#Carl Grimes Fanart

[sunsbrightside]

CARL❗️❗️

[karnarche]

Loss of innocence

we need more Carl Grimes with deer symbolism in this fandom guys

[manicpumpkindreamgirl]

Rick and Coral doodles for today. I accidentally like The Walking Dead now.

[tewnylewns]

Rarl puppies

[twtrout]

ive been inactive cause schools kicking my booty rn and ive been drawing non fandom stuff but please take this old shit carl drawing from a million years ago

in case you cant read my scribbles it says “its not a phase dad ahh hair” and “they made him emo” (i am unfunny)

[noodlewritez]

Orange crush

Pairings: Carl Grimes X GN!reader

Warnings: fluff, carl being kind of an idiot, little bit of a drabble sorry :P Also i’m working on a lot of asks right now, so dw they’re coming soon🫶

Ever since you could remember, you and Carl had been best friends, growing up together when he joined Alexandria, when he got his eye shot by your ex boyfriend...

But you had noticed you had developed romantic feelings for your best friend, holding hands with him, kissing each other on the cheek...but you didn't think he had feelings for you? And you were fine with that, after all, you didn't want to lose him after everything you two had been through together.

Rick or Michonne would tease him about having a crush on you and he would immediately go red and throw a puzzled look. "No, I don't like them...Me and Y/N are just affectionate... Can't best friends be affectionate?"

"Best friends don't leave hickeys on each other, Carl..." One of them would say.

"It's platonic!"

Or the way you would stay over at the Grimes' house and come downstairs in his shirt and some jeans. Rick and Michonne would look at each other and roll their eyes. Holding each other's hands when you went on a run, talking about how you guys would end up living together, in the middle of nowhere.

And when he did realize? Oh boy...

You were in Carl's room, reading comics together, you were laying on his chest and he sat up, looking alarmed. You sat up too, looking at him with worry. "What? What's wrong?" You tried staying quiet in case he was hearing something. "I think I like you...?" You roll your eyes. "You just now noticed?" You smile and he looks at you puzzled. "Carl, we make out all the time...?"

"It was platonic!" He would try to reason while his face turned red.

[zmbiesoph]

TENSION PT. 2

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N - lowkey improved in smut (guys don’t judge I guess I was feeling real freaky while writing this😭)

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - after you and Carl finally kiss, the tension just grows… and grows

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, lowkey boob kink, use of Y/N, use of “good girl”, lowkey just kinky, unprotected p in v, kinda rough smut, rushed and fast paced writing, kinda detailed

AGED UP CARL

Carl's hands roamed your body, one sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, the other gripping your hip possessively. You responded in kind, your fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him even closer. The kiss deepened, turning sloppy and desperate, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. The feverish need that had been simmering between you for so long finally boiled over, and you both surrendered to it fully.

Your hands slid under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen, the defined muscles that spoke of his strength and agility. He groaned into your mouth as your nails lightly scraped his skin, arching into your touch. In return, he yanked the hem of your own top free from your pants, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts through your bra.

You gasped at the sudden sensation, breaking the kiss to lean your head back against the wall. Carl took the opportunity to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat. His lips found a particularly sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, and he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck," you breathed, fisting a hand in his hair. The pain-pleasure of his teeth and tongue sent sparks of heat straight to your core. You needed more. Needed to feel him everywhere.

Carl seemed to read your mind, his hands deftly unhooking your bra and pushing it up out of the way. Your nipples pebbled in the cool air, and he wasted no time in bending his head to capture one between his lips, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak.

You cried out, arching off the wall, pushing your breast further into his hot mouth. He obliged, sucking hard, before moving to lavish the same attention on the other side. Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

When he finally released your nipple with a wet pop, you were panting harshly, eyes glazed with lust. Carl looked just as affected, his own pupils blown wide and dark, cheeks flushed with arousal. Without a word, he gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You automatically clung to him, arms around his neck and ankles locked at the small of his back.

He carried you over to a small table in the corner, sweeping the dust and debris onto the floor with one arm before setting you down on the rough wood. The change in position pressed his obvious arousal right against your clothed center, and you both groaned at the contact.

Carl captured your lips again in a searing kiss as his hands slid down your sides to the waistband of your pants. He paused, pulling back slightly to look at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded breathlessly, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

He popped the button on your fly and dragged the zipper down torturously slow. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants and panties, he slowly peeled them down your legs along with your boots, leaving you bare before him. For a moment, he just drank in the sight of you, eyes smoldering with desire.

