#Chandler riggs x reader

[rinnyyyyyyyyy]

jealous, jealous boy.

hotel -montell fish

jealous, carl who doesn't show hes jealous until he's fucking into you, making sure you forget everything about that other man/woman.

jealous, carl who will ask you if you think they could fuck you better than he can, as he makes you cum on him.

jealous, carl who will leave marks on your neck and shoulders, so they'll know you belong to someone that sure as hell isn't them.

jealous, carl who won't let you cover your mouth to muffle your pretty little moans and whimpers. depending on where you are of course.

jealous, carl who praises you for being so, very good for him while he's fucking you from behind, making you moan his name over and over.

jealous, carl who will ask you if you enjoyed all that attention you were receiving from another person that isn't him while he fucks you so good from behind, while pulling your hair.

jealous, carl who gives you the best head of your life, only to edge you and make you cry for him as a punishment for letting someone hit on you and not turning them down.

jealous, carl who will make you have multiple orgasms with those long, skinny fingers of his only to make you beg him for his cock instead of his fingers. <3

[lunarnightt]

CARL GRIMES DATING A GOTH GIRL HEADCANON

WARNINGS ―  FLUFF! mentions of blowjobs, oral sex (m! and f! receiving), mommy kink, spoilers for twd, cum eating, edging, dry humping and Carl being overly sensitive. MINORS DON'T INTERACT! CEGAN SHIPERS DON'T INTERACT! CARL AND READER ARE 18+

Tags ―  @hiro--aoki @carlsangel @aurasplanet @smollbean42905

Carl and you started dating when he first came to Alexandria. He was weary of you at first because of how intimidating you looked but eventually, he eased up to you and the two of you became friends and soon boyfriend and girlfriend.

The first time he kisses you, he is so nervous that he straight up kisses you with his teeth. He would get supper embarrassed and you would reassure him afterwards that it's okay and let him try again which he successfully does this time.

He loves holding your hand. It doesn't matter when and where; you two could be sitting at the dinner table, walking down the street together, or whenever you two are reading comics; he has to be holding your hand.

he loves the feeling of your hand in his, he especially loves to rub his thumb over your knuckles and bring your hand up to his lips, pressing a soft chaste kiss to your skin which often makes you a blushing mess.

He also loves painting your nails for you! You have various nail polish colors but the ones you use the most are Blood reds, blacks, dark purples, and blues. So whenever Carl is done working around the wall or helping his dad; he comes straight over to your house and begs and begs for you to let him paint your nails and eventually you give in.

Which looks something like this:

Carl grabs the basket full of nail polish, a smile forming on his lips as he grabs the blood-red nail polish which just so happens to be his favorite color on you. "Give me your hand, pretty girl" he speaks which you gladly comply. as he paints your nails, you often talk about your day which would leads to you complaining and getting mad. "I just wish Aaron would get off my case!" You spoke, moving your body slightly which made Carl raise his head and look at you with a glare whenever he almost messes up. "Jeez, sorry Cowboy" You spoke as you sit straight, watching your boyfriend go right back to contently painting your nails. after your nails dry, the two of you lay in your bed and cuddle, his head on your chest while you run you're fingers through his hair.

Carl loves having his hair played with, especially if you have longer nails. He loves the feeling of your nails scratching against his scalp as his head rests on the top of your breasts, listening to you talk about your day.

He also loves playing with your hair! If you have curly hair, he loves twisting at your curls and then watching them bounce right back to the way it was before but if you have straight hair; he will gladly rack his fingers through your soft locks, admiring the way you have your hair dyed at the moment.

Carl likes to pick out your outfits! He loves styling you because your style is unique! He loves the laces, the silk, and the soft black material of some of your clothes.

What he really loves to see you in is a dress! Which is unconventional for the apocalypse but whenever you wear a dress with your fishnets and big boots; it has him going feral.

He loves your thighs. He loves rubbing them, kissing them, and WORSHIPING them practically. If you are a thicker girl or hell a smaller girl; he loves to place his head between your thighs while you trade your fingers through his hair and he reads his comic book out loud for you to hear.

He also loves it when you do your makeup and often lets you do It on him! When his eye first got shot out, he wouldn't let you do it for a while but eventually, he let you do it and you absolutely loved sitting in his lap and applying dark eyeshadow on his good, still intact eye.

While you are doing his makeup up though, he'll get restless and place his hands on your hips before thrusting his hips forward so he is grinding up against you which leads to you guys dry-humping each other and the makeup being completely forgotten about.

Carl is sensitive, especially when it comes to sexual pleasure. There have been times when he came just from eating you out and rutting his hips against the mattress of the bed you two are lying on. This was no different when you gave him head.

Carl's head was thrown back while your mouth was wrapped around the entire length of his cock. Whimpers and moans left his lips, and his hand dug into your hair as he pushed your head down further. "Yeah... just like that pretty girl" He moaned as his mouth fell agape. You could feel his cock twitching in your mouth which told you he was close so you started to bob your head up and down faster which makes his whimpers louder. "F-Fuck baby... I'm close" He moaned and before he knew it, his hot cum was shooting down your throat and you swallowed every bit of it. You pulled your lips away from his cock and look up at him with wide eyes while his thumb reached out and wiped any access cum from the corner of your mouth. "You're so beautiful Angel" He whispered before pulling you up for a sloppy and needy kiss.

Carl also loves eating you out! He loves the feeling of your thighs around his head while the sounds of him sloppily eating you out filled his ears along with your moans. Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging at it which makes him moan against your pussy.

Which would often look like this:

Carl's head was buried between your thighs, his tongue flattening out against the folds of your pussy before delving his tongue into your already slick folds which causes a gasp and moan to escape your lips. "Oh fuck..." You moaned breathlessly which makes carl moan against your pussy and pull his face away, his mouth covered in your juices. "You like that pretty girl?" He asked before his head dove right down back between your legs and assaulting your heat once more. You moaned and tugged at his hair, your thighs shaking which meant you were close to your orgasm and this made carl moan and rut his hips forward against the mattress.

Carl has a mommy kink. He's ashamed to admit it to anyone besides you because you were the person he figured it out with.

You had been giving him head for the first time and that was when he did it; that was when he let out a whiney sound before muttering mommy under his breath. Was it a shock to both of you? yes. but did you enjoy it nonetheless? yes.

Speaking of kinks, you and Carl are both switches so you are both pretty much open to trying whatever works for the both of you during sex! but 70% of you are the one in the lead because he loves watching you take control.

But let's get one thing clear though; He loves being dominant over you.

His favorite position is doggy; not because it feels great to not only him but to you as well; he loves seeing the way your ass would jiggle and bounce whenever he would thrust his hips forward.

So, Carl is an ass man through and through. You've caught him staring a few times and so has his dad which led to him giving Carl the talk which embarrassed Carl greatly.

Carl also loves your breasts. He loves laying his head on them or burying his face between them. He especially loves coming to you after a long and stressful day, exhaustion present on his face which leads to you without your shirt and bra on and his lips suckling away on your nipple.

This would also shed light on his favorite second position with you; cowgirl.

He loves seeing your tits bounce up and down as you ride him, his hands gripping onto your hips as he thrust his hips upwards into you. It drives him wild. He loves seeing you like that, completely a moaning mess on top of him while his hands are groping and touching your breasts.

But one thing that you love doing with Carl; is edging him. something about watching your boyfriend begging you to come as you ride him made you crazy.

Which could look like:

Carl whimpered as you rocked your hips forward, the need to fill you up with his cum was making him crazy as he was reduced into a moaning mess. "Please, mommy... Please" He begged, his hands gripping your hips as you looked down at him with the most evilst smirk of all time. "I don't think I should pretty boy, mommy's having her fun watching you struggle" You would moan out which made Carl whine. He wanted to thrust up into you so badly and be in charge but he knew you wouldn't let him cum if he did that. "Please Mommy, I've been good" He whimpered and you moaned before biting down on your bottom lip. "Okay... Cum for mommy baby boy" you whispered and that was that.

Now, let's move away from you're sex life.

Carl just didn't love you, he was IN LOVE with you. He saw a future with you, he saw the two of you getting married and someday having kids of your own which excited him even more. The idea of you being his wife in this fucked up world made a smile grow on his face.

He also loved listening to your music despite not being big on heavy metal and alternative rock. The song that reminds him of you the most is Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie which was ironic given the situation the two of you had to endure.

He loved calling you his pretty girl, baby, angel, or sweetheart while you called him pretty boy, cowboy, and sheriff. The first time you ever called him cowboy which was before he started dating you, he knew he was head over heels for you.

Carl walked down the street while pushing Judith in her stroller, the baby babbling incoherent words as she moved her arms around and took in her surroundings. You were running up behind him, a Wolverine comic clutched in your hand as the sound of your boots hitting the gravel pulled him out of his thoughts. "Hey, Sheriff!" You yelled before finally catching up to him, bending over and placing your hands on your knees to catch a breath. "Oh, hey Y/n..." He spoke Shyly, his cheeks turning a soft shade of red as you stood in front of him wearing black lowrise jeans, a black top with lace long sleeves, a cross necklace, and your combat boots. "Here's your comic back. That has to be my favorite Wolverine issue by far" You spoke, handing him the comic book which he gently took from you and slapped the book in the palm of his hand. "No problem Y/n" He spoke, flashing back his iconic smile. "well... See ya around cowboy" You spoke, not wanting to hold him up any further than you already were but when you called him cowboy, he became weak in the knees. "Yeah... see ya" He stuttered on his words before watching you walk away, his eyes trading down to your rear before looking away.

He loved everything about you. not just the good but the bad as well. He couldn't see himself being with anyone but you. <3

A/N ―  AHH! This is my first EVER big writing on Tumblr! Of course, It had to be the first-ever fandom I was part of which was The Walking Dead! I will most more Chandler and Hayden Content soon just like this! Please give a follow and like for more Pookies!!

[noodlewritez]

The apple of his eye (MDNI)

Pairings: Carl Grimes X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Ron is alive blegh, smut (EVERYONE IS 18+), jealousy sex, established relationship, kinda long

Ever since Carl lost his eye to Ron, you had hated him from the root of your being, you couldn't even stand to be in the same room as him, let alone speak to him. I mean, how could you? He shot your boyfriend in the eye....

Until Rick assigned you on a run with him. Amazing.

“It’s only a run, Carl-“

“I don’t care! Do you know what he’s capable of? He almost killed me, what if he puts your life in danger to, the things I would do, Y/N..”

“Carl…” You tried to ease his mind but if there’s anything he gets from his father, it’s his stubbornness.

“You’re not going, he’s putting your life in his hands and I can’t take that risk.” You sighed and connected your forehead to his. “I’ll be fine..” I’m sure you’ll hear me scream if he tries anything...” You chuckle lightly.

But he took it much more seriously than you did.

The day of the run, while you grabbed your gun, he sat on a chair, watching you anxiously. He knew you were probably gonna be find but he couldn’t not worry about you. When you were ready, you turn to him and smile, spreading your arms out for a hug.

He completes the hug, getting up from the chair, smoothing out your hair and kissing just below your ear. “Be careful. I’m serious. He tries anything and you fucking tell me.” You nod, blushing and smiling then head out the door.

On the run, it was mostly Ron just trying to brag about one thing or another and you didn’t necessarily like it. You ignored him. You spit a way into the pharmacy but only by a high window. “Hey-shut up-get me up there.” You tell him and he follows, boosting you up by the feet and helping you in. “Anything good in there?”

Except you can’t see. You shine your flashlight around, looking for the things on the list Rick sent you with. “I don’t see anything! Might need some help looking!” You call out. “I’ll find a way in!” He responds.

And you wait...and you wait and eventually it's fucking dark out.

"Fuck me." You thought.

You grab a rope and just pray to god it's long enough to get you out of the building. You throw it and it barely gets you out. You climb out, keeping your gun loaded and ready if walkers find you. Only a few do, one at a time and you barely fight past them, scratching yourself up on the ground. You make a run for Alexandria and the guards see you. "It's me! Y/N!"

They open the gate and start asking you what happened and how'd you take so long. But you shove past them, planning to explain later. Right now, you're pissed. You walk to Carl's house and open the door to Carl yelling at Ron and demanding to know where you were.

"Carl..?" As soon as he sees you he's hugging you, asking if the scratches on you were from walkers, if you were okay, what had happened. You explain quickly what had happened while staring at Ron. As soon as you're done, Carl is seething.

"You fucking animal." He growls and punches Ron in the mouth. "Get up. You left her out there?!" He demands. Ron tries to lie, saying he couldn't find a way in but Carl doesn't care about that. He cares about Ron getting karma.

"You left her out there, you fucking dog.” He starts punching him, hard, when you pull Carl off of him. "Carl...Enough. come on don't beat the kid to a pulp."

"Out. Now." He growls and Ron runs out quickly with a busted lip, bloody nose and a bruised eye. Carl hugs you and smooths your hair down to comfort you. "I'm so sorry. I tried getting him to tell me where you were, what had happened..." You smile slightly and hug him back when he scoops you up and carries you to his room.

He starts a shower for you where he washes your hair for you and worships you, kissing your knuckles. You just hum in response to his actions as he kisses up and down your neck, leaving hickeys. An once you get out, he scoops you up onto the counter, making out with you, breathing heavily and the only thing between you two is a towel around his waist.

Fuck.

His hands trailed the small of your back as you sat on his lap on his bed, kissing each other heatedly, breathing heavily and whimpering into each other mouths. "Put it in?" You whimper. He nods, looking down, his hat falling partially in front of his face. You giggle and put it on your own head as he slides across your clit. "Ah-! Fuck.." You cry out and he smiles while still looking down, pushing up into you.

"Y/N.." He says, breathless. "Fuck, you are all fucking mine."

And he fucks you senseless, not making you do any of the work, just letting you take him inch by inch, babbling in your ear, praising you.

"Fuck...all mine...all mine...So fucking pretty.." He would say breathlessly as he tilts his head slightly. You lay your head on his shoulder, biting into the skin and leaving a bite mark for everyone to see. You can only let out a string of whimpers from how good he's fucking you and eventually the tight knot in your lower stomach tightens and you claw at him "Close..Carl-!"

"Make a mess on me. Make a fucking mess, let everyone know you're mine."

And with that, the tight knot snaps and you collapse against his chest and he holds you so you don't fall as he continues fucking you through your orgasm, he starts kissing your cheek letting you know he’s there.

As he feels you clenching, he thrusts 1, 2, 3 more times and groans deeply, shooting into your womb as he buries his face in your hair.

"Fuck, I need to make you jealous more often.." You joke.

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

Helping Hand

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Carl Grimes x Reader (gender not specified)

Summary: after a long day, you just want to help your boyfriend relax

Warnings: graphic descriptions of sexual activities, Oral (M! receiving), moaning, I'm pretty sure that's it

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You gently knock on his bedroom window, sitting on the flat tiled roof. Carl approaches his window with a slight smile on his face when he sees you. He opens the window and pulls you into his bedroom, kissing your neck softly as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Hey you," you whisper in his ear as he hugs you and leans down to kiss your neck, and you can feel him smile against it

"Hey. I missed you," He mumbles into your hair, his voice a little hoarse. His arms are around you, creating little to no space between you as he clings onto you. You kiss his cheek gently under his scar.

"You okay?" You ask softly, taking his face into your hands, caressing his scarred cheek. Carl seems withdrawn as he slightly nods his head, not wanting to let go of you.

You can tell your boyfriend just needs a little bit of rest and comfort right now- he needs to be taken care of, and who better to do that than you?

"Carl... honey... come on, sit down, let me take care of you..." You caress his cheek as he sits down on the edge of his bed.

You stand in between his legs and your hands move down to the belt on his jeans, your eyes looking up at his face for approval to continue. He nods and allows you to unbuckle his belt, gently sliding his jeans off, giving you enough room to move aside his underwear.

You lower yourself onto your knees as he sits onto the bed, taking his firm erection in your hand, pumping it lightly before swirling your tongue around the tip- collecting his salty pre-cum.

"Shit, Y/N," Carl moans out quietly, throwing his head back slightly as you continue moving, bringing your lips and mouth up and down his veiny cock. The plush walls of your warm mouth sucking him off arousing him further, making his hips bucking slightly and his fingers entangled in your hair. You're really making a mess out of him.

Carl's dick twitches in your mouth, your hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, jerking him off as your other hand moves up to cup his balls. With your head bobbing up and down on his hard member, he lets out a shuddering moan, before his impending climax crashes over him- his hot, pearly white release filling your mouth, running down your throat as you swallow his cum.

Carl caresses the side of your face, his mouth slightly agape from his previous orgasam, beads of sweat lining his forehead. He smiles tiredly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Thank you, sweetie... I needed that..." He whispers softly, pulling you into a hug. Right now, all Carl wanted was to just go to be able to rest stress free with his lover.

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[yourimagines]

Hi can you perhaps make a one shot about Ross, Norman, Andrew and others about how you guys met? Fluff 🥰

Sure

How you met fluff P.1

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: Fluff

Part two

Ross Marquand:

You met him on the set from the walking dead. He was all covered in blood and to you he looked absolutely handsome.

"You look weirly enough very handsome." You said to him, making him laugh.

"Oh well thank you. I'll asked them if they will cover me in blood more often then." He said while giving you a wink.

You giggled and blushed as he teased you. You both became very close over the weeks and he eventually asked you out on a proper date.

Andrew Lincoln:

You met him at a party from a mutual friend. He wasn't really having fun till he saw you, laughing and having fun.

"You have a beautiful laugh." He admitted to you as you stood next to him.

"Oh really? I actually hate my laugh." You said while blushing about it.

"Yes, you should laugh more often, it makes your eyes light up. It's beautiful." He was flirting with you and you fell for it. You even convinced him to dance with you and made sure you got his number to see him more often.

Norman Reedus:

You met him at a gas station, you were driving a motorcycle and he was impressed by you.

"Is that yours?" he asked while checking out your motorcycle.

"Yes it is, you like it?" You said full confident as you saw he was riding a motorcycle himself.

"Yes very impressed." He smiled at you, you checked out his motorcycle and you both exchanged numbers to meet up and ride together.

Chandler Riggs:

You met him through gaming, you both played the same online game and started a friendship.

"Wow, your very good at this game." You said as he just shot the enemies dead.

"Oh this is nothing, pure luck." His voice sounded beautiful to you, a little bit raspy as it was late in the evening.

"Well it was still impressive, i would love to you in my team. I'm not so good at this game myself." You joked, hoping he would be your new friend.

"Sure, I need a new friend to have fun with and i don't think your that bad tho." You both laughed and gamed nights and nights together till he confessed his little crush he has on you.

Steven Yeun:

You met him during an award show. You both won and met each other afterwards.

"Congratulations." You said as you went in for a friendly hug, he accepted your hug and placed a soft kiss on your left cheek.

"Congratulations to you too, you deserved it." You both where big fans of each other and you both didn't even tried to hide it as you were smiling at each other.

"Thank you, You deserve it as well." You took a photo together making your fans crazy about it, shipping you guys big time.

[ruewrote]

𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ.

PAIRING: carl grimes x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: selfish by madison beer WORD COUNT: 556 PARTS: one two

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ever since the group had gotten settled into alexandria you and carl had definitely drifted from each other. he’d deliberately go off with the other kids. even when you had tried to make plans with him, he blew them off.

once he had changed schedules for his supply runs, that’s when you really had stopped trying. 

that didn’t stop you from still watching over him and his family, you often went over and helped rick with judith and he was incredibly appreciative and for sure had brought up that he noticed the drastic change to yours and his son’s friendship.

three months ago today you had finally found this wonderful place. you should be over the moon, filled with joy even. it never came.

you sat with your knees pressed to your chest, tears running down your cheeks - playing with the friendship bracelet that was still attached to your wrist which was a gift from him back when you guys were at the prison, it was now worn out but of course you kept it.

footsteps were heard walking toward you, so you quickly wiped your eyes and covered up the band. looking up and were met with the last person you wanted to see.

your eyes were back to being glued to the ground, sat in the same way as you were before as he sat beside you. a what was once comforting silence now awkward surrounding the two of you.

tears stung in your eyes as you glanced over at him, “i hate you.” your voice shook as the tears started to fall. his own filling with regret.

