#carl grimes x y/r

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NERVOUS “you’ve got me nervous to speak.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: angst to fluff, use of y/n, cussing

a/n: back from the dead!! sorta based on nervous by the nbhd, and there’s also a little tsitp steven and taylor action that i used for inspiration. lyrics r in bold + italics or in between paras. enjoy lovelies!!

the bond between you and carl was truly inseparable. you two had been through it all together, and never once had either of you thought about ending it all.

that was until now.

god, you don’t know how you found yourself in this situation. he’s just a friend. he’s always been just a friend. that’s what you believed, and that’s what you always told people. 

so how come, all of a sudden, he started becoming more than that? how come, out of the blue, you started getting butterflies at his gaze? it was an unfamiliar feeling, and you didn’t like it. you didn’t like it at all. 

you didn’t wanna do anything to jeopardize your beloved friendship, especially over something so dumb. you weren’t gonna lose everything all because of a stupid crush. so, after ages of decision making, you finally set your mind on a reasonable solution.

should i be quiet?

you were just gonna take some time to yourself. you were gonna stop talking to him for a bit. that’s all you needed, just some space. it couldn’t be that hard to lose feelings. besides, he would understand, right?

he in fact did not understand. “wanna come over? i just finished reading that comic you wanted.” he said, a grin plastered onto his face. “not today.” you quickly shut him down, and you could see the happiness on his face slowly fade away.

“oh, that’s fine. tomorrow?” you felt so bad. you really did wanna hang out with him, but you had to push away these feelings first. “i just need some time to myself for a while.”

your felt your heart pang when you looked at his expression. he gave you a slight smile, attempting to mask his disappointment. but you knew him. you knew him well enough to know he was upset. “yeah, i get it. i’ll see you later y/n.” he said, walking away. all of the energy he had when he approached you was long gone now.

it had been days, weeks even. you hadn’t uttered a word to him. so why wasn’t it working? why did you still long for him? it was so frustrating. 

not to mention, you were a mess. you would often find yourself with your head buried deep within your pillow, sniffling as tears flowed down your cheeks. on top of that, you weren’t getting enough sleep. you just missed carl. 

you figured the best thing you could do for yourself was to just get some fresh air. after all, it was no use trying to fix stuff with carl, you already fucked it all up. 

you took in the breeze, as you fiddled with your fingers. if it was a normal day, you would’ve been happy. you loved the cold, but today it was different. today, it made you feel numb. it made everything worse. 

you tried getting it off your mind. you tried to think about other things, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the look he had on his face the last time you talked to him. his smile was wiped clean off his face, and it was all your fault. 

you started to feel your eyes prick with tears. a single drop slowly traveled down your face, and you quickly wiped it off with your sleeve. 

you just wanted to cry, but you weren’t gonna let yourself do it out in the public. after all, once you started crying, you weren’t gonna stop. so, you turned around and picked up the pace. you were headed back home, where you could be vulnerable. 

your head was faced down, trying to hide your glassy eyes from anyone who could potentially see. “y/n?” you hear someone call out to you. the voice sounded familiar, and you instantly knew who it was without even lifting your head in the slightest. 

it was carl. you had to get away. just pretend you didn’t hear him, you thought to yourself. your footsteps quickened, until you heard his pleading voice once again. 

“just talk to me. please. is it something i said? i’m sorry for whatever i did.” 

“you didn’t do anything. it’s me. it’s all my fucking fault because my stupid self caught feelings for her best friend.” you wanted to say, but you restrained yourself. 

you finally came to a stop, turning around to face him. as soon as you met his gaze, you wanted to cry the hardest you’d ever cried before. 

he slowly stepped closer to you until his taller figure was in close in front of you. “can you please talk to me? you know i won’t get mad. you know i’m listening. so please, just please tell me what’s been bothering you.” he begged, his eyes softening. 

you let out a sigh, still sniffling. “it’s not your fault carl.” you said, your voice barely audible. “then what is it?” he said, keeping his voice at the same, calm volume. 

“i-i like you, and it’s really embarrassing.” you confess. you instantly regret your choice of words when you see a frown start to appear on his face. “i don’t know what i was expecting, but that was really fucking mean.” he says, about to walk away.

“no, carl. it’s embarrassing because of how much i like you.” there it is. that’s what you’ve been holding in. it felt weird hearing the words coming out of your mouth. “how is that embarrassing?” he questioned, the tender look started to come back on his face. 

ask me and ill tell you how i’ve been

“i- it’s like i forgot how to act around you. i’m always scared i’m gonna mess up. you’ve got me nervous to speak.”

that was the last thing you managed to get out before he pulled you into his chest for a tight hug. the dam holding your tears back broke.

the wetness stained his shirt, but he didn’t care. he rubbed your back with his arm, soothing you. you missed his embrace, the feeling you would get when you were in his arms felt heavenly.

after a few more seconds of the hug, carl shifted his hands to your shoulders. he softly pushed you back a little bit to get a look at your face.

he reached for your face to wipe any tears. “m’ sorry for ignoring you.” you said, voice soft and quiet. he shook his head, giving you a gentle smile. 

“you’re okay sweet girl, don’t worry about it.” he said. “i-it’s not okay. i ignored you for so long, i just cut you off like that. without a single warning. it was so inconsiderate and i’m really sor-” 

hush, baby, don’t you say another word

“you never shut up do you?” he said, cutting you off mid sentence before he crashed his lips onto yours. your eyes widened, and your movements froze before you slowly adjusted to the kiss. your eyes fluttered closed before you hesitantly tilted your head to get closer.

this was a new experience for the both of you, but it felt like he had years of practice. the way his hands made their way around your body, it sent shivers down your spine.  

after what seemed like an eternity, you both pulled away. the sounds of your mixed heavy breaths filled the air. carl’s hand reached for your face before he wiped your slightly smudged chapstick. 

he then tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. the gesture made the butterflies in your stomach act up more than they ever had in your life. 

i got goosebumps all over me

“next time, just let me know what’s on your mind, yeah?” he asks. “okay.” you say, looking at him with pure admiration. “that’s my girl.” 

[nicole-timey-wimey-stuff]

could i request some redemption negan x reader angst? where r gets hurt and is carried by him to safety.

Here we go anon I hope this is ok, sorry it took so long to do!!

I’ll Never Let This Go

Negan Smith x Fem Grimes reader

Synopsis- Season 10-11 Negan, during his redemption arc. There’s always been something about you, even when he first met you at Alexandria to collect ‘payment’ he knew he couldn’t ever do something to hurt you. Developing an all too obvious soft spot for you, the thought of you is always plaguing his mind. After his empire falls and his life resides to the four walls of his cell, his soft spot morphs into a friendship that all too quickly on his side turns into deep feelings. Feelings that are in his mind definitely unrequited, how could you ever love a monster? But when you’re hurt everything bubbles up to the surface.

Warnings- Angst, injuries, talk of death, Negan is a warning himself, feelings, confessions, arguments, hurt, comfort, bad language, walkers. Reader has endometriosis and painful periods, comfort. Large age gap reader is 23 at the start of this and 30/ 31 by the end. Negan obviously in early - mid fifties by end of jail era. Maggie and Negan drama, happy ending, Barely proofread sorry! (Not quite story line correct but close ish)

Word count - 6.7k (sorry it’s LONG!)

Based very loosely on the Paramore song.

Maybe if my heart stops beating

It won't hurt this much

And never will I have to answer

Again to anyone

Please don't get me wrong

Because I'll never let this go.

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The first time Negan came to Alexandria he spotted you, a new face he didn’t see at the line up. And you…. Well you were completely unbothered by him. Walking over to you he wore his signature grin “Can I help you?” You asked incredibly sarcastically, “Yeah I was wondering why I haven’t see your pretty face before? You weren’t there that night were you?” He probes, “Nope I was here watching the children, I’m sorry is there something you need or can I go back to what I was doing?” You ask clearly giving zero fucks to who you were talking too.

Everyone stopped and waited for him to lose his cool with you, but in all honesty he was impressed. No one had ever been so unfazed by him before and it was kind of refreshing. “No no you carry on sweetheart, I’ll see you next time” he replies smug smile still on his face as you walk off.

That day started something between you both, a sort of bantering, love to hate relationship. Every time he’d come to Alexandria he’d make sure to come and pester you, “There’s my favourite girl! I didn’t see you in your usual spot sweetheart, you hiding?” He teased, rolling your eyes you turn to him “No I have a job to do here, strange as this may sound to you Negan but, the world doesn’t evolve around you” you sass before walking off, following behind you he carries on “Ouch you wound me baby, I thought at least your life evolved around little old me?” You sigh “No unfortunately not, but hey don’t you have a groupie of wives to big your ego for you?” You snap now getting fed up.

“Yeah but it’s always so much sweeter coming from you darlin’” he grins. “Yay for me” you sass. He cages you against the wall then, your breath hitching as he does. He stares down at you, you hold his stare “I’d watch yourself sweetheart” he growls, “If you were going to kill me Negan, you’d have done it by now, but go on prove me wrong” you offer, pushing yourself closer to him. He steps back “I’ll see you next time” he grumbles before stalking off.

You didn’t let his warning deter you though, when he came back with Carl you were already in the house, watching over Judith. “Carl where the hell have you been!!! I couldn’t find you anywhere…. Oh” your rant trails off when you spot Negan behind him, Negan told you everything that happened, and you glared at your nephew. “I’m sorry Aunt Y/N” he says hanging his head, “Auntie?” Negan asks, “Your Ricks baby sister huh? Now I don’t know why you never thought to tell me that?” He declares, “Well to be fair you never asked!” You reply, he nods at you carefully, “Touché, but no more secrets ok?”, “Fine” you huff.

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After the fall of his empire you were one of the ones helping patch him up. Being a first responder from before the world went to shit had its uses these days. You were kinder towards him that he others, gentler in your administrations. When he couldn’t speak, you’d sit by his bed and read the hobbit to him, you helped him eat and drink, snuck him painkillers. Before he could even notice, he'd developed feelings for you, he had always been drawn to you, but now, now he couldn’t go a day without seeing you or his chest hurt.

Once he was in his cell you were the one who brought him his meals, something Michone tasked you with as you were the only one not afraid of him, in these visits you’d also smuggle him in books and things to draw/write with. This is where you began your daily chats, and started building a real friendship.

He’d now been in his little jail a year, Rick was set on building his little bridge, and you would come down here to talk with Negan when your brother was driving you insane. Walking into the building Negan could hear your footsteps, something over the last year he’d learnt to pick up on. He knew when it was you now, so each time he heard the familiar sound he’d jump up to meet you, “Hey there sweetheart, it’s not meal time so what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” He asks.

“I’m escaping bridge talk before I murder my own kin” you grumble before sitting next to the left hand side bars, propped up against the wall, Negan joins you, sitting in the same spot on the other side of the bars. “Ah I see” he sighs watching your movements carefully, you seem agitated and the way your face scrunches up, you seem like you’re in pain too.

“You alright there sweetheart? You aren’t looking too hot” he asks, he’s worried about you now. “Yeah I’m fine” you grit out, “You really don’t seem it, come on what’s up?” He prods, hoping you’ll open up to him. “It’s a woman thing, don’t worry about it” you grumble. “Ah I see, are your monthly’s always this painful?” He asks. “Yeah, I have a condition that makes them this bad, it’s not life threatening or anything, just painful. It can stop you having children, but in this shit show of a world I doubt that’s a bad thing” you explain.

He frowns at your explanation, he doesn’t like the thought of you in pain, especially not every month. “They always been this bad?” He asks and you can tell he’s genuinely concerned, “No they’ve gotten worse over the years” you admit. “Anything I can do to help?” He offers, and you have to laugh at that, “I don’t think there’s much you can do from in there Negan, besides painkillers are rare these days, and like I said it’s not life threatening so I have to just get on with it.”

“You shouldn’t have to get on with being in pain darlin’, you really have nothing that helps?” He presses, “Heat helps but my hot water bottle burst so….” You trail off. “Heat?” He asks, “Yeah?” You reply confused, “Do you trust me?” He asks, “In theory yeah, but I’m not letting you out” you respond. “No I know that, but you trust that I wouldn’t hurt you yeah?” He asks almost timidly, you swallow a lump in your throat, you’ve always known he wouldn’t hurt you personally, it’s why he never hurt Carl.

“Yeah Negan I’ve always known that” you admit, “Ok turn around and place your back against the bars” he instructs, you were confused as to why he asking you to do it, but you shuffle round and do as he says anyways. His hand carefully snakes around your waist before slipping under your shirt, then resting on your lower stomach. His hand was oddly warm and you felt instant relief from your painful cramps, your head fell back into the bars of his cell, finely allowing yourself to relax. “Better?” He asks, “Yeah, thank you” you sigh, this was the most physical contact he’d had in over a year, and it was you! He allowed himself to bask in the feeling of holding you close, of feeling the warmth of your skin against his.

This soon became a usual thing, he’d tell just from your facial expressions when you visited, and your grumpy mood, he would just reach through the bars and place a warm hand on your lower stomach, you’d then carry on whatever conversation you were having, sometimes he’d just listen to you rant.

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A lot happened in the years following, you lost your brother, and now you were dealing with the whisperers, creepy fucking shits who are once again threatening your family. After a long day of trying to fix up the walls for a possible incoming attack, and talking battle plans with the council you were seriously tense and fed up. Knowing there was only one person who could make you feel better, you waited for everyone to filter back into their homes, and found your way down to Negan’s cell.

The jingle of the door startled him awake, jumping into a seated position he visibly relaxed when he saw it was you. “Hey Doll, it’s bit late for a visit isn’t it?” He offers, “Sorry am I disturbing you? I am aren’t I, I’ll come back tomorrow” you ramble off about to leave again, “Hey no no, please don’t go, you’re never disturbing me sweetheart, what’s going on?” He asks walking over to greet you.

“Been in council meeting all evening, they are deciding how to deal with the whisperers, and I think personally they are being stupid, they’re going to get us all killed” you sigh, resting your head against the bars in defeat. His hand strokes over yours before placing a quick chaste peck to your head, “Hey, it’s going to be ok. I won’t Let anything happen to you and Judith” he says with complete certainty in his voice.

“Uh huh, from in here yeah?” You tease, “Trust me I’d find a way” you look up at him with a small smile, “They did listen to my request though, you will be getting out daily, for work I’m afraid but it has to be better than this?” You explain, “Shit, yeah I’ll take it sweetheart, thanks” he says sincerely, “Your also allowed supervised showers too after, which is better than what you get in here also” you continue, “I sure hope it will be you supervising me shower?” He grins, “Negan! Seriously!” You exclaim, “Sorry, sorry” he offers holding his hands up in surrender, “From what I presume, someone will just be waiting outside the bathroom door for you.” You say, “I can live with that” he agrees, “Just don’t screw this up for yourself Negan, I want to see you get some more freedom, gain some trust.” You plead, “I’ll do my best doll, I promise” he agrees.

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A storm was coming in, the temperature dropping rapidly, you were helping secure the animals in the barn before you all took shelter. “Gabe, has someone collected Negan yet?” You ask, “No not yet, me and you can after we settle the horses yeah?” He offers, “Yeah ok” you reply, worrying about him in that freezing cell, “You care about him don’t you?” Gabriel asks, “Yeah unfortunately he’s managed to snare my friendship somehow” you reply, you know that’s not what he meant but you were not going there. Gabriel nods, “Ok let’s go get him while we can” your relieved at his words, more than ready now to get him to safety.

Sat in the barn everyone is watching the storm brew outside the window, “Jude come away from the window hunni, it’s freezing out there” you say, “Ok auntie y/n, but dog is out there, I hope he’s ok” she mentions sadly, “I’m sure he is sweetie come on” you offer pulling her in for a hug, then moving her over to the other side of the room for a drink and snack.

Gabriel watches Negan watch your every move, from his chained up position on the cot, with that obvious look of love and devotion on his face. “You know it’s never going to happen right?” Gabriel says walking over to Negan, “I don’t know what you mean?” Negan asks confused, “I mean you and her, I can clearly see you’re in love with her, and she may have befriended you now but she will never love you the way you want her too, she was Glens friend, she’s Rick’s sister, it’s never going to happen” Gabriel goads, smug look on his face when he can tell he’s hit a nerve.

He quickly rid his frown before giving Gabriel his signature smirk “Well if we are going there Gabe, your girl’s doc is also your girl’s baby daddy, which kind of begs the question, do you ever wonder what the hell was going on in there when she has her “appointments”?” Negan mocks, doing little quotation sign with his hands. “You could try to be a little less predictable” Gabriel grumbles, Negan smirks before saying “Aww Gabe that hurts, truly”.

You catch the end of what they were saying and started to walk back “Everything ok here?” You ask, looking between the two men, “Yeah sweetheart everything’s fine” Negan grins at you, “You know Negan, we’re all grown ups here, and none of us would ever let this ruin the longstanding friendships and mutual respect we have for each other” Gabriel declares, “Ok everything doesn’t seem ok” you say, still watching both men. “You know what? You’re right, that is a very mature attitude, Father…… not the father” Negan grins, teasing glint in his eye.

“Ok ok that’s enough, Negan please shut up or it will be a very long night!” You sigh, “He started it Princess!” Negan whines, you give him a pointed look, “I’m being serious he did, ok ok I’ll shut up” he huffs, “Thanks” you mumble plopping down next to him on the bed. Gabriel was right though you’d never love him the way he loved you, maybe if his heart stopped beating it wouldn’t hurt this much, he thinks, until then he’d just have to keep pretending that you weren’t everything to him.

