#carl seal

[fideidefenswhore]

'Thus he ended his speech, and he doesn't say That he had wronged or spoken ill of the king, But he prayed that God long keep the king In life, in happiness, [in honour], and in contentment. And when, to the people in attendance, he said, With a steadfast countenance, "Pray for me," With a firm heart he presented his head To the sharp blade that carried it off in one blow. [And not fearing the great cruelty Of the sharp blade [...] Each one seeing that people bore great grief from it] The [three] who had to die afterwards Said nothing, as if they intentionally Had entrusted Rochford Alone to speak for their conscience [...] [The Queen] was still so curious [...] Therefore, they tell her that her brother had shown The greatest strength of any man ever seen [...] The story of the death of Anne Boleyn : a poem by Lancelot de Carle, JoAnn DellaNeva (Translator, Editor, Writer of added commentary)

"'I will,' he said in a good lawyerly fashion, 'not in this point arouse any suspicion which might prejudice the king's issue.' Unwilling to drop his line of questioning, Hales next claimed that George had spread malicious reports which called into question the paternity of Anne's child, Elizabeth. George did not dignify this with an answer. He knew his own sister." Hunting the Falcon, John Guy & Julia Fox

"But George refused to answer the question with the required yes or no, not wishing, he said, “to engender or create suspicion in a matter likely to prejudice the issue the King might have from another marriage.” Nor would he respond to any suggestion that he had spread a rumour that Elizabeth was not Henry’s. The idea that he believed Elizabeth was not the king’s child and that he had repeated such an untruth was, to George, so contemptible that he would not even dignify it with a reply." The Infamous Lady Rochford, Julia Fox

"George Boleyn's real 'crime' was to be Anne Boleyn's brother and Princess Elizabeth's uncle. He was intelligent and spirited enough to mount a powerful defence of his sister. He was powerful enough to provide the focus for Boleyn followers and, especially, those who would assert Elizabeth's rights as heir to the crown." Anne Boleyn, Josephine Wilkinson

[e-louise-bates]

AHHHHH I finally (FINALLY) finished the major draft of The Great Magic Most Deadly Rewrite and was able to get an idea of page count and therefore cover dimensions to send to my cover designer, and tonight she just sent me the first mock-up of the front cover, and AHHHHHHH it's gorgeous and this is really happening, I can't BELIEVE I'm actually republishing this story to fit better with the rest of the series but it's going to be so good and I can't wait to share it with you all.

(although I did get a very sweet note on FB the other day asking plaintively why I am rewriting MMD because they loved it just as it is, and it made my heart melt. Never turn up your nose at your own art, friends--you never know who it is going to touch. (But also, don't be afraid to make it better if you get the chance, even if it runs the risk of causing you to lose your grip on sanity between remaking it, doing school, working, and being a parent and spouse and friend. For example.))

[strixessabre]

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[jc3dotmov]

Sight & Sound, Inspired List (2022)

Below are my selections for a Sight & Sound-inspired top 10 list. It’s a variation of the list that focuses on what are both (in my opinion) important works in the history of world cinema, and the significance the films had on me, serving as chief inspirations to become a filmmaker and attempting to make my own short & feature works. This list is, of course, purely subjective though I do welcome conversation. Unranked, chronological order:

The Passion of Joan of Arc (1928) dir. Carl Th. Dreyer

The Seventh Seal (1957) dir. Ingmar Berman

Army of Shadows (1969) dir. Jean-Pierre Melville

The Godfather: Part I (1972) dir. Francis Ford Coppola

Barry Lyndon (1975) dir. Stanley Kubrick

Raging Bull (1980) dir. Martin Scorsese

sex, lies, and videotape (1989) dir. Steven Soderbergh

Beau Travail (1999) dir. Claire Denis

All About My Mother (1999) dir. Pedro Almodóvar

Mulholland Dr. (2001) dir. David Lynch

A lot more contemporary works than I’d imagine, but I do think these films build from their predecessors in unique, genre-clashing ways to progress the medium forward to exciting places. 

[daincrediblegg]

I think Carl and Tessie are gonna start a band as step-mother and son

[carlplsrailme]

𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ

summary: the morning after your first time with Carl, you make some jokes only he knows the context to.

