pleasuresofsohodolls

[pleasuresofsohodolls]

HEAVY AS LEATHER ִֶ ࣪˖

Basically Infected!Reader's Introduction !! I've been working on the character of the reader more and lowk actually like it now 🤞🏻

Warning(s) : Reader is 12 in this one since its the origin, I am very English I will get things about the American Education System wrong, Violence, Blood, Gore, Body Horror (?), Injuries, Person Called Jake, Mentions of Parents Fighting, Mild Language, Shitty Writing, Unedited But Will Be !

Uneasy, sick, any word under the umbrella was how you were feeling right now - and how you had felt the whole school day.

You were in history right now - a subject you actually quite enjoyed despite the shitty old teacher that taught it. She was genuinely such an old cow with her frizzy perm and too-big glasses.

Either way, you had just felt overall off today since you woke up.

You'd woken up earlier than usual - five in the morning despite not even having to leave the house until quarter past seven. You tried restlessly to fall asleep, and it wasn't until you dad's work alarm for six started buzzing that you gave up.

So you got up earlier than usual, and the only bonus to this was that you could use your mums super special face cream that she always hid from you (under the sink is not as good as a hiding place she thinks it is).

You said goodbye to your dad once you'd finished in the bathroom, giving him an awkward side hug due to the unresolved fight that had happen between your parents last night - one about you and your younger brother.

It was over some stupid shit, your mum complaining he spent too much time at work or with 'The Boys', and he was shouting back that he was allowed his own life away from his family.

Your brother was asleep during all of it, but you could barely sleep, only making the waking up so early aspect of your morning worse.

They did love each other and only got into the odd fight, but things were always so weird between the whole family for whatever reason for a day or two afterwards. But by day three, it was like a switch was flipped, and everything went back to normal. Odd.

By six thirty you had mad yourself some toast and butter, as well as some cereal for your brother since your mum would be waking the cute little six year old up soon, and sat on the sofa, flipping through the shitty morning TV shows until you just decided on the ever-lasting rerun of friends to wake yourself up with.

It's not like you hated your life or anything like that - if you weren't feeling so sick and tired you'd probably in less of a hater mood - but it's like you just knew something was wrong today, that something would happen.

By the time the bus had made it to your apartment complex, your brother was singing along to the Spongebob Squarepants theme tune and your mum was kissing your forehead goodbye, giving you a small grin before you began stepping down the cold stairwell.

You arrived at school at seven thirty on the dot, and everyone was talking. Literally everyone.

The second you walked in people were huddled around their phones, blocking half the lockers and chatting with wide eyes - and the other half were either doing their homework or grabbing a quick breakfast from the canteen - some soggy lucky charms no doubt.

That was when you heard something from one of the older kids : "Yeah, it's like some cannibal disease or something."

People were so gullible. As if anything like that could exist.

Yeah, totally.

First period has started at seven forty five and your class did independent work on reading 'The Outsiders' and planning on a whim of an essay. And instead of doing any of the work most people handing notes between themselves, and your friend passed you one reading : 'Seen the news ?'

The teacher just told you all to get on with it as she scrolled on her computer the whole lesson, squinting her glasses covered face at the screen as she mouthed the words from whatever it was she was reading - you managed to read the words 'Georgia' from her lips.

Second period was Maths, the worse, most made up thing in the world. But by this lesson you'd only felt more sick than this morning, as if your body was just waiting for something to happen.

The teacher was going over fractions, revisiting how to times and divide them, and most students just slept, something you were very tempted to join in on.

Just as you were a second away from the beautiful land of sleep - a noise came from the hallway. A crash, a bang, and then a yell, all one after the other. That most certainly woke people up.

The teacher paused, turning his head in the direction of the door as he pursed his lips, as if debating whether to go check it out, but overall ended up just carrying on with the lesson.

Third period wasn't too bad, you weren't necessarily the best at science but you were doing stuff on different cells and immune systems, how they work together to fight infections and bacteria, fairly interesting stuff.

It was a group project (you got to choose them, thank The Lord), but everyone seemed a little tense as you worked on the project. You and you friends were all going on about the finale of Season Five of Supernatural, and how sad you all were that it was the last ever episode of the show.

Then, you heard someone whisper to their friend : "Dude, did you hear? Some kid in another school attacked their French teacher. Bit her on the neck."

The teacher just slapped them along the head and told them to stop spreading rumours.

And now you're hear, in History, your weird sickness hadn't gotten worse since maths, which was probably a good thing, and you were learning about the Civil War. All exciting stuff.

