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Carl Grimes x Dhampir! reader

Part 2 - Cabin

I finished this much later than I hoped to, but I'm super excited to be releasing the next part of this fic!! And here's my disclaimer, this is all for fun and not to be taken seriously!

Possible warnings: violence, extremely brief and vague mention of sa and murder (when I say brief I literally mean like two sentences), choking, and slightly gory but not overly descriptive killing of a vampire.

Also what if I introduced my fics like it was a TV show

Anyway…

Previously on Carl Grimes x Dhampir! reader:

You rolled over your shoulder, dodging the vampire's powerful lunge, kicking him back once you found your footing.  Carl watched in awe while you got the assailant onto the floor before stabbing him in the chest with a sharply pointed stake.  The vampire disintegrated into endless specks of ashes underneath you.  Carl confronted you about what he had just seen, asking question after question, trying to make sense of things. 

“How long have you known?” He asked, wondering why this all seemed so normal to you. “Ever since I was old enough to understand.”  You said solemnly, slowly returning your gaze directly to his eyes. 

Heading back up the stairs with Carl beside you, he continues to prod you with questions.  “Where’d you learn how to fight like that?”  “I’ve had many teachers and lots of practice,”  when you answered, you left out the part about your enhanced senses and reflexes.  His questions didn’t stop coming as you walked into the main part of the pharmacy.  “What hurts them?  Stakes to the heart obviously, but what else?”  “The usual.  Holy water, silver, sunlight, crucifixes-” “Is that the real reason you wear that necklace?” he cut you off.  “Yeah. You should have one too,” you say as you root through your bag, looking for one of your many spare crucifix necklaces.  

  You had accumulated a small collection over the years, never wanting to be without one due to the number of times the simple act of brandishing a cross in the face of a vampire has saved you from a tight spot.  You came to associate each one with a different meaning.  The one you wore every day reminded you of barbed wire, so naturally, it became a defensive protection amulet.  You pulled a thin, pure silver cross from the bottom of your bag.  The versatility of the necklace struck you as something that represented adaptability, you thought it suited Carl the best out of all the others in your arsenal.  “Here, take this,”  you said, holding the crucifix out in front of him for him to take.  

  “What do I do with it? Do I have to wear it?”  he asks, flicking his eyes from you to the necklace in his hands and finally back to you.  “You don’t have to wear it, but it should be easily accessible in case you need to flash it at a vamp. It typically is easier to just wear it around your neck though,” you explain.  “Showing them a cross will make them go away?”  He looks to you for clarification.  “It won’t make them go away but it will get them to back off of you if they get too close. The silver chain should keep them away from your neck as well.”  Carl nodded, at a loss for anything else to say.  

  “I should get going. You should do the same, it’s going to be dark soon.”  You start to walk out of the pharmacy, leaving Carl scrambling to put the chain around his neck and place the crucifix under his shirt while he follows after you once again.  “Wait! Where are you going? You can’t kill a vampire in front of me and just leave!”  He shouted from behind you.  You kept your pace as you stepped off the sidewalk that stretched along the front of the old shopping center.  You didn’t want to look back at him, you already did your job.  You eliminated the threat, protected the human, and armed him with the knowledge he would need in the future should he come across any more vampires when there are no vampire hunters around.  “I have a job to do. I’m sorry.”  There wasn’t one ounce of dishonesty in your words, this was your responsibility.  You’ve protected hundreds of people in your time as a hunter, whether they knew it was you or not, you saved them. 

  “I don’t want to keep you from your job, but I need your help. My group needs your help. You know what you’re doing out here, we need more people like you with us. More muscle.”  He tried to appeal to you but you kept walking.  “I’m flattered but my hands are tied, I need to be able to go where I’m needed. I can’t do that if I’m stuck guarding base camp.”  You jabbed at him, hoping it would get him to go home.  You didn’t want to be stuck protecting him on top of fighting vampires for the better half of the night.  “Why don’t you just come to see it before you decide to leave? That’s all I’ll ask of you.”  He continued his attempt to persuade you.  Goddamnit.  It was getting dark fast and you were quickly learning that Carl was stubborn as all hell.  At this point, you had no choice. 