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: suggestive talk, reference to past sex, teasing and fluff!

request: could you like make something like the morning after their first time reader is like super flirty and won't stop teasing him and shit in front of everyone and carl is so flustered like 'shut up :0'. I've had this idea for days but im a shit writer so....

the porcelain cup rims your lips as the coffee threatens to spill out any moment, dizzy as you stare at him with such adoration while images of last night flash in your mind

you finally sealed the deal. and it was perfect.

he held your hand the entire time, whispered such sweet things, and now you're staring for way too long.

your throat aches a side cough and is soothed by the hot coffee your pour down it as he leans onto the counter, thank goodness your gawking didn't interrupt the conversation between him and his father, or else you might have died from embarrassment.

"why don't we go today?" carl perks up, and his father lets out an airy laugh

"We can't just go, we need to plan out spots first..see which ones 'been used already" he gruffs, dismissing his son as he moves to grab coffee

you move over to him, placing your cup down as he silently mopes about the lack of plans for the run he wanted to go on so badly.

you reach up and twirl one of your fingers with his locks, much like you did last night as you purse your lips together in thought

"why do you want to go out so badly? shouldn't you rest?" the question having obvious undertones but Rick doesn't pay any mind to it

"i-i..because we're running low on stuff..." he stutters out, your flirting catching him off guard

"mm.." "sure it isn't 'cuz you wanna drive the car into a ditch?" you joke, spinning around in time to catch Rick choking on his coffee, but you aren't referencing his horrible driving, you're talking about the time you guys almost had sex on a run.

"I-i..shut up..." you see his face deepen as the memory comes back in full force

"don't say 'shut up'" Rick scolds but you know you deserve it with how you're teasing him, picking up your coffee you wink at the boy before walking back up to your room.

an: <333

[dixongrimesgirl]

Carl Grimes x fem!reader 18+

Content includes: PiV, somnopillia( sex with someone who is asleep), unprotected sex, no age mentioned, squirting, oral (f recieving), all acts are consensual.

Carl couldn't sleep especially with your heavy breathing and squirming you were doing beside him. You were rubbing your thighs together in your sleep trying to get any sort of friction. He knew it was wrong but he wondered what you were dreaming of. He hoped it was him.

Slowly and carefully he snaked his hand down under the waistband of your panties. He found your clit and began rubbing gentle circles. You moaned and he was instantly hard. He gently thrust two fingers inside you and you immediately moaned and clenched around him.

You stirred in your sleep causing him to still his movements. When he made sure you were still asleep he started pumping his finger in and out of your sopping hole. He started rubbing soft circles on your clit.

“Carl” you moaned

He looked up at you and saw your eyes fluttering open.

“Sorry” he immediately apologized and began removing his hand from your panties but you stopped him.

“Keep going. I like it” you encourage him and he brings his hand back down to your aching core.

“You’re so wet for me baby”

You moan.

“You like me touching you?” He asks cockily.

“Yes! Carl” you cry out.

“Shhh. Gotta be quiet. Can you do that for me baby?” He asks and you nod.

“I wanna try something” he says and swiftly removes your panties. He disappears under the covers and you’re wondering what he’s doing when you feel his lips wrap around your clit.

“Carl!” You moan a bit too loud. You cover your mouth with one hand and tangle the other in his hair.

“I’m cumming” you manage to get out before your juices squirt all over Carl’s face.

He brings his head up to meet yours and seals your lips in a kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and you can’t help but moan into the kiss.

Soon Carl’s boxers are off and he is lining himself up with your entrance. He slowly pushes in before bottoming out.

You both moan and he gives you a second to adjust before pulling out until only the head remains inside you and then slamming back in. You moans start getting uncontrollably loud so he covers your mouth with his hand to muffle the sound.

“Carl! I’m gonna” you moan.

“Me too baby. Cum with me” he says and you do. You feel his hot cum paint your walls as your wetness slides down his cock and onto the bed below you.

He kisses you before pulling out.

“Now quit squirming so we can get some sleep” he says causing you to giggle.