But you couldn't focus for the life of you. Everyone was shuffling around on their desks, not so sneakily checking their phones under the table and muttering stuff over the teacher.

And the weirdest thing was, the cranky bitch didn't seem to care for once in her horrible old life, she just carried on yapping about Abraham Lincoln and how he helped in the war.

Your friend had just leant over to tell you something when a sudden loud bang could be heard echoing through the halls, followed by another scream - the second time today that had happened.

Mrs Hannigan quickly rushed to the door, slamming it shut with as much force her frail body could and pulled down the shutters, even going as far as to turn the light off.

"Stay quiet and just listen to me, no shuffling."

"What a weirdo," Your friend finally muttered something to you, causing you to smile at her words.

"So dramatic," You muttered back, immediately noticing the way Mrs Hannigan was glaring at the two of you.

By the time lunch rolled around the sick feeling in your stomach had dissipated, instead switched with an insane amount of hunger as you and three of your friends rushed to the queue for the meal of the day - chicken nuggets and mash potatoes, arguably the most delicious simple meal in the world, especially since the school makes sure there are no lumps in the mash at all, it's heaven.

"Jake won't stop going on about this video he saw of this guy going absolutely feral at these police officers, it's so annoying," Mary moaned as she got her tray loaded up by the smiley (most certainly deaf) dinner lady.

"Don't even, my dad was going on about it the whole drive here," Abby whined back grabbing a bottle of water from one of the shelves.

"Is that the thing people have been going on about today? People randomly attacking others?" You asked when your chicken nuggets got plated and the three of you could finally find the other people of your friend group in the cafeteria.

"Yeah! The trend started in like - China or somethin', I dunno," Abbey shrugged as she took a seat next to one of your other friends - Jane - and you and Mary sat opposite them, Mary next to Jake and you next to Leah.

"Sounds like some made up stories to me," Leah mumbled as she bit into her sandwich - she was ever the joyous one.

"I dunno, if I had the strength I'd probably batter some police officers too, sounds fun," You grin as you take a bite of your nugget, noticing Jake staring at you.

"Have you even seen the full video?" He asked, immediately reaching into his pockets to grab his phone and unlock it.

"Well fucking done," Mary groaned, stuffing a spoonful of mash into her mouth with her head in her other hand, as if she was trying to block her brain from Jake's existence.

Jake started to make a come hither motion with his hand as he looked down at the screen in front of him, attempting to set up the video, "C'mere," He told you, turning his head to you as you stood up and walked over to where he was, leaning over his shoulder to see his phone.

It was some birds-eye-view video of this guy quite literally going feral at these police officers, scratching and running and being over all crazy.

"Is he from the looney bin-"

"Shush," Jake replied, making sure your eyes stayed pierced to the screen. And that's when it happened - the police officers began shooting like mad and nothing happened to the guy, he continued thrashing and going mental until one of the police officers shot him in the head.

You laughed slightly and Mary joined in, looking at Jake in disbelief as the others watched you curiously.

"That's the video you've been yapping about all day?" Mary asked with a teasing grin, looking at him as if he'd just told the funniest joke ever.

"You're so gullible," You laughed, tumbling back over to your seat when Jake tripped you up, "Bitch."

Leah turned her attention to something behind her while Jane started talking, "What was the-" She began before getting cut off by a cry.

You all quickly turned your head to see Marie - a girl in your grade passed out on the floor with a cut in her forehead from where she had banged it on the table, and her food scattered all around her.

"Holy shit!" Jake exclaimed as the teachers began surrounding her, all of their expressions growing grim as they looked at something that seemed to be on her exposed leg.

Lunch was shortened, annoyingly enough. But the plus side was that you got home from school earlier, so you'd remember to bless Marie for that during Sunday Mass.

The girls' locker room was filled with the usual chaos you'd expect - shouting, laughing, the sound of metal locker doors slamming shut, music coming from who knows where, and perfume being sprayed without a care in the world of the average asthma bearer.

You were just tying your sneakers when Mary began complaining about how the uniforms absolutely stink, which was fair enough - all they did was get sweaty twice a week.

You kept to yourself as Jane made some joke about smelling like a boy - while Abby added on that maybe hanging out with Jake too much had her turning into one, which made you smile a bit.

By the time everyone had made it onto the field the atmosphere was just overall weird - but your sick feeling stayed away for whatever reason. Must've just had a bad dream you don't remember or something last night.

The teacher seemed tense, as if they didn't know what to even say to their regular class of twelve year olds, while you just listened to the others gossiping about the odd rumour as you sat in a circle with your friends, waiting for the class to actually begin.

You heard something about a fight happening in the hallway with some older kids, another thing about a science teacher being ushered to the nurse's office after a student had 'lost it', and something else about Marie having to go hospital - that was the only one you really believed.

You were about to contribute to the conversation about whether Sam or Dean was the hotter brother before you saw someone collapse by the bleachers - again?

"The fuck," You muttered to no one in particular as you watched a teacher jog over.

"Isn't that girl like- homeless? She probably hasn't had water in a week," Abby said, trying to make sense of another person fainting in the span of what wasn't even an hour.

"Don't think that's how it works," Leah replied with one of her patronising grins, causing the rest of you to laugh while you just stared at the scene at the bleachers, the other kids being made to walk back onto the field while the teacher checked on them, and that's when the girl lunged.

You hit Leah and Jane's arms since they were the ones next to you and pointed to the teacher, a gasp leaving your lips at the sight of the Gym Coaches arm.

"She bit her!" You heard someone shout as the blood trailed down the poor woman's arm, and the girl continued trying to attack her.

You heard the other teacher shouting at everyone, but every word went through one ear and out the other - the only reason you even stood up and ran back to the school building was because Leah had the heart to drag you by the arm and practically pull you like a ragdoll. Ever the sweetheart.

By the time one p.m. had rolled around the intercom was blaring, telling students to stay in their classrooms and for those who were currently in the halls to just find any room to hide in until 'everything was sorted out'.

You still had no idea what the fuck was happening - the halls were crowded by panicking kids, shouting and screaming and shoving.

"Shit, shit, shit," You heard Leah mutter to herself as she tried to navigate the two of you through the crowd, preferably towards your French class where the others should be.

It was then that someone tugged on your hair, dragging you back and out of Leah's grasp towards the ground - only to step over you. What a fucking bitch.

"Leah!" You shouted as you began standing up, but then you felt a pressure in your right wrist.

It was a crushing force that stunned you, the grip of this thing was strong and secure, surely enough to break a bone. Then you felt your skin split - tear. It's not a clean cut, and the pain is ragged and burning, your nerves screaming at you as your literal flesh is ripped away.

You let out a blood-curdling scream and begin hitting the thing with your left hand, bashing down over and over until you brain caught up with your eyes and realised it was a person doing this to you - someone that must've been just a year older than you with a jaw that's got the strength of an elephant.

By the time you manage to get the fucker off of you you're sobbing in pain, gripping onto your wrist as you scramble yourself up in the slowly emptying halls.

You begin running. You don't know where, you don't know why but your body just tells you to keep running until your safe, alone.

It's when you run past one of the English classrooms that you stop, because thank the fucking Lord it's empty.

You practically slam the door behind you as you turn the lock and shut the blinds, slamming the light off and sliding down the door with a cry as the adrenaline starts running thin and the pain in your right wrist is back full fire.

The pain is hot and searing, with a deep, raw sensation as if something is festering within the ever-so hideous wound. Like genuinely, it's hideous and bloody. The skin around the bite is inflamed and tender to the touch, and you can actually see your veins turning...purple.

You bite your lip as you attempt to roll your wrist, only to be met with sharp, electric jolts of pain shooting through your forearm, causing you to let out a yelp and to curl in on yourself.

Blood is pouring out fast. It's thick and dark, dripping down your arm and onto your other hand, all the way onto your legs and shorts. It's thick and runny too.

It's pulsing as if it has a heartbeat, as if it's stealing the life from your lungs. You're only capable of sitting there in shock as your body starts shaking, struggling to process what the fuck is going on, and that nausea from early is back in full spring, only ten times worse than it was this morning.

The last bell never rung.

The halls were now deafly quiet aside from the small groan here and there.

You just held your arm, waiting to turn into one of those, waiting to just die from blood loss or something.

But it never came.

And then you passed out.

Not from infection, nor because you were about to die.

But because you were still tired from waking up so early.

[pleasuresofsohodolls]

do you take requests ?

if someone asked and I liked the idea then yeah !! I'm horrible at writing though so I can never promise it'd be good 💔

[pleasuresofsohodolls]

⋆.ೃ - Infected!Reader

Infected!Reader who was literally bitten on the first day. Girl can not catch a break. She was trapped in the schools when they all got locked up for 'the time being' and got bitten while on the way to the gym hall. She freaked out and ran away from her friends, locking herself in the classroom. The bite was ugly so she didn't dare look at it, instead letting herself just sit in the room and contemplate life. What about her parents? Siblings? Friends? Teachers? She's had a few of those things try and get in the room but they always got distracted. It was on day seven that she ran out of water that she'd been stealing from the bags people had left in the classroom that she decided she should finally leave the room - she hasn't heard noise in a while so it should be fine, right? Second she opened a door a Geek appeared right in front of her, and all it did was walk past her.

Infected!Reader who just wanders around Virginia in the herds, sleeping in trees and bathing in the rivers or lakes. She's joined a few small camps but they never worked out - they were too dysfunctional. When someone found out about her bite the first thing she did was panic and stab the guy in the chest before running away - into another herd of walkers until she finds another place to rest.

Infected!Reader who's always wearing sleeves. Whether it be the hoodie she snagged after visiting her home once she made her way out of the school (how it still fits she doesn't know), or it be whatever long-sleeved shirts she can find.

Infected!Reader who is basically a living dead girl. After getting bitten on her right wrist and letting it heal over, it's turned into the ugliest, purple and black scar you could ever see. Her flesh is literally rotting there and the veins are dead - how she can still move and use her hand she doesn't know. Her body is tilted to the left so far that she has to physically hold herself up so someone doesn't walk past and try shooting her because they think she's a Geek. She's clumsy too, she falls over a minimum of ten times an hour.

Infected!Reader who found an abandoned neighbourhood - which she later discovered was an old army training base - and now lives there. She's the mayor and the community, and the Geeks are her friends visiting from neighbouring towns. (You go a bit loopy after constant isolation and the only things you're able to trust are literally dead).

Infected!Reader who met Aaron before she met Carl. She ran into him when he was scouting one day, trying to convince her to join Alexandria. She refused despite how insistent he was, and they actually spoke for a bit. Every now and then they meet up, he gives her some food that will go unnoticed from the pantry. And they're genuine friends, he sometimes even complains about the Alexandrians when he can spare it.

Infected!Reader who was entranced the second she saw Carl wandering around the abandoned neighbourhood she's coined as her own. He was just wandering around with a care in the world, but still somehow constantly on guard. Clearly he needs to get better if some girl managed to successfully stalk him for almost three months.

Infected!Reader who's first meeting with Carl was him chasing her down after catching her following him around the run down neighbourhood at gun point. The only reason he even ended up catching her was because she tripped over an invisible brick, or something like that. She was faced down leaning on her arms on the floor when he'd finally caught up, and when he made her turn over and drop her weapons, she almost squealed like some fangirl. She's only slightly obsessed.

Infected!Reader who's honestly a bit loopy. She talks to herself, talks to the Geeks, is so socially awkward that instead of just approaching someone she decides to stalk them. The first words she ever uttered to Carl was "Erm, my bad?" After he asked her why she was following him - at least he doesn't know she's been stalking him (yet).

Infected!Reader who when her and Carl started becoming friends, would refuse to step anywhere close to Alexandria. She doesn't do communities and she doesn't trust people except for Carl and Aaron. It's easier to be alone or with one other person than to be in a community of over fifty where one wrong movement could disclose such a ghastly secret. In the end it takes a year for him to finally convince her to even step fifty feet in front of Alexandria (just a few months after the end of the Saviours war).

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Technically this couldn't happen but it's okay 💜. Some of this (most of this) is actually inspired by a bot on JanitorAI by Allyluvsu, and the whole Aaron knowing her is inspired by carlsangel "Ghost in the Woods", go read it its really good !!

[pleasuresofsohodolls]

⋆.ೃ - Greene!Reader

Greene!Reader who was practically Carl's guardian angel when his group first arrived at the farm - never leaving his room because he was the first person her age she had seen in months since the beginning of the apocalypse and she would've cursed the Lord above if he didn't live. Carl genuinely thought he was in heaven and she was an angel when he woke up.

Greene!Reader who is a complete mix of Beth and Maggie, given that they were the only examples of teenagers when she was younger was a rebellious brunette and a compliant blonde.

Greene!Reader who was jealous of Carl's 'crush' on Beth at the prison and would ignore him just to piss him off - even going so far as to put eggs in his cowboy hat, two things she learnt from Maggie.

Greene!Reader who is attached to the hip with Carl, wherever he is she is, and when they got to Alexandria and they had to spend time apart for more than five seconds she'd get all moody.

Greene!Reader who has Carl wrapped around her finger. She says she misses something? He is finding it. She's hungry? He's giving her half of his plate - even if she. argues. Michonne is endlessly teasing him about it but he can't find it in himself to care because he just loves her so much, she's always been there for him.

Greene!Reader who loves Glenn (in my heart he lives) and he's literally just the brother Shawn never was to her, given thirteen year age gap and all. Even though Glenn was ten years older, they liked all the same things. Video Games, Movies, he got her into skateboarding at the prison after he found one on a run, they're both equally as sarcastic as the other, and the most notable shared interest : Maggie. Although they both love her in different ways, she's their favourite person.

Greene!Reader who absolutely adores Judith. Whenever she can she's babysitting her, playing with her, holding her, anything involving Judith she is usually there. And this only makes Carl more obsessed with her, because she's so loving. She loves everything and anything cute and he feels the same way, except she's the everything and anything cute.

Greene!Reader who is obsessed with animals. When Carl told her he used to have a hamster she almost screamed, she was never allowed tiny pets like that due to living on such a large plot of land. She was always reading books with the horses back at the farm, randomly talking to foxes she finds in the woods, she's practically the apocalypse Snow White.

Greene!Reader who is always stealing Carl's clothes in the winter or to sleep in. It just brings her so much comfort to be able to smell Carl wherever she goes. Her attachment issues would probably get her into therapy in the old world.

Greene!Reader who despite being cautious and scared of every sound, loves sneaking out of Alexandria with Carl. She loves how freeing it is not being constantly watched by Maggie or Daryl. And she especially loves the amount of alone time it gives her with Carl, their first kiss was underneath their tree.

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Someone take the screen away from me I can't stop writing these 😭 I have so many different reader types for Carl in my head it's actually crazy I love this man so much 💔

[pleasuresofsohodolls]

⋆.ೃ - Smith!Reader

Smith!Reader who isn't actually a Smith by blood, and was actually one of Negan's students pre-outbreak, but slowly got 'adopted' by Negan and Lucille throughout the beginning of the apocalypse.

Smith!Reader who would travel with her parents when they were younger, all over the USA and wherever they could afford in Europe - her favourite place being England due to spending the most long-term time there than any other country she's visited. Her mom died in 2008, when she was only ten. Her dad was never the jolliest man but after the death of the only woman he's ever loved, he was barely even there - physically and mentally.

Smith!Reader who's obsessed with anything and everything pop culture. She can't go anywhere without her CD Player and her Headphones. Her music taste ranging from Mozart to Rob Zombie. She has every single magazine she can find scattered across her room, she has dvds of old tv shows and movies she used to watch at the local library. She's so well endowed with her own knowledge that Carl's lack of pop knowledge physically pains her sometimes.

Smith!Reader who the only way she could bond with her dad was through comics, something he had raised her to love. Marvel, DC, Snoopy, she loves them all. She watched through the window as Negan killed her dad in her small garden with the same bat she had used years prior to play baseball with the poor man, if only he didn't get bitten.

Smith!Reader who was basically like the daughter Lucille never had. They'd listen to music while Negan was out finding supplies or on patrol, her dancing while Lucille sang along weakly. Safe to say she didn't handle Lucille's death well.

Smith!Reader who started calling Negan her dad once Simon took them to the Sanctuary, she'd only properly known the man nine months by this point, but he'd done more for her than any man ever has in her life.

Smith!Reader who's first real interaction with Carl was him threatening her with a gun during the Savior's first visit to Alexandria after watching her trying to take some of the medicine - she just smiled at his empty threats and shitty aim. It was cute.

Smith!Reader who's indifferent. She understands both sides of the 'war' ; that's what makes her so likeable to people, such as Carl and even Daryl. She doesn't treat Carl like an enemy and she doesn't treat Daryl like a prisoner - she treats them like what she believes others are supposed to, she treats them like people.

Smith!Reader who's obsessed with Judith. Before Judith she'd never held a baby, never even been that close to one - but she instantly fell in love. And it went both ways. Maybe even three ways.

Smith!Reader who helps Alexandria subtly throughout the war. She tells Carl about different Saviour plans through a walkie-talkie (which have caused many late night conversations with the pair), and gives him a gun that she makes sure he knows has to remain a secret - even to his dad.

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Woah first post. I'm not really a writer I just like making up different personas (is that the right word???) to imagine my crushes with and wanted to write some of it out !!

Also I should really be focusing on a fic I'm writing on ao3 (abt this reader actually) but schools a bitch and just really tires me out 💔

There's so much more I could say abt her but I'd just be yapping with like 100 different paragraphs so I limited myself to 10 😭