Then he was kissing you again, hard and hungry, his hands spreading your thighs wide as he stepped between them. His fingers found your slick folds, stroking through your arousal with deliberate slowness. You whimpered into his mouth, hips rocking forward into his touch.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. "All for me."

"Yes," you panted, tilting your hips to give him better access. "Only for you."

Carl smirked at that, two fingers plunging deep into your tight heat without warning. You cried out at the sudden fullness, inner muscles clenching around the welcome intrusion. He pumped his fingers in and out at a relentless pace, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you with each thrust.

The table creaked beneath you with every snap of his hips, the lewd sounds of your wetness mixing with your escalating moans. Your orgasm built quickly, your walls starting to flutter around his pistoning digits.

"That's it," Carl rasped, thumb flicking over your clit in time with his thrusts. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

His words were all it took to send you careening over the edge. You came with a loud cry, body shaking and hips jerking erratically as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Carl didn't stop, fucking you through it with those relentless fingers until you were boneless and gasping.

When you finally came down, Carl was watching you with a look of pure male satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to taste your essence. His low moan sent a fresh shiver down your spine.

"You taste fucking incredible," he said hoarsely, licking his lips. "But I'm not done with you yet."

A fresh rush of arousal flooded your core at his words, but Carl wasn't done proving his point. In one smooth motion, he undid his own pants and shoved them down just enough to free his straining erection.

You widened your eyes at the impressive sight. Large and thick, flushed red and leaking pre-cum from the tip. Carl caught your gaze and smirked knowingly before lining himself up with your entrance.

"Brace yourself," he said warningsly. Then he thrust forward in one powerful surge of his hips.

You both groaned as he filled you completely, your walls stretching deliciously around his thick length. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sudden fullness. When you nodded that you were ready, he pulled out slowly before snapping back inside.

The table rattled with the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small cabin. Carl gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, using his hold to pull you into every snap of his hips. You clutched at his shoulders for dear life, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Fuck," Carl grunted above you, sweat beading on his forehead. "So goddamn tight. Feels like you were made for me."

"Just like that," you gasped out, nails digging into his back. "Don't stop."

Carl responded by angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you with each thrust. Your head thrashed against the table as your pleasure built again rapidly, so intense it bordered on painful.

"So close," you panted, feeling the telltale tightening in your lower belly. "Gonna come again."

"Yes," Carl hissed through clenched teeth, gripping your hips harder as his thrusts turned erratic. "Do it. Come on my cock like a good girl."

His dirty words pushed you over, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. You screamed your release, vision whiting out as ecstasy consumed you. Distantly, you felt Carl's rhythm falter before he was coming too, spurting hot and deep inside you with a hoarse shout.

He collapsed on top of you after, both of you sweaty and panting, still intimately joined. For a few moments, there was only the sound of your breathing evening out as you came down from your highs.

Then Carl pulled back slightly to look at you, a lazy smirk on his face. "So," he said, brushing damp hair from your forehead. "That was... something else."

You huffed a laugh, still floating in the afterglow. "Definitely something else."

He kissed you then, sweet and slow, all traces of the earlier animosity gone. There was just this new connection between you now, electric and thrilling and oh-so-right.

When he finally pulled away, he nuzzled into your neck with a contented sigh. "We should probably get dressed before someone comes looking for us."

You made a noise of agreement but didn't move, just enjoying the feeling of him still half-hard inside you. In this moment, everything else could wait - the walkers outside, the prison, all of it. Right now, it was just you and Carl, finally giving in to what they both wanted.

And you knew, without a doubt, it was only the beginning.

@hiro--aoki @carlsangel @acid9786 @bethberry

[chifonsiano]

hh

[asevre]

how do i get twd mutuals

[1catclues]

got a twd fixation…

[santanahoffman]

yoo It's been a while since I've posted anything here q-q but I found an artistic power to finish my Carl Grimes fanart. I don't often draw something so detailed, and don't often work with warm palette, but this really was the case when I felt like it, lol. And I'm absolutely proud of this work!! damn my curse is drawing unpopular stuff

[macintosh5311]

carl grimes art for today

[karnarche]

gotta remember to hug your teenage son

[smutinlove]

bro i loved ur last carl x reader sm

*shy sensitive reader

what if carl and reader fight (maybe cuz she sneakes out of alexandria) then rick scolds him and he has to say sorry to her but she cant help but feel emotional

yes!!!!

im not entirely sure i did the shy part correctly but i tried!!! enjoy love<3

CARL GRIMES X READER

i call this:

"The one that got away"

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

You glanced at the walls that surrounded Alexandria. It was honestly pathetic. You couldn't necessarily go outside of the walls without permission. It angered you. Every small move you even thought about was supposed to be told to Carl and Rick first. Everything.