After a funny smell turned out to be dangerous, everyone was shuffled out into the storm to find Aaron’s house, but after hearing dog bark Judith ran off in search of him. “Judith!!!!” You and Negan both screamed at the same time, “Shit!” You shouted before chasing after her, “Y/n!! Fuck, wait up!” Negan bellowed as he follows you, grabbing your wrist “We will find her together, stay close!” You nod at him before you go in search of your niece.

The whole thing was an ordeal, Negan fell and severely hurt his leg, you found Judith and dog though. You’d somehow managed to carry her back to Aaron’s while supporting Negan with your other arm. And finally you felt the rush of warmth as you entered the house, “Oh my goodness’ Aaron gasped running to help you and Judith into the house, leaving an ignored, limping Negan at the door, not that he minded Judith and you were his first priority too.

Once Judith was given the once over and declared ok, Siddiq worked on Negan’s leg the best he could until you could get to the infirmary. “Thanks for helping me get my niece safely back” you smile at Negan, “I told you before doll, I won’t let anything happen to you and Judith” he says, you sit down next to him once more, “We got lucky, everyone will be ok” you sigh, knowing how badly that could of went. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, giving you an affectionate squeeze.

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After that day things have gotten better, Michone thanked you and Negan for saving Judith’s life, and she happily gave him some more freedom. He worked outside, he was allowed to join for group meals, and he had better bathroom breaks, where he could shower, trim his beard/ hair etc. Although the threat that the whisperers posed was getting greater and greater.

Negan could tell you were panicking, it was written all over your face, you were constantly looking out to where Jude and RJ were, their safety always on your mind. You were uncharacteristically quiet, always lost in your head, and he didn’t like it at all. So when Carol let him out of his cell that night, on the mission of killing the alpha he didn’t think twice. He wrote you a note, leaving it in his cell for you to find, and he hoped you’d understand, if not understand then maybe one day forgive him. But he had to keep his promise to you, and that was to always keep you and Judith safe, so that was what he was doing.

The next morning you brought Negan’s breakfast to his cell for him, only to be met with an empty room, only a small note left on the side of his bed with your name on it. Opening it up you read the worlds carefully,

Dear y/n

I know you must be upset with me leaving like this without telling you, but I promise it’s for the best. I will kill alpha, end the whisperers and in doing so keep my promise of always protecting you and little Judith.

I have to say this though incase I never make it back, here goes nothing.

I love you, like completely and utterly in love with you, and I know you could never feel the same way about me, I’m a monster I know that. But I had to tell you, so without any expectations I love you, and I will continue to love you until my last breath.

Negan xx

You gasp, tears stinging your eyes, when you heard someone clear their throat behind you. “Rosita what happened? Who let him out!” You demand, tucking the note away in your back pocket it was for your eyes only, “I don’t know y/n I’ve only just heard myself” she admits, “Fuck he’s gone after the whisperers, he’s going to get himself killed.” You say, “Well it’s not our problem anymore, he’s made his decision, come on y/n Jude’s asking for you” she replies pulling you gently along.

Days you sat there watching the gate, praying he’d make some dramatic entrance, only to be filled with bitter disappointment every day. Everyone tiptoed around you not wanting to upset you further, when asked you told them “He’s my best friend” because in all honesty he was, and you were confused on how else you felt right now, you knew feelings ran deeper than that. But admitting you loved him was a big deal to you, so for now you just filled yourself with your own lies, everyone else bought it so why couldn’t you.

It was weeks before you saw him again, alpha attacked hilltop and everything fell into chaos. During the fight you bumped into Negan whilst out determining how many whisperers there were surrounding you, he was stood with alpha making plans on attack, wearing one of the masks. Your heart plummeted, had he joined them? Was he going to let her hurt you all? Did he even mean the words he wrote to you? When his eyes met yours you could see the pure panic in them, he instantly tried to direct Alphas attention elsewhere so you could escape unnoticed, so you did just that, snuck away into the night.

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Once you were back home in Alexandria Negan came back with Daryl with the claim alpha was dead, that he was the one who killed her. Daryl confirmed it was true and the rest of the council decided that they trusted him enough that he could stay with you in your home that night, until they reconvene in the morning to discuss Negan’s future at Alexandria.

You’d only nodded, allowing Negan to follow you back to your home, it hadn’t gone unnoticed to him that you were yet to utter a word. Hell you’d barely looked at him since he’d walked through the gates, every thought ran through his head, maybe you read his letter and felt repulsed, maybe you thought he’d joined alpha? He waited until you’d closed your front door before speaking “Sweetheart can you please just look at me?” He asks, his voice shaking. You look up at him with an expression that looked way to much like fear for his liking, “Doll what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, because you’re worrying me a little here” he offers.

“You were with her, plotting. We had kids in hilltop Negan, I was in there” you whisper, “No sweetheart I promise you I was trying to convince her otherwise! Please you gotta believe me, I’d never want kids hurt, and I most certainly don’t want anything happening to you! You’re everything to me!” He exclaimed. You nod with a sigh, “Are you going to tell me what happened then?” You ask, “Yeah ok” he agrees.

So he spent the next hour explaining everything that happened, how he got them to trust him, all the trials they made him do. How he showed alpha that it was gamma betraying her, that eventually he was trusted enough that he could put his plan into action and kill her. He told you that it was Carol who let him out to get revenge for her son, but that she went back on her end of the deal because he wasn’t fast enough. After everything he’d gone through, that made you sad for him, he should have gotten the recognition he deserved.

“So is that everything?” You ask, “No that’s not everything” he mumbles looking nervous and upset, this caused an unsettling feeling in your stomach, “What else happened? Are they planning an attack here?” You worry, “I don’t know in all honesty, if they do we will all face it together, but that’s not what I needed to tell you” he sighs. You motion for him to continue, “After I told her about gammas betrayal she wanted to thank me, said I deserved something to reward me for it. She told me to strip initially and I honestly thought she was going to kill me, but when I turned around she was naked too, she told me sleeping with her was my reward. But I said no, I promise you I didn’t sleep with her, I said it didn’t work anymore and that I’d appreciate her letting me off the humiliation of not being able to ‘perform’, but thank you for the gesture. Thankfully she didn’t press just said she was sorry to hear that.” He explained looking down at his lap like he’d cheated on you or something, “Negan you’re my best friend, not my boyfriend, you don’t owe me any explanation. You did what you had to survive, and I’m happy you’re back in one piece” you offer, not mentioning you knew about the letter.

“Yeah of course, ok well it’s late we should get some rest” he says, trying to hide how hurt he was over your comment. In all honesty the thought of him being intimate with that creep of a woman, made you feel sick, but you didn’t want to deal with these emotions today, you were exhausted and really just wanted to sleep this last awful week off. “Yeah you can use the spare room, its been empty for some time now” you offer, you didn’t have the heart to tell him it used to belong to Glen and Maggie, he was already down trodden and it would only make him feel worse. You showed him to the room, and gave him a clean towel and toothbrush, “Thanks sweetheart, good night”, “Night Negan” you reply before retreating to your own room.

Negan laid there that night thinking over everything in his head, had he miss judged your affection for him as something other than the friendship you’d spent years building. He thought maybe you had deeper feelings for him too, but feelings or no feelings he’d always be there for you, always by your side, because he’d never be able to let this thing between you go.

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Things didn’t stay calm for long, as the fight ended with the whisperers another started with the Reapers. The only good thing to come from it so far, was being reunited with Maggie. You’d been so happy to see her and Hershel alive and well, but this mission she had you all on into the city was a suicide mission. Not to mention the draining reality that she wasn’t even a little over her hate for Negan, which you understood, of course you did.

But it was making the environment toxic for everyone, they both bickered and argued constantly. Negan had argued that Maggie would do anything to see him dead, and that was her main goal of the mission. “I’m real close to shoving a gag in your mouth” Alden retorted, fed up with Negan arguing about the point of the trip, “Well, why don’t you get up on your little tippy toes and try?” Negan sasses back, cocky grin still plastered on his face.

“Ok ok, enough now! Alden shut up, Negan come with me before you push the lot of them into killing ya.” You sigh. Walking away you put your hand in his shoulder to offer some reassurance, “I won’t let you die Negan” you say, trying to call him a little. “I know sweetheart, but I’ve tried to make some amends with your community and it seems you are the only one who’s noticed” he sighs, “ I know, it takes time. Someday they will see you how I see you” you promised. He gives you a small smile, truth is he’s been thinking recently that maybe he’d be better slinking off into the night, leaving Alexandria and starting a new.

The only thing that holds him back is the thought of never seeing you again, he would struggle to move on away from you. Living with you in domestic bliss has been the best life has been in nearly a decade. Even if the arrangement is pretty platonic, too much so for his liking. Though cooking with you everyday, cleaning your home together and sharing movies cuddled on the couch each evening, that is the most joy he’s ever known. But being the most hated man in the community takes its toll, and began is starting to really feel the strain of it now.

Not only that, he hates how it reflects on you too. You always say you don’t care what people think of you, but he can see it on your face. You do care, you just care about him more, which in turn causes his stone heart to grow three sizes. Yeah leaving you was going to be absolute hell.

“Negan!! Are you listening to me at all?” You groan, “Sorry Darlin’ I was in my head” he admits, you sigh before taking his hand in yours, causing his heart to skip a beat like he was some lovesick teenager. “I will talk to her again after this run, let her know how far you’ve come ok, but until then I will not let anyone hurt you ok? You’re my best friend and my favourite person” you smile. “Yeah ok sweetheart, let’s catch up with the others yeah?” He replies, you nod in agreement.

After escaping the city, all of you were exhausted from your close encounters with the walking dead, and the last thing you needed was this! You’d unfortunately found yourselves in another run in with the Reapers, somewhere in the middle of woods, surrounded by the darkness of the night. Everyone was in a struggle with one of their members, but you and Daryl were taken by surprise, one minute you were fighting for your life, the next everything went black.

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Negan was beside himself, he couldn’t find you anywhere and he was starting to fear the worst. “I can’t find her anywhere!!!” He frets, looking to Maggie hoping she had any answer, anything at all. “I didn’t see where she went, but Daryl’s missing too, my best guess is the reapers took them, as I can’t see any bodies” Maggie thinks out loud. ‘Bodies’ that single word now terrifies him, the thought of loosing you makes him feel sick to his stomach.

“We need to find them now! I have to find her” he yells, eyes wide with terror. “We will, let’s regroup and make our way to their community” she plans. Negan nods not trusting his voice right now, he needs to hold you in his arms again, know that you’re ok and breathing. He can’t loose you, he just can’t, you’re his whole reason for existing now, he can’t live without knowing you are ok.

Approaching the facility they are inhabiting it appears well guarded, high walls, soldiers perched atop with guns. They would need one hell of a distraction if they were going to infiltrate the walls. “I have an idea” Negan says, “But you’re not gonna like it”.

Negan new he’d need this mask again one day, god did it stink now! He was trying to show Maggie how to round up walkers by using the mask and the walk. “Argh this is never going to work!” She growls in frustration, “Well not with that attitude it won’t” Negan teases, Maggie shoots him a glare, and if looks could kill, Negan would be six feet under by now!

“Look I know you hate this, but we both care about Y/N so I suggest we pull it together and god forbid get along for one moment, to save those we care about yeah? Then you can go right back to hating me” Negan suggests, voice laced with frustration, you were loosing time and he wanted you back alive, preferably in one piece.

“Yeah ok” she begrudgingly agrees.

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You on the other hand had woken up tied to a chair next to Daryl, watching him be on the verge of drowning every few minutes was horrific. Watching such a good friend be tormented by the woman he cared about, was heartbreaking.

“What about her?” One of the men said pointing at you, “I don’t really care what you do to her, kill her if you must” Leah shrugs. “Don’t touch her!” Daryl spits, this caused Leah to sneer at you, jealousy coursing through her veins as she realised Daryl cared about you. You knew it was familial but clearly she didn’t, you were like a little sister to Daryl, the one he’d managed to save after failing Beth. He couldn’t fail you too it would destroy him, after loosing Rick he’d stepped into that big brother role without you even needing to ask.

As if reading your mind he said “Touch ma little sister n’ I’ll kill ya” venom laced in his words. “Little sister? You must be y/n? I’ve heard a lot about you.” Leah hums and you can tell on her expression that she’s deciding what to do next. All thoughts in your mind halt when she pulls a sharp blade to your cheek, slicing through the top layer of skin, red trickle of blood sliding down your face. Daryl is fighting his restraints, feeling helpless that he can’t help you, you though you didn’t even flinch, watching her with a glare.

“Put them in a cell, I’ll decide what to do with them later” Leah demands, walking out of the room.

You let out a breath in temporary relief, all you wanted right now is to be back in the arms that make you feel safe. After everything you’ve been through in the last 48 hours, you’re not wasting anymore time if you ever see Negan again, you’ll just let yourself love him.

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It was night time before they managed to round up the walkers, marching them towards the gates of the Reapers home. Some of their group snuck off into the facility, to set the plan in motion of getting the walkers inside the gates. The whole things went by in a blur, and the end result was you and Daryl fighting Leah on top the walls ledge. Leah was ready to blow up the whole of your group, before she could light the explosives, you ran at her full speed! Knocking her over with a thump, this caused the wooden ledge you were both on to give out, sending you both her hurtling to the ground, as the ledge caved in on itself.

All Negan could do is watch in horror as the women he loved tumbled through the timber wreckage. He hastily ran towards you dodging bullets, walkers and incoming Reapers. That’s when Maggie saw it, he loved you, she never thought in her wildest days she would see the day Negan truly loved someone. She couldn’t even be mad, because it was you! One of her best friends, the person who could never be cruel to anyone, you’d do anything for anyone, everyone around you loved you.

She ran to help him, he was now frantically searching through the rubble, pulling wood and debris out of the way in a manic search for his whole world. Moments later he was joined by Maggie and Daryl who both helped him to remove enough crap out the way to pull you free. “Shit! Does she hav a pulse?” Daryl asked, Maggie moved her fingers to your neck searching, when she found it the steady thump thump, she relaxed “Yes” she smiled. “Thank god” Daryl breathed.

Negan cradled you in his arms, checking for any major injuries, your limbs were intact and there was only a small bump and cut to the front of your head. As he lifted your top he could see bruising already forming over your ribs, the timber must have fallen on them probably causing some broken ribs. He just hoped there was nothing internal going on, “Come on baby girl wake up for me, I need you to open those beautiful eyes for me sweetheart, I need to know you’re ok!” Negan pleads, but you’re still silent, limp in his arms. Tears streaming down his face he stands up with you still in his arms, “Ya need ta get her outta here” Daryl yells, while taking down walker after walker.

Negan nods knowing he’s right, and takes you out of the war zone, he just prays you’ll wake up soon.

By the time dawn breaks you’re all a safe distance from the wreckage, the Reapers had been defeated and you were on your way home to Alexandria. You were still passed out in Negan’s arms, unaware of everything that had transpired around you. “Ya want me ta carry her for a bit?” Daryl asks, aware that he’d been carrying you hours now. Negan just shakes his head, “No I’m ok” he says, moving a piece of hair from your face. Maggie watches him with deep curiosity, “You love her don’t you?” She asks, “Yeah, I do.” Negan sighs looking down at you again, tears filling his eyes as he sees yet more bruises forming over your face and body.

Maggie nods, “I never thought I’d see the day Negan Smith could actually love someone” she quips, “Well despite popular belief, I’m not a complete monster, I do know what love is. I do now also know what you must have felt like though, that day at the lineup, seeing y/n fall through that, well I thought I’d just lost everything. That was the worst feeling of my life, and I am sincerely sorry for everything I put you through. I understand now how you must have felt, and I wish I could take everything back I really do.” He admits sadly.

“I relive that night every day Negan, it tortures my very soul, and so I can’t forgive you I’m sorry but I just can’t. You fill my every nightmare, and my son must live every day without his father because of you.” Maggie declares, Negan nods in understanding, “No I get it, I could never forgive me either, but still, you deserved an apology” he says.

It goes silent for a moment while Maggie thinks out her next words, “As much as I can’t forgive you, nor will I ever trust you, I can promise I won’t kill ya or hurt you, on the only reason that I can’t hurt her, she’s been through enough. I care about her too much to do that, she’s been there for me when no one else was, she helped me through my pregnancy and delivered Hershel, if she chooses to be with you I’ll respect it.” She determines, Negan looks at her in complete shock, he never expected that from her, “But!” She starts, ‘Oh here it comes’ he thinks “If you ever hurt her! I will kill you! I will not hesitate, do you understand?” Maggie growls, “Yes ma’am” Negan replies, small smile gracing his lips.

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Waking up you find yourself back in Alexandria, you’re in the infirmary that’s one thing you’re sure of, looking to your side you see Maggie asleep in the chair, then you feel a lump on the bed beside you. Looking to your right you see Negan sat on another chair, his head in his arms on your bed, you break into a small grin, he looked so peaceful beside you, like his worries had all drifted away.

Sitting up slightly you feel a sharp pain in your side hissing at the sudden feeling you rouse them both, “Sweetheart your awake! How long you been awake you should have shaken me” Negan worries, “Just a couple of minutes, you both looked so peaceful I didn't want to wake you” you answered honestly. “Well you should of” Maggie tsks, “How are ya feeling?” She asks, “Like I’ve been hit by a bus, how did I get back here?” “I carried you back, you’ve broken a few ribs, but otherwise it’s just a lot of bumps and bruises, Siddiq said you’ll be up in a few days, you’ve just got to take it easy” he explains.

“I’ll go find Siddiq, and give ya both a miniute” Maggie announces before leaving the room. “You two seem better?” You ask, “I wouldn’t say better, but we’ve come to an understanding” he admits, “That’s good” you agree. “Negan I thought I’d never see you again” you start “Hey it’s ok I’m here” he says “No let me get this out please, I need too” he nods “ok”.

“I never thought I’d see you again, I thought I’d die at that hell hole and I’d never get the chance to tell you that, I got your letter, I did and I was scared to tell you then but I’m not now, I love you too, I have for a long time I just didn’t know how to deal with those feelings and everything was so chaotic I didn’t feel like I had time to admit to them. But now I can, and if you’d still have me I’d love nothing more than to be yours and see where this relationship can go” he answers you by smashing his lips into yours, the kiss was passionate, loving and everything you’d hoped for now for years. “I’m all yours sweetheart, I have been since the moment I met you” he admits, you pull him in for another kiss, this one much slower but still just as passionate, he smiles against your lips thinking how the hell could he have gotten so lucky, he certainly didn’t deserve it, but you did, you deserved everything and he’d spend the rest of his life showing you just that.

[carlsdarling]

Being with Carl Grimes headcanons

Giving my fellow Carl people a sexy alphabet. Hope you enjoy it :) Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

A – Aftercare

Carl is very loving and affectionate. After you both finished, he hugs you tightly and enjoys feeling your heart beating against his own. Cleaning up is not a priority for him, nor for you, so you usually fall asleep sticky and sweaty.

B - Body

Carl loves your belly and the curve of your waist to your hips and thighs. He can't stop looking at that part of your body. He also loves to cum on your belly.

C - Cum

Carl prefers to cum inside you, either in your pussy or in your mouth, but as long as he can cum anywhere on you, he's happy.

D – Dirty Secret

Carl has his secret fantasies about dominating and "punishing" you, especially when he is jealous. But it would never occur to him to hurt you.

He also secretly watched Beth changing her clothes in jail and jerked off.

E - Experience

He was completely inexperienced when the two of you got together, but he was so willing to learn. Now Carl is very experienced and knows exactly what he is doing.

F – Favourite position

You riding him and missionary. Carl wants to be able to kiss you and look at you while he fucks you, and it excites him a lot when you stroke him while he does it, brushing his hair back and moaning in his ear.

G - Gentle

Carl is usually very gentle unless you both feel needy, then it gets rougher and you both enjoy it.

H - Hair

He trims his pubes every now and then so they don't get in the way when you suck him off, but he doesn't really care.

I - Intimacy

Carl loves to lie in bed with you for hours, cuddling, talking and having sex over and over again.

J – Jack off

He hardly ever does it now because you literally can't keep your hands off each other. In the past, before Rick's group came to Alexandria and you met, he did it regularly.

K - Kink

Carl has some kind of a cum kink. He loves to see his jizz running out of you after sex and staining the bedding or the car seat, or spreading on your skin, he also gets excited when he ejaculates so much that it runs out of your mouth after you suck him off.

L - Location

Anywhere reasonably safe. But never outdoors outside Alexandria. Carl thinks that's too dangerous; he can't relax then.

M – Motivation

His sex drive is very high. He is 18, what else do you expect? ;) The smallest sign makes him get hard.

N – No Go

Humiliate you, beat you or fecal games.

O – Oral

He loves giving as much as receiving. When he eats you out, it drives him crazy how you squirm under him, clawing your fingers in his hair and begging to finally have him inside you.

P – Pace

It depends on what mood you are both in. From slow and sensual to fast and hard, Carl is flexible.

Q - Quickies

Often quickies are the only way for you to be intimate, so yes, he likes them. But preferably he has a lot of time and comfort to do it several times in a row.

R - Risk

He is definitiely a risk taker when it comes to someone potentially catching you in the act. You've already done it in various places in Alexandria - in the grass behind the horse stables, in the toolshed (you were sitting on a table with your legs wrapped around Carl's hips), once even in the dark on the wall.

S - Stamina

He can do it very often, you are constantly breaking your own records; currently the record stands at eleven times a day. You are just extremely horny for each other.

T – Time

Several times a day, unless you are on your period.

U – Unfair

Carl always tries to make you cum as often and as long as possible before he cums himself. Jokingly, he sometimes complains that this is unfair.

V - Volume

He is very loud no matter where you do it.

W – Wildcard

At one occasion, the two of you went on a tour and had a wild time in the back seat of the car very close to the Sanctuary, knowing that Negan's people could have shown up at any time.

X – X-Ray

He is a bit over average, but not much, his cock just fits you perfectly.

Y – Yes

Carl says yes to anything you want to do with him.

Z - Zzzzz

He prefers to fall asleep naked and cuddled up with you. If you have had sex at home, it doesn't take long for him to fall asleep.

[fields-of-grimes]

Dirty Thoughts | Carl Grimes

Request: Could you possibly write a fanfic where Carl has a real big crush on the reader and thinks very ‘Adult’ things about her and the clothes she wears only makes it happen more, and the reader likes Carl back. But one day they are hanging out by themselves and he gets a boner but tries to hide it as much as possible but the reader notices and tried to talk about it then it turns into him confessing and the reader says she knew he liked her but not that much. Then it ends in something smutty. [ the reader is experienced, no pet names] IF YOU DONT ITS OKAY!!<3333(that’s very specific and I’m sorry:()

Carl grimes x fem!reader

CW: smut

EVERYONE IS 18+

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Carl looked out his window, biting his lip as Y/N walked past his house in a crop top and shorts. His mind instantly became flooded with images of her lying on his bed, begging him to touch her.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on his bedroom door, he jumped at the noise. He cleared his throat before walking to the door, he opened it and held back a gasp as Y/N was revealed on the other side.

“Hey Carl, whatcha doing?” You asked him. He swallowed quickly before answering, “Nothing much, what um what about you?” He asked trying his best to not sound so awkward.

You giggled slightly biting your lip looking into his eyes, you always had a crush on him ever since Rick saved you from Woodbury and brought you back to he prison, you and Carl instantly clicked and became best friends, somewhere along the line you caught feelings for him, you knew he liked you back but you thought it was only in a friendly type of way, you thought he could never like you back the way you liked him, maybe thats was why you dressed the way you did, to get him to see you the way you saw him.

You were brought back to reality by Carl’s hand waving in front of your face. “Hello? Earth to Y/N anyone home?” He asked laughing.

You blushed slightly and nodded. “Sorry i must’ve zoned out for a second, anyways i wanted to see if you wanted to hangout for a little bit?” You asked him smiling a little.

He nodded and moved out of the way so you could enter his room, he stared at your ass, as you walked to his bed. He shook his head a little attempting to rid his mind of the thoughts of fucking you right then and there, and sat next to you on his bed leaving a very noticeable gap between the two of you.

You leaned over to grab a comic, your shirt riding up showing a lot of under boob, Carl gasped as he felt himself getting hard. He quickly grabbed a pillow and placed it over his boner hoping you didn’t see it. He grabbed a comic and began reading it.

You bit your lip and slid a bit closer to him, leaving a smaller gap between the two of you, your arm accidentally hit the pillow moving it slightly, Carl didn’t notice that it had moved but when you began reading the first page of your comic, you saw his boner out of the corner of your eye. You began blushing and cleared your throat.

“Um Carl?” You asked looking over at him. He hummed slightly letting you know he was listening. “You’re um, you uh, i can see.” You stopped talking trying to find the words, he looked up at you confused. “English please?” He said laughing. You swallowed hard blushing even more before speaking. “You’re um well you’re pitching a tent.” You said motioning your eyes to his boner.

His eye followed your motion and he gasped before covering it and leaning over covering his face with his hands. “Oh my god im so sorry, i uh i read a sex page in my comic.” He said, you just sighed knowing he was lying. You got all of his comics for him since you were older by maybe 3 or 4 years, you kept all the explicit comics to yourself knowing Rick and Michonne would not appreciate you giving him rated R comics, even if he is old enough to know what sex is.

“Bullshit, i get your comics for you, i know what they are before you get them. Talk to me what caused it i wont laugh or make fun of you i promise.” You said rubbing his back comforting him.

He sighed and looked at you. “You caused it, i like you a lot Y/N, fuck i think im in love with you, and every time i see you i just want you touch me, and when you showed up in this wanting to hang out i just started thinking about how much i want to have sex with you, and i sound like a idiot, you must hate me now.” He said putting his face back into his hands.

You looked at him shocked, all this time you thought he only liked you as a friend, you never knew he thought about you that way. You put your comic down and looked at him. “Okay.” You said grabbing the pillow and throwing it off the bed. You bit your lip as you stared at his boner, you felt yourself becoming wet.

“What?” He asked looking at the pillow then back at you. “Y/N what are you doing?” He asked as he watched you move so you were straddling him.

“You said every time you see me you want to fuck me and you want me to touch you, so i can either suck you off and then we can fuck or we can just skip the foreplay and get straight to it.” You said as you rolled your hips on his erection moaning softly.

He bit his lip and placed his hands on your hips helping you move them, groaning softly himself. “Let’s do the first one please.” He said leaning his head back.

You got off of him and helped him take off his pants and boxers. Your eyes widened as ou were nearly smacked in the face by his erection. If anything Carl was definitely not on the small side. You wrapped your hands around his length pumping him softly before taking him into your mouth, bobbing you head up and down at a steady pac. He moaned loudly but quickly covered his mouth silencing his moans incase his dad or anyone else was home. You slowly started to massage his balls, bobbing your head faster as you felt him twitching in your mouth, he soon after came down your throat. You pulled away swallowing his cum.

He reached over you and opened his nightstand pulling out a condom, he sat back down and slid it on, helping you out of your clothes. You gave him a shocked looked. “Why do you have a condom in your drawer?” You asked. He blushed and looked away for a second then looked back at you. “I had a dream about this happening and stole some from Glenn incase this ever really did happen.” He said blushing harder as his eye fell to your breast.

You giggled and kissed him softly before straddling him, with one hand you grabbed his shaft positioning the tip at your entrance before sliding it into you, with the other hand you had it tightly gripped on his shoulder. You winced at the pain, this wasn’t your first time, you had a lot of experiencing unwillingly at Woodbury but Carl was most definitely on the larger side.

“You okay Y/N?” He asked as he was fully inside you noticing the pure look of discomfort on your face. “Yeah I’m okay, its just been awhile since ive done this.” You said as you started to bounce up and down at a steady pace, moaning softly. Carl’s hands were placed on your hips groaning in pleasure as he helped you bounce up and down.

Carl kissed you silencing both of your moans in fear of someone hearing. You moaned into his mouth, speeding your pace up, the feeling of your stomach tightening caused you to break the kiss, “Carl I’m close.” You said whining in pleasure wrapping your arms around him and pulling him closer. He held you tightly and nodded into your chest. “I think i am too.” He said sucking on your nipple, you moaned loudly before cumming all over his length, he shot his load into the condom before laying backwards taking you down with him.

You looked at him smiling, “This does mean we’re dating now right?” You asked him, he laughed before nodding. “Yes it does.” He said as he slid out of you, you laid next to him lying your head on his chest.

“Carl? Y/N?” You heard Rick’s voice coming from the hallway, you both quickly got dressed and sat on the bed just as the door opened. “Hey what’re you two up to?” Rick asked looking at the both of you.

You shrugged and looked up at him. “We’re just reading comics nothing to exciting.” You said before looking back down at your comic. “Alright well Maggie and Glenn are having us over for dinner, just wanted to let you guys know. Don’t have too much fun.” Rick said as he closed the door.

You and Carl looked at each other before bursting out in laughter.

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I’M BACK!!!!!! Sorry for the shitty ending i didnt know how else to wrap it up

[companionjones]

Road Trips (Back and Forth)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Fandom: The Walking Dead (AMC)

Summary: After four long months, Daryl is finally back in your life.

Warnings: Smut with some plot at the end, Cursing

This is an AU story.

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    You woke to the sound of water running. Most people would assume they had an intruder, but you knew it could only be one person. Jumping out of bed, you rushed into your bathroom and shower fully clothed.

    “Daryl--!” you cut yourself off by crashing your lips upon his. It had been four months since you’d last seen him.

    Dixon was lucky enough to practically catch you in his arms before the both of you could go toppling over.

    You had a second to breathe in his scent before Daryl pulled you from him. “I was trying to wash myself of all this dirt and grime before I said ‘hello’ to you,” he stated.

    Shaking your head, you testified, “You should always say hello to me first.” You tugged him downward so you could connect your lips again.

    Daryl let the kiss go on. “God, I missed the taste of ya’.” He moved you so you were pressed against the shower wall. He was squeezing your breasts over your shirt before removing the piece of clothing from the equation entirely, and throwing it over the top of the shower.

    You cried out as Daryl roughly pinched your nipples, but Daryl just swallowed the sound. He roughly pulled down the shorts you’d been wearing, and you stepped out of them as soon as they hit the floor. Daryl threw them in the same direction as your shirt.

    “Oh God, Daryl, please!” you begged breathlessly as you parted from his lips.

    Daryl Dixon was never one to waste time. “You don’t have to ask me twice, baby.”

    You gasped as Daryl picked you up and you circled your legs around him, and you shouted his name as Daryl swiftly entered you.

    “That’s it, babygirl. You always take-me-so-well!” Daryl stated as he started thrusting in and out of you.

    “D-a-r-y-l-!” you sounded out Dixon’s name in harmony with the sound of skin slapping throughout your bathroom. You were holding onto him for dear life.

    “Fuck, that’s it. Fuck, you’re so good for me. That’s my good-little-girl!”

    “Fuck yes! D-daddy, please! Oh, oh God, you feel so good!”

    “Feel good too, princess. Hold on just a little longer. A little longer for Daddy.”

    Your fingers were making marks on his back. “Oh, please, please, please! D-Daryl!” You screamed when you felt his warm semen release inside of you. You felt your eyes almost pop out of your head as your mouth hung open and you came with him.

    As you calmed down, you felt Daryl petting the back of your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. “That’s my girl...Did such a good job...Made me cum so hard I nearly fell over.”

    You giggled at that last one.

    “There’s my girl.” He kissed your cheek. “Think we can finish up in here?”

    You chuckled, “That’s if I can stand, Dixon.”

    He smiled at that.

    Yes, you were able to stand (barely), and in no time at all, you had helped Daryl finish his shower, and the two of you were wrapped up in each other’s arms in your bed.

    “How is everyone?” you wondered.

    Daryl went on to tell you that his motorcycle shop he owned a few states away with his best friend Rick Grimes was profiting well. Rick’s wife Michonne had just opened a self-defence dojo for women, and that was going great. Michonne and Rick’s kids: Carl, Judith and RJ were growing into very good people as well. Daryl’s other married friends, Maggie and Glenn, owned a private practice that, Daryl reported, had “just donated an ass-load” of money to charity; and their child, Hershel, had just developed his first crush.

    You had met all of those people the couple of times Daryl had brought you on a road trip to his home, and you all got along famously. You cared very much what was happening in their lives, as you knew they did your life as well.

    Speaking of your life, you were finishing up your college degree. That was cute because you were just starting college when you and Daryl had met while he had been on one of his many road trips. That was cute because since then, none of Daryl’s road trips didn’t involve you.

    “You know,” you began once Daryl was done relaying his friends’ current adventures, “I’m almost done school...I was thinking...once I’m done...I could come back with you?”

    Daryl nodded. “Another trip? Of course. Just tell me when.”

    You shook your head. “Not another trip like the other ones. I’m talking...more permanent...?”

    “You want to come live with me? He said it like he was still unsure if that was what you meant.

    “I do,” you whispered. “I figured it makes sense ‘cuz all your friends are there--” You were cut off when Daryl pulled you into a loving kiss.

    “I love you so much!” he exclaimed, “Of course you should move in with me! I mean, I keep the place pretty crummy, but that was before I knew you were coming. I’ll hire some lady to clean it...what’re you laughin’ at?” Daryl asked with a smile on his face.

    “You. I’m laughing at you,” you happily admitted before rolling on top of him and continuing the kiss.

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Carl Grimes

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The Road Ahead of Us - TWD Season 2

The Walking Dead Fanfiction

MASTERLIST

They had left Atlanta behind, trying to reach Fort Benning; but during an apocalypse nothing ever goes at it is planned. Sarah and Nicolette will have to face new challenges and dangers. How will they survive?

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CHAPTER 19

SARAH

They were sitting around the table, listening to Rick telling them that once they had found Hershel, another group had shown up. They were dangerous, and soon, there was a shooting. They luckily made it out alive when they found Randall with his leg skewered by a railing.

"And he is part of that group?" Sarah asked, turning to Glenn next to her. He nodded quietly in response. Sarah eyed her friend; he was pale and acting quite strangely. Did something else happen out there? But it seemed like Rick had told them everything. So what could be wrong with her friend? She could only turn to Maggie. The girl was standing not far from the table, and her eyes were observing Glenn as well. So Maggie had also noticed something was off.

"But we couldn't just leave him behind; he would have bled out," Rick explained. "If he lived that long."

"What do we do with him?" asked Andrea from next to Shane.

That was a good question, for sure.

"I repaired his calf muscle as best I can," Hershel said, making his entrance into the living room. "But he'll probably have nerve damage." That didn't sound good at all.

"Is it permanent?" Nicki asked from next to Sarah.

"No," Hershel answered, shaking his head. "But he won't be on his feet for at least a week."

So, this Randall guy couldn't leave for a week, but what then?

"When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, and send him on his way," Rick said to try to reassure them, but Andrea frowned.

"Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?" That was true, too. How could someone survive alone? Sarah wasn't sure that it was the right choice, but she wasn't sure making him stay was the right choice either. She really felt confused.

Suddenly, the sound of the door being opened made Sarah look up and see Daryl entering the room. She saw him nodding shyly towards Carol, and then his eyes met hers from across the room. Sarah felt her lips turn up in a little smile, but he diverted his gaze, laying his back against the wall to listen to what the others were saying.

"Just gonna let him go?" Shane was asking, "He knows where we are."

The way he said that actually worried her. He was implying an attack. Fighting, shooting. Her eyes moved towards Nicolette; was her sister in danger? Were her friends in danger?

"He was blindfolded the whole way here," Rick argued back. "He's not a threat."

That group had shot at them, though, with no apparent reason. Why would they attack someone without being threatened if they weren't dangerous? She felt her hands shaking.

"Not a threat. How many of them were there?" Shane chuckled mockingly. "You killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage, but they just ain't gonna come looking?"

What were they getting into? They were in the middle of an apocalypse for God's sake, now they were going to have a war with another group of survivors?

"They left him for dead," Rick argued back. "No one is looking."

"We should still post a guard," T-Dog suggested, and Sarah felt her eyes going wide as her hands kept shaking. They were not in a fortress; that was a farm. And they were a large group, but what if those men outnumbered them? She must have been shaking visibly because, at some point, Nicki took her hand, squeezing it. Her sister wasn't looking to her, she was observing the people around her, focusing on the words they were saying. She didn't seem scared. She was doing her best to understand what was going on.

"He's out cold right now. Will be for hours," Hershel said, probably trying to make some kind of peace.

But it didn't settle well for Shane. "You know what? I'm gonna go get him some flowers and candy," he mocked again, starting to make his way out of the room. "Look at this, folks. We are back in fantasy land." Sarah turned to Carol, who looked down at her hands resting on her lap. That was uncalled for.

"You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet," Hershel snapped, stopping Shane in his tracks. "Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all... This is my farm. Now I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but that doesn't mean I have to like it. So do us both a favor... Keep your mouth shut." Sarah bit her lip as she observed Shane glaring at the man. The anger was visible in his eyes. Hershel didn't falter, though, holding his ground. They stared at each other for some moments, but at some point, Shane decided to walk back and slowly he left the room.

After that, they all started to get up from the table. Sarah didn't immediately. She was still caught up in what had been said and what that implied. What was happening to the world scared her, not only the dead walking and eating people, but now even real people attacking others. She wasn't ready to face it. She couldn't let Nicolette face it.

Sarah took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart, but she didn't feel better at all. She needed to get her mind off of things; she couldn't keep thinking about the possibility of a war. Maybe Randall wasn't like those people. Maybe he wasn't a threat. Maybe they were overreacting.

"I'll train for a little bit," she heard Nicki say as she stood up. "You okay?"

At her question, Sarah nodded, humming quietly. She could feel her sister's gaze on her, but she didn't look up.

"What are you going to do?" asked Nicki again. "Today?"

Sarah took a breath. "I think... umm..." she said. "I think I'll go fix the car and... maybe help with Beth later."

"Alright," Nicki said, "I'll see you later, then."

"Later," she answered, trying not to sound too worried, even if she wasn't sure she was managing. She stood where she was for some moments before finally deciding to move. She needed to go on normally. That's what she had to do.

And trying to think positively, she was back inside the wooden garage, bent over to try and fix the car. She was quite proud of her work there; the battery seemed to work, even if Sarah wasn't sure how long it would last. She had oiled the pedals and the gear shift. She had smiled when she saw three pedals for the first time; she remembered her father. He loved to drive, and he was really passionate about cars and she remembered how bothered she was when he insisted for her to learn how to drive both with automatic transmission and with the gears, she didn't understand why, blaming his father obsession with driving. She wondered what he would think about her learning how to fix such an old car. She just hoped he would have been proud of her and what she was doing. The whole of it.

"Hey," Glenn's voice made her turn with a surprised expression.

"Hi," she said, pushing some hair that had fallen on her forehead and back.

"Dale told me you'd be here," he said, almost trying to justify himself.

"It's not a secret I'm here," Sarah answered to reassure him, and her words made him nod silently.

"You okay?" she asked, observing him pacing the room with his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah," he said, not quite surely. Sarah hummed as she rubbed her hands with a rag.

"You're overthinking, sir," she said, trying to make him smile. "You need to talk?" She knew that it must have been scary for him, trying to survive all night, afraid of not coming back.

Glenn was biting his lips, deep in thought. She had never seen him like that.

"I froze," he said at some point as Sarah waited patiently for him to go on. "They were shooting at us, and I froze."

She crossed her arms over her chest. "That's understandable." She could just imagine being shot at, and even in fantasy, it was not a nice feeling.

"I wasn't scared for my life," he said, turning to her.

Sarah frowned a little, not understanding. "Okey...?" and he went back to pace around the room like he was trying to find the right words.

"Maggie said she loves me."

"Really?" Sarah's eyes widened in surprise, and a little smile appeared on her face. "Today?" She had seen how Maggie had been worried all day.

But Glenn shook his head. "Yesterday," he said, "Before I left with Rick," but his expression was strange; he should be happy.

"And what's with the face?" she asked with a slightly confused frown. Then Glenn turned towards her with wide eyes.

"I froze, Sarah," he argued back, but that only confused me more.

"I can imagine," Sarah answered, nodding her head. Hearing someone other than your family saying that they loved you was always a shock.

"Not with Maggie!" Glenn said, stepping towards her. "Out there!"

Sarah put her hands on her hips. "I'm confused." Glenn took a breath, moving to sit on an old table on the side of the room. He sat with his forearms on his tights, head hanging down. Sarah observed him for a moment, he was really troubled, so she out down what she had in her hands against the car and then she walked to him, sitting next to him quietly. Glenn needed to talk, she knew, but he was also confused, so she let him gather his thoughts.

"Have you ever loved someone?" Glenn asked at some point.

"I... once I thought I did," Sarah thought back at her ex-boyfriend; his name was Peter Mills. They were in the same year in high school, he was a nice guy, he played basketball. They talked sometimes since her friend Lucy's brother was on the team, too, but they started talking in science class. They had been paired up for a project, and it had been so easy to start dating. They had the same sense of humor; they did so many things together, and all her friends were over the edge for her. Peter had been very important to Sarah, but the day he had told her that he loved her, she didn't find the words to say back; they didn't seem honest, and it had been easy for her. Nor for Peter.

"But when he told me, I didn't say it back," Glenn turned to her as she spoke, a bittersweet smile on her face. "It lingered for some time, and until it was unspoken, I was sure I loved him too, but... when he spoke it out loud," she shook her head. "Don't ask me why, but... I couldn't bring myself to say it, too."

They were talking about college and what they would have decided to do after high school. Peter wanted them to go to the same college, and during that discussion, he dropped the bomb. Of course, after that discussion, they broke up.

Glenn observed her. "Maybe you were scared."

"Or maybe I didn't love him, like I should have,," Sarah said, turning to Glenn. "But I don't think that's what happened to you, right?"

She leaned towards Glenn, who bit his lips before shaking his head.

"No one ever told me before, and I freaked out," he admitted. "But when Maggie told me... I know I feel the same." Sarah smiled. It was unbelievable that the two of them had met with everything that was going on and that they shared such feelings. She wondered what that was like, she saw how Glenn looked at Maggie and how the girl talked about him, she wondered how it was like to feel such a strong feeling for someone that went behind like or care.

"Then why are you sitting with me, and you're not with her?" Sarah asked curiously. "She was really worried about you?"

Glenn took a deep breath. "We can't do this."

Sarah frowned. "Do what?"

"I... When I was out there..." he stopped, getting anxious. "And those people shoot at us... I could only think of Maggie and how she would feel if I died and..."

"You froze," Sarah finished for him, now understanding what he meant when he entered the garage.

Glenn was a good guy; always thinking about everyone else's feelings and needs. He was probably the most selfless person she had ever met and that made him so special. But she didn't agree with him.

"When we talked about Maggie," Sarah said, "I told you not to be stupid about this. Why are you being stupid about this?"

Glenn shook his head. "Listen-"

"No, you listen," Sarah said, turning her body towards him. "This world is shit. This life is shit. We're living on the edge; we are losing people, and that's not right." Her mind went back to Amy and her smiles, at Sophia hugging her mother or playing with Carl. She thought again about who they had lost, and that almost brought tears back to her eyes.

Everything we do will affect the group.

"We can rely only on the group. You don't do anything else than worry about us. You always want to help us," Sarah kept saying, "But that's not right, too."

Glenn silently listened as she went on.

"You have the chance of having something that many people have lost, or probably they will never find. Don't do something you'll regret, Glenn," she said, hoping that he would consider her words. "If you love this girl, you shouldn't let her go."

Glenn observed her with a torn expression. He knew he loved Maggie, but he felt so responsible for the group that he was trying with all his heart to push it aside. That was honorable on his part, but it was also stupid. But Sarah decided not to push any further. She stood up and kissed him on his hair before smiling down at him.

"Take your time," she said. "But think about it."

She saw him nod his head, biting his lips.

"Alright," he muttered.

The next days had been eventful for the group.

They were all worried about Randall, and the possibility of that group coming looking for him had terrorized everyone, so when he finally seemed to be getting better after the surgery made on his leg by Hershel, Rick, and Shane decided to take him far from the farm by car and leave him somewhere. During that day, though, Beth's condition seemed to have gotten worse. Apparently, the girl wanted to commit suicide, and Sarah came to know that when she and Nicki entered the kitchen to see Lori and Andrea quietly staring at the floor, and Maggie and Beth could be heard from upstairs.

"She wants to do what?" Sarah exclaimed, looking instinctively at the ceiling.

"Beth had taken the knife and hidden it under the covers," Lori explained, and Sarah could not help but think about Maggie and what she must have felt, knowing that her little sister wanted to do something so terrible to herself. Nicki was leaning her back against the wall with her arms crossed over her chest, and her expression was hard.

"Where's Hershel?" asked Lori at some point, and Andrea let out a heavy breath.

"He doesn't want to find out yet," she said, but Sarah shook her head.

"That's insane," she exclaimed, still listening to Maggie and Beth argue, "We should go find him."

"It's a family affair," Lori said. "We'll let them work it out."

"That's working it out?" Andrea asked sarcastically, and Sarah could not help but think the same. She was sure that it was better for Maggie to have a backup from her family.

"When Beth stops fighting, that's when it's time to worry," Lori said, walking towards the table.

"There's a reason to start worrying, alright," Nicki muttered, looking towards the stairs.

"This could've been handled better," Andrea said after a moment of silence. Once again, Sarah agreed, and to her, the best thing to do was to go to Hershel.

"How so?" asked Lori curiously, but what Andrea said after made Sarah frown. "You shouldn't have taken the knife away." Lori's eyes widened.

"Excuse me?" but Andrea didn't stop.

"You were wrong like Dale taking my gun. That wasn't your decision."

"Here we go again," Nicki said, shaking her head, earning Andrea's glare, a glare Sarah had already seen the woman give to her sister. But Nicolette didn't seem bothered by that.

"She has to choose to live on her own," Andrea said. "She has to find her own reasons." 

"She's got reason," Nicki said back.

"Still, it's in her hands," Andrea insisted. "If she's serious, she'll figure out a way." 

"Then that means that she is rather a coward, or she is stupid," Nicki said coldly.

"Nicolette," Sarah reproved her. Beth was making a mistake, but she was traumatized and terrorized; she just needed someone to make her think. She needed someone that made her feel safe.

"That's what I think," Nicki said simply, making Andrea scoff.

"Always judging people," she said. "That never changes."

"So, you can say that we should make a test and see if Beth kills herself, and I can't say that to me she is making a stupid decision?" Nicki argued.

"This is beyond the point!" Sarah exclaimed, "Beth needs help."

"And she needs to know that we care," Lori said, backing up Sarah, but Andrea glared at the woman.

"That has nothing to do with it," Andrea said as they all were missing the real point of the matter. "She only has so many choices in front of her, and she believes the best one is suicide."

Sarah could not believe that to Andrea, the fact that a girl of sixteen wanted to commit suicide was totally normal. She didn't know if she felt rather confused or angry.

"That's not an option," Lori said, but Andrea's blue eyes widened.

"Of course it is. She doesn't need to be yelled at or treated like a child."

"A loaded gun, maybe?" Lori answered. "You'll understand if I don't send you in there." Andrea's expression was shocked, and Sarah knew that they would have to start a real fight.

"I came through it," Andrea exclaimed.

"And became such a productive member of the group," Lori said almost sarcastically as the both of them stopped talking, eyeing one another.

"Alright," Sarah said, trying to calm the two of them down. "I think that none of us know Beth, and we should let her family handle this."

"Yeah," Lori said, nodding her head, but Andrea spoke again.

"I contribute. I help keep this place safe." Sarah saw Nicki roll her eyes before Lori answered.

"The men can handle this on their own. They don't need your help."

"But they need a child's help," Andrea said mockingly, looking at Nicki, who just glared.

"Can you stop acting like that to my sister?" Sarah asked, unnerved.

"I cannot believe it," Andrea said. "Everything falls apart; you're in my face over skipping laundry? But you let a child go around with a bow."

"I help with laundry," Nicki argued, but then Sarah turned to her sister.

"Nicolette," she shushed her before turning to Andrea. "You don't get to talk to her like that; Nicolette actually helped; your biggest achievement was shooting at Daryl."

"And what is your achievement?" Andrea glared at Sarah, who shook her head.

"I'm doing my best," she said. "I clean, I cook, I try to help everyone and stay positive. I will not stay here listening to you bitching around at me or my sister or anyone else just because you can fire a gun."

After that, Sarah stormed out of the kitchen. She didn't like to get angry, she didn't like to raise her voice, but all of that situation was really getting out of hand. The apocalypse, what they did at the barn, all the people they had lost. She really didn't need Andrea's rude words. Sarah took a breath before walking towards the old garage to work a little bit more on the car.

"Where'r ya going?" Daryl's voice made her turn. He was walking towards the house from his own little camp, frowning since she was so far from where the others were.

"Oh, hi," she said as he made his way towards her. The weather was getting colder, and they all started to put on warmer clothes. The same was true for Daryl, who was now wearing a long-sleeved jacket and a leather vest.

"It's getting colder for you too, uh?" she said, making him frown a little.

"What?" but Sarah shook her head with a little smile.

"Nice vest." Daryl looked down at himself, and then he looked up, biting his lips, adjusting the crossbow behind his back.

"What's wrong with ya?" he asked, pointing at her face, and Sarah shrugged her shoulders.

"Just a little argument with Andrea, it's alright," she said, starting to walk again towards the garage, but Daryl spoke again.

"Ya shouldn't wander around." At his words, Sarah looked back at him with a little smile.

"I'm not wandering around," she said, gesturing her head towards where she was going. "You want to see?"

The two of them silently walked towards the garage and when they entered, Sarah saw Daryl frown in surprise, looking around quietly.

"What ar' ya doin' in here?" he asked.

"I'm fixing the car," she said, pointing at it, making the man scoff as he walked towards it.

"Are you making fun of me?" she said with half a smile, observing how he was looking through the car window.

"That's garbage," he said, but Sarah shook her head.

"That's my project," she answered, leaning against it. "I want to fix it."

At that, Daryl frowned again, taking another look inside. "You'll be lucky if it reaches 5 miles."

"That's exactly my goal," Sarah said, nodding her head, but that confused him.

"Why?" Sarah shrugged her shoulders again.

"I've always liked fixing things," she explained, looking at the car. "I don't know why, but I do," she laughed to herself, making him frown curiously. "I've always helped my father around the house with those things; I would always try and fix things: sinks, broken cups, or shelves. And I thought... That fixing a car could help."

Daryl observed her silently as he crossed his arms over his chest. "So ya wanna fix cars now?"

"Once I'm able to fix this, I'll be able to fix anything," she exclaimed with a huge smile on her face. "Believe me, I'll be able to fix your motorbike."

"Ya ain't gettin' closer to ma bike," he said with a little smirk that made her laugh, raising her hands.

"As you wish, sir," she said as she tied her brown hair up before opening the dusty hood of the car. Even though they got quiet, Sarah could feel Daryl's eyes on her, and that made her blush a little, even if she couldn't understand why. Daryl always observed everyone.

"Yar doin' it by yar self?" as he spoke, Sarah almost jumped; she wasn't expecting him to talk again.

"Um... mostly," she said before smiling again. "But Dale often helps me."

Daryl scoffed. "Tha' man's RV's always broken."

"But he always makes it start again," Sarah answered before noticing Daryl take his crossbow off his shoulders and get closer.

"Ya, lemme take a look," Daryl said, taking the torch from Sarah's hands and pointing it to the motor, slowly examining her work on the car. Sarah's eyes observed the man and his attentiveness as he moved his free hand through wires and bolts. He seemed used to cars, and Sarah wondered what his life had been like before all of that. The only things she knew about him were that he had Merle as a brother, he came for Georgia, he knew how to hunt, and he got lost in the woods as a child. She wasn't sure how he would react to her asking, though. He never seemed keen on talking about himself or his life.

"How am I going?" she asked, getting closer. At her movement, Daryl looked up from what he was doing.

"It's not tha' bad," he said.

"You're impressed?" she asked, almost hoping that his answer would be positive.

Daryl just scoffed, amused, letting out a little laugh and making her smile. They looked at each other, and Sarah liked to see that soft side of him. She liked to share those moments with him. It felt strange because she knew he could be grumpy, but his presence had become somewhat comforting. 

They were looking at eachother's eyes in silence, and Sarah could feel the blush appear on her cheeks, but she could see that he was getting shy as well. In fact, he bit his lips, diverting his gaze, but then he nudged her playfully, making her giggle, then moved away with a little smile.

"Lemme see what ya did to tha brakes," and Sarah nodded happily as she watched him.

Sarah and Daryl spent three hours inside that garage, looking and fixing the car. She was extremely grateful to the man who would give her tips and advice, and it had been so peaceful that they both had no idea of the time that had passed by so fast. They figured it out when the door opened, making a loud noise almost scaring them, but they both took a breath of relief when they noticed Nicolette enter.

"Knew you were here!" she said heavily; she must have been running there.

"What happened?" Sarah asked, "Is everything alright?"

When Nicki shook her head, it almost caused Sarah to have a heart attack. What the hell happened?

"Beth cut herself." At Nicki's words, Sarah's eyes widened.

"What?!"

"Yeah," Nicki said, "Andrea left her alone; she closed herself in the bathroom and cut her wrist with a broken glass."

"Is she alright?" Sarah asked panickedly, but when Nicolette nodded her head, she felt relieved.

"Maggie is so angry with Andrea," Nicolette kept explaining, and Sarah didn't find it hard to believe. If that had happened to Nicki, she had no idea what she would have done to Andrea. "Beth is alright now, just scared. I don't think she is going to try that again. But that's not why I'm here."

"What happened?" Sarah asked again, afraid that something would happen.

"Rick and Shane are back," Nicki said. "And Randall is with them." 

[skiller0dani]

Only Me | Carl Grimes

Summary: Ron gets a little handsy with you, but in order to prevent Carl from losing faith in his new home you don’t tell him. When Carl finds out, he decides to punish you. 

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Dixon!Reader

Word Count: 4.5k 

Warnings: Language, Fighting, Yelling, Smut, Unprotected Sex, Dirty Talking, Fingering, Kinky Sex, 

A/N: I know Carl is underaged at this point in the series, so if that makes you uncomfortable you can pretend he and the reader are 18. :)  also I made Carl kinky af in this bc there is a serious lack of Carl smut and I just want him to dominate me so badly hnnnngggg 🤤🤤  

Masterlist

Truth be told, Alexandria made you uncomfortable. 

Everyone within the steel walls was totally okay pretending that the rest of the world wasn’t completely fucked. They had jobs, school, picnics in the park, it all felt a little too ‘normal’ for you. You had a nook you liked to hide away in, it was a small abandoned treehouse in one of the backyards. You could see over the wall, watch the walkers roam around and see the city in the distance. You know it’s odd that you feel more comfortable out there rather than in a perfectly safe camp. The people here were nice and welcoming, and they greeted your group as if you were neighbors who just moved into the neighborhood. They acted as though you weren’t from out there, and that you weren’t covered in walker guts when you first strode through the gates. Few knew where to find you when you decided to hide away, and one of those few people was your boyfriend- Carl. 

“Thought I’d find you up here.” You hear a voice say below your treehouse, but when you look out you see Ron. A smile stretches across from your face, Ron is nice. He’s been a good friend to you ever since you got here, he’s been trying to help you adjust from living out there to living here in Alexandria. He’s introduced you to people, shown you around, and brought you to all the cool spots that the adults don’t go around. One of them being your treehouse, he’s one of the only other people who knows you’re probably here if you disappear. “Hey Ronny,” you smile as he climbs up the rope and into the treehouse. He has a comic book in his hands as he sits on the mattress next to you. You open the book you snatched from Carol’s stash and you continue to read but you can feel his eyes on you. Ron is cute, you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t a good looking guy but nobody can compare to Carl. You love Carl, and not just because he was the only one around- but for so many other reasons. 

“I figured Carl would be with you.” Ron says, his voice tight. You don’t know why there is so much tension between them, they were friendly at first. But the closer you got to Ron, the more the tension between them grew. “He’s on a run with Rick and Aaron.” You say, not really paying attention to him as you continue to read. It’s a history book on some battles from the 1940s, it didn’t really strike you as interesting but it was better than sitting and doing nothing. “Oh cool, now I get to actually spend time with you.” Ron says and you look up from your book, your eyebrows pinching together. “What do you mean?” You ask Ron, who hasn’t even opened his comic book yet. Ron leans back against the wall of the treehouse, his legs stretched behind you as he looks up at you. “Well you always seem to hang around Carl.” Ron says, and he attempts to say it playfully but you can feel the tension behind it. You laugh uncomfortably, turning to focus your attention on your book. “He is my boyfriend after all, I love being around him.” You defend weakly, you’ve never been the verbal confrontation kind of person. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Ron rolling his eyes. 

“That doesn’t mean Carl is the only guy in your life, I miss you y'know?” Ron says, his comic book still laying at his side- unopened. You shift uncomfortably, feeling a different kind of tension rising in the air as he slides closer to you. Your heart begins to race in your chest as you cling to your book tightly. “W-Well Carl is the only guy in my life… in um that way…” You respond, your voice quieter than it was before as you nervously stumble over your words. “He doesn’t have to be.” Ron whispers as he reaches up to tuck hair behind your ear, and you can feel his breath fanning over your cheek. You don’t answer as you glue your eyes to the page even though you’re not reading it. “What does Carl have that I don’t? What makes him worthy of getting to hear your pretty moans?” Ron whispers as he leans closer, his lips a few inches from your ear. Ron reaches forward and pulls your book from your trembling hands before resting his hand on your bare thighs. Why did you choose to wear shorts today? “I can hear you two at night, I can hear you moaning for him. Begging for him- but I know you’re only doing that to make him happy. You’re too kind Y/N because I know you want me, I know how your body reacts when I’m around. I’ll bet you’re dripping through those little shorts right now aren’t you?” Ron whispers huskily, his hand sliding up your thigh. 

You feel panic pulsing in your chest as you freeze in fear, the only person you have ever wanted and will ever want is Carl. “That’s not t-true!” You protest with a squeak as his hand finds the spot between your thighs reserved only for Carl. Ron chuckles as he continues to inch closer, his lips trying to find yours but you keep turning your head. “R-Ron please stop-” You gasp as you begin to squirm away from him. You expect Ron hasn’t been near many girls his age and Enid would likely cut his balls off if he tried this- but you’re too afraid to do anything to stop him. He’s bigger than you, stronger than you and walkers you can easily take down with confidence. They’re stupid, and they’re dead but people? You’ve always had a hard time dealing with people. That’s probably why he’s so sure you want him- you haven’t voiced otherwise. “Hey baby you up there?” You hear Carl call from the ground and Ron yanks away from you. Your chest is heaving as you scramble to exit the treehouse. You know you should tell Carl about what happened but you can’t, mostly because you’re afraid Carl will kill Ron. But it’s not just that, Carl is so happy here, he feels like this place could be a home. You don’t want to ruin that for him, you’ll just avoid Ron. When you drop to the ground in front of Carl you immediately press yourself into his chest, and he slowly wraps his arms around you. “You okay?” He asks, his eyes flicking up and noticing Ron sitting in the treehouse. You nod quickly, not turning to look at Ron as you grab Carl’s hand and begin pulling him away from the treehouse. “You sure everything is okay?” Carl asks, his anxiety rising as you frantically yank him away from the treehouse. You weren’t doing anything with Ron… were you? 

“Y-Yeah everything is fine! How was your run?” You ask, trying to change the subject before you break and tell him what happened. You turn to give him a quick kiss as you start towards the house and you keep looking over your shoulder to make sure Ron isn’t following you. Carl’s eyebrows are pinched together, he knows something is wrong but he won’t force you to tell him. “Went fine, got some good stuff. Nothing eventful happened.” He said, his hand locked with yours as you continue to walk at a brisk pace. You finally release a breath once the door is closed behind you and when you open your eyes you see Carl looking at you with a confused expression. “What aren’t you telling me?” He asks, crossing his arms and you begin to panic. You can’t ruin this place for him, people are important to Carl and if he doesn’t trust the people here… then the security and confidence he has in this place will disappear. You want him to believe this place can be home, you don’t want to destroy that for him. “I just… I had a nightmare last night. That you got bit. I’m happy you’re home safe that’s all.” You say, your eyes glued to the ground. You feel his arms around you, pulling you into him and you hold him so tightly. You want to scrub the feeling of Ron’s hands and his dirty words off your skin, you need to feel Carl’s hands on you. 

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. No bites.” He says, smiling into your hair as he presses a kiss to your head. You nod and release a breath before pressing your lips to Carl’s again- taking him by surprise at your eagerness. Your hands grip the collar of his shirt as you deepen the kiss and Carl’s hands land on your hips. You press your chest into his and you feel his breath hitch when you reach down to grab him through his jeans. Carl’s hands press against your shoulders and force you back, “woah just- hold on. You never jump me like this.” He says, concern etched into his face as he looks down at you. Your chest is heaving as you hold him tightly, “I need you. I’ve been so wet all day… please…” You beg, not wanting to tell him the real reason behind your want for his cock. Carl groans when you say that and he reaches down to hoist your legs around his waist. “What if we get caught?” He mumbles between kisses as he heads to the stairs to go up to his bedroom. You begin pressing kisses to his neck as you bite and suck the spot you know makes his knees weak, “then whoever catches us is gonna get one hell of a show.” You smirk as you can feel his growing bulge. Carl carries you into his room and kicks the door shut behind him before he drops you onto the bed. 

“Let's hope it’s not my dad.” Carl smiles as he leans over you, his lips finding yours. His hands find yours and trap your hands above your head as he grinds his cock into your clothes pussy, causing a moan to escape your lips. “No let’s hope it’s not my brother or you’ll get an arrow in the ass.” You laugh and Carl winces at the thought of Daryl catching the two of you. You try to free your wrists but Carl holds them tightly, “be a good girl and keep your hands above your head before I have to tie them to the bed.” Carl warns as he releases you and you can feel a rush of arousal head straight to your core. You love it when Carl gets dominant and rough in bed. You bite your lip as you keep your hands where he left them even though you itch to disobey him, just to see what he’d do. Carl reaches down and slowly unbuttons your shorts before pulling the zipper down at an agonizingly slow pace. “Faster baby, I need you in me like now.” You whine as you wiggle your hips, hoping to hurry him up. Carl’s eyes are dark as he looks up at you, “don’t rush me, good girls wait.” He says as he slowly pulls your shorts down. You groan and throw your head back impatiently. Carl tosses your shorts aside and presses a kiss to each of your hip bones before reaching for your panties. You curl your fists into the sheets, trying not to move or rush him because you know if you do he’ll only go slower. 

Carl’s pupils blow wide open once he sees your glistening folds, “you really are needy for me huh baby? Look how wet you are.” He hums as he runs a finger through your folds and you whine as your hips buck up. With his other hand Carl presses your hips back to the mattress before giving you a look, “stay still.” He orders, his voice stern and you bite your lip and nod. He returns his attention to your pussy as he slowly pushes two fingers inside you and your eyes roll back. He begins a steady pace of slowly and gently thrusting his fingers into you and you feel the heat rising in your body. When he curls his fingers inside you, you keen into his touch as you bite your lip to quiet yourself. “I want to hear those pretty lips moan for me baby.” Carl says, his voice low and husky as he watches you unravel at his touch. You back arches as his pace quickens, “oh fuck Carl- faster baby.” You beg and he obliges, his fingers beginning to thrust inside you quicker. You begin to pant when his thumb comes to roll small circles over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure to shoot through you. “Baby please don’t stop!” You cry out, your hands nearly ripping the sheets as you curl your fists tighter. You feel yourself getting closer and closer  and when Carl harshly thrusts his fingers into you, your coming around his fingers. 

He pulls off you and wipes his fingers on his jeans before he tosses you your clothes. “Baby I need your cock now.” You beg shamelessly as he turns to reach for his hat. Carl smiles as he leans over to press a kiss to your lips, “we can’t fuck in the middle of the day Y/N. We will get caught, I’ll make it up to you tonight. I promise.” He smiles and you groan as you pull your clothes on, he’s right and you know it. Carl laughs at the pout on your face, giving your ass a slap as you walk out of his bedroom. “You coming?” You ask him as he lingers in his bedroom, you see his eyes scanning the room for something. “Yeah, I just need to find my knife. Be down in a bit.” Carl smiles before kissing you quickly. You skip down the stairs and feel arms around your waist, you try to scream for Carl but a hand slaps over your mouth. “Be quiet.” You hear Ron whisper as he pulls you to the kitchen, away from the stairs. You feel the fear creep into your chest as he pushes you against the wall, his hand still over your mouth. “I heard those sounds you made for him, they were forced weren’t they? You want me, I can feel the heat between your legs Y/N. Don’t deny yourself the pleasure, I know my cock is bigger than Carl’s…” He whispers lustfully into your ear, before pressing a chaste kiss to your neck. You struggle slightly against him, your eyes wide as he looks into them. When you hear steps down the stairs, Ron pulls away from you and casually moves to sit on the counter as Carl comes around the corner. 

“Woah, Ron uh hey?” He says, jumping slightly as he wasn’t expecting Ron to be here. You’re still leaning against the wall, your chest heaving as you gape over at Carl. “Just wanted to say hey, heard you went on a run today.” Ron says, looking at Carl and completely ignoring you. Your heart continues to race in your chest as you feel panic just being in the same room as Ron, he’s dangerous. Carl’s eyes glance between you and Ron, “yeah I did…” He trails off as you brush past him and to the front door. You need air, and you need to get away from Ron. Carl looks back at Ron, “everything okay?” He asks, crossing his arms and Ron smiles. This is exactly what he wanted, he wants Carl to doubt you. “Dunno, when she came down the stairs her shorts were unbuttoned. She asked if I wanted to see her new thong.” Ron said with a shrug and Carl felt nauseous. So something is going on between you and Ron. Carl nods numbly as he turns to lean against the couch. You’re cheating on him aren’t you… with Ron. Carl feels anger boil in his chest as he looks up at Ron, “are you fucking my girlfriend?” He snaps and Ron’s eyes widen. He bites back a smile as he looks at Carl in shock, “she’s your girlfriend? She never told me you were together.” He says, not answering Carl’s question. Carl feels his heart drop as he turns and heads back up the stairs, he can’t be around either of you right now. 

When the door opens you turn and your anxiety spikes when you see Ron. He winks at you as he skips down the stairs and you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You know you have to tell Carl, Ron is starting to scare you. You don’t know how far he will go, you don’t feel safe. You enter the house and when you don’t see Carl you head up the stairs, and see his door closed. “Baby?” You say loudly before you open the door, and you see him sitting on his bed, not bothering to look over at you. “Carl there’s something I need to tell you-” You start but he stands and when he looks at you, the anger and pain on his face is unmistakable. “So you are sleeping with Ron.” He snaps, crossing his arms and your eyebrows shoot up. You shake your head as you try to take a step towards him, but Carl steps away from you. “What? Carl no I swear I’m not! I don’t know what Ron said but it’s not true.” You try to explain but he laughs bitterly as he turns away from you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Oh really? Because he didn’t even know you were my girlfriend.” Carl snapped and you felt your heart break, were. “Am I not your girlfriend now?” You ask weakly and Carl doesn’t answer as he continues to face the window. You feel lightheaded as you stand numbly in the doorway, is Carl breaking up with you? “Carl he… he touched me.” You whisper but Carl’s head snaps over to look at you. “Touched you how?” He asked, and you can see the anger building in his eyes. You look down at the floor as your cheeks flush and tears build in your eyes, “b-between my legs and he kissed my neck. I didn’t want him to, whatever he said it was a lie.” You say softly, the tears beginning to trickle down your cheeks. You look up and see Carl’s fists curled and his chest is heaving and there is a dangerously angry look on his face, “he touched you… without your permission?” He asks, his voice tight and you nod slowly. As soon as you nod he’s out the door and heading down the stairs with you not far behind him. 

“Carl, don’t hurt him it’s not worth it.” You beg as he storms down the street, heading right to Ron’s house. The dark look in his eyes tells you that he’s not really listening to anything you’re saying. You have to jog to keep up with him as he storms up the porch and straight into the house without knocking. “Carl please,” You plead again as Carl nearly runs up the stairs and down the hall to Ron’s room. Carl throws open Ron’s door, and Ron jumps up from his bed- a shocked look on his face. “Hey man you good?” He asks but Carl is already swinging his fist into Ron’s left cheek. Ron stumbles back, holding his face as it begins to swell. Carl storms towards him and takes his knife out, pressing it to Ron’s throat. “You ever touch her again and I will kill you, you even look at her the wrong way and this knife is going into the base of your skull.” Carl growls before he shoves Ron backwards. When Carl turns you see a panicked look on Ron’s face, and Carl grabs your hand and pulls you out of the house. Carl pulls you down the street, his pace hasn’t slowed since he left Ron’s house. “You should have told me.” Carl snapped and you can tell he’s angry. “I-I’m sorry!” You stammer but he doesn’t calm at all. Carl yanks you into the house and up the stairs. 

“You kept it from me, made me worry.” Carl snaps as he slams his bedroom door closed behind you. You stay quiet as he releases your wrist, “you made me think you were fucking him.” He says, his voice low. When he turns to look at you, you can’t help the wave of arousal that rushes through you. Carl takes 2 long strides and is standing in front of you, pushing you by your shoulders, “on your knees.” He instructs and you immediately drop to your knees in front of him. Your hands reach up to unbuckle his belt, the trembling making it hard as you pull the belt through the loops of his jeans. Carl doesn’t say a word as you unbutton his jeans, “baby I’m sorry. I should have told you.” You whisper as you look up at him. You know he’s angry but his eyes soften as he reaches down to stroke your cheek, “baby you seem to have forgotten the rules. You never keep anything from me, and you belong to me. I think you need to be reminded who fucks you the way you like it every night.” Carl says, his voice sweet but his eyes dark with lust. Your breath hitches in your throat as your body gets hot with lust, you squirm a bit as you free his cock. It slaps up against his stomach, the head red and leaking as it pulses. You open your mouth, waiting for him. You know what kind of mood he’s in. Carl grips the back of your head as he slowly thrusts his cock into your mouth, a groan falling past his lips. “You’re mine.” Carl grunts as he begins to thrust into your mouth. You let your jaw go slack and you relax your throat, to allow him to go as deep as he wants to. 

“Only I get to touch you.” Carl says, his voice low and you know he’s talking more to himself then you. Your hands rest on your thighs as Carl’s hands gently wind into your hair, his thrusts getting rougher. Tears spring in your eyes due to him constantly hitting your gag reflex, and drool begins to dribble down your chin. “Fuck baby, you take my cock so well.” He groans as his hips begin to stutter and you know he’s close to coming. His hands grip your hair tightly and soon you feel him coming in your mouth. Once you’ve swallowed every last drop Carl pulls you up and yanks your shorts and panties down your legs. “Bend over.” He says harshly and you immediately bend over his bed, your ass up for him. Carl runs a hand over your ass as he runs his tip up and down your folds. After a moment of him not doing anything you turn your head to complain when his hand comes down on your ass, leaving a stinging sensation that has you dripping down your thighs. “You wear these sexy shorts for Ron baby?” Carl asks, his hand coming down on your ass again. You gasp as you smile, you shake your head as your forehead presses into the bed. “No baby, I wear them for you. Only you, I promise.” You whine and his hand comes down on your other cheek, and you moan. “Who makes you feel like this?” Carl asks and you admit, jealousy looks really good on him. 

“You baby, you do!” You cry out as he spanks you again. Your cheeks are bright red and stinging when Carl soothingly rubs a hand over them, and you’re panting. You feel Carl press the head of his cock into your folds and then he stops, “beg for it.” He demands, his hands coming to rest on your hips. “Please fuck me, please I’ll never talk to Ron again I promise. Baby I need your cock, I’ve needed your cock all day please fuck me, only you make me feel this good only you.” You plead and Carl hums in satisfaction as he swiftly enters you in one thrust. You gasp as your fingers curl around the blankets. Carl begins to thrust into you hard and fast, leaving you a panting, moaning mess underneath him. “Who do you belong to?” Carl grunts as he continues his brutal pace and you whine, “y-you baby.” You moan, your body jerking with every sharp thrust. “Yeah baby that’s right, you’re mine. Only I get to fuck this pussy got it?” He snaps and your mouth hangs open when he reaches under to thumb your clit. “Y-yeah baby only you…” You gasp as you feel yourself nearing your end. “Baby please can I come?” You beg, knowing you need his permission before he’ll let you. Carl continues to thrust into you, sweat trickling down the side of his face, “yeah baby come around my cock. I want to feel you,” Carl groans, his voice softer than before. As soon as the words leave his mouth you’re squeezing around him and crying out into the mattress as you gush around him. “Fuck I’m gonna come…” Carl moans and you whine feeling him sliding in and out of you, “come inside me baby.” You beg, you need to feel his come inside you. With a few more sharp thrusts Carl is coming inside you, his hips stuttering before they stop. The both of you are panting and covered in a sheen layer of sweat as he slowly pulls out of you, and you whine feeling so empty. 

You roll over to lay on your back and Carl collapses next to you. “He didn’t touch you under your clothes did he?” Carl asks, his hand finding yours and you shake your head. “No, he more… brushed me on the outside of my shorts.” You tell him and he nods before turning his head to press a kiss to your sweaty forehead. You snuggle into his chest, “you should have told me. I would have done something sooner.” Carl whispered, and you know he feels guilty… like this is his fault somehow. You press a kiss to his collarbone as you look up at him, “I know. I just didn’t want you to feel like we weren’t safe here.” You explain and Carl squeezes you to him tighter. “All I care about is keeping you safe, I love you. If he ever tries anything again, promise you’ll tell me.” He says, looking into your eyes. You lean up and press a long, slow kiss to his lips. “I love you, and I promise. I’ll tell you. But maybe I shouldn’t if it means you’ll fuck me like that in the middle of the day.” You smirk and Carl groans, his hand pinching his nose. “They definitely heard us.” He whines and you laugh. 

“Daryl is gonna kill me.” 

[xpao-bearx]

《Original post here》

Part 2 HERE

SUMMARY: [Supernatural TWD AU] In which Negan is a kinky incubus, Rick Grimes is your secret guardian angel, and Daryl Dixon is a gruff monster/demon hunter. Three drastically different men who can only agree on one thing: making you theirs.

PAIRINGS: Reader x Negan, Reader x Rick Grimes, Reader x Daryl Dixon (Polyamorous Ships)

RATING: Mature/18+/Romance & Smut. Please be prepared and do NOT report.

NOTE: This is actually my first time ever writing an xReader story series as well as writing on Tumblr (I usually only write on Wattpad). As such, it probs won't be perfect though I would SERIOUSLY appreciate your *respectful* feedback and support!

I understand writing xReader content can get a lil tricky, so please just keep in mind that not everything Y/N says or does would be something that you'd do IRL or even approve of. Also, sometimes I may not help but put a teeny bit of myself in Y/N...

Lastly, I recently got back into the TWD fandom after a looong ass time and I'm taking a while re-watching the whole show. So I apologize in advance if my portrayal of any of the characters are rusty or I may not remember too much of the events from the show, but I promise to do my very best and hope y'all enjoy~!! \(^o^)/

DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @blccdyknuckles and @negans-attagirl 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 1

The sounds of laughter and easygoing chatter filled your ears as you walked closer to the church, a light breeze blowing through your F/C floral dress and the sun blinding your eyes. It was Sunday, most residents of the small town of Alexandria having gathered for mass.

It was a day like any other; peaceful and happy, children giggling and chasing each other around as their parents socialized outside before church could start.

Your heels clacking rhythmically on the pavement, you were just about to enter the building before a familiar voice called out.

"Y/N!"

Spinning, a huge smile instantly reached your ears as you saw none other than Carl Grimes waving enthusiastically at you as he jumped out of a car. From the driver's seat, his father soon followed as he stepped out.

Rick Grimes--dedicated sheriff of this fine town. His usual uniform forgone, instead replaced with a casual navy coloured suit. His baby blues met your E/C, flashing you a bright smile of his own that rivalled the sun itself.

Carl was running towards you now, and once in front he gave you a big hug.

"Settle down, cowboy! It's as if you haven't seen me in forever." You chuckled, ruffling Carl's hair affectionately.

"That's 'cause it did feel like forever." Carl pouted, eventually letting go as he looked up at you.

Before you can reply, Rick patted Carl's head and greeted you. "Hey, Y/N. How are things?" He asked in that endearing Southern accent of his.

"Just fine." You nodded, grinning before you couldn't help but let your gaze wander around a bit. "No Judith?"

It was then that Rick's smile faltered, but just barely. You nearly didn't catch it. "No. She's with her mom."

Rick was divorced from his ex-wife, Lori, after he discovered her cheating on him with his also now ex-bestfriend Shane Walsh. After the divorce, Shane and Lori quickly moved to the neighbouring community of Woodbury together and agreed on joint custody of the kids.

It really made your blood boil; you've interacted with Lori only a few times before so you didn't really have much of an opinion on her...that is, until, you learned what had happened between her and Rick. You knew it wasn't any of your business, but you cared about Rick a lot and he sure as hell didn't deserve to get cheated on.

"Oh." Was all you could say, quite stupidly. Your cheeks reddened, mentally slapping yourself before clearing your throat. "Will I see her in the daycare tomorrow, though?" You were a daycare teacher and even though you loved all of the kids, Judith was your favourite. She was simply such a sweetheart.

Rick nodded, his smile softening. "You got it."

You couldn't continue the conversation as the bells rang, making you jump out of your skin. Carl, noticing this, laughed which made you playfully roll your eyes before slinging an arm around him as all of you went inside.

♡♡♡

You took your place near the back of the church with Carl and Rick. Once everyone was settled and done singing, the service began and Father Gabriel stood on top of the podium. A few minutes into his sermon, the interruption of a motorcycle revving loudly outside sliced through the air. Gabriel flinched in surprise, and it was obvious he was desperately trying to keep his cool. Finally, when it was silent again, you found yourself biting back a smile knowing all too well who had caused the ruckus.

It seems Rick knew, too, judging from how his jaw clenched and his hands turned into tight fists.

The doors were thrown open, making Gabriel flinch once more and some of the congregation turning in the pews to look. But poor Gabriel quickly fumbled with his Bible, raising his voice just a tad to regain their attention.

There was a low whistle accompanying the approaching footsteps, but the congregation did their damn hardest to ignore the latest visitor.

"Damn... I assumed the church would be a lot more welcoming than this." A husky voice whispered, and you at last couldn't hold back as a smile broke through.

"Negan." You whispered back, turning slightly in your seat to see he has taken the spot behind you. His leather clad arms lackadaisically resting on your chair, the musky scent of his cologne invading your senses oh so wonderfully. "Fancy seeing you here."

"What? Is it really that surprising, darlin'?" He grinned, presenting a row of perfectly straight white teeth. "I go to church."

"Not all the time." You pointed out.

"Ah..." He chuckled softly, hazel eyes twinkling. "That's 'cause Father Creepy McGee over there is just that. Creepy. As. Shit."

You bit the inside of your cheeks, suppressing your laughter. True, Gabriel did have his moments, but he wasn't that bad. That didn't change the fact that Negan knew exactly how to tickle your funny bone, though.

He was new to Alexandria. It was a lovely town, but since it was relatively small not a lot of people want to move here not unless it was families looking for their children to grow up in a safe environment. Which was why it was quite a shock to find out that a single man like Negan chose this destination, and even more so when he took everyone aback with his infamous pottymouth and rather inappropriate charisma.

He had moved just a couple of houses down from yours, and you made it your mission to befriend him. Right from the get-go, he had piqued your interest and curiousity. He was different from everyone else--even possessing an air of mystery about him--and that definitely intrigued you. And also, perhaps you were just too nice and didn't want him to feel outcasted. Although, that didn't seem like an issue to him at all.

"Want one?" You were brought back to reality when you saw Negan's hand outstretched with a pack of cigarettes.

"Dude, we're in church." You reprimanded, frowning.

Negan didn't say anything, only cocking a brow and still with that same shit-eating grin. You sighed, finally giving in as you swiftly grabbed one and stashed it away in your purse for later.

"Y/N." You turned to the left, Rick's icy gaze piercing you. "Pay attention."

"R-Right. Sorry..." You mumbled sheepishly.

Carl, who was sitting in the middle of you and Rick, had dozed off. Rick nudged him, but the brunette only groaned softly and snuggled into Rick's chest. Defeated, the sheriff sighed and was just about to listen again to Gabriel before Negan cut in.

"Rick!" Negan purposely raised his voice, knowing it would get a rise out of the other man. "Didn't even see ya there. Howdy, cowboy!"

Rick grimaced, and it looked like he was just going to ignore Negan though he knew that if he did that then Negan would just irritate him even further. "Good to see you, Negan." He forced himself to say.

"Only you can say that while giving me such a deadly side eye, Grimes." Negan snickered. "How have you been? How's the wife?"

Rick flushed, his fists in a tight ball again and it looked like his nails would be digging into his skin. You abruptly swung into action, placing a hand on Rick's own.

"Rick..." You said gently. "It's okay. Calm down."

Rick did, his shoulders drooping as if a heavy weight had been lifted. He can barely pay any attention to Gabriel now, then you suddenly stood up and grabbed Negan's arm.

"We need to talk. Now."

"What, we going for a quickie?" Negan smirked, but that soon faded when he saw your serious expression. He sighed dramatically, reaching his full height as he towered over you before following you out.

At this point, you didn't care if people saw what transpired or would even start gossiping. No one, not even Negan, was allowed to harass Rick. He has helped you through so much shit--more than you'd like to admit--and you at least owed him this much.

Once outside, next to where Negan parked his motorcycle, you exploded. "What the fuck is with you?! You leave Rick alone, or I swear to fucking Christ I will--"

"Woah, woah, woah! Hold your horses, missy!" Negan guffawed, his hands up in mock surrender. "I mean, I like 'em feisty, but goddamn! Watch your fucking language."

"Tch. You're one to talk."

"Did you just scoff at me?" He raised his brows, putting his hands in his pockets as he slowly drew closer to you. A devilish grin tugged at the corners of his mouth, tilting his head slightly. "No one's ever fucking scoffed at me and didn't regret it soon after."

You frowned, letting out a huff as you met his gaze challengingly. "As if you'd do anything to me."

He was silent for several moments before chuckling, leaning back against his motorcycle. "You're right. I have too much of a soft spot for ya." He pulled out a cigarette, lighting it then taking a drag. He drew his head upwards, puffing out the smoke. "Whaddya say we just forgive and forget? I truly am sorry. You can even tell Rick that I am metaphorically down on my goddamn knees begging for forgiveness~"

"I'm not forgiving or forgetting anything until you actually face Rick and apologize yourself." You muttered. And without another word, you spun on your heel and strutted back inside the church with your head held high.

Negan's intent stare lingered where your ass had just been, taking another long drag and letting out a small laugh to himself.

His eyes suddenly glowed a crimson red, a smirk playing on his lips.

Oh, he really did pick a GREAT one.

[zoesmp4]

PHOTOGRAPH “we keep this love in a photograph.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: angst, death, use of y/n, 8x9, some fluff

a/n: first angst, i was bawling my eyes out while writing this 😓. based off photograph by ed sheeran, lyrics r in italics. i hope ygs enjoy!!

loving can hurt sometimes. you never really understood how much until now.

FLASHBACK. 

“we should do something.” carl says, fiddling with your promise ring which he got you. he saw it while on a run and thought it was pretty, “pretty items for a pretty girl.” he thought. you were sitting criss cross applesauce in front of him, him doing the same. both of his hands were interlinked with yours, giving light squeezes. “and what’s that?” you ask. “we should take a photo. you know for the future.” “for the future?” “like to show our kids.” you wanted to kiss him until you couldn’t breathe. did he really just say that? did he mean it? this boy would be the death of you. 

“wait okay so- i just do a random pose?” you say, looking at the camera carl held in his hand. “up to you baby.” he never failed to make you feel special. you were so in love, and you knew he was too. “m’ ready!” “sweet.” he angles the camera to fit you both into the frame before you press your lips onto his cheek. his lips curve up into a smile before you hear the click sound from the camera. 

carl held the photo of you both in his hand, examining every part of it. mostly examining you. the way your hair fell perfectly upon your face, the way your lips looked perfect on his skin. god, he just knew he was going to make you his wife one day. you giggled at the light kiss stain you left on his cheek. 

PRESENT TIME.

you held the necklace you got when you were fifteen, heavy tears flowing down your face at a rapid pace.

FLASHBACK.

“carl.. you didn’t.” you say, looking at the beautiful silver heart locket in the small black box carl handed to you. “you like it?” he says, grinning from ear to ear. “i love it. i- you didn’t have to.” you say, your eyes getting mistier by the second. “don’t cry pretty girl.” he says, putting his hand on your cheek. “i love you so much carl.” “i love you more.” 

PRESENT TIME.

holding him closer til’ our eyes meet. did it have to end like this?

FLASHBACK. 

“carl you can’t leave me like this. i wo- i won’t allow it. this isn’t fucking fair.��� you say, hitting carl’s chest softly. you were so angry, and sad, you didn’t know how to feel. “y/n you’ll be fine. i know you will. you’re a strong girl. it’ll b-“ 

“what about- what about the plans we made? who am i supposed to talk to late at night when i have nightmares? w-who am i supposed to cry about stupid things to? carl i can’t do this without you.” you started to choke on your words, the realization hitting deeper and deeper that you would never get to see, to talk to, to hold, to kiss, to love carl grimes ever again. 

carl pulls you into his chest for one last hug. you embraced him tightly, trying to make the best of it while it lasted. he then cupped your face and pressed his forehead onto yours. “my girl, my y/n, i love you.” 

PRESENT TIME.

you kept his last words deep within your soul. your hands quivered as you slowly opened the piece of paper which carl left for you. your heart stopped when you saw his handwriting. all of his words written on the paper. you wished it could’ve lasted longer. you wished you had more time with him. 

“my dearest y/n. i remember when we first met. you looked so scared. you were always quiet, always alone. i felt so bad for you. i would always admire from afar, watching the wind blow through your hair. you were so pretty. i don’t know how i ended up having you as my girlfriend, but it’s the best thing i could’ve ever experienced. 

i know you’re sad. i know you’re angry. i’m frustrated too. i meant it when i said i wanted to show the photos to our kids. i meant it every single time i said i love you. because i am truly in love with you. every part of you. and nothing will ever change that. in another lifetime we will reunite once again. i will always be with you. don’t ever be scared. we keep this love in a photograph. we made all of these memories for ourselves.

so you can keep me, hidden in the pocket of your ripped jeans. you won’t ever be alone. wait for me to come home.” 

you look at the photo which fell to the floor while you were reading the letter. quiet laughs mixed with sobs come out of your mouth when you remember that day. forever you will have this memory. captured in a photograph. 

[eurusholmmes]

It’s Never Goodbye|| c.g.

It’s more like a, “See you later.” 

Requested by Anon 

Prompt:  Hey I was wondering if you could make a Carl Grimes x Reader Imagine where the reader gets bit and even after the reader turns Carl keeps them alive until someone found out and kills them,thanks ❤

Warning: Veers away from the story after 8x06, alludes to that thing that happens in 8x08, ANGST!!!!

I swear you all love angst because this is filled to the brim with it. 

Go Getters

  “So it all goes right, and you do it.. How do you get away?” 

  “It wouldn’t matter.” 

  “It would to me.” You said firmly, hands sliding up his body to rest on his chest, his heartbeat steady beneath your fingers. “I haven’t said it enough since everything happened in Alexandria. With the herd and your gunshot wound.. I’ve just been so focused on saving Carol that I forgot about you. And I’m sorry, Carl. I’m-” 

Carl pressed a finger to your lips to silence your rambling. “You spend so much time trying to save other people that you never let anyone save you.” You exhaled slowly as he rested his forehead against your own, his fingers spreading out over her hips to pull your body closer to his. “And now it’s my turn.” 

  “Carl, just come with me to see Maggie-” 

Your heartbeat skyrocketed as Carl pressed his lips against your forehead, lingering before tilting his head sideways and capturing your lips in his own. You had absolutely no idea if it was supposed to be a goodbye kiss or a thank you kiss, but the moment he pulled away and looked at you, you had an inkling that you’d cross paths again soon. “Hey.” 

  “Yeah?” 

  “I’m not going to become another person on the list of those you’ve lost, y/n. Don’t lose the little faith in me that you do have.” The determination in his gaze was clear as you turned around to face him, your y/e/c irises awed at Carl Grimes strength as he nodded at you. “I’ll see you soon.” 

  “How do I know that?” 

  “Look at the ring in your hand.’’

That was how Carl decided to propose to you, his girlfriend of a year and a half, without actually asking you himself. You were paranoid that with the fighting taking place between Alexandria and the Saviors that the ring would somehow disappear, so you clipped it to the chain around your neck and tucked it beneath your shirt. 

Of course you hid it from everyone, because you and Carl were too young to fall in love, much less be engaged. But no matter where you went or who you lost, you never felt true terror when your body registered the caress of cold metal against your skin. 

You kept asking yourself the same question over and over again as you staggered through the woods outside Alexandria with Carl on one side and Siddiq on the other. “What do we do? Do you think we can take them on?” You whispered urgently as you nudged him in the hip. “There is three of us. Maybe we can..” 

What if I’d been more stern? 

Carl frowned as he and Siddiq simultaneously pulled their knives from their sheaths. The eldest Grimes managed a grim smile as he ushered to the half dozen walkers feasting on the deer less then a hundred feet in front of you. 

  “Hey. Free your mom.” 

What if I had stayed home like I was supposed to? 

The faster that your dagger plunged in and out of the brains of multiple walkers, the more alert you became to the presence of what had to be fifteen more coming at the three of you from both sides. 

  “Just-Go!” Siddiq exclaimed, grunting as his fingers wrapped around the broad shoulders of the walker snapping at his flesh. You straightened your shoulders and gripped the hilt of your dagger with white knuckles. “You don’t have to do this!” 

What if I had been strong enough to survive the inevitable? 

You lunged in front of Carl and slammed him into the nearest tree, knocking the wind from your lungs as you fell directly onto the forest floor. Before you could blink away the stars dancing across your vision, an indescribable pain ripped through your body when the first walker latched onto you and tore the skin directly from your right shoulder. 

All you heard was multiple gunshots and the furious scream of a boy who would never get to marry his wife. He would never see you in your wedding dress, he’d never carry you across the threshold, and he would never be the father of your children. Judith would never be an aunt.. and Rick would never be a grandfather. 

What if? 

What if? 

What if? 

Your lungs gasped for oxygen as Siddiq fell to your side and hastily pulled off his jacket, desperately pressing it against your wound as your eyes flickered in search of Carl. “C-Carl!” You cried out, hands reaching towards the Heavens until you were met with a pale hand seemingly coming from nowhere; Thin, nimble fingers wrapping around your wrist and heaving you upward. “Oh God-I can’t-” 

Carl stared in disbelief as he positioned you against the tree, his pale blue eye sweeping over your tear stained cheeks as he ran his thumb over the back of your hand. “Hey.” He murmured, managing a weak smile as the two of you locked eyes. “It’s gonna be okay, darling. It’s gonna-” Realization struck him as he pulled his ring from the breast pocket of his coat and held it directly at his line of sight. “Y/n.. will you marry me?” 

  “R-Right now?” 

  “Right now.” 

Goodnight my angel time to close your eyes

And leave these questions for another day 

After exchanging rings and vows, Carl crawled behind you and pulled your limp body into his arms; Your head gently resting against his shoulder as Siddiq stood in front of the pair, keenly watching for the moment you passed away in the arms of your husband.

I think I know what you’ve been asking me

I think I know what you’ve been trying to say

  “I know we hated each other when we met, but every morning I wake up thanking whatever God is left out there that you came across our path when you did. You turned my darkness into a flicker of light.. Fueled by the determination to survive this world and win the war.” Carl slowly turned his head and leaned towards you, the tip of his nose grazing your temple. “Yearning to be loved by a girl who didn’t know what love was.” 

I promised I would never leave you Then you should always know

Your hooded y/e/c eyes lifted upward and softened at the sight of your husband, bloodied fingertips caressing his jawline as you whispered the lyrics of your favorite lullaby. 

Wherever you may go 

No matter where you are 

I never will be far away

Carl’s breathing hitched when your fingertips fell from his face and to your side. Your breaths slowly came to a complete stop, and the two men were met with an uneasy silence that spread throughout the forest littered in corpses. His lips quivered as your body laid in his arms, unmoving if only for a few more moments before you reanimated. “Y/n-” He cried, hot tears falling down his face as he gripped your hand and held it against his cheek. “Y/n-Come back-” 

No matter how much he didn’t want to watch you turn into a mindless monster, Carl could not gather the strength to fire the bullet through your temple that would render you completely dead. You had pushed him away and taken that bite from the walker. You had sacrificed yourself for him, and he would not be responsible for your death twice. 

  “Carl-” Siddiq warned. “She’s waking up.” 

As if on cue, Carls head snapped downward as he was greeted with the familiar milky white eyes that accompanied reanimation. 

  ‘’C’mon sweetie. Let’s take you back home, where you belong.” 

Daryl and Rick were waiting at the gates when Carl and Siddiq approached. Upon seeing his father the Sheriffs son ducked to the side and tightened his grip on the rope he’d used to steer you back in the direction of Alexandria. “There’s a treehouse in the back of the property she spent some nights in when we needed to escape our parents. The back door is right beneath it. Take her to the stables and wait for me there.” Carl managed a weak smile as he tightened the gag he’d placed in your mouth to prevent you from biting the two of them. 

  “Will do boss.” 

Daryl had been making his nightly rounds around Alexandria when he approached the back of the property, slipping his crossbow off his shoulders as his sharp ears recognized the familiar growl of a walker inside the property. He crept through the wildflowers that surrounded the stables for the Kingdoms remaining horses, his cobalt eyes falling on the vacant stable where a consistent thud thud thud was heard amidst the silence. 

  “What the-” His eyes widened as he stepped into the dim light only to recognize the familiar shimmer of your y/h/c hair, which was matted in blood. It was when he was met with the ferocious growling and milky white eyes that he put two and two together. “Awe Y/n, I’m sorry.” 

Ready..

He lifted his bow to his shoulder.

Aim..

Reloaded his bolt.

Fire.

And squeezed the trigger. 

Carl had just managed to slip out of the house unnoticed when he heard the familiar zing of Daryls crossbow in the distance, his legs pumping as they carried him throughout Alexandria to where he’d specifically told Siddiq to wait for him. He skidded to a stop in the midst of the wildflowers and sank to his knees as Daryl Dixon emerged from the barn cradling your body to his chest. 

  “Sorry kiddo. Saw the wedding ring, put two and two together. Didn’t want ya to have to put the love of your life down like you did for your daddy.” Daryl smiled grimly as he laid your body in front of Carl and took a step backward. “I’ll give ya a moment alone before we go ahead and bury her.” 

Carl ran a hand through his hair and removed his Sheriffs hat, setting it to the side as he approached you. He had already said all he needed to in the woods, so he pursed his lips and glanced between you and Daryl before reaching for your hand and slipping the wedding ring off of your fingers. “It’s never a goodbye, sweetheart.” He whispered, kissing the wedding band and clipping it along with his own along the chain he’d snagged from Michonne. 

  “It’s more like a see you later.” 

[fields-of-grimes]

Come Back | Carl Grimes Fights Part 2

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

CW: Strong language

Song inspiration: It Ends Tonight - The All-American Rejects

Carl looked for you for hours, he was crying harder than before, he didn’t mean it, he didn't mean a word he said, he decided to stop looking when he noticed it was almost dark. He headed back to Alexandria, hoping and praying to god, if there even is a god anymore, that you made it back Alexandria safe and sound. He climbed back over the wall running to his house. He busted in the door coming face to face with Rick and Michonne. Rick opened his mouth to speak but Carl quickly cut him off.

“Is she here? Please tell me shes here. Please tell me she’s here, please tell me Y/N is here.” He begged to his dad. Rick shook his head. “No? The last time i saw her she was with you, whats going on?” Rick asked starting to get a little worried.

Carl fell to his knees hearing Ricks words of not seeing you. “It’s my fault! She’s gone and its all my fault!” He screamed as he cried harder. Rick sat  next to him as michonne walked up to him. “Calm down Carl, what do you mean Y/N’s gone?” She asked giving rick a concerned look.

“She’s gone! She left! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean what i said!” Carl screamed as he fell over and curled up in the fetal position.

“You didn't mean what you said? What did you say to her?” Michonne asked getting scared of Carl’s reaction.

“I..I t-told her th-that i w-wish d-dad never f-found h-her!” He said causing both rick and michonne’s eyes to widen. “Why would you say that to her!?” Rick asked or well yelled at Carl.

“I w-was playing video games w-with R-Ron and M-Mikey when i started talking about m-mom, Y/N came t-to comfort me, and Enid started talking shit about mom’s death, i went over the walls and Y/N found me, she tried to comfort me and i just blew up on her! I didn't mean too! I didn't mean it!” 

Carl’s explanation of why he said what he said to you made since to rick and michonne, they shared a look before turning their attention back to Carl.

“Okay Carl calm down, we’ll look for her in the morning.” Michonne said as she rubbed his back, her words only upset Carl more. “NO WE HAVE TO GO NOW! THIS CAN’T WAIT UNTIL MORNING! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!” Carl’s screams were no longer sad, they were now angry, he was angry at himself for being the reason you left, he needed to find you tonight. “If you won’t help me i’ll go by myself again, give me the keys to a car.” He said standing up and holding his hand out, like Rick was gonna give in that easily and just hand him keys to a vehicle in his state.

“No Carl, you're not going by yourself.” Rick held his hand up telling Carl to wait before he blew up on him even more. “We’re gonna go with you, just in case.”

“Just in case what. Just in case i find her and she’s dead, and she’s already turned!” Carl said as all the worst case scenarios that could happen to you are jumping to the front of his mind.

“Now Carl let’s not jump straight to conclusions, what Rick means is just in case you happen to not see her.” Michonne said trying to keep Carl from going even more insane.

Carl shook his head before running out the door, don’t ask him how but somehow he managed to find a car that still had the keys in it. He screamed at whomever was on watch to open the gates, after who knows how long of Carl arguing to get the gates opened, they finally opened. He sped out of Alexandria not really paying attention to where he was going. the only thing on his mind was finding you, and making things right.

You had ran until it felt like your lungs were on fire, you looked around to see where you were, it was hard considering it was pitch black outside, and you didn’t bring a flashlight. You saw what looked like an empty house, you looked around and listened for any walkers, when you didn't hear any you started to walk towards the house, right before you got to the steps, you heard a car. You tried to run, but the car already pulled into the driveway, you pulled out your knife ready to throw hands, or well knives at the driver.

Carl was about to give up, every single worst case scenario was already in his head, he pulled into what he thought was just another driveway to turn around, then he saw you. he shut off the car quickly and got out, he held his hands up as if he was surrendering. “Y/N baby you're okay.” He said walking up to you.

You bit your lip and looked away “Why are you here? I thought you wished your dad never found me.” You said, your voice cracking slightly.

“I didn’t mean it, i was just upset baby girl. Come back with me, come home.” He said as he reached you. You nodded and looked at him. “Okay.” You said making him smile and reach for your hand. “But it’s best you leave me alone.” His smile faded at your words. “What?” He asked you, you sighed “I don’t know if i can do this anymore Carl.” You said, you swear you heard his heart break., one of the worst case scenarios he imagined happened. “A-Are you breaking up with me?” He asked with tears going down his cheek. You didn’t say anything, you just walked to the car and got in waiting for Carl.

The drive back to Alexandria was silent, except for the sounds of crying coming from both you and Carl. Once you both arrived, you went to get out but carl stopped you. “I love you Y/N so much i’m so sorry for what i said please don’t throw us away.” He said, you just once again sighed. “it’s too late to fight carl. goodnight.” you got out of the car and went to your house, the house you also shared with Glenn and Maggie.

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lmk if you want a pt3

[brokenbarnes]

Snowed In

Title: Snowed in Pairing: Carl Grimes x reader Request: Could you write a fic where the reader and Carl are married and have a family and are telling their children how they met? (This takes place after the apocalypse). Warnings: um, mentions of family death??? A/N: OHMYGOODNESSIAMSOSORRYTHISTOOKSOLONG!!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS BC YOU DESERVE A GOOD STORY FOR THIS LONG F****** WAIT The post apocalyptic world was now at peace. City by City it was being cleared of Walkers and life was returning back to normal. You and Carl finally summoned up enough courage to start a family together. It took you a long time to agree to have a baby, but now you have a thirteen year old son and eleven year old daughter. It was hard for you, watching Lori die while giving birth to your sister in law. But with the new hospitals, everything went well and you gave birth to two healthy babies. They go to school like normal kids and eat dinner around a table like a normal family. Carl is a police officer now, just like Rick pre-apocalypse. Things are returning to normal. One morning we got snowed in, nobody could get in or out and school was canceled. You decided to make chocolate chip waffles and hot chocolate for breakfast. Katelyn was the first one to wake up, she's an early riser like her father. With her rumpled brown hair and pajamas, she got first pick on waffles. "No school," You announced as she sat down. "Really?" Her eyes brightened. "I made waffles," You re-announced. "Go wake your brother." "He's going to hit me," she eyed you as she started back towards the direction of Logan's room. "I'll hit him," You warned.

Logan came next, sleepy eyed and tired. He plopped down in his chair and rubbed his eyes. You set a plate down infront of him and instantly he woke up. "Thanks Mom," he smiled up at you. "No problem, Buddy," you smiled. The front door opened, letting in a gust of freazing air and your husband stumbled through the door. He had snow covering his hat, coat and boots, his cheeks were red from the cold. "Dad!" Katelyn exclaimed and jumped up from her chair. Carl had just been working the graveyard shift when it started snowing, chaos ensured when inexperienced drivers decided to take the roads. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes, but it cleared when he saw his family. "Hey Sweetie," he crouched down and lifted her up onto his hip. "No school?" You nodded and started loading up a plate for him. He set Katelyn down sat down in his chair at the table. "How was work?" You asked and set a plate in front of him. "Crazy," he murmured and pecked your lips as a sign of thanks. "We've just sent out a warning that says to stay off the roads." "So you're staying in?" Logan asked excitedly. "Yep," Carl smiled. "I was thinking a movie day." We haven't got any new movies because new movies haven't came out since before. But we do have a large collection of old movies that the kids love. "That sounds great," you smiled and looked down at Katelyn. "Right?" She nodded, "can I pick out the first movie?" "No I want to!" Logan protested. "Find a movie you can both agree on," you called as they both ran into the livingroom. You and Carl chatted while the kids quietly argued in the livingroom over movies. Once he rinsed his plate off and put it in the dishwasher, you two retired to the livingroom for some family time. The kids picked out Harry Potter and the Sorcers Stone, before it had always been one of my favorites. Logan took the LAZ-E boy, Katelyn one couch and Carl and you the other couch. Once the movie started, Carl was slowly drifting off. "Mom? Dad?" Katelyn's soft voice came from the opposite couch. "Yeah, Sweetie?" You replied. "How did you and Dad meet?" She asked, sitting up a little now. You smiled over at the love of your life, he was a little awake now. You sat up and brushed your fingers through his hair. "Well," Carl started. "She tried to kill me." You had been traveling for days now, those things had killed your entire family. Your mouth was dry as the Sahara Desert and your stomach grumbled like thunder. You were covered in blood, dried blood now. You tried to get it off, but you had no change of clothes and if you had water you'd drink it. The only clear marks on your face were cleared by your tears. When you found a neighborhood your hopes rose. You could almost taste the food that was stored in the abandoned pantries. The front door and back door was locked on the first house you tried. So you threw a large rock through a back window and climbed inside. The house was abandoned and no un-dead were stumbling around. You ripped open the door to the pantry and ripped open the first bag of chips you saw. Your legs gave out and you sank to the floor, pushing more than enough chips into your mouth. Then, the front door banged open. You quickly and quietly closed the door as footsteps flooded the house. Stupid, you thought. They're going to come straight into here. You stood up and grabbed your knife, you tried to prepare yourself that maybe you would have to kill someone. The door swung open and you attacked. You swung your knife and pushed the attacker back. He stepped back and pulled out his gun. Suddenly, you were looking down the barrel of a silencer. "Don't move," he warned. His voice was deep for a teenager. You studied him, he had long brown hair, an eye patch over one eye and dirty flannel. "Dad!" He called out, then he looked at you. "Are you alone?" He took the knife from you, now you had nothing. You nodded and hugged yourself, your stomach grumbled loudly. You saw sympathy in his eyes-eye for a moment. "What is it Carl?" Another man came in, toting a revolver and a couple bags of food. "Who's this?" "What's your name?" Carl asked. "Y/N," you whispered. "Please just let me go, I'm sorry." "She tried to kill me," Carl turned to his dad. "I'm Rick," the other man said to you. Picking up your fallen bag of chips, he handed them back to you. "Here eat, are you alone?" Through a mouthful of chips, you nodded and pushed more into your mouth. Rick asked you a few more questions before they let you sit down. Carl sat down next to you at the kitchen table, eying you curiously. "How old are you?" You chewed the rest of your chips and swallowed, "fifteen. You?" "Seventeen," he said. It was nice to see somebody your age in this damned world. You started to reach for more chips when Carl grabbed the bag. "You're gonna eat yourself sick," he said and folded over the top. "You gotta pace yourself." You nodded and folded your arms to rest your chin on them. Carl set the bag down on the table and studied you. "We have showers," he said suddenly. "Really?" You asked, raising your head. "Yeah," he whispered. "They're pretty nice." You closed your tired eyes, you haven't slept in days. Hopefully there's a clean bed and clean sheets. * * * * Red water swirled around the shower drain as it came off your body. You felt like sobbing, this was the last remains of your family. After the shower, you found some clean clothes laid out for you on the bed. It was a flannel that you could only assume was Carl's, a pair of sweats, clean underwear and a sports bra. They were comfiest and the cleanest clothes you had worn in a long time. You sunk into the pillows and pulled the sheets over your shoulders. Your eye lids slowly drifted closed until you was asleep. Later that night when you were awaken screaming from a nightmare, Carl was the first one to come to your room. "I'm sorry," your mumbled and wiped your tears quickly. "I didn't mean to wake you, I just got a bad dream." To your surprise, Carl lifted the covers and got in beside you. "It's okay, I get them too." "Really?" You sniffed and wiped your eyes. He relaxed onto your pillows and folded his arm underneath his head. "Yeah, I was just having one." "I'm sorry," you whispered. "It's fine, I get them all the time," Carl whispered. You started to cry again and then you felt Carl's arms go around your waist. You found yourself pressing your face into his warm neck. "Just go back to sleep, I won't leave," he whispered into your hair. "Thank you," you whispered back. "-and we spent the entire night together," you finished and glanced at Carl. "Really?" Katelyn giggled. You held out your arms she jumped into them, Logan crawled into Carl's lap. You kissed the top of Katelyn's head. "I hope I meet my boyfriend like that," Katelyn giggled again. You glanced at Carl with a smile on your face, "let him take you out to dinner first."

[alterna2mag]

Nuestros top del Sónar 2020

Guiomar Fernández

Hace ya unas semanas Sónar desveló el cartel para su edición de 2020 en Barcelona. Este año el festival vuelve al mes de junio, celebrándose del 18 al 20 de ese mes. Aún queda tiempo, pero desde Alterna2 queremos recomendarte algunas actuaciones que a nuestro juicio no debes perderte. 

Un Sónar by Day con electrónica fresca, A/V y French touch

Nombres como Lindstrøm o James Murphy ya son habituales en Barcelona y Sónar, por lo que no nos detendremos en alabarlos, aunque por supuesto son parada fija en el recorrido por Sónar 2020.

Ineludibles son los experimentales Telefon Tel Aviv, sobre todo después de su esperado regreso con el largo “Dreams Are Not Enough” (2019, Ghostly International). 

âme no necesitan presentación. El dúo alemán es uno de los atractivos del Sónar by Day. Kristian Beyer y Frank Wiedemann llevan revolucionando las pistas de baile desde 2001. Sólo por darlo todo con su temazo "Rej" ya vale la pena verlos en directo, pero es que además su amplio repertorio certifica una evolución que va más allá de los derroteros del house y el techno.

Si hablamos de âme, tenemos que destacar también Howling, pues Frank Wiedermann, la mitad del dúo alemán, es también parte de este proyecto junto al cantante y compositor australiano Ry Cuming (Ry X). Ambos conforman un tándem perfecto cuyas actuaciones superan las expectativas. Este año regresan a Sónar.

El galés afincado en Glasgow, Koreless, interesa por partida doble. Por un lado por sus hipnóticas composiciones, y por otro por el show visual creado junto a su habitual colaborador Emmanuel Biard.

Ryoichi Kurokawa presentará “Subassemblies”, un directo audiovisual impresionante que muestra elementos arquitectónicos en relación con la naturaleza. Su espectáculo ya ha pasado por el L.E.V. en su edición madrileña en Matadero, y pasará por la de Gijón este 2020.

No podía faltar un poco de french touch. Y este llega de la mano de Polo & Pan. Paul Armand-Delille y Alexandre Grynszpan se postulan como una opción refrescante y muy bien elegida para el Sónar by Day. Su largo debut “Caravelle” (2017, Hamburger Records) da buena muestra de que su ecléctico estilo tiene todas las papeletas para triunfar en el festival.

La variedad al poder

Fiel a su tradición, Nos encontramos en el Sónar by Day con una amalgama de estilos que van del rap, al hip-hop y el trap, a la música clásica, pasando por la electrónica en todas sus formas. 

Hay espacio por lo tanto par  bandas como Dead Normal, con su noise y sonido industrial. Si te van las emociones fuertes, este es tu directo. Mario G.Ferrer, Zoë V y Oriol Rosell han pasado por el sello británico Harbinger (Sleaford Mods, Consumer Electronics, Circuit Breaker) y fueron teloneros de The KVB en una de sus visitas a Barcelona.

Nos encontramos a Lous and the yakuza, belga de origen congoleño que nos trae pop con trazos de trap y r&b; o Manara, Dj de londres que mezcla el grime con toques bollywoodienses. Nu guinea live band, o lo que es lo mismo, el directo de Nu Guinea, se presenta como una gran oportunidad para bailar con los ingredientes exóticos, disco o electrónicos de este dúo formado en Nápoles y afincado en Berlín.

También recomendamos en el Sónar by Day:

Princess Nokia, que regresa al festival con nuevo disco. sama', una de las figuras de la escena del underground palestino; Lost souls of saturn, proyecto de Seth Troxler con el ingeniero Hil Moffa; el post-rock de Battles; Carles Viarnès & Alba G. Corral, una maravillosa combinación de piano y audiovisuales; Chentai Tsai - Baobae, que no es otro que Putochinomaricon; Dj Marcelle / Another Nice Mess, la Dj holandesa experimental que pincha sólo vinilo en tres platos; Egosex, el trío barcelonés que destaca por su electrónica afrofuturista; los incombustibles Hidrogenesse; o los proyectos de Nara is Neus y Reykiavik606.

Sónar by Night con viejos conocidos

Los años ya nos van pesando. Quizá por eso nosotros somos más "carne de Sónar by Day". Aunque seguimos adentrándonos en las entrañas cavernosas del recinto de Fira Gran Vía para dejarnos llevar por la debacle nocturna, sobre todo si la encabezan The Chemical Brothers.

Una de las actuaciones que se está convirtiendo en imprescindible es la de Arca. Irreverente y transgresora, ella es capaz de dejarnos boquiabiertos con cada uno de sus shows. Esta vez pasa a la cita de noche, y seguro que no se queda atrás en su propuesta. De hecho ya hemos paladeado un poco de lo que puede ser, con el estreno del corte "@@@@@”, artefacto experimental de 62 minutos.

Max Cooper presentará el LP “Yearning for the infinite”, un compendio de temas de electrónica metafísica de gran calidad. Evasión total para nuestros oídos y seguramente para nuestros ojos, gracias a los visuales de otra galaxia que suelen acompañar a Cooper.

Los franceses The Blaze ofrecerán en Sónar by Night el único concierto en el mundo de 2020. Por esto y porque son una de las mejores propuestas electrónicas de los últimos años, deberías acudir a su llamada.

Mura Masa. Su LP debut contó con colaboraciones de la talla de ASAP Rocky, Christine and the Queens o Damon Albarn, por citar algunos. Además fue nominado en tres categorías en los premios Grammy. En Enero ha sacado “R.Y.C.” (Universal Music), de nuevo bien rodeado. Para muestra, el tema "Teenage Headache Dreams", en el que participa Ellie Rowsell, de Wolf Alice.

No podemos dejar de nombrar a DESPACIO, esa experiencia inmersiva que ya ha triunfado en dos ediciones del Sónar by Day. La música de baile, hitazos disco y maravillas en vinilo por descubrir nos esperan a los adeptos a esta fórmula que reúne a James Murphy con los hermanos Dewaele (más conocidos como 2manydjs).

En el capítulo de Djs van por supuesto los hermanos belgas. Otros asiduos como The Black Madonna o Laurent Garnier no podían faltar. También la germana Helena Hauff, el sueco Eric Prydz o el holandés Job Jobse, residente de la mítica sala Trouw de Amsterdam.

Será una buena oportunidad de disfrutar de la sesión de la aclamada Avalon Emerson, y de otros nombres interesantes como La Fleur o Lucient. Pero Sónar 2020 es mucho más. Explora el cartel completo y demás actividades en la web del festival.

[strifexchaos]

ABC’S, MUN EDITION.

A .  AGE : 26 B .  BIRTHPLACE :  illinois, usa  ( don’t live there anymore ) C .  CURRENT  TIME :   8:54pm D .  DRINK  YOU  HAD  LAST :  hot chocolate  E .  EASIEST  PERSON(S)  TO  TALK  TO :  @facetiious @blu3crystalbrax @bansheeintuition

F .  FAVORITE  SONG(S) :  the draw by bastille, one by metallica H .  HORROR  YES  OR  HORROR  NO :   hell yes, mostly. I .  IN  LOVE ? :  yes.

J .  JEALOUS  OF  PEOPLE :  i get jealous all the time. K .  KILLED  SOMEONE :  no L .  LOVE  AT  FIRST  SIGHT  OR  SHOULD  I  WALK  BY  AGAIN ? :  it depends on the person? i’m picky. M .  MIDDLE  NAME :  noelle N .  NUMBER  OF  SIBLINGS :  1 O .  ONE  WISH :  to be rich Q .  QUESTION  YOU’RE  ALWAYS  ASKED :  'why are you so shy’ people dont understand... R .  REASON(S)  TO  SMILE : ???? movies, shows,  food, my dorky boyfriend S .  SONG  YOU  SANG  LAST :  dancing queen T .  TOP  3  FICTIONAL  CHARACTERS :  carl grimes, frank castle, billy russo, mitch rapp, stiles stilinski, thomas (maze runner series), maggie greene, michonne, melissa mccall, malia tate (the list goes on ... U .  UNDERWEAR  &  COLOR :  blue & not wearing one...so boobies?? V .  VACATION :   somewhere that doesn’t suck. W.  WHEN’S  YOUR  BIRTHDAY : november 30th X .  X - RAYS :   yeah but i’ve never broken a bone ever. Y .  YOUR  FAVORITE  FOOD :    taco bell Z .  ZODIAC SIGN:  sagittarius 

TAGGED  BY  : found on @codeworn TAGGING  :  anyone who wants to do the thing !!

[imaginesethrollins]

Heaven or Hell

A/N: I’m sorry. 

Pairing: Rick Grimes X F!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, death, talk of heaven, hell and God. Negan????

Word Count: 1000+? (I don’t know. It was 886 and then went back and wrote more to the story and I’m to lazy to put it in my word counter. So we’ll go with 1000.)

“And he fell apart with his broken heart and this blood, this blood, this blood. Oh, it drains from my skin, it does.”

-The Lumineers Gale Song

You laid against the trunk of the tree. Rick was looking at you, fear and anger playing in his blue orbs.

Your breathing was uneven, your skin burned like it was on fire. Your eyes were glassing over. You were going to die and there was no way to stop it.

“Let me do it! It’ll be over before you know it!” Rick hissed. You shook your head, your hand letting up on the wound. Your eyes fell to Rick. Blood was smeared across his face, his eyes were filling with tears, his hand clutching his hatchet.

“Please!” You watched his movements with tired eyes. “No..” You whispered. “My fight is over, Rick.” He shook his head. “No, it is! Carl needs you. Judith needs you! I.. I need you!”

You reached up and pressed your bloody hand against Rick’s cheek. “It’s over. My fight is over…” Tears fell from Rick’s eyes at a steady pace, clean streaks of skin appearing with every tear, washing away the blood.

Rick’s breath excoriated, he reached for his hatchet on his hip. You stopped him. “Rick! No! I..I don’t want to be in this fucking word with one arm!”

“Please…I can’t lose you!” Rick moved closer to you, his knees scraping against the forest floor. Rick bundled you up in his arms.

Bitten. You were bitten. Your whole arm was cover in blood, the walker sure did a number on it. It didn’t even look like an arm any longer. The skin around it was blackening, your insides showing, blood, dark and bright alike gushed out.

Rick rocked your body back and forth, his lips pressing against your forehead. “Rick…Promise me this…You’ll tell Carl…that it was painless. That I die just as quick as I got bitten. Promise me that…”

Rick nodded his head, tears rushing down his face. You let your head rest against his chest, your eyes began to close and Rick’s heart began to break.

“I love you…You know that right? You know I love you?” You smiled weakly. “Y-yes, Rick. You know…that I love you…R-right?”

“Yes…” Rick’s tears began falling onto your face, his mixing with your own. You weren’t sure when you began to cry. All you know is that it’s causing your body to shake. Rick’s body shakes as well, he begins to hiccup from crying so hard.

“Am I going to go to hell?” You asked, blood began pooling in your mouth. You began couching it up as your arm throbbed in pain.  “No...What would you think that?” 

“Because of all the people I killed...I-I did so many bad things, Rick...” Rick arms tightened around you. “If anyone in this world is to go to heaven, it’d be you.”

You couched up more blood. “I don’t think I deserve that.” Rick shook his head.  “Stop that! Yes you do. You did what you had to do!” 

“Will God look at it like that?” Rick titled his head back, trying to blink away the tears. “Yes...Yes he will.” Rick said, nodding his head, tears falling from his eyes onto your face. 

Honestly, Rick didn’t know. He wanted to think that someone like You, Carl, Michonne, Daryl, Carol, would get to go to heaven. The only thing he knew was that someone like him, wouldn’t.

He had to come with the terms that this would be the last time he would ever see you. 

“I can’t keep my eyes open anymore...” Rick watched you intently. “I love you, my sweet girl. My sweet angel.”

“Not as much as I-I love you, my sweet sherif...” You eyes slid such and Rick could have sworn he felt your life leave your body. 

“Say hello to the angels for me...” 

Rick slowly walked through the gates, blood covering him from head to toe. His eyes held a distant stare. Carl came walking up to him slowly, approaching with weary eyes.

Negan’s trucks were all within Alexandra. Negan was walking his way over to Rick. “Rick! Buddy! I was wondering when you’d get back!” Negan’s laughed bounced off the walls, echoing in Rick’s head.

“Where’s that little nice piece of ass you have? Cause she sure ain’t running around here!” Rick just looked at him, there was no infamous, “Grimes sick eye.” it was just a cold, death stare. Like he was somewhere eyes.

“Dad? Where is she?” Carl asked, stepping closer. Rick just looked at his son, his eyes held everything Carl needed to know. “No…She…She didn’t.”

Negan stood there, looking between the father and son. “Oh…Oh, fucking fuck. She died, didn’t she?…Fuck…Well I’m really fucking sorry, Rick.”

Rick just looked at him. He was the reason you were even out there. Looking for my shit for Negan. You wanted to make sure he wouldn’t hurt anyone else. You were a good person and because of Negan, you were gone.

“Just remember this,” Rick said, stepping up closer to him. “I’m going to kill you. Not today. Not tomorrow. But I’m going to kill you.”