  “...alright. Where’s your camp? It’s close, right?”  Begrudgingly giving in, you turn around to see Carl look surprised that he was actually able to convince you.  “Don’t get a big head about it. I have to make sure to get you somewhere safe before it gets dark,”  you say after he flashed you a cocky smile.  “Yeah, about that…it’s pretty far away, we won’t make it there before-”  “What?! What was your plan then?!!”  “It’s fine! There’s a cabin not too far away, we can hunker down in there for the night.”  “Just hurry up and lead the way, Carl.”  You told him as you took your arm blades from your scabbard, ready to slash into anything you encountered on your way to the cabin.  Carl equips his handgun and leads you up a steep hill right behind the shopping center.  

  You and Carl successfully cleared the hill and hustled through the wooded area.  The dark had already set in and you were on high alert, speed-walking behind Carl while you listened to every sound that was happening around you.  The crunching of sticks and leaves with every step the two of you took, animals scurrying away or scratching their way up trees, and the raspy caterwauling of at least a dozen walkers in the distance.  “Is the cabin much farther? We might have a situation coming our way,”  you say as quietly as you can while still making sure Carl can hear you.  “No, it’s right around here,” he sounded out of breath when he spoke.  You followed him for another few minutes before you started to get paranoid.  The walkers sounded like they were getting closer and closer and you didn’t want to be caught in the middle of a herd.  You would be too preoccupied fighting through walkers to listen for any vampires that would take advantage of the moment to drain or even turn Carl and leave you to be eaten.  

  Carl pointed straight ahead of you two, “Right there! Get in quick,”  he says as he jogs up to the door and opens it for you.  He must be hearing the herd too by now.  Ushering you inside, he slides a heavy chest of drawers in front of the door.  You look around the cabin, making sure that it really was just you and Carl in there.  You didn’t necessarily feel threatened by him at all, but you’d be stupid if you didn’t consider the possibility that you were about to walk into a trap.  You kept your blades ready to use until you were absolutely certain there wasn’t anyone about to jump out and grab you.  “So how far away are we from your camp?”  You figured now was just as good a time as any to ask some questions about Carl’s people and their community.  “It’s pretty far, probably a two-hour walk,”  he answered while he peeked out the windows and checked the reinforcements.  

  “Again, I find myself asking you: what the hell was your plan?”  “I knew the cabin was nearby, I wasn’t worried. I stay here sometimes,”  he meets your gaze after he finishes checking the windows and doors.  “Okay wait, you have a place to stay but you walk two hours away to stay in a cabin?”  You look utterly confused, raising one of your knit-together brows while he explained, “I just like to get away sometimes.  Somewhere I can just sit in comfortable silence.”  You understood what he said but probably in a different way than he meant it.  There were times when every sound you heard made you feel excruciating vibrations through your teeth that reverberated into your skull.  If you found a quiet place to recharge, you’d probably walk however long it took to get there too.  

  Too bad this place isn’t comfortable or silent at all right now.  The strangled growls were coming from just outside.  Carl stepped away from the window and approached where you stood in the dark cabin, he raised his hands very slowly so he didn’t threaten you.  You felt him put both of his hands on your shoulders, “crouch down,” he whispers in your ear.  He slightly pushed your shoulders down as he sat on the floor with you.  You sat in front of each other, out of view of the windows.  Carl’s hands were still sitting on your shoulders as he craned his neck to look at the windows, he seemed to realize that after he finally looked back at you again.  “Oh sorry,”  he whispered, quickly removing his hands from you and fiddling with them in his lap, now unsure of what to do with them.  He decides to pull out his gun and turn to face the door, “you can get some sleep if you want, I’ll keep watch,”  he tells you in a hushed voice.  “Yeah no offense but I don’t know you like that yet,”  he smiles and exhales through his nose at your whispered rejection.  “Yeah I thought you’d say something like that, just thought I’d offer,” he says, glancing over at you with a slight smile.