"Tell Rick."

"Tell the leader's son!" It was shitty.

You liked Carl. He was sweet. But sometimes he was an asshole.

You continued your walk around the walls of Alexandria. It pissed you off that you couldn't go outside. But... there was one way.

Maybe you could achieve a bit of freedom and independence in doing so.

You smirked and ran back to the group's house, passing Carl and Rick on the way. You went inside and opened the cabinet. You grabbed a knife and went back outside. It was still very sunny so you would definitely have time to come and go without being noticed.

You went to one of the walls that wasn't very heavily guarded. After a few attempts at climbing the wall, you finally did it, landing on the ground with a small "thud."

The fresh air was enticing. It was so peaceful. You could barely hear the words of the other Alexandrians. You decided to head into the woods, just to explore a bit. You had a knife with you so you'd probably be fine.

"Beautiful," you whispered as you watched a bird fly by. A tear of joy slipped down your cheek. Why? It was incredibly rare to see something so pure. Most birds are usually gutted by Walkers or killed, cooked, and eaten by those who were brave enough to survive.

You were about to continue walking when you felt something on your shoulder.

"Caught 'ya."

You let out a shriek. "Holy shit!"

It was... fucking Carl. "Having fun?" Carl asked with a hint of bitterness.

"What? You followed me?!" How could he follow you? It's not fair. You wanted one moment of peace... even if it was outside of the walls of Alexandria.

"Of course! You don't know what you're dealing with! These walkers... they've become more vicious!" You rolled your eyes. Like father like son.

"Shut up! You're so bitchy! Carl, you're always telling people what to do and it's so fucking annoying."

Stunned, he didn't say anything.

So you said, "Fuck you, Carl! Go to hell!" Tears threatened to fall down your cheeks, but you held them in.

"You ain't any better! Why would you even sneak out?!"

"To have some fucking freedom! The walls of Alexandria make me feel trapped. I feel like an animal caged up in there! And you... and your fucking father are taking over everything!" A few tears slipped down your cheeks, making you feeling hopeless.

He forcefully took a hold of your wrist, "We are going. Now."

Carl started dragging you, not caring about your protests or exclaims.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

You and Carl reached Alexandria in ten minutes due to his speedy pace.

By this point, you had fantasized about killing Carl in a hundred different ways. And you'd also shed a few more tears before he started yelling at you. Again.

You rushed inside, avoiding everyone.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

"You really had to yell at her?!" Rick scolded. There really was no reason for Carl to yell at you or talk to you in a disrespectful manner. "Well, no, but—"

"—But you need to apologize."

"She shouldn't have snuck out! It's dangerous," Carl retorted.

"And she is old enough to make her own decisions. I agree, it's dangerous and she shouldn't have snuck out. But that was her choice and you should have respected that." Carl stayed quiet this time, letting Rick finish.

"—You can't treat people like that, Carl. Son, I love you. But that was horrible. I want you to go apologize to her. Don't lose her 'cause you said something stupid. She's a good one. You do not wanna sit on a rocking chair at ninety and call her, the one that got away."

"I'm sorry, dad." Carl said. "I know. Now, go."

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Carl entered the house with the yellow door (group's house), Carl sighed and called out, "Hey, Y/N, are you here?"

You sat on the couch, curled up into a ball. Your cheeks were red and puffy from crying. "Hey, oh, Y/N," you heard from behind you.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean all that bullshit I said. I was horrible."

Carl sat down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked up, eyes watering again. "Don't cry, please. I'm sorry. I'm the biggest asshole on the planet. I'm so fucking sorry, Y/N."

You nudged closer and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him tight. "I'm sorry," he whispered in your ear once more.

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damn guys

inside i was dying frrr

did anyone catch the catwoman/batman reference? :D

anyway this was fun!!! send more reqs yall<3333

he totally wants me<3

[itsthegriim]

[twtrout]

i refuse to draw hands but i will draw a little carl in the corner (alt + sketch under cut!)

kinda like the alt better… whateva