He pulls you against him and you both drift off.

[itsgrimeytime]

drunk on you (part one) || Rick Grimes (TWD) × gn!reader (no apocalypse!AU)

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Summary: You'd known Rick forever, as far back as freshman year. He was a guy you (if you were honest) had a crush on; there was just something in his stance and the low drawl of his voice. You'd say that feeling only got worse from there. Before you could blink, he was married and had a kid; and suddenly, despite your best efforts, you felt very out of place. You faded out of his life, and he yours. So when Rick shows up at your door (drunk out of his mind) about 5 years after the last time you spoke to him, you have a lot of questions.

TWs: mentioned infidelity (Shane and Lori), strained relationships, loss of friendship, mentioned pregnancy (Judith), divorce, alcohol, mention of gunshot wounds, and shameless flirting.

[[A/N: y'all remember when he was drunk that one time? this is built off of that. also no apocalypse, just normal life. Enjoy :))]]

A long time ago, you met Rick Grimes.

He wasn't the kind of teen that was awkward, like maybe his arms were too long for his body -no. Rick Grimes was broad-shouldered and built like he was on the football team -even though you weren't exactly sure he was. Shane Walsh, his best friend, was the same -both unbelievably picturesque. You were a human then, so you'd had a thing for Rick, but then again, every single person in that school did.

And one day, he approached you with a grin, "Apparently you're really good at this?"

You tutored him, and your friendship just spiraled from there. The two of them became a trio, and despite insistent Shane's flirting (not that he meant any of it), your heart stayed consistent.

Even throughout college (or the police academy for them), they would come onto your campus for lunch -always stealing bits and pieces of yours. You could clearly remember meeting Rick's eyes over the table and your heart flipping in your chest; before he could notice though, you'd flick a piece of your lunch at him. He'd laugh then, and you'd move on.

They were there with you through life, boyfriends (who they often threatened to 'take care of'), heartbreaks, and failures.

You weren't there when he met Lori, but you were there when he introduced her to the group. She was picturesque beauty, just like him and Shane were picturesque handsome -they suited each other really well.

That day, you'd been strained and Shane could tell -he kicked up the flirting to a hundred, and you spent the whole time pushing him off and cussing him out. You didn't tell him, not verbally, but you knew he knew. And you trusted him not to tell.

Even when they got married, your lips stayed sealed. You were at the wedding actually, it had been a day you couldn't decide on. Half the day you were happy for your friend, and the other half, you felt like your heart had been stomped into the ground. You cried in the bathroom a few times, and Shane hovered close by.

He seemed to understand your pain a little too much, but you never got the courage to ask.

You were still trying, though, and had honestly become friends with Lori but you still felt your grasp on the group loosen. They were leaps ahead of you, both Shane and Rick in stable jobs -making their way up, and Rick and Lori married-

You just weren't there yet. And you didn't know how long it would take. Especially since all you could see in your head about the future was Rick. And that wasn't fair to Lori and you knew that but you couldn't stop-

And then, Lori was pregnant.

That was probably the last straw for you.

It wasn't that you stopped showing up, not really. You still came to the baby shower with cute, little baby booties and a bet on a boy. You even met Carl, and he helped. You could distract yourself with him, and every time you visited, you did just that. Lori and Rick would talk to Shane, and you would be lost in playing with Carl.

You stayed until he was three.

Rick had suddenly got the notion -you always knew he was attentive, but you'd never dreamed of this.

"I can tell somethin' is wrong with ya," he had said, hands sturdily on your arms, "-I'm 'ere if ya need me, you know that, right?"

You stopped being as vocal when you met up -trying to hide it all away, all it did was make Rick watch you more. So, you started leaving early and being busy -working yourself to the bone.

As time passed, naturally, they stopped inviting you. Your life shifted, and you moved out of town for your dream job -a fresh start. None of them knew that, and even though you could've said something, you were eager for a do-over.

Maybe this time you wouldn't fall in love with a married man, you thought to yourself.

And even though it was a joke, it hurt. You weren't sure that it ever wouldn't.