“i hate that you think you can just walk over here and act like everything’s perfectly fine between us when it’s clearly not!” carl sat and listened to what you had to say - what was well overdue.

“you’re selfish. y-you abandoned me when i needed you the most,” the lump in your throat only getting worse as you spoke.

his eyes locked onto your own, “i never left. i’ve been right here.”

his empty words made you scoff and roll your eyes, making it seem like he hadn’t made such an effort to be as far away from you as possible.

you stood up abruptly - looking down at him. “i can’t believe you, you will sit there and lie to me after you know you did literally everything to not see or be near me. god even your dad thought it was weird that we weren’t around each other.”

“so don’t you fucking dare try and tell me you were there for me when you clearly weren’t.” he only got angrier.

“you were too goddamn clingy y/n, you were never not latched to my side, you needed to grow the fuck up.”

the pain flooded throughout your body, his words dug deep into your heart. he tried to reach out and hold you and apologise, but it was too late. you pulled away from his touch, the words coming out of his mouth sounded distant and muffled. that’s all he thought of you? all that time?

your steps staggered backwards, carl walked closer to you still trying to explain himself, you started to walk away from him but not before you ripped the bracelet off your arm and threw it at him.

© ruewrote.

[kittvies]

hes always pouting for some reason 🥲

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

“Dance With Me.”

Synopsis: Chan was doing a charity stream, but with (Y/N). And the game you picked, is sure to have both of you, feeling hot and bothered..

Pairing: Chandler Riggs x Reader

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I walk out of the room, switch in-hand, and went to set it up in the living room, before telling Chan he could come in and get the stream settled out here.

I go to the kitchen to grab two water bottles and set it on the table. Chan looking at me, a confused look on his face. “What’s this for?”

“Just in case you’re thirsty. I was just going to grab one, but I felt like being nice.”

“Well, thank you.” He said, kissing my cheek, to show his gratitude, then went back to making sure everything was okay, with the stream.

Making sure the chat could hear us, and that they could what my switch was displaying, and making sure it wasn’t laggy, in general.

After triple checking with the chat and another tab with his stream pulled up, it was smooth sailing from there and he took a seat on the couch next to me.

“So, what game did you have in mind?”

“I’m gonna show ya, but you gotta close your eyes.”

“Why do I need to?”

“Just do it.” I put my hand over his eyes, before slowly lifting my hand up, to reveal his closed eyes.

I grab one of the joy-cons and go to the game. I let it load up, before telling him or the game let him know exactly what it was, when you hear the announcers say ‘Just Dance,’ lowly followed by the music. And Chan was quick to open his eyes.

“No..” I nod my head, ‘yes,’ as he leans his head back with an audible groan, and I laugh going over to read that chat, coming across one comment that said ‘I think she broke Chan.’

“Yeah, I think so too. I think I did break him, but he did say I could pick the game, so it’s kinda his fault.” I motion to Chan, as he lifts his head up.

“Are we really playing this?”

“Yes! We are. Why do you hate this game so much?”

“I don’t hate it, I just know that you’re going to win every time, cause you play this game so much.”

“So, you’re a sore loser?”

“I’m not a sore loser.” He said, getting defensive. “Sounds like something a sore loser would say.” I say, drinking some of my water, eyeing him over the bottle.

“Alright, you know what? Fine. I’ll play this and I will beat you at your own game.”

“Big talk for someone who was just throwing a hissy fit.” I turn away from him and press A, while we were going back and forth, the music kept playing and was getting extremely irritating.

“Here.” I hand him the joy-con. “You pick the first song.”

“Gladly.” He skims through the songs before landing one I’ve played once or twice, before clicking on it.

[totalslvt]

Morning Light

Carl Grimes x Fem Reader (NSFW)

Warning(s): NSFW, Both characters are aged over 18, Alexandria au

Summary: Carl wakes up with morning wood and attempts to keep you in bed a bit longer through any means possible. You give into him and you two wake up together a different way.

Word count: 1677

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The chirping of birds woke you from your slumber and the golden glimmers from the rising sun crept through the drawn shades. You checked the clock that sat on the bedside table, and slumped back into the comfort of your bed realizing you still had time to rest before starting your day.

Your boyfriend Carl lay beside you one arm slung over your waist, his warm body heat comforted you further. You’d never imagine that the two of you would ever be able to settle down in the world you lived in, but things just fell into place and you were lucky enough to have him there with you now.

You were shaken out of your thoughts when you felt Carl’s soft lips press against your back lovingly, a smile tugged at your lips when he grumbled a short “Good morning.” You took his hand that was wrapped around your midriff giving it a light squeeze in response.

“You’re up early, what’s the occasion?” you mused, he just buried his face into your back groaning incoherently. He hated being up early and you didn't like it much either but living in a community like Alexandria it was crucial to pull your weight. You rolled onto your other side facing him, his hair was sticking up in different directions, and his bad eye wasn’t hidden behind gauze.

“We have to get up sooner or later, sleepyhead.” His arms pulled you flushed against his chest burying his face in the crook of your neck leaving feather light kisses over the love marks he’d left just nights prior. You sighed practically melting into him, he sure knew how to keep you in bed longer.

“Don’t wanna.” He mumbled into your skin before continuing the assault on your neck. You tried to pull away from him but he licked a strip along your neck pressing himself into you making you whine. You could feel his cock poking at you with a severe case of morning wood which wasn’t unusual, Carl’s sex drive was very high.

“Just a few more minutes, I’ll make it worth your wild.” He slurred into your neck leaving wet open mouthed kisses down your neck. His warm hands trailed under your nightshirt, he stopped his movements at the swell of your breast pulling away for your neck.

His one blue eye gazed into yours silently asking for consent to continue, instead of answering him directly you grabbed one of his hands and brought it flush against your mound. He sighed contently, already worked up from his throbbing hard on he’d woken up with.

His thumb rolled over your peppeld bud before bringing his other hand up to make contact with your other mound. He skillfully massaged the tender fat with his hands making you practically melt into him. He leaned forward giving you a gentle kiss, your lips molding together his breathing tickled your heated face.

You felt his tongue swipe across your lips asking for access which you quickly accepted. His tongue exploring your mouth like he didn’t already know every nook and cranny by heart. The kiss became progressively more heated until he pulled away gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting your tongues.

His hard cock poked against your thigh that had been thrown over his hip, your other leg was tangled with his bringing you two impossibly close. His hands have moved from your breasts instead exploring your body, you could feel his calloused hands trailing along your body leaving goosebumps in their path.