  You sat on the floor with Carl the whole night.  The walkers outside eventually lost interest after not hearing any noise from the cabin, leaving you and Carl alone.  As you were sitting there you started to understand what Carl was talking about, the walkers went farther and farther away and all you could hear were the crickets that chirped all around the cabin.  You stood up to stretch your legs, catching Carl’s attention.  He stayed quiet as he watched you stretch and take a lap around the cabin before you sat back down next to him.  “...how did you find out about vampires?” he asked softly, sitting with his forearms resting on his crisscrossed legs.  “Umm, it kinda runs in my family I guess.  My mom told me about them when I was young so I would know how to protect myself.”  You glazed over the answer again.  He nods at you with a somber look on his face, sensing that your mom was no longer around.  

  “Were your parents vampire hunters too?”  “Not really.  But I say it runs in the family because my mother was my first teacher.  She had a bad experience with a vampire and didn’t want it to happen to me too…and I never knew my dad.”  You weren’t lying, just not giving him all the details.  The details of how a vampire assaulted your mother and then came back to kill her when he found out she gave birth to a dhampir.  “So what’s your community like?”  you broke the tension.  “Well, we grow crops, hunt animals and set traps, we have sturdy shelter…” he trailed off as he tried to explain his camp.  “What about your people?”  you questioned.  He thought for a moment, “Some I knew since the beginning, they’re my family, but some I don’t know as well.  It’s a pretty big group since we have the space for it.”  Carl chuckled as you wondered what this place must look like to accommodate a group as big as he was describing.  

Your thoughts are broken by running footsteps and banging on the cabin door.  Both you and Carl’s heads whip around to look at the door.  The door is kicked in and the chest of drawers that was wedged in front of it is flung across the old hardwood floor of the cabin.  You and Carl shoot up from where you were sitting. You make the crucifix around your neck visible and Carl shakily moves to pull his crucifix out from under his shirt as well.  The vampire cringes and hisses at this action, you move to pull your stake from the holster under your shirt, still presenting your cross to the vampire.  “Why is he able to come in here? Don’t they need permission?”  Carl asked you in a panicked voice, holding his cross out with his hand in the same way you were.  You were rendered unable to answer his question due to the vampire tackling you to the ground before you were able to fully get a grip on your stake.  He snatched the stake away from you and chucked it to the other side of the cabin before he put his hands around your neck, cutting off your breathing almost completely.  “What’s wrong, mutt? Can’t kill me without your little stick?”  He mocked you with a thick British accent while he bared his fangs at you. 

  You kicked him repeatedly, making him loosen his grip.  You kept resisting as you ripped the crucifix from your neck and pressed it against the vampire's face, he screamed in pain and completely released his hold on your throat.  You pushed him off of you and grabbed one of your arm blades off your back as you backed away.  “I don’t need a stake to kill you,”  you taunted the vampire as you discreetly signaled to Carl to grab something, anything, that could give you a little more edge in this fight.  Now thoroughly pissed off, the vampire sprints toward you and extends his arm to punch you.  Before his fist makes contact with your face, you raise your forearms to block his throw.  You raise your dominant leg to kick him in the ribs, he staggers to the side as Carl comes up behind him with a bottle of holy water and a stake in his hand.  Carl unscrewed the lid and watched in shock as the vampire’s skin sizzled and smoked in reaction to the holy water.  The vampire fell to his knees, crying out in pain.  Carl tried to stake him while he was weak but he missed by just a couple of inches.  

  You didn’t want to have to do this in front of Carl, considering how awful it is to see, but for the umpteenth time in the past twelve hours, you find yourself lacking any other choice.  SQWELP.  Your blade made one clean slice through the vampire’s throat, completely beheading him.  In the middle of his twice-dead body collapsing to the floor, he wasted away into a large poof of ash.  Your stake fell to the floor along with all the ashes, clacking against the floorboards.  Taking half a step forward, you picked up your stake and dusted it off.  You put it back in your holster after you shut the door.  

  “I’m sorry, I’m sure that was difficult to see,” you said with a hint of shame as you looked at Carl.  “They do need permission to enter a home, but they can tell that this isn’t your home.  And I’m assuming the original owner isn’t around either, with no one to ask permission from, this is just any old, unoccupied building to them,”  you explained as he stood in front of you with an expression you couldn’t quite place.  “That was rough but I know that you had to do that…sorry I missed by the way…”  he said softly, handing you the now empty bottle of holy water along with the lid.  “Don’t worry about it, you shouldn’t have had to help me at all,”  you dispelled his worries to the best of your ability.  

  “Help me move this back,”  you said, pointing to the large chest of drawers that had been roughly cast aside.  Carl gave you a quick nod and followed you to the heavy wooden piece, grunting lightly as he helped you secure the door with it once more.  “I just don’t understand, I’ve slept here before and I’ve never had anything like that happen,”  You couldn’t stop the guilt you felt. Carl had somehow managed to fly under the radar of the vampires and here you are, attracting them like flies with honey.  “He was probably here for me. I’m kind of a big-ticket item for those guys…y’know I actually probably shouldn’t come to your camp, these things tend to follow me,”  the end of your sentence became a mutter as you reconsidered even setting foot in that camp.  It didn’t make sense for you to go to a place that, according to Carl, doesn’t have a vampire problem.  “Listen, you don't have to stay, but after this…please just come and take a look at the place and tell me if a vampire would be able to just walk right in. Please, I just need to know that it’s a safe place for my family…”  you looked at him, unable to say no.  “Okay.  I’ll get you there, as planned and check things out,”  you promised him, slowly lifting your chin to meet his eyes.  

  “You know, you don’t have to act like you’re babysitting me,”  Carl chuckles and cracks a crooked smile.  “Sorry, force of habit. I’m used to people needing to be babysat,” you said frankly.  “Trust me, I’m not one of those people,”  he told you with a benevolent, but serious tone.  You looked into his eyes, examining them for a moment before nodding your head.  Turning on your heel and walking three steps forward to where you ripped off your necklace in the fight, you picked it up and put it back around your neck and under your shirt.  Carl looked at you, slightly confused as you rummaged through your bag.  You pulled out a spare stake and walked back towards Carl, “I think you can handle this then, Mr. I don’t need to be babysat,”  you playfully jabbed at him, putting the stake into his hands.  

Me again, let me know if you guys notice any mistakes! Like I said last time and will probably say again, I’ve read this so many times that I’m probably blind to errors lol

Anyway, I hope you thought this was fun because I have a great time writing these and I look forward to writing the next one!

[baddiecarl]

That is so Carl Grimes x Dhampir! Reader core of you🖤🧛🏻‍♀️

I was shaving and this happend.....

Im in my vampire era, im sucking all the blood, bitch🤣

Dont worry, it doesnt hurt, AT ALL, like nothing, it doesnt stings. I was myself shocked that i dont feel anything, but i guess thats good, right??

[baddiecarl]

Carl Grimes x Dhampir! reader

Part 1 - Batgirl

Hi guys!  So this is an idea I had bc I was allowed to watch BloodRayne way too young and it became one of the pieces of media I now daydream about.  Also I am fully admitting to lightly tampering with dhampir lore to fit the narrative I’m going for! Don’t take it too seriously, this is just for fun :) 

  Dhampir. A creature who is the result of a “union” between a human and a vampire, often female and male respectively.  As a consequence of this, a dominating amount of dhampirs go on to become vampire hunters.  Well equipped for the job with the ability to see vampires' true faces, heightened senses, strength, regeneration, and no vulnerability to crucifixes, holy water, or sunlight.  Blending in with humans almost entirely, even being able to digest and gain sustenance from human food, the only catch is that they still need blood.  Most choose to get it from vampires on their hunting kills, seeing it as something like an act of vengeance if not anything more than ridding the world of one more vampire. 

  Walking down an eroded street littered with soggy orange, yellow, and brown leaves shed from the trees above, you occasionally look up to see the sun shining through the branches.  Still, too far from Earth to feel much warmth, something you preferred compared to the blistering heat. 

“Just about afternoon”, you noted under your breath.  Now turning your full attention back to the street, following rusted and decaying street signs to an old shopping center and god willing finding something of use to you.  You could do with a new change of clothes considering how rainy it’s been, your light summer clothes were definitely not going to cut it once it starts getting colder.  Continuing to make a mental list of things to keep your eye out for, you round the corner of the street and lay eyes on the strip mall.  You pause for a moment to listen and watch for movement, any sign that you might not be alone, dead or alive.  

  After you surveyed your surroundings and made your way toward the building, you pulled one of your twin arm blades from your scabbard.  You knocked on the window of the old department store, once again listening and watching for anything that might be in there. Seeing no reason not to, you open the door and walk into the store.  You were pleasantly surprised by the fact that this place didn’t look like it had been picked through a ton so maybe you’d be able to find something to wear!  Staying alert, you look through the store with cautious steps while you glance over the racks.  Finally landing on a comfortable and practical pair of pants, you grab them and stuff them into your bag.  Feeling pretty good about the odds of you finding what you need, you go on to keep looking for a shirt and hopefully a good jacket.  Padding over to where all the shirts seem to be gathered you make your selection before searching for a jacket, turning around but almost immediately halted by a clattering coming from the back of the store.  

  “Fuck that,”  you muttered to yourself as you slinked out of the store, grabbing the first jacket you saw on your way out.  Unwilling to exert any unnecessary effort during a simple supply re-up before you had even started, you slipped through the door and shut it quietly behind you.  It was still clear outside, no cars, no walkers that had their eyes on you so you decided to just stick to being quick and fast.  Your next target was a gun shop. Even though your arm blades were extremely effective, you take your weapons very seriously and you’ve noticed that your handguns have been needing some maintenance and a few light repairs.  Knocking on the only remaining window of the old gun shop, you drew the attention of two walkers.  Arms extended, they came towards you through the broken windows, still trying to reach you as they tripped over each other.  “Like a couple of drunk toddlers,” you sighed as you singled out the one about to get up first, piercing your blade into his skull before he could fully stand.  The second walker is now up and walking toward you, in one fluid motion you remove your blade from the first walker and kick in the second one's knee, making him fall to the ground with a crack and a thud.  While he’s down you make quick work of plunging your blade into his temple.  

  Refocusing on what’s going on around you, you hear…footsteps?  Not the shuffling or dragging of walkers, but careful and deliberate steps falling on hard linoleum coming from the very back of the gun shop.  You silently walk into the store knowing you don’t really have a choice, you need to have at least one working gun.  You go to the left first, putting the most distance between you and the back room while you find a repair kit.  The quiet footsteps and faint rummaging noises continue as you pick through the shelves, not finding what you came for you end up walking through the store a little more.  Hoping to avoid whoever is back there, you take a quick walk through the aisles and resolve to leave if you don’t find a repair kit in the next three minutes.  You were just about to call it when you finally found a kit that had been sitting on the floor, swiftly picking it up and plopping it into your bag, you realized that you didn’t hear the rummaging or footsteps anymore.  Instead, you heard the sound of a latch bolt sliding against the strike plate and slightly hastened breathing.  Turning on your heel and glaring at the newly cracked open door, you take your chances and go for the door.  You can tell the person behind the door has figured this out too as you can hear their breathing pick up even more.  

  As you get up to the door you can hear a quickened heartbeat on top of the heavy breathing.  Using the suspense to your advantage, you stand to the side of the door and pull a small rock from your pocket and throw it towards the entrance of the store.  Hearing the heartbeat and breathing come even closer, you flung the door open, causing the person behind it to fall forward.  “Shit” the boy on the floor in front of you groaned as he turned over onto his back to look up at you.  “What the fuck?” he says through a wince.  “Yeah what the fuck is right, why were you watching me?” you ask, no longer feeling very threatened once you get a good look at the boy.  He looks just about your age; wavy brown hair, freckles, and the most piercing blue eyes you’ve ever seen.  “How’d you know I was in here anyway?”  He deflected. “I heard footsteps, breathing, and the door opening.” You answered. “No way your ears are that good.”  

  God dude, you don’t even want to know how possible it is.  There are some upsides to your abilities but you were always left with the knowledge that you were different from everybody else.  You didn’t fit in entirely with humans and you most certainly didn’t fit in with vampires.  In fact, most vampires you came across wanted you dead anyway, they don’t take kindly to dhampirs at all; especially not the ones that become vampire hunters. 

  “Believe me or don’t, it doesn’t really matter. I just want to know why you were watching me.”  You persisted.  After a moment of silence, he stammered out a confession. “...fine, I was watching you. I saw you take out those walkers…it was impressive. I closed the door when you were done, I didn’t know whether or not I had to be threatened by you.”  He chuckled through the tail end of his sentence, clearly hoping to relieve the tension.  “I’m not a threat to you as long as you aren’t a threat to me.”  You tell him as you lean over to pick up the hat that fell off his head when he lost his balance.  You pass him his hat and offer your hand to help him up, letting your face melt into a soft smile as you watch him adjust and settle his hat back onto his head before he grips your hand and allows you to help pull him up.  

  “So what’s your name, cowboy?” you ask the boy, now fully standing in front of you.  “It’s Carl. And it’s a sheriff’s hat, not a cowboy hat,”  He replied with a hint of teasing condescension.  “What’s your name, batgirl?” he continued.  “Batgirl?” you scoffed.  “Yeah, you said your ears were so good that you heard me breathing behind this heavy ass door so… batgirl.”  “Fair enough. Well, my real name is (y/n) if you want to call me something other than batgirl.”  “Alright then (y/n). I’ve gotta ask, what’s with the giant crucifix?”  You glanced down at your necklace, realizing it had come untucked from behind your shirt when you bent down to pick up Carl’s hat.  “Oh, it’s just kind of a good luck charm I guess,” you try to give the simplest explanation possible as you put it back under your shirt.  “Oh I get it,” he said, assuming it belonged to someone you lost.  You just let him think that because it’s easier than giving him the whole truth.  

  “So what were you looking for in here? I can help if you want, I know guns pretty well.”  Why is he so eager to help?  “I’m good, I already got what I came for anyway,” you said as you stepped past him, now put off by the uncharacteristic behavior of someone living in the apocalypse.  Beginning to walk through the aisles and towards the exit, it doesn’t escape you that Carl is following behind you.  “Wait, where are you going?” he asks as you walk out the door and past the two walker corpses you took down before you came in.  You remembered Carl saying he saw you fighting them, it made you uneasy that he had been watching you for longer than you thought and you didn’t even notice.  Granted, your senses had been honed for seeking out vampires, but humans had become an equally large and present danger.  You abruptly turned around, almost making Carl fall over again from suddenly stopping in his tracks.  “Did you see me before I killed the walkers?”  You pressed. “What? No! I came in through the back and heard the walkers and I was about to come out and deal with them and then I saw you,” he defended.  “Were you making noise in the store to our right before you went to the gun shop?”  “No? Is something wrong?”  He’s clueless, but all your alarms were going off.  “Sorry I’m just a little nervous, I’m not really used to being around other people anymore,” you weren’t entirely lying, but not telling the truth either.  You could sense a vampire somewhere, you just couldn’t pinpoint exactly where.  “I can stick with you if you want some company?”  You nod and let him tag along with you into the old pharmacy, knowing the human would be safer if he was with you.

 Searching through the shelves for hygiene products, meds, and anything else you could use, Carl is doing the same.  Suddenly, you hear another clattering noise, this time it’s coming from right beneath your feet.  “Carl?”  You whisper yelled out to him. “Yeah?” “Be very still and very quiet, I just heard something coming from downstairs,” you warned as you tiptoed over to where he was, trying to locate a door that would lead to the sound. “There’s a downstairs to this place?” he commented. “There has to be,” you replied with certainty, walking to the far back of the shop, behind the counter and through the medication storage room. Sure enough, there was a door.  “Stay behind me, okay?” you asked as quietly as you could. “What? No, you should stay behind me! Why are we even going down there anyway?” he protested.  Before he could say anything else you were already opening the door and walking down the stairs, he quickly followed behind you with his gun drawn.  Now unsure what to think of this girl he just met, but still unwilling to let her be alone.  