That brings you to now, at your apartment in a different city -eating some food you randomly pulled out of your pantry. It was late, and realistically, you should've been sleeping but the show that was on actually caught your attention. You'd let it slide and probably hate yourself in the morning.

Just as another revelation made its way onto your screen (might've been someone cheating on someone else? you weren't really following), you heard a noise.

You stiffened, raising an eyebrow -what the hell?

Patiently waiting, you heard it again -more incessant.

Knocks, you realize, someone was knocking at your door.

Flashing the time on your phone, 1:06 am, you frowned. There was no way anyone you knew was at your door at this hour; it was probably just some weirdo-

The knock came back and this time it was much louder, a pounding even.

You startled for a minute, before standing and making your way to the door -slowly, and keeping a foot propped against it, just in case. You lived in the city, this could really be anybody.

Instead, when you opened the door, you were met with a familiar face -your neighbor a few doors down. She was an older lady, sweet, but she certainly did not look sweet then.

"Do you know him?"

You hadn't even noticed at first, but her fist was clutching hard against the white t-shirt of someone -you shifted slightly to try and see them better.

And when you did...

"Rick?" You asked with disbelief layered in your tone -this could not be real.

"So, you do," she exhaled, letting him go.

He promptly turned to you, and you could just immediately tell he was wasted. He had that flush on his face, and the gleam in his eye you'd seen before at college parties.

Rick's blue eyes fell on you and he grinned real bright, mumbling out, "Y/N! 'S good to see you. I was lookin' for ya-"

"He's been knocking on every door on this floor for 30 minutes," she all but seethed, "-apparently, I'm the only one who answered."

With a breath, your mind spinning -you grabbed Rick's shoulder and pulled him inside.

"Thank you, Beatrice, really," you smiled, apologeticly, "-I'm so sorry he woke you up."

She waved you off, disappearing down the hall.

At that, you locked the door behind you and spun on your heel -determined to make sure this was real. That Rick Grimes was in your living room.

Sure enough, he stood by your couch -a little wobbly. He actually nearly fell but caught himself on the back of the couch.

"Alright, cowboy," you sighed, rushing over to move him to sit, "-Let's get you settled, yeah?"

Rick was putty in your hands as you pulled him onto the couch -body moving only when you forced it to. He smiled at you, big and beautiful, when you stepped back -and you hate to say it made your heart flutter. It was all coming back now, you needed to focus-

"Where 'ave you been?" He asked, and it was slurred, "-Haven't seen you in forever, ya know?"

"Rick, hey," you sat across from him on the coffee table, "-Why are you here? How do you even know where I live?"

"Shane told me," he hiccups, whole body jolting, "-told me ta come find ya. And I-"

He paused for a second, like he couldn't remember.

"I came to see you," he answered, before flashing another smile. He was always a happy drunk.

"Right," you said -not buying it. Had Shane just ditched him in the city? If so, why were they here?

And why did he ditch him in the first place?

You huffed out a breath and pulled out your phone -darting through your contacts. Your finger hovered over it for a second (just a moment of doubt), and pressed it.

It rang for a few minutes, before just going to voicemail.

Frowning, you scrolled back up, skimming again for a different name: Lori. You hoped she would answer, and she should. Her husband has gone missing, assumedly? Yeah, she should be concerned.

And again, it rang for a few minutes and then went to voicemail. ('Hey, this is Lori. Sorry I'm busy right now, but I'll get back to you.')

You huffed out a breath, what the hell?

You knew it was late, but her husband had just shown up at your door -blackout drunk. Did she even know he was out? Was Shane even the one who brought him here?

Rick leaned forward and you placed a hand to keep him upright instinctively. You pursed your lips, debating on how exactly to handle this.

"Rick?" He perked up at your voice, "-Where are Lori and Carl? Are they close?"

He frowned for a moment, before throwing himself back against the couch -you made sure he stayed sat up, "Carl goes wit' Lori on the weekends."

"Goes?" You questioned, you knew you hadn't been present for five years, but it seemed like his whole life had changed -you didn't dare assume, "Rick, are you and Lori not married anymore?"

"No," he scoffed, almost in defense, "-broke up a long time ago. You didn't kno' 'at?"

You swallowed, some sort of mix of shock and disbelief brewed up your throat: so her drunk ex-husband showed up at your door.

There was something in your chest, a little flame in your heart. You were ridiculous, happy about a divorce between some of your previously close friends? God, you were reaching new lows.

Well, wasn't like you could do anything else, so you stood up -grabbing a cup from your kitchen and filling it with water. Rick, thankfully, stayed in his spot on the couch -eyes following you as you walked back over to him.

"You're pretty," he slurred, "-always thought 'at, never said it."

Your heart jumped in your throat, focus, Y/N. He's drunk.

You shook your head, and found your place on the coffee table again, holding out the cup. When his hand extended, he wobbled a bit more and you let out a long sigh.

"Okay, fine," you muttered, scooting closer, "-open up."

He was still surprisingly obedient, sipping the water as you held it to his lips. His eyes, though, stayed focused on you -blue eyes barely blinking. It made you want to fidget in your seat, but you decidedly ignored it. Focus, focus.

With half the glass gone, you were satisfied. Pulling the cup back and sitting it beside you, his eyes did not waver -you were starting to get a little flustered now. Standing to go get a blanket and container (for any... accidents), you were stalled in place.

His fingers wrapped around your wrist -calloused and long, your brain short circuited a bit.

"Rick, why-"

"Even prettier now," he laughed out, grinning, "-thought ya was pretty th'n, but you're even prettier now! How did ya do 'at?"

Swallowing the skip of your heart, you pulled your hand out of his grasp and continued your walk. Shaking out your hands and exhaling a big breath, you stepped out of the closet with the goods and back toward the couch.

"Look," you started, shaking the container in your hand, "-this is where you throw up, okay? Not on my floor."

"Aye, aye," he grinned.

You rolled your eyes, but something you had missed him -even just as a friend. You'd lost him as a friend too, and that probably hurt more than anything. He was your rock and then, he was gone.

Blinking back the fog of your eyes, you set him up in the recliner -pulling his feet up and throwing the blanket over him. It was your extra one, a soft throw blanket, and wasn't long enough to cover his feet. Which, now that you noticed still had his shoes on them.

You let out another long sigh, before beginning to untie the laces.

"Shane told me 'at ya loved me," he said suddenly as if it was a realization and you stilled where you sat. Your breath stuttering in your chest, you focused on the laces for a moment.

"Why did he tell you that?"

Rick sighed, tilting his chin up to look at the ceiling, "Asked 'im 'bout ya, why ya left. If he knew anythin'."

You flinched, something in your chest sinking. He would've been sober then, that wasn't something you just brought up drunk. But, why were they even talking about you? Did they still do that? After all these years?

Feeling guilty, you stayed silent.

Rick didn't say anything else, oddly quiet, and when you looked up, you saw him fast asleep. Eyes fallen shut and head tilted all the way to the left, he looked like quite the picture. You laughed, a tiny one just to yourself.

Maybe, if he woke up and left tomorrow without saying a word -this visual could hold you over for a while. It reminded you of when you guys were the closest, before you started... drifting away.

You swallowed, tears burning the backs of your eyes -not letting them fall. You'd cried over this too many times.

Taking a deep breath in and one last look at Rick, you disappeared to your room. The comfort and familiarity of it made you feel a lot better, but if you focused you could hear the gentle hum of Rick's breathing. A reminder that he was there, that this wasn't all some bizarre dream.

Changing into pajamas, your eyes flickered over some old photos up on your walls -your friends, all smiling and happy. You, Rick, and Shane -sometimes even Lori. It was filled with other things like your diploma and degree, family photos, little souvenirs, and just pictures you'd taken of places you'd been.

Rick looked the same as then, just a little more built. A little sturdier, and more confident in himself; kind of like he knew his place or had found it.

He didn't need you.

You shook the thought from your head and headed to bed -flicking out the lamp on your nightstand and forcing everything within you to sleep.

Waking up the next morning, you realized you forgot to get the Tylenol out for Rick. So with reluctance (it was your day off), you pulled yourself out and dug through your drawers to find it. It was quiet, so you assumed, he was still asleep. You would be if you could've.

Instead, however, when you roamed to your bedroom door -you were stalled still. Rick was up, silently looking at your wall with intense focus. Those pictures were of you, some with new work friends, with your family, with just pretty sights you'd seen; it was all you. He was staring a bit like he was in an art museum and your photos were the most fascinating piece he'd ever seen.

Your heart sped up in your chest.

Clearing your throat, he spun to you and you for a second forgot how to speak because those eyes were very clearly aware -skipping all over you like he couldn't believe you were real. You were a little embarrassed you were in your pajamas, suddenly.

Blinking and clearing your head, you spoke -a little awkwardly, "I got you some medicine to help with the... the headache."

Rick pushed his lips together, almost like he wasn't sure what to do -hands grabbing at each other, and rocking a little on his feet. It was like he wanted to say something or do something, but he just couldn't find the words or maybe the will.

He laughed, a little nervously, "Thanks, I... I'm not sure what to say."

You swallowed, before deciding to say, "You don't have to say anything, I get it. You were stranded, you were drunk out of your mind. I'm glad to help. Really."

"Stranded?" He questioned, and you wordlessly handed him the medicine -hands brushing against his. You ignored it.

"Well, yeah," you said, now a little uncertain, "-I can't imagine your visit was planned. I... You said Shane told you to come here, so I assumed he ditched you somewhere. Because he would, if given the chance."

Rick laughed a little at the private knowledge of your friend but there was something strained there -hidden. You weren't sure if you should ask.

"Look," you exhaled, "-I'm not going to poke and prod. I know I've... missed somethings but that's nobody's fault but mine. So-"

Rick seemed to look at you a type of way then, and your mind chimed that 'he knew'.

"I'm not going to ask you anything," you finished, wringing your hands -keeping them busy, "-you don't... you don't have to tell me anything either. I... Yeah."

"Why not?" He offered, and you could tell somehow he was a little disheartened -it made guilt curl up in your stomach.

"It's been five years," you laughed, incredulously, "-I kind of stopped talking to you, Shane, and Lori without warning."

He seemed to flinch slightly at the names, and you had another worried thought -trying to read him ever-so-slightly, "I didn't reach out to ya either."

"That's not-"

"In fact, I remember we stopped invitin' ya," Rick clarified, stepping closer.

"Only because I wasn't showing up," you countered, "-or I was leaving early, or wasn't really... there."

He hummed a little, and you could tell he was processing it all.

"I just, I'm sorry," you finally said, "-I had a lot going on then, and I felt like... That doesn't matter, I'm just sorry for everything."

Something passed through his eyes then, and you thought maybe it was understanding. He knew of your... thing, and he wasn't stupid. You knew he could connect the dots, you just hoped he wouldn't say anything about them. You couldn't handle that.

"It matters," he responded, slowly, "-Ya know, I tried... I tried to see you after we stopped invitin' ya, and your place was up for rent. Door was locked, but I asked the neighbors and they said you'd been gone for months."

You didn't think that he would come looking for you, any of them really. Your paths in life had just diverted and you thought it was a clean break, but... it wasn't. Rick was worrying about you through it all.

Before you could voice anything more, he continued, "They didn't even know where ya went."

I looked for you went unsaid. Your stomach tossed with guilt, a heavy feeling in your gut. It was for the best, but he didn't quite know that.

Well, he did actually. He knew exactly why you had disappeared, so why was he talking about this? Did he want to... Did he want to hear it from you? Confirm it?

Did he not believe it?

You sighed, clearing your throat, "I just needed a fresh start. I was... I was struggling there, and needed someplace new."

"Why didn't ya talk to me?"

God, you were getting into this now. You really, really did not want to. Maybe you could just-

"I would've," he started, slow, and something in him read as guilty, "-I would've done what I could to help."

"Rick," you exhaled, "-I know that. But what was happening then... couldn't be helped. It was something I had to navigate on my own."

"But-"

"Look, Rick," you cleared your throat, "-that was a long time ago, and I feel like all we're doing is dredging up old feelings. That I really..."

You trailed off, eyes getting foggy, before centering yourself and clearing your throat, "Just know, I had a reason, a good reason to leave you guys. I maybe didn't do it right, but I did it how I had to."

Rick was looking at you like you were a shining gem, precious; like the world was a storm and he wanted to shelter you, protect you from it. You weren't sure how to process that, so you just decided not to then.

He seemed to pause for a moment, before asking, gently, "What exactly did I tell ya last night?"

"Only a little," you clarified, "-uh, Shane told you to come here, and that you and Lori... um, aren't together anymore."

"Nothing else?"

You sighed, voice catching in your throat, "I really don't want to do this, Rick."

"Do what?" He asked, brow quirked.

"I've already-" you clenched your fingernails into your palms, "Okay, I know what Shane said to you. You told me last night, okay? We don't have to talk about it."

"I want to," he spoke, stepping closer.

You groaned, "Why? Why does it matter?"

"I just want to know-"

"If it's true?" You interrupted, before letting out a long intake of breath, voice shaking -no time better than now, "-Because if that's what you want to know, I can answer it. Yes. Yes, it's true."

Rick seemed to pause for a moment, something smoothing through his eyes.

"I left because of it," you clarified, as well, answering all the questions he could ask, "-and I wasn't... I wasn't ever going to tell you."

The silence was overwhelming then, as you sucked in a breath and kept your eyes trained on the floor. Your heart beating so fast in your chest, it made your head go fuzzy -your legs felt a little weak. You must've wobbled a little, because-

"Woah," he rushed to your side, one hand holding your waist, "-c'mon, let's sit you down, sweetheart."

It was instinctual, the name, and it wasn't like it was the first time you'd heard it from him. But even so, it just confused you. Everything about Rick Grimes calmed you down, but everything about your feelings made you lose it. The balance was strung so tight, you didn't know how to react.

Now, he sat across from you on the coffee table, long legs bumping into your knees -one hand sturdily on your shoulder, trying to meet your eyes. He just wanted to see if you were okay.

"I'm fine," you breathed out -meeting his eyes, "-just. I'm fine."

Rick nodded, and hesitantly pulled his hand back -you could still feel the warmth sprouted there. It made your head swirl, and part of you wanted to scream your lungs out; you can't still feel it now, that's not fair.

"Can I tell ya something?"

"What is..." you pursued, "-something?"

"A story," he clarified, hands fidgeting, "-I told you 'bout me and Lori, I want to be more specific."

"Rick, you don't have to-"

He laid a hand on your knee, ever so slightly touching -it cut the words from your lips, "I want to."

You didn't say a word.

"Few years, after you left," he started, "-I got hurt on the job. Ended up in pursuit unprepared, and the guy got my shoulder."

His hand seemed to move to the shoulder on instinct, though the scar was hidden under the shirt. You wondered for a moment what it would look like, before washing the idea of his skin out of your brain.

"Shane still your partner? Or-" you rambled a little, "-I know you guys planned it like that."

"Yeah," he smiled, "-Shane was there, kept me awake. But I... I ended up in the hospital for about a year. Half in a coma, and the other half making sure I wouldn't go back into one-"

"Jesus Christ," you muttered out, instinctually.

"And that last day," he started, something in his voice tightening, and on instinct, your hand shot to his leg -comforting. His eyes lingered on it a bit too long, before he slowly placed his palm on top of your skin and gently flipped your hand over. Calloused fingertips wrapped around your hand, and suddenly, they were intertwined -out of his own volition.

You swallowed back the flutter of butterflies in your stomach, you're just comforting him, focus.

"Lori was pregnant," Rick sighed out, big and long -something in him hurt, but something far bigger past it. You could tell, he had processed a lot of this.

"But you were-"

Rick just looked at you then, thumb rhythmically rubbing the skin on the back of your hand.

Oh.

"Shane...?" You offered slowly, carefully.

He exhaled, shakily, and you squeezed his palm -his eyes lingering on it far too long again, "They'd been together for a while. Didn't tell me how long, but I could guess."

You frowned.

"I felt so... so betrayed, and alone-" he started, and there was something heavy in his voice then, "-all I could think about was you."

"Rick," you nearly cooed.

"If," