#Lori dolls

[desertdollranch]

Maya's best friend is her adorable chonky Shetland pony, Meadow Muffin.

[queenofsquids]

Retro Licca repro GET!!!!

The box from Amazon Japan arrived super squashed so I feared the worst but she was fine! Even the doll box was ok with just a bit of scuff on one corner 🥹

So I immediately pulled out that lot of vintage Vogue dresses I thrifted a couple years ago to see what would go on her :3 I wouldn't claim that any of these fit, but they will go on and look ok if I pin them up tighter in the back.

I am not at all knowledgeable about Licca. I do follow a whole lot of vintage doll lovers on IG though so I have certainly dipped a toe into longing for older Liccas and Peteenas and Wataru etc.!

I must thank @dolljunk profusely for telling me about this release. He knows way more about this doll so I will reblog when he posts here (he's already posted on Patreon!)

I got her from Amazon Japan directly, shipping to the US was offered for a reasonable amount and I grabbed it with both hands. It took a little over a week to arrive.

This set is the Lori doll cafe. I loved it from the moment I set eyes on it years ago and bought it despite not really having dolls that fit. I had to dig it out of my closet and dust the hell out of it for this 🥲 I'm so happy I kept it. It's still under-scaled but works for photographs for me.

[babsi-and-stella]

Groupie Lori Mattix with Sylvain Sylvain photographed by Bob Gruen, September 1973.

[firespirited]

Weird Bab

A week ago I found someone's weird barbie clone, well it felt more like she found me. She was sticky, smelled sickly sweet and didn't clean up with the usual methods: soap, resoap, alcohol. I used magic eraser for her face but there were still moving patches of grey and pink so I got the idea to oil her, yes not boil: oil. Surprise, she had pale green hair under all that.

I gave her a quick hair tidy and added some dimension to her face with blush and freckles. To make her into a weird Barbie again I added purple acrylic to look like faded sharpie eyeliner and pink streaks slightly longer than the rest so it looks better the messier her hair is: modded but unable to stain herself or any other dolls.

Then she raided the spare parts

[nexttopbadbitch]

make that money, girl

[littlequeenies]

Ca. September/October 1973 - American guitarist Sylvain Sylvain and American guitarist and singer-songwriter Johnny Thunders (1952-1991) of American rock band New York Dolls surrounded by female fans, among them American groupie Sable Starr (wearing a red hat and black veil; 1957-2009), and Lori Mattix (in a green, white and black dress; also known as Lori Lightning), and bassist Arthur Kane backstage at the Whisky a Go Go, a nightclub on Sunset Boulevard in West Hollywood, California.

Last 4 photos are scans by Leith from (Diet) Coke & Sympathy blogspot.

[jaynedolluk]

They looked like ‘40s movie starlets gone to hell, then raised from the dead in skintight rayon dresses, with blue, black and bleached-white hair. The ghostly Victorian pallor of their powdered faces, extreme kohl-rimmed eyes, and bloodred lip gloss reminded me of 1950s bohemian Vali Myers. All of which made these gothic apparitions of extreme femininity look that much more incongruous standing in the blazing California sun, in the parking lot of NBC Studios, Burbank. That’s where I first saw them, while waiting in line to see the New York Dolls taping a performance of The Midnight Special TV show. In the summer of 1973, I was a fourteen-year-old suburban curious cat, obsessed with glitter rock. The “glitter” look, a charmingly naïve expression of futuristic fashion, was actually derived from vintage wear. Gaudy and colourful iridescent clothing was the height of fashion. Spangled, sequinned teenage baby-whores in miniskirts and bikini tops roamed the Sunset Strip. Some of the better-known LA glitter girls of the time, like Sable Starr and Lori Maddox, even sustained their own fame and notoriety after being featured in the pages of teen magazine Star as the “Sunset Strip Groupies”. But glitter was also a throwback to the faded glamour of Hollywood’s yesteryear. The phrase “silver screen” was bandied about a lot in the rock lyrics of the era. In their low-cut blouses, tight pencil skirts, platform shoes and vintage jewellery, the quiet, sullen-looking girls who sparked my curiosity in the NBC parking lot stood a mile apart from the crowd. They looked like elegant femmes fatales and evinced romance and danger. I immediately wanted to know who they were. I sense a darkness about them that spoke to me, making me recognise something inside myself I had not previously acknowledge, a vignette around the edges of my luminous teenage daydream.

FROM SOME NEW KIND OF KICK BY KID CONGO POWERS.

[earako]

Hi relistening to Undas [2] again ans IMMA FIGHT LORI-

[queen-of-the-scene]

a bit of a lesser seen photo of sylvain sylvain and lori mattix 💋

i tried to enhance it but for some reason it only wanted to enhance syl's face

[littlequeenies]

The link doesn't work anymore, reblogging just for the photos, taken by Julian Wasser.

Lori Mattix, the Tyndall sisters, Thea Constantine, Sabel Starr and other groupies pictured with the New York Dolls for the August 1974 ‘glam rock’ issue of Creem Magazine. 

Watch CREEM: America’s Only Rock ‘N’ Roll Magazine, available for streaming now!

#creem50 #boyhowdy #creemmag #creemmagazine

[serendipitous-girl]

𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒓

⊱✿⊰ summary: headcanons with bakugo and a gf who's love language is physical affection

⊱✿⊰ warnings: swearing, suggestive comments (its souly's personality), y/n is specified towards the requester, pretty fluffy

⊱✿⊰ notes: this is a request by my dear, my doll @fashionablysouly. So it might not be everyone's cup of tea. also this is so short and for what. I am starting school up again so writing will be scarce (not like i write very often now lol) anyway mwah mwah kisses

❀ he is confused as first, because he doesn't understand why somebody would want as much physical touch as you want. he gets a little bit weird about it during the beginning, and he wouldn't initiate very often.

❀ but one day, he just craves your touch. you're chilling on the couch in the common rooms and he comes to get you. he grabs you by your waist, leaning down to grumble in your ear, "we're going to my dorm, c'mon."

❀ once you were inside, he pulled you to his bed and hugged you to his chest. y'all were spooning and he was the big spoon, naturally. you were so soft and warm and bakugo couldn't get enough of touching you.

❀ after that bakugo is clingy asf and he might be touchier than you. he always has his hands on your waist, or the small of your back, or he's holding your hand. he is always touching you.

❀ don't get me started on when he gets jealous. he'll pull you into his lap, eyes coldly staring at whatever bastard decided to flirt with you, leaning down to kiss your neck. his hands rest possessively on your hips, sucking on your soft skin (even better if purple and pink hues of his love bloom on your skin afterwards)

❀ bakugo gets an ego boost with how much you love being near him (but he is even more of a simp so he can't really talk)

lori © 2024. please don't copy, modify, or do anything weird with my writing! i like reblogs and comments but please be kind as this was my writing.

[darylsfavoritegirl]

Yk that argument Daryl had with Shane at the barn? Put your own spin on it and include the reader somehow, maybe she even tries to break them up and he is still pissed. Afterwards he goes off to sulk in his anger trying to ignore you, but it’s too hard

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The Odd Man Out

There you all were, away from Hershel's house, near the barn. Your heart was pumping blood more than what felt like necessary, your knees had become weak, all ready to betray you and cause you to collapse to the ground.

"This is unacceptable, man." Shane breathed out with fire, drawing circles infront of the barn gate.

"All this time..." He didn't finish his sentence and chuckled exasperatedly.

"Shane. Calm down. This is Hershel's land."

"I'll- I'll find a way to figure this-"

Shane came at Rick when Lori got between the two of them, pressing her right hand to Shane's chest. Her eyes scolded him as Shane gave her a quick stare and rolled his eyes.

Shane was staring at the barn gate, hands rested on his hips, shaking his head as all you could hear was him mumbling to himself.

Your eyes scanned the barn and its perimeter, observing every distressed face.

"You know we gotta leave man. Now we been talking about Fort Benning for a while..." Shane turned to all of you as Rick didn't let him say a word and raised his hand as a warning.

"We can't leave." He shook his head.

The side of your eyes caught Carol and how he wrapped her arms around herself, bottom lip trembling, eyes glossy with tears to come.

"My daughter is out there." Her voice was shaky. She looked taken aback as everyone gazed upon her. You could tell she didn't like to be the center of attention, especially at a time like this.

"We're gonna find your daughter, OK?" Lori rushed to Carol, offering a sense of support as she squeezed her arm, they were glued to one another.

Your eyes shifted to Shane as you shielded your eyes from the sun. He studied your face for a second or so. A faint snicker painted his lips. He knew why you had stayed quiet so far, he was the one that you spoke in discreet -though you felt that the cat was gonna be out of the bag any second-

You felt uneasy under his gloomy gaze as you looked away, changing your position in which you rested your entire body weight on one leg, arms crossed. You eyes were fixated on the others for a brief second to see if anyone caught that tense eye contact you happened to make with the most troubled man in the group.

Shane walked past you, not skipping to give you one last dark stare as he made his way to Rick.

"I think it's the time that we all start to just consider the other possibility."

You sensed everyone tilting their heads to his direction. Daryl stood next to you, you almost heard his breathing go more and more shallow, irritation growing denser through his veins as he fixated his eyes on him; squiented as ever, dauntless as ever.

"I ain't leavin' no one behind." He squiented his eyes at him, his body still as a stone as you could see he clenched his jaw firmly.

Shane ran his hand through his shaved head as he clasped his hands over it.

"Nah man, I-" Shane were to start another babbling session on a bothersome argument right when you flinched at Daryl's loud words.

"I'm close ta findin' dis girl. I jus' found a damn doll two days ago" He was coming at Shane when you felt like it was time you partook in this before it got out of hand.

"You found a doll, Daryl. That's what you did, you found a doll."

Shane pressed his lips together as he leered at Carol before speaking.

"All I'm sayin' is she could've been dead by now and we're-"

"Enough. Shane, enough." You looked at him in disbelief, eyes wide with your hand reflexively being up in the air towards his direction as a sense of warning before he took this any further.

"Ya dun' know the hell yer talkin' 'bout."

It was Shane one side and Daryl on the other side. Things got ugly pretty swiftly as you had to step back when Daryl came at him but it wasn't a few seconds later that you stepped in once again, punches flying in the air, some hitting your chin with their elbows. Your head and body were thrown back by their aggression reflected on their action.

Dust particles, the strings of hays that were laid out on the perimeter were awakened by this fallout. Your eyes got stung by them, this was like hell that you had no control in whatsoever.

"Hey, you back off."

"Come on now." Dale asserted.

It was Rick, Lori and you trying to break them up. Under the heat of the sun, with your red faces and greased clothes were you tossed in a fight near a barn full of walkers.

"Leave. Leave now." You demanded Shane. You pointed him with your finger, forehead wrinkled and brows creased as he clapped his hands in an amusing manner.

"You got a real mouth on you, I'll give you that." He cackled and continued with his chest heaving.

"Now you care? 'Cause last time I checked you were the one who said 'it's a waste of time anyway' " He waved his hands next to his head theatrically and thinned his voice as if to mock you.

"That's not what I said prick." You stepped forward, walking slowly as you widened your eyes. You were trying to catch your breath, unevenly panting as your eyes were out of focus.

It was Daryl's voice that stopped you

" 'S this true?" He had his hands on his hips, gazing upon you through his lashes. It was like he was let down, couldn't even stomach looking you in the eyes, though his eyes had an uneasy beam to them, as if what you were about to say meant more than what both of you could ever dare to imagine.

"No" You shook your head, you clenched your fists without noticing. You felt goosebumps swarming all over your body, somehow making you chill under the radiant sun.

"Fuck no." Your head turned to Carol instinctly, and then the others.

It was a moment of suffering. You, standing toe to toe with everyone. Their hesitant stares, their subtle glances that traveled back and forth with everyone else but you had riled you up yet you knew you were in big trouble and perhaps in the wrong.

You spanked your forehead with both of your palms, inhaling a huge breath in as you shut your eyes and stared all of them back.

"Come on. That motherfucker's lyin' to your faces."

" 'S he?" Daryl inquired, though his tone gave away that he thought he knew the answer. You could never wrap your head around how a redneck like him, could be so tender to a woman he despised. Yet there comes to question, didn't he despise you all? What had happened that he was now a decent person, defending someone who wasn't his blood nor his kin like a sworn confidant behind closed door?

Your eyes darted to the others.

"You believe him?"

Them looking down at their shoes was your answer.

"Stupid bitch."

Daryl mumbled under his breath as he walked away with slumped shoulders and a crossbow he had put aside.

Your face went white, shoulders sagging as you did what you had thought of doing all along.

You kept breathing sharply, turning around and lunging at Shane. He took a step back, eyeing Rick specifically to come and get you as he already had done so.

"Lying son of a bitch." You spat, your hair was everywhere on your face. You could hear your heartbeat in your eardrums.

"Easy. Easy." Rick kept his hand above your cleavage, fingers gripping the sides of your arms.

"I'm fine." You fumed as you moved your hair aside from your face.

"Wha's with all tha' if he 's lyin?" Daryl commented while he was tapping his feet to the ground, resembling a jaded eleven-year old in a family gathering. He pointed at you with his hand as he emphasized on the word "that". You had gone mad infront of all of them. You were bewildered, brows raised with a blank stare in your eyes for a few seconds.

"Look, that's not what I said at all." You began. You pouted your face as soon as everyone started putting your words into your mouth and jabbering.

"Geez, am I the only one who gives a damn 'bout this lil' girl?" Daryl snapped, walking around in circles and spreading out his accusing tone to everyone.

You shook your head in apace, trying to select the proper words to utter. You pressed your lips together, face heating under the wrathing heat wave. You looked around like a child in need of emotional support. Hands on your hips as Rick took a step ahead.

"Everyone go. Now. We'll sort this out tonight."

You got a chance to gaze upon Daryl for the first as his eyes were fixated on Carol. After all, they had formed a relationship out of this. You barely remembered anyone getting along with Daryl or him with others. You walked towards the house with thought filling your head and the misconception you felt needed to be debunked.

Few days passed, everyone still being furious with you. Little Sophia coming out of the barn as a walker didn't aid to your situation whatsoever.

You were sitting on a rock near the fields on Hershel's property. One of your elbows were resting on your knee as your other hand was supporting your chin. You were observing the stubble land laid out infront of you, cicadas jumping from one to another.

The wobbly wind was aggravating with the way it was blowing hot air to your face and body when your eye caught someone walking out of the woods into the stubble field.

Your position changed gradually with you fixing your hunchback as your arms fell loose next to you and you stretched your body a few inches taller to see who it was.

Daryl.

His eyes were checking out his surroundings as his crossbow was swinging on his hand. He wiped his hand on his forehead when his eyes noticed you.

Uneasy features were tugged on your face, not knowing what to do or say.

He passed by you, putting his best work not to acknowledge your existence.

"Daryl." You softly said.

Though your hands were resting on the sharp-edged rock , head slightly tilted and eyes scrutinising your knees that had scrapes all over it, you somehow managed to sense him throwing his head back and fully preparing himself to say a word to you.

"Yeah." He reacted.

It took a while for you to turn and face him entirely. He was looking rather fed up with you. His lips were pale and pressed, his goatee beard all tangled, he must've been scratching it and running his fingers through it, you assumed. It was something you had noticed him doing back in the quarry.

"I'm sorry but all I said was 'we might be better off elsewhere' when I happened to be absent-minded around him. You know-"

He squinted his eyes at you, his chest heaving up with a heartburn as he barked.

"Ain't ma headache no more."

"The girl 's dead."

He pointed one of his stained arrow at you, a vein appearing on the side of his neck. He was blaming every inch of you from head to toe.

You stood infront of him, pupils dilated, hands in a loose punch as no amount of air was enough to fill your lungs.

"And I'm terribly sorry-"

"No yea ain't." He came closer at you, crossbow on one hand and arrow on the other. His neck was stretching forward, sweat beading the below of his hairline.

"Don' give me tha' crap." He used his arrow once again, pointing it at you in a circular motion.

"Yer upset only 'cause he outed yea like tha', infront of the whole lot."

"You hear yourself?" You gasped slightly at his words. You were more confused than angry.

"Whatever dis is, keep it ta yerself."

You heard the fading tone in his voice, he grew less and less attentive with you within 5 minutes.

He adjusted his crossbow and arrows on one hand and started ambling towards the house with his hand scratching the back of his neck.

Sun shone through his golden hair, he was walking aimlessly. It was like you had sucked away the energy left in him for the day.

"Your one stupid motherfucker." You hissed, standing on your tiptoes and extending your torso forward to make sure he heard you.

It was all a misunderstanding, Shane twisting your words back then and now no one giving you the time to explain yourself but only putting words into your mouth. You had lost all hope for the situation for the time being, after all it was still so fresh, everyone was still so vulnerable. No one could even dare trying to foresee anything.

"What'd ya say?" He turned his head towards your direction, his body adjusting to his head gradually.

"No one is listening to me but they're believing that troublesack for a man." You fumed in one breath, you avoided eye contact with him.

He blew raspberries without sticking out his tongue, his cynical body language took over your mentality.

"Yer a real peach with yer tears n' all." A half smile on his lips, completely not interested in what you had to say. He had biases about you all along, this was only the cherry on top.

"Do you really think I didn't care about Sophia the slighest?" You asked with an ajar mouth, eyes fixated on his body as in order not to miss anything you could interpret for your own good.

His neck stretched forward once again, the glazing sun was aiming right at him, perhaps this wasn't the best time.

"I ain't yer buddy, ain't yer nothin' " He growled, his hands were gripping his weapon as he wiped his sweat with his arm.

"I sure ain't the one yea should be makin' amends ta" He hushed, turning around.

"I'm not making amends!" You declared.

Which was true, you weren't. You just hoped for to be understood and not have everyone jump into conclusions about you.

You heard him murmur "Sure sounds like it." As he was making his way through the long stubble to the van.

That night, on a chilly weather were you above the van with Dale as you were assigned to assist him during his watch.

You sat on one of the camp stools, shotgun laying between your thighs vertically. Though Dale was sitting infront of you, your eyes were fixated behind him. The long roads, the long fields.

"Hey, old man. Rick wants yea back at the house."

You flinched at Daryl's voice becoming less and less muffled as he came near the van.

"Ohh what now." You heard Dale complain under his breath as he got up.

"Heads up." Daryl warned as he threw his crossbow on top of the van while he was yet climbing the ladder.

He didn't expect to see you there. His eyes flickered across your face for a moment or so as he looked around subtly, obviously looking for Glenn with whom you were replaced to assist Dale.

"The hell?" He inquired deadly with half-lidded eyes as he straddled on the chair infront of you.

"Just don't even talk if you aren't good with words." You huffed, not even seeing him fit to make eye contact with.

He remained silent as he rubbed his eyes. He hadn't been getting any sleep.

"Ain't no need fer words with yer bullshit." He scoffed, resting his head on his hands, looking around just like you.

"All this time spent together and you haven't figured out what kind of a person I could be. Not even the slighest, huh?" You sighed, not rushing, taking your time with each word.

Your heart was sinking down your torso, it felt like. Your eyes were droppy, fingers at the tip of the shotgun, seeking to be occupied by anything. Anything but him.

His eyes were glued on your eyes as you weren't bothering to meet with his gaze.

You pegged him for a complex man at all times, deep down you always knew he wasn't someone easy to come terms with. You were not gonna be seen by him, not in this, not in anything.

But at that exact moment, when two of you took a minute to enjoy the calmness, quietness around you, letting your minds talk to yourselves instead of words, you dared to hope for a change.

He could change after all, you saw it with your own eyes.

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A/N: well this request had been on my asks since the beginning of this year... so i hope you still enjoy this anon!! also dumb me accidentally replied to a different request🥲🥲 so if that anon got the notification, im sorry, feel free to request whatever you want bae!!!

also i think i never wrote for season 2 daryl before huh? i hope this was satisfying, he was some constant-nagging redneck in season 1-2 but we love him

[betyloca]

Imagine: the group meeting the Dixons' best friend when she is much younger than them.

You were sitting near the group while you were helping to prepare the food, your friends were sitting on the other side of the camp.

Andrea: What a nice knife, where did you get it?

Y/N: Oh, Merle gave it to me on my birthday.

Andrea: What?

Lori: Are you his little sister?

y/n: no

Glenn: Your daughter? I wouldn't be surprised

y/n: ha not your friend

everyone:* in shock*

y/n: *looking* what's happening!

Amy: How old are you?

y/n: I'm 19, why?

t-dog: you are a girl what do you do by hanging out with adults

y/n: that's none of your business* while you're doing your thing*

t-dog: have they ever done something to you?

You turned to look at him with a frown.

y/n: excuse me, did they do something to me?

You began to move violently towards him, showing the knife.

Andrea took you by the arm, wanting to stop you.

t-dog: don't worry, it's not a big deal, just ask.

y/n: it's no big deal, you say you're a fucking idiot.

wanting to free you from andrea

Andrea: calm down

y/n: I don't calm down at all, I'm going to kill him

t-dog: it seems that spending time with them affected you

y/n: son of a bitch

You let go of Andrea and rushed to hit him right in his face.

lori: stop it y/n

Andrea: enough y/n

Daryl watching what happens

Daryl: What the hell is going on there?

Merle: Is that Y/N?

Daryl: Fuck.

Seeing what you're doing, he gets up quickly to stop you. Glenn tried to get you off T-Dog, but he only got hit in the nose.

Daryl: hey hey enough

taking you by the shoulders while merle helps you get off of him

Merle: wow look how you did it well doll

Daryl turned to look at him, rolling his eyes.

Daryl: Now is not the time.

Merle: Whatever.

Daryl: Let's go, darling.

While they were walking to their stores, Merle approached you, grabbing you by the waist.

Merle: Well done, we trained you well.

he said giving you a kiss on the cheek daryl vote to see them smiling

Daryl: leave it alone

Merle: Don't be jealous, Dalena.

I'm sorry if I write wrong, English is not my native language.

[lunajay33]

Worry🪵

Summary: You’ve been with Rick since his fall out with Lori and got really close those 8 months on the road and now there’s the prison but things change when Michonne joins the group

•Masterlist•

Everything between you and Rick have been going great, he treats you like a goddess, you helped him deal with the betrayal of Lori and slowly you fell for one another, you treated him with love and respect and he did the same for you, well that was until this new woman Michonne showed up

You walked into your shared cell with Rick as everyone was heading off to bed

“Hey love” you said as you sat next to him on the bed

“Hey” he usually gave you a little nickname like doll or darlin and it concerned you cause this has been happening every since she came

“Rick we need to talk” you sighed making him look at you finally because of your tone

“About what?” You turned fully facing him and crossing your legs trying to gather your courage

“Do you not love me anymore?” The anxiety building up the longer he didn’t answer

But when you asked his expression changed from hard to worry, it became soft

“What? Of course I still love you” he said rubbing his hand up and down your thigh

“Really? Because ever since Michonne arrived you act like I’m a nuisance, you don’t call me those sweet nicknames, you don’t kiss me as much and you haven’t even touched me……. Rick you ignore me” you finally admitted having held these feeling for weeks

“Oh baby I’m so sorry, it’s nothing to do with Michonne it’s the governor having to figure out how to protect us all it’s been the only thing on my mind and I guess I didn’t think I was treating you like that, that’s the last thing I wanna do is make you feel like I don’t love you, cause I do” he said holding my face between his hands wiping of the tears sliding down your cheeks

“Please don’t ignore me like that again, just talk to me that’s what I’m here for I’m here for you to talk to I wanna be your rock as much as you are mine, I love you Rick” you said leaning your forehead against his having missed his touch

“I love you too….so much”

[littlequeenies]

September 1973 - Lori "Lightning" Mattix backstage at the Whisky A Go-Go in Los Angeles with Sylvain Sylvain of the New York Dolls and an unidentifiend woman (photo 1); and Lisa Robinson, Steve Paul, Danny Fields and Iggy Pop (photo 2).

Photos by Bob Gruen, from his website.

[zombiigrll]

Okay, okay, okay. This came to me in a dream, and I think you'd perfectly write this: Prison era. Carl just lost Lori. Y/n comforts Carl with a doll they've carried the whole time and have been known to never let it go but they give it to Carl. <3 please, I am begging on my hands and knees.

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YOUR DOLL? ⋆｡°✩ carl grimes x reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 1.3K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ hurt to comfort, spoilers for the walking dead 3x4, blood/gore-y mentions, death mentions, cursing, arguing, then some fluff :3 .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ carl became distant after his mother had died, leaving you, his childhood best-friend, in the dust. but he knew he couldn't get rid of you that easily. ꩜ .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ thank you SO MUCH for the request!! this is such a cute idea<3 hope i portrayed it like how you imagined :3 (also i hope you guys like the tiny twdg reference hehe)

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walkers had broke into the prison. you were separated from everyone, carl, lori, rick, everyone. you were terrified. sure, you knew how to fight, but you never liked to fight. you always thought too much about it. how the knives felt jabbing through the skulls of walkers who were once humans, how every time you killed another you felt more and more deranged...

but you knew you needed to do it. you didn't want to die, so you had to. the only thing there to comfort you was your doll, clementine. you had her ever since you were born, and you carried her everywhere with you. you were lucky enough to still have her given the current circumstances of the world. you made sure that alongside your knife, you held her tightly in your hand. you backed yourself up into a cell and slammed it shut so the walkers chasing steadily behind you couldn't get in.

you began hyperventilating, looking at the walkers hands grabbing at you from the other side. your eyes began filling up with tears as you squeezed clementine closer to you, leaning your back up against the back wall. you didn't want to die like this, but you stupidly trapped yourself here. you didn't know if those bars could hold that amount of walkers, but you went in there anyways.

tears began flowing out of your eyes as you loudly sobbed, practically screaming to get someone, anyone's, attention. ...and it worked.

"y/n?! oh, shit-" a familiar voice yelled through the prison block, followed by gunshots.

"...glenn?" you sniffled, your eyes widening as you looked around at the sudden openings through the cell bars from the walkers averting their bodies towards the shots.

you quickly bolted up with your knife again to stab the walkers that were still in arms reach in an attempt to help glenn. eventually, he got the rest.

he ran up to the cell and opened it, noticing your bloodied appearance. "are you okay? are you bit?"

"i'm fine, wh..where's carl?" you stuttered, out of breath.

"..i'm not sure. come on." he placed his hand on your shoulder and began walking you out and into the courtyard.

...

as the two of you stepped into the yard, you both noticed carl and maggie walking out, blood on both of their hands. and a baby in maggies.

tears were rolling down both of their faces, except carl had little to no emotion on his.

"carl..?" you called out, stepping closer to him. and all you got in return was a saddened look. "where.. where's lori?"

this caught ricks attention more as he began putting the pieces together. the blood, the baby.. the tears.

your face quickly softened at the realization. you brought a hand up to your face, unsure what to do besides sob.

lori was like a mother figure for you, always helping you while your parents were out working. she's the reason you were still living in the first place.

everyone was crying. glenn was holding maggie, rick was a wreck, no one knew what to do. then rick left. running back to where maggie and carl walked away to find lori.

carl wiped the tears off of his face, which resulted in blood from his hand spreading onto his cheeks. he started walking back to the cell blocks, which caused you to snap back to reality. you put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to stop him, but he shrugged it off. you stayed standing there, looking at your hand he pushed away then back up at him. you frowned, but you understood. you were like this when you processed you'd never see your mom or dad again.

...

weeks passed. things were fixed.. sort of. carl was still a wreck. he hated talking to anyone. he barely took care of himself. he'd sit in his room, reading, sleeping, or just.. breathing.

he wouldn't talk to you, and as much as you knew it wasn't personal, it still hurt. he should know that out of everyone here, you understood.

but today, you had enough. you weren't going to let him suffer in silence any further.

you walked up to his cell and knocked on the side of the wall to get his attention, which caused him to flinch and look up at you.

"..go away." he murmured.

"carl, i don't want you to go through this by yourself. i want to help." you crossed your arms and leaned against the doorframe, your doll hanging over your pocket.

"i don't need you to help me. i'm not going through anything, i'm fine." he snapped back angrily.

"you're not fine. people who are fine don't sit in their room all day staring blankly at the ceiling." you retort before softening your tone. "..i'm here for you."

this broke him slightly. he sighs and covers his face with his hands before falling back on his bed.

you walk up and sit next to him silently, giving him some time before you speak again. "i know how it feels. well, kind of.. i just want to help you."

"what happened to you that day?" he changes the subject, his hands still covering his face.

"..what?"

"what happened to you when the walkers broke into the prison?" he repeats.

"why are you asking me that?" you raise an eyebrow at him.

"just answer me." his tone turns slightly more demanding. "you were covered in blood."

"oh." you sighed. "a ton of the walkers were chasing me. i killed a couple and their blood splattered on me. i had to run into a cell and lock myself in."

"so you almost got bit?" his voice turned more upset and concerned.

"well, yeah. but i didn't."

he shakes his head and sits back up to look at you. "i should've been there to help you. and even when i saw you covered in blood, i didn't care to ask if you were bit."

"that's okay. i don't mind. you... lost your mom. you weren't thinking straight. i didn't take any offense to it." you reassure him with a smile, which he simply just looks away at.

"i don't understand. why would you want to help me after that?" he asks, his voice slightly cracking.

"because.. i love you?" you chuckle, and he quickly turns his head back to face you again.

"...what?"

"when i realized i was never going to see my parents again, i reacted the same way you did. and you were still there for me. i yelled at you, i pushed you away, you didn't care. you were there for me." you smile, looking down at your hands in your lap. "i love you, carl."

he stares at you, mouth agape, dumbfounded by your words. "like.. how?"

you laughed. "in every way possible." a flush of pink covered both of your faces. as carl processed your words, you took your doll out of your pocket and handed it to him. "here."

"huh?" he grabs clementine and looks at her confused. "...your doll?"

you nod with a bright smile. "mhm. she's gotten me through rough times. maybe.. she can help you, too."

his confused look turns more sweet as he chuckles, holding the doll close. ".. thank you."

"of course." you pull him in for a hug, squeezing him tightly, to which he returns.

"...i love you, too, by the way." he mumbles into your neck.

you chuckle in response, kissing the top of his head. he breaks from the hug and looks at you, his eyes wide.

"did you just kiss me?" his eyebrows raise.

"maybe." you reply in a sing-song tone, a smirk on your lips.

his face turns bright red, to the point where he could pass as a tomato. he averts his eyes before putting his hand up to your cheek, pulling you in for a quick kiss.

as he pulls away, he looks at you softly. his facial expression looked as if nothing else mattered. he was happy, although you couldn't fully tell at first glace. he looked at you like you were a goddess, and he was the luckiest boy in the world. and he finally felt at peace in your soft, comforting arms.

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