  The basement is barely lit, with only one window covered in dust at the top of the wall in the right corner, leaving the furthest opposite corner to be cloaked in a dark shadow.  You stop halfway down and signal to Carl to wait on the stairs, he looks at you like he wants to ask something but just nods instead.  You walk down the rest of the stairs and face the shadow, you see it immediately.  The snarling face stands out against the pitch black in the corner under the steps.  “I can see you, y’know,”  you spoke to what Carl perceived as the complete darkness.  You hear an almost lion-like roar before the vampire launches itself at you.  Your reflexes in full swing, you reach for the holster under your shirt and grab your wooden stake. Before the vampire can lay hands on you, you jump to the right and roll over your shoulder, getting promptly back onto your feet.  Carl had no idea what he was seeing, he tried to get a good shot at who/whatever was attacking you, but couldn’t manage it with all the movement.  The vampire sprung forward at you again but was thwarted by your roundhouse kick.  You knocked him backward and while he was still stumbling you uppercut him, putting him flat out onto the floor. You jumped on top of him and held him down so you could drive your stake into his heart, his back arched in pain as he groaned out and finally let out his death rattle.  Now breathing heavily as you stand up and watch his body turn into a cloud of ashes that slowly sprinkled onto the dirty basement floor.  

  “What…the fuck…was that?”  Chest still heaving from the fight, you look over at Carl, who had moved slightly from his previous spot on the stairs.  “Was that what I think it was?” he asked you, absolutely dumbfounded by what he had just seen. “Depends on what you think it was,” you said, wanting him to come to his own conclusion, trying to gauge his reaction. “...I don’t want to sound crazy but I did just watch a dude turn into a pile of dust, right??” “Yes, you did, Carl.” “...seriously? You’re seriously telling me vampires are real?” He said, not wanting to believe any other monster existed.  “Unfortunately.” You hated to burst his bubble, but it really is better that he knows now.  “Have they always been real or…?” He wondered aloud. “Yes. Pretty much since the beginning of time.”  You say as you take a couple of steps towards where he stands on the stairs. “How come I’ve never seen one before?”  “You’re lucky, do you normally stick with a big group?”  “Yeah, why?” He answered, not knowing where you were going with that question.  “They probably know it’s not worth it to fuck with you guys, you got a lot of muscle in your group?”  “Yeah, we do…” he felt both reassured and unsettled by this information, realizing several encounters with people in the night made so much more sense.  He knew about raiders obviously, but some things happened that didn’t seem consistent with the things raiders do at all.  People who held up him and his group and just asked endless questions like they were stalling for time but they were always overpowered by the people that (y/n) referred to as the muscles.  Carl was pulled from his thoughts by (y/n)’s voice. 

  “I think that was the only one down here.  He was probably the one who made the noise I heard in the other store, there’s another door here, these basements must be connected.”  You loosely pointed to the door.  “How do you know it’s the only one?”  “Well if there were more they all would’ve heard the fight and come running to help out their buddy, also they would’ve heard us talking by now and attacked us.”  You said bluntly, but Carl found it oddly comforting the way you walked into the situation with confidence.  “How long have you known?” He asked, wondering why this all seemed so normal to you. “Ever since I was old enough to understand.”  You said solemnly, slowly returning your gaze directly to his eyes. 

Hey it's me again! I hope you guys liked that, it was a lot of fun to write and I look forward to making more installments of this! Also please bear with me, I haven't written anything in years so I hope this isn't a miserable read. If you have any editorial suggestions, please let me know because I've read through this so many times that I'm probably blind to any mistakes!

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Me furiously typing away to post smut on a Monday morning

Hopefully it made y'alls Monday at least a little better! Here's a little update on some other stuff:

I've been dreaming up part 3 for Carl Grimes x Dhampir! Reader and how I want characters to interact with reader and things like that so please be patient with me on that, it is coming!

And don't worry, I see how much people liked Streamer! Carl Grimes x Streamer! Reader and I am planning on making a part 2! When I wrote that I thought I would just leave it as a little open ended oneshot but I didn't anticipate the attention it got, especially bc I think it was only the 2nd or 3rd fic I posted! I'm so glad to see that you guys enjoyed it!

I also said this at the end of the smut I just posted but I am looking for a new job so that's been my focus as of late so please bear with me if I'm slow to post! I'm already a pretty slow writer as it is lol but yeah if it takes me a while to put stories up, that's why!

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I’m working on a streamer! Carl Grimes x streamer! reader fanfic to release while I work on the next part of Carl Grimes x Dhampir! reader, so get ready for some dorky Carl!!