You began grinding your heat against his hard length making him whimper with need. His hands made their way to your ass squeezing and pushing you harder against him. The head of his dick rubbed against your clit making your head roll back in pleasure. He rutted into you needily, precum beading at the tip of his cock soaking into his boxers.

“Carl, I need you.” You moaned at a particularly hard thrust, he immediately halted his movements before nodding enthusiastically. He didn’t even bother taking off your shirt instead opting to just pull your panties down and lift your shirt up enough to expose your breasts. He brought his hand down to your heat swiping a finger along your wet slick.

You moaned when his fingers applied pressure to your sensitive bud rubbing circles teasingly slow into you, pleasure shot down your spine and your legs instinctively attempted to clamp shut only being stopped by Carl’s one free hand.

“Does that feel good?” He teased before licking up your thigh, the sensation was unbearable making you squirm.He moved from your clit to your aching hole slipping in a finger, he watched as your greedy pussy took every inch of his fingers before entering his other finger curling into your sweet spot. Your back arched against him and he fingered you painfully slow, your arousal soaking his fingers down to his knuckles.

You grabbed his wrist making him stop his movements. “Please Carl, I need your cock!” You moaned that brought a smirk to his lips. He was quick to pull down his boxers you watched impatiently as his cock sprang out from its confines slapping against his stomach. You leaned forward taking his length into your hand stroking his cock, he groaned letting his head fall against your shoulder.

His cock was just begging for attention, the tip an angry red tint and his veins popped against his shaft. Precum dribbles against your hand working like lubricant, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough to fit inside you without pain regardless of how wet you were. So you brought your fingers down to your folds slicking your fingers before placing them back on his cock rubbing your arousal into his shaft.

He let his teeth sink into your shoulder not hard enough to hurt or draw blood but enough to bring a little sting. He pulled his head away pushing you down into the bed before crawling over you, his hands resting on either side of your head. His pupils were blown with lust and you could see sweat forming on his forehead. He removed one of his hands from beside your head, grabbing the base of his dick and lining it up with your entrance.

“You sure you’re ready? I can finger you a little more?” You just nodded reassuringly, giving him to go to slip into you, he watched pleasure spread across your features enhancing his own enjoyment. Once he bottomed out inside you he waited, he knew you were good to go after all the previous times you’ve had sex you were well adjusted at this point. However he enjoyed the closeness he felt when he just sat inside you, he leaned against your body kissing your breasts before pushing his hips back and thrusting into you again.

His thrusts were rough but slow and passionate. It brought tears of pleasure to the ducks of your eyes, his blue eye staring into your love strone across his features. You whined everytime his hips made contact against your own, you could feel every inch of him entering and slipping out of your body before slamming back into you. The curve of his dick pressed against your g spot intensifying your moanes, everytime he slammed into you your walls clamped around him making him groan.

He began to pick up his pace, his cock was aching for release and your tight warmth against him was making his vision go blurry. He watched your tits bounce with every thrust, he refused to look away from you. In the world you two lived in it wasn’t uncommon for moments like these to be cut short so he made sure to watch every second of it. The sounds of slapping skin and moans could surely be heard by the neighbors but that was the last worry in Carl’s mind, and you were too cock drunk to even notice the explicit sounds that were leaving your lips.

“Shit, you take me so good. I love you so much baby girl.” He cooed, grabbing your hips so he could slam into your faster. His pace was unforgiving and you could feel your climax bubbling inside you, you knew he was going to be finished soon by the way his dick twitched inside your walls. His hips bucked into you and the bed was creaking at his hard thrusts, you moaned his name repeatedly unable to speak any other words.

“Carl! M gonna cum!” You screamed and he growled in response, pounding into you particularly hard. “Me too, me too.” He whined bringing his face down to your neck sucking more marks into your skin, your bodies stuck together from the sweat that had been accumulated. His dick kept hitting your g spot over and over and attempting to speed up the pace he brought a finger to your clit rubbing at a harshly fast pace, with that it didn’t take you long to reach your orgasm.

You felt the familiar sensation crash over your body, but it was different and more powerful this time. You’d realized what happened when his cock was pushed out of your cunt and you looked up to see him cumming against your stomach, but he was soaked. “What happened? Did I piss on you?” You questioned brain a little too foggy to realize what had just occurred, he smiled softly before smirking at your obviousness. “No honey you squirted.” He mumbled before wrapped his arms around you and picking your up bridal style

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He said more of a statement than a question, you nodded groggily before apologizing. “Sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” Honestly you were a little embarrassed but Carl just seemed shocked that you even tried to apologize about that. “It was what I was aiming for, don’t be sorry it was really hot.” You smiled letting your face burry into his chest, he knew how to make you feel good.

[yourwalkingdeadmf]

Paint the town red

Carl grimes/Joker x y/n / harley quinn

In a twisted alternate reality where worlds collided, a new Gotham City had emerged, plagued not only by the chaos of the Joker but also by the relentless hordes of walkers. In this grim setting, Carl Grimes had taken on the identity of the Joker, embracing the madness that surrounded him.

Amid the anarchy, he found a kindred spirit in Y/N, a survivor with a mischievous glint in her eye and a fondness for chaos. She embodied the spirit of Harley Quinn, her hair dyed in vibrant reds and blues, and a grin that rivaled Carl's own.

Carl, now the Joker, roamed the streets of this unholy Gotham, his face painted with a grotesque smile, a stark contrast to the grim world around him. He reveled in the chaos, setting traps for walkers and luring them into deadly games.

Y/N, donned in her tattered jester's outfit, twirled a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire as she danced alongside Carl, her laughter echoing through the apocalyptic city. "Hey, puddin'," she purred, her voice tinged with madness. "What's our next trick, huh? More chaos, I hope."

Carl, his eye concealed by a wild, maniacal gaze, erupted into laughter that reverberated through the desolation. "Oh, Harley, my dear," he exclaimed, "I've got something truly spectacular in mind. Let's paint this town red... with chaos."

Together, they became a deadly and unpredictable duo, unburdened by the constraints of reality and law. In a world where the line between sanity and madness had all but disappeared, the Joker and Harley Quinn, reborn as Carl Grimes and Y/N, embarked on a never-ending spree of mayhem, finding a strange sort of love amidst the ruins and the walkers, as they reveled in the anarchy they had created.

[heartfeltcherie]

my requests are open for both chandler riggs and carl grimes !! 💗🐝🌱🍄🌞🌷💖💖

[rinnyyyyyyyyy]

so tell me you love me.

wicked games - the weekend.

you and Carl get high, go into the woods and end up making out, one thing leads to another.

!tw - getting high, public sex & almost getting caught.

carl is 18 and so is reader.

..you were with Daryl, in the woods fucking around, scavenging..."the hells that?" you say, pointing at what looked like a house, you start walking towards it..until daryl grabs your shoulder and tells you to wait before getting in front of you with his crossbow ready to shoot at whatever. you get in side safely, and start rummaging through shit, until, you find some weed, you put it in your pocket. you didn't care wether Daryl saw or not, it's not like he would try to stop you. he knew you were a teenager and would still find one way or another to get your hands on it. "you find anything?" you ask, "....nah, nothin' good here..you?." ..you debated wether you should tell him what you found. "..nah. nothing good over here, either." .you two started walking back to Alexandria.

you were excited to finally be back, you missed your boyfriend, carl. and you genuinely couldn't wait to show him what you found in the woods, you were walking to his house. but on the way you seen his dad, "hey, rick, carl home?", rick looks at you "yeah. he should be there, you gonna go by?".."yeah.. I am" he nods and walks off, you get there and open the door, you start to head up to his room, you open the door and throw the pot on his bed.."you got paper, pookie?" you hear him laugh a bit at that. "well I do have some pretty thin paper? would that work?" he looks at you while holding some pretty thin paper "maybe, Its been awhile since I've done this. we could also use a can, all we need is a lighter but I got one." taking the paper and somehow managing to roll it.

"we should go to the woods, your dad could get here any minute, you know? besides, the house would start smelling." you look at him while licking the joint to make it stick together. "..yeah, sure. my dad would probably kill me if he found out we smoked inside anyway." you hum in response of that. you always thought rick would be more chill about that kinda stuff, considering you ARE in a zombie apocalypse. but once you started dating carl, that changed.

you two were in the woods sitting against a tree smoking away in silence. until carl breaks it. "you used to do this?" he said hitting the joint. "yeah, I used to take daryls cigarettes, until he found out." you laugh a little. "hey, carl." you say, "yeah?", you start to lean in him not noticing because of how high out of his mind he was, until you were right in front of him, both of your noses touching. you leaned in completely until your lips were touching, pulling you onto his lap, he kissed you. after a few seconds you pull back and say, "its still burning. give it here." you take it and turn it off. it hadn't even been a second after you turned it off, and he had you under him, pinned, legs entangled. his knee on top of your crotch area, you grunted when you felt his knee there. "carl!-" you moaned out, not meaning to. he laughed a little "what's wrong..? you were kissing all on me not too long ago." he said, pushing his knee down on him and leaning down to plant small kisses up and down on his neck, his hand running up the other males thigh and side. you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it when he got like this.

after a few minutes of making out and taking off each others pants off you hear something..or was it someone?. carl stops and grabs his knife from his pants next to him not knowing who it was.

until he saw michonne. he threw the knife to the floor with his pants, and got on top of you again. "..wh-" "michonne, don't worry about it. she didn't see us." he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head with one of his hands, giving you a kiss.

"you ready, pretty boy?" as he spoke he was pulling down the waistband of your boxers waiting for you to reply. you gave him a simple nod, but he wanted to hear you. "use your words. I want to hear you." when he said that you took a deep breath. "yeah..im ready." when you said that he took your boxers off, and immediately pushed his middle finger in and started moving it in a circle motion. "Carl!- fuck!" you were whimpering out his name over and over just because of his finger. it made you feel unbelievably pathetic and desperate for his cock to be inside of you. "look at you..you look so pretty like this, baby." after he said that he pushed in a second finger and started stretching you out in a scissoring motion, truthfully, it hurts like a bitch, but it felt so good just because it was him. if it was anyone else you'd hate it.

after he finished stretching you out, he puts his thumb to your chin and taps it, "open, honey." so you do. and when you do he puts his ring and middle finger in, gently rubbing against the males tongue with his fingers. once he got enough spit on his fingers he put some on the males entrance while pulling his own boxers down with the other hand. releasing his hard cock. once he put some on your hole he put what was remaining on his tip and on the rest of him.

once he put the tip in he leaned down so he could kiss you, distracting you from the sting of his cock entering you. once he was halfway in he pulled away from you causing your moans to be louder. tears were starting to form in your eyes, from the sting. once he realized this he keeps going but speeds the process up a little.

"you're gonna be okay, it just hurts now but it'll feel better eventually, okay? just like the other times." he says wiping away any tears you had while you grasp onto leafs and sticks next to you. once he's fully in he looks at you for any sign that it's okay to move, "I'll start moving once you want me to, sound good?", you cant even bring your self to reply, considering what was inside of you at the moment. but once you felt like it was alright to move, you nodded. "you can.. you can start."

once he starts moving he starts off slow and gentle. him being settled on top your body, his hands at the side of your thighs, kissing and biting your collarbone. your hands scratching and clawing at his back, while your a moaning and whimpering mess. "cum with me, okay? be my good boy and cum with me." he says with little grunts here and there.

the slow and gentle pace didn't last long, he started being faster and rougher with you, your hands still scratching up his back because he's fucking into you so good that you can't think straight, you can't even make a sentence. all you can do is moan his name and be a perfect little stuttering mess for him.

as soon as you feel that familiar knot and uncomfortable feeling your back arches, and you grab onto his hair as if you're trying to tell him something, but it seems that's what it took to make him go over the edge. almost as soon as he came inside of you, you came on his stomach.

on your way back to Alexandria, you see Rick. waiting for you at the gates.

[lunarnightt]

𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⎯ Carl Grimes

WARNINGS! ⎯ there are none! Just pure fluff! SUMMARY ⎯ Your father, Daryl Dixon, always treated your mother like a queen before she died; now you want someone to do the same, and who better than your best friend, Carl Grimes. A/N ⎯ This is based on the song 'Like My Father' by Jax. I also want to thank everyone who LOVED my Carl Grimes x Gothic reader so much! I love you all!

For as long as you could remember; your father treated your mother like a goddess, like a queen.

Whatever she wanted, she got. whatever she asked for, she got. There were never any ifs or buts about it. Your dad worshipped the ground she walked and treasured her like any man should do a woman.

As you got older, you watched your father do everything he could for your mother. He would constantly have dinner dates with her, and take her on romantic walks in the middle of the night when they thought you were asleep. This never changed when your mom got cancer and started doing chemo.

Your father shaved his own head with her so she wouldn't be alone, held her hand during every treatment, and watched her throw up blood until her last dying breath.

Your mother died before the world went to shit so there you were, sitting at the query watching other kids play with their moms and dads, silently resenting them for having both. Your mother was dead and your dad was cold and couldn't care what you did anymore because he was still grieving the loss of his wife.

That was when that changed; a little boy walked up to you and practically forced you to play with him. You would learn that his name was Carl and he too lost his dad but of course, we all know how that went.

Eventually, you and Carl became best friends; going and growing through hell together. You both survived through so much and yet you helped him look on the brighter side of life.

Over time, as you two grew older, the two of you slowly fell in love with one another but never said a thing because one- you're either running from the dead, and two- neither one of you thought you liked each other back.

But one thing was for certain; you wanted a man who loves you like you're father loved your mom.

It was like any other day for you and Carl. You both sat in your bedroom reading comic books, the soft sound of Johnny Cash playing in the background filling your ears.

You looked over at the Grimes boy, looking over the handsome features you've grown to love over the last few years; to his long shaggy hair, his beat-up cowboy hat, and his missing eye something he was very insecure of but you thought was badass.

Before he could catch your gaze though, you looked down and the record stopped playing which made the both of you groan. "Great. Now one of us has to get up and flip it over." You whined, crossing your arms over your chest and looking at the record player in your room.

Carl sighed and pushed himself off the ground, walking over to the record playing and taking the record off. "What are you doing?" You asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Carl smiled and turned to you. "Putting on Abba. I thought Dancing Queen was your favorite and you want to listen to it?" He spoke and he wasn't entirely wrong.

"I do but I thought you wanted to listen to Johnny Cash?" You spoke softly and Carl just rolled his eye and turned to face you. "Does it matter what I want?" He spoke before turning to face the record player and placing the needle on the record, the song Dancing Queen filling the room as he made his way and sat back down next to you.

That day you knew that Carl was the type you wanted, the type you knew would love you like your father did to your mom.

So, you contemplated forever, debating on telling him how you felt but when you did; you wrote him a nice simple letter and left it on the inside of his hat. It took him a while but he finally found it, looking at it with confusion while the words "read me cowboy" jumped out at him in all capital letters.

He knew it was from you because only you called him cowboy and only you would do something like leaving a letter on the inside of his hat.

So, he read it as instructed and he became over the moon because not only did you tell him how you felt but you actually liked him back.

Carl rushed out of the house to look for you, going to all the places he knew you would be. He went to Rosita, to Maggie and Glenn's place because you loved playing with Herschal Jr before finally finding you training with Jesus.

"Looks like you're boyfriend is here" Jesus joked which made you roll your eyes and flip him off as you made your way over to Carl. "Hey cowboy" You spoke with a teasing smirk but your smirk was wiped clean off your face when he held up the letter.

"Are you telling the truth?" He asked, needing reassurance like he always did when he was unsure of something. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head. "Yes. Why would I lie to you of all people?" You asked and before you could say anything else, his lips were pressed against yours.

As the two of you kissed, your hand moved to the back of his neck while his hands moved to your waist. After a minute, the two of you pulled apart and he pressed his forehead against yours.

"You don't know how long I wanted to do that" He whispered against your lips and you giggled, moving to play with the soft locks of his hair. "It's about damn time, cowboy" You spoke back and he immediately pressed his lips against yours, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

Ever since then, he truly loved you like your father did your mom and maybe even more than he ever did.

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

☾꙳all the things I hate about you☀︎꙳ pt.5

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Chandler Riggs x Fem! reader

Warning: swearing

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Hi everyone! sorry it’s been so long, ill try my best to post every time I can but I do have a really big school trip coming up (it’s out of state) so I’m getting a lot more work than usual so my apologies if updates are slow

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we made it, I was now only a few days away from being a part of something incredible and most importantly I, me, Y/n L/n was going to see Chandler fucking Riggs in person! how amazing right?  At least that’s what I would say if I hadn't already promised I wouldn’t bother or talk to him unless needed to 

I and my mom decided to take a small break and go get some food at the airport, I thought that now would be a good time to call F/n, I clicked her contact and listened to it ring, and ring, and ring some more “Hi this is F/n sorry I couldn’t pick up the phone im probably busy” before the voicemail sound started playing I hung up, F/n always responded always, no matter what she was doing, but I just brushed it off and decided to text her 

‘hii I just got to Atlanta call me when you’re free!’

I then took my last bite of food and me and my mom left 

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after what felt like hours, we got to our new house, my god it was huge! “go ahead and find a room N/n (nickname)” my mom said and I nodded putting in my headphones and played f/b (fav band) before grabbing 2 boxes one filled with clothes the other filled with hygiene products,

I opened the door with a bit of struggle and almost dropped my boxes looking at the entire, I was a HUGE fan of big houses and the way they look so this was amazing, I ran up the stairs forgetting I had 2 boxes in my hand, let’s just say the moment I had reached the top of the stairs my arms were sore

after passing 2 other rooms I opened a door to see a room with 3 windows one leading toward the roof, I sat the boxes down and lead up against the wall, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket only to feel disappointment fill me as there was no response from f/n, 

“Y/n come here!” my mom said and I slowly made my way downstairs taking out the headphones as my mom talked to a woman there was a boy standing next to her he was looking down but when he lifted his head up and we locked eyes I imminently ran back upstairs and behind a wall covering my mouth with my hands, 

I had just locked eyes with Chandler Riggs, CHANDLER RIGGS IS AT MY DOOR,  

“Please come in, I’ll go get my daughter” I heard my mom say as footsteps filled my ears, my heart was racing my breaths were heavy sweat dripping down my head,  “hun?” my mom said, and turned her head to see me sitting on the ground looking like a nervous wreck.  “are you okay Hun?” she asked and violently shock my head before standing up and pointed to her ear she rolled her eyes at my childishness and leaned down,  “Chandler Riggs is literally in our house mom, no I am NOT okay,” I said and she laughed.  “come on Y/n you 14 you need to stop being so shy” my mom then pushed me forward so I was standing at the top of the stairs, I could feel Chandler and his mom stair at me, I dug my nails into my hand as I felt my mom erg me to go down the stairs so I did I walked down slowly till we were both standing Infront of them, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't lift my head up not for a second when my moms hand went to my shoulders forcing me to once again lock eyes with Chandler, HOW CAN SOMEINE BE EVEN CUTER IN PERSON OMGGGGGGG

I was internally screaming when I saw Chandler’s face turn into something that looked, disappointed?  “this is my Daughter Y/n” my mom said and I looked back down and gave a small wave.  “like Y/n L/n? well isn’t this a surprise you going to be working with my son right?” she asked and I nodded,  “I’m Gina it’s lovely to meet you” she said and I opened my mouth,  “its nice to meet you too” I said quietly shaming myself for not looking at her while she talked.  “y/n has always been so bashful my apologies” my mom said and once again I shoved my nails into my hand.  “oh that’s Fine, Chandler why don't you introduce yourself?” Gina said and my heart began to race more just by hearing his name,  “oh there’s no need, Y/n has told me so much about you” I looked up at my mom with a ‘why would you say that look’ and she chuckled.  “she has always loved, what was his name? Carl? since she was little” my mom said and the more she did the more I wanted to jump off a bridge.  “Hi I’m Chandler” GOD HIS VOICE WAS NECTOR FROM THE HEAVENS OMGGGGGG AHHHHHHH’

“it was lovely to meet you too but y’all are probably busy with unpacking so we’ll be off, heres my number if you need anything,” Gina said and handed my mom a piece of paper.  “Thank you for coming over I’ll see you soon,” my mom said and they left

I just made eye contact with Chandler Fucking Riggs, not once BUT TWICE, wait...why did he look at me like that? was there something On my face? maybe my clothes? did I look at him weirdly? did he think I'm weird? 

did I seriously just ruin my first impression with the person I have admired my whole life

GOD DAMMIT Y/-

[lilhoeforevanpeters]

could you make more carl grimes anything please!! smut, fluff anything for him!! male reader preferably if you can :)!

Love you to the Moon and to Saturn

Thanks for the request, sorry it took so long!

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Carl Grimes x GN! Reader

You watched the boy who had your heart walk away from you, leaving you alone in the bed. With a sigh you get up to follow him, watching as he stands in front of the mirror of the bathroom. Wrapping your arms around him from behind, he turns to look at you slightly before turning back to his reflection, his covered eye giving him a silent complex. 

“Come back to bed,” you say softly to Carl, though your request seems to fall on deaf ears. He continues to mess with his bandage, it obviously causing him discomfort.

“Carl,” your words cause him to pause and look at you in the mirror.

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong?” He lets out a quiet exhale and responds in a quiet and gruff tone. 

“Nothin’”

“Bullshit,” he raises his eyebrow at you before turning around, his back to the mirror now as he looks down at you. He’s studying your face, for reasons you’re unsure of, but you continue to look up at him. Reaching up to brush hair from his face, your hand then rests down to his cheek, caressing it gently. Carl tenses up slightly since he’s nervous with how close your fingers are to his scar. Noticing this you rest your hand to his shoulder, before standing on your tip toes and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. He rests his hand down to your waist, kissing you back tenderly. 

“Come back to bed,” you whisper against his lips. He pulls you into him, craving to be closer to you. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead before pulling away from you, mumbling a quiet ‘okay’. 

Crawling back into bed and under the covers, you roll over to face him, Carl laying on his side towards you. You move to be in his arms, forcing your way there if you had to, although Carl didn’t mind, and he wrapped his arms around you, stroking your hair. With a glance up to him, you murmur quietly to him.

“You know, you’re really pretty.” Your words make him pause his movements, making him sigh slightly before continuing to run his fingers through your hair.

“You get like this every time you’re tired.” It was true, you wouldn’t stop talking whenever you were exhausted, and poor Carl had to deal with it nearly every night. You move even closer to him- if that was even a possibility, curling up to his side.

“But it’s true, you are.”

“I’m not. You are, but I am not.” You roll your eyes exasperated, why couldn’t he just take a compliment?

“Fine then, you’re handsome.”

“That's not what I meant,” 

“You’re hot,”

“Stop it, go to bed.”

“But you are,” “Shush.” With a soft smile playing on your lips you lean your head back down against his chest, whispering to get the last word in.

“You are really hot though,” he quietly groans and turns you away from him, making you drop your jaw slightly. He bites back a smile, still not bringing you back into his arms, although when you slowly inch closer to him he doesn’t pull back. Carl brings his head down to yours, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, as he murmurs, “I love you.” As much as he hated to admit, you had a way of bringing light into his life like no one else could, a way of making him believe the things you say to him, like the compliments.

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[crxssbowcarl]

A TRIM

carl grimes x female reader

summary: carl refused to let anyone near his hair after losing his mom, but when he desperately needs a trim he goes to the person he trusts most, you.

(intended lowercase)

warnings: mentions of losing a parent.

pure fluff

“a trim, got it?”

carl twisted around in the chair he was sitting on to face you, you could tell he was nervous and you understood why. he hadn't cut his hair since he was 13, lori used to give him haircuts and he couldn't bring himself to let anyone else do it after she died, until now.

you currently stood behind him, a pair of shears held in your dominant hand while your other held a comb and spray bottle. “yes, a trim, I got it. now, are you gonna sit still and let me start?” you teased, a brief laugh passing your lips.

he nodded, removing the bandage from around his face and setting it on the counter next to his hat. “yeah, just please be careful—”

“carl.” you interrupted, making eye contact with him through the mirror, taking in his worried expression. “I know how important your hair is to you and I will be very careful, I just need you to trust me.”

he caught his lip between his teeth before giving you a curt nod and straightening his posture. “okay.”

you gave him a reassuring smile followed by a gentle kiss to the top of his head before starting. you grabbed a section of his hair, spraying it with the water until it was drenched, repeating this until his hair was thoroughly soaked. you didn't have a lot of experience with cutting hair and you were beyond nervous, but when he came to you and asked you if you would give him a trim you didn't have the heart to tell him no.

you took a deep breath before grabbing a decent portion of hair, bringing the comb to it and running it through it, stopping about an inch from the bottom, holding it up so carl could see it, “how's that?”

“that's fine.” he concluded after a few moments of staring at it, closing his eyes tightly when you brought the scissors up to his hair.

you hesitated. you knew how important this was to him, when he told you stories about his mom your heart would ache for him, and his hair was one of the only things left he could relate to her besides judith and messing this up would break his heart.

the sound of the scissors snipping the hair caused you both to flinch, you watching the hair fall to the tiled floor.

you exchanged a glance with him to make sure he was still comfortable, and you continued, copying your previous cut over and over again until you had chopped roughly the same length of hair off of every section.

the bathroom was completely silent minus the sound of the scissors and you shuffling around, neither of you could bring yourselves to speak, both too focused on your movements to say anything.

eventually, you finished the larger part of his hair and all that was left was his bangs. you walked around so you could be face to face with him, examining the way his bangs framed his face. “okay..” you mumbled, grabbing the larger portion of his bangs between your index and middle finger using them as a guide and you worked on his fringe while trying to avoid getting any hair in the open wound on his face. once you were satisfied with how that side looked, you moved onto the other side, making a few quick snips before setting the scissors down and stepping back to admire your work.

“what do you think? did I do okay?”

he stood up, leaning closer to the mirror to examine his hair as you watched him anxiously, awaiting his reaction. you rocked back and forth on your heel, your hands interlaced behind your back, “carl?” you tried, becoming extremely paranoid that you had messed up, but your worry was quickly brought to an end when he wrapped his arms around you.

“it looks great, thank you.”

your worried expression was replaced by a geeky smile, and you returned his hug, giving him a tight squeeze. “oh thank god, I was so worried.” you laughed, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose,

“thank you, by the way.” he looked confused at your statement, tilting his head to the side slightly, “for what?”

“for trusting me, I know that this was hard for you and i’m glad you trusted me of all people.”

he ducked his head down and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, smiling against the exposed skin, “i’m glad I did, too.”

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