! Everything has been so crazy recently with school ending, exams, etc. I'm sorry I haven't posted. But summers coming up, which means that I'll have all the time in the world, so feel free to send in requests or give me ideas. I'd love to hear them, thanks!!

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Pretend You Hate Me SUMMARY/INTRODUCTION

Previously I told you guys about a book I was writing. This is a summary type thing, but in first person. I think I'm going to post chapter by chapter either every week or every other week.

I can’t seem to understand why God chooses who lives and dies in the way that he does. Surely, if he were to choose who is to go reasonably, I would have been the first, yet, out of all the people closest to my heart, I was the last.

I wanted to believe that there was a reason he had chosen me to survive but I couldn’t. It was hard to be grateful, to thank my lucky star because I felt that I wasn’t. I couldn’t have been. Not if everyone I knew and loved were merely thoughts and memories. What had I done to deserve this fate?

Most people would’ve considered me exceptionally lucky though, after I had found a group willing to take me in. And not just that, but I found them right after losing my family, but while I was no longer alone, my loneliness continued to worsen.

It was all thanks to a boy. An egocentric, selfish boy. Carl Grimes. What could I have possibly done to make him despise me so deeply the minute he laid eyes on me. I couldn’t have been as much of a burden as he thought I was. But the bigger question, after everything, why couldn’t I hate him back?

Are you guys interested in this? Also if I continue this, would you rather have it as a Carl x Reader, or Carl x OC?

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Y/N: *writing a note* Daryl, if you’re reading this-

Y/N: Wait… can Daryl even read?

Y/N: *crosses it out and starts to write again* Carl, if you’re reading this-

Y/N: Can Carl read?

Y/N: …

Y/N: Carol, if you’re reading-

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I am currently working on a Carl Grimes x OC slowburn enemies to lovers book called Pretend You Hate Me. I am only done with the first couple of chapters, but for the most part the whole book is mapped out. I am re - editing those chapters before I post them on my Wattpad again, but when I do those, would you guys be interested in me posting those chapters on here as well or should I just keep it on Wattpad???

Also if I do post those on here, I could go through and edit it to make it Carl x reader if thats something you guys would be more interested in.

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Right now, I am really interested in the idea of a oneshot or short fic, or even the possibility of a multi part fic that is Greene!Reader x Carl or a Dixon!Reader x Carl, but even better NEGAN'S CHILD???

God I really want to do that. But honestly, let me know what you guys would want to read or if you have any ideas.

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being in love with a fictional man is so exhausting

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hii! would you be interested in doing a fic or headcanons about carl x narcoleptic!reader? it's just i never see it anywhere and i really struggle sometimes. you don't have to --just asking, but thank you. <3

Hi!! Yes of course. To do this i definitely had to educate myself a little further due to the fact that I only know the super basic information about narcolepsy. I'm happy to learn more and to do this for you!! (Also sorry it took so long.)

Thank you for requesting this and feel free to give me feedback and send more requests if you like this one.

CARL GRIMES X NARCOLEPTIC READER

Narcolepsy is tough to have during the apocalypse.

It’s important to be constantly alert and awake, but that’s just not something you could do. You often felt drowsy, if not completely exhausted or drained, and the consistent moving, running, and fighting definitely didn’t help.

When Rick and Daryl, while out on a run, found you alone in the woods one day, they brought you back to Alexandria, where you met Carl.

Since Carl was your age, the two of you became friends very easily.

At first, it worried Carl that you were so tired during the day and he suspected that there were further problems, such as you not being able to fall asleep at Alexandria for some reason, or even the possibility of you being sick.

When you became closer, he asked questions, and you told him that you were narcoleptic, which led to a long discussion and a learning opportunity for him because he was uneducated on the topic.

Since the apocalypse started when he was so young, he is uneducated on a lot of topics concerning disorders or anything medical.

When you started dating, he tried to understand more about it, but at first was a little confused. He would recommend things that you know wouldn’t help, but you still thought it was cute that he was trying.

He never got annoyed when you’d fall asleep during the day, not even a little bit. He’d just use it as an excuse to hold you.

Carl is definitely a physical touch kind of guy, though he doesn’t like to show it in front of other people.

When he’s near the group he’ll do very subtle things, like put the side of his foot against yours or his pinky finger through your belt loop. If he’s feeling touchy that day he might hold your hand in front of everyone. But in the seclusion of the two of you he’s all over you.

But his favorite form of physical contact: getting away from everyone else and finding a comfortable spot for the two of you two lay down, where he would allow you to fall asleep on top of him, while he flips through the pages of a comic book he’s already read a thousand times.

The sound of his thumping heartbeat could be heard in one ear and the faint sound of his breathing could be heard in your other. You had always thought that it helped you sleep easier. You felt like it kept you asleep and from waking up during the night so often and you didn't have as many nightmares.

Maybe you just told yourself that because you liked when he held you.

Carl also loves to have “sleepovers”, although he hardly sleeps. He isn’t an insomniac or anything, but he often has a hard time falling asleep. He keeps himself up with his thoughts. But the weight of your body on his, and your soft skin that he would very gently caress in order to not wake you, would help him relax.

Sometimes you’d wake up after a nightmare, very visibly upset. Being narcoleptic, you had them often, and the apocalypse and your traumas from it really made it worse.

Your sudden stirring in bed would wake him from his sleep, and every time he would pull you closer to him, lazily tracing circles over your back or running his hands through your hair. He would place soft, loving kisses on your forehead or the bridge of your nose, and very groggily he’d mumble something like “Come here, it’s okay” or “Go back to sleep, I’ve got you.” Before he’d fall back asleep himself, probably before you did.

Of course, like every other capable member in Alexandria, you had to pitch in, which you didn’t mind, but you had night watch, and god was it hard to keep yourself from drifting off. It was only for half the night once a week, but still torture nonetheless. The moonlit sky and the faint wind in your ears almost lulled you to sleep. Your eyelids would feel like they weighed ten pounds and your body would just beg you to let it rest. But you fought it.

You’d force yourself to pace around or sing a song you used to love to keep yourself from falling into the drowsy temptation.

Sometimes, when Carl couldn’t sleep he’d come out there with you and talk to you, and every once in a while, you couldn’t help but lean on his shoulder and shut your eyes.

Every now and then he’d come out there to talk to you and he'd have to watch you struggle to keep yourself awake. He just couldn’t let you fight yourself to keep your eyes open so he’d sneak you inside really quickly, tuck you in, and take your shift for you, even though he’s already done his.

I really hope this is good enough, and honestly, like I said, I'm still learning about narcolepsy, so feel free to tell me anything I could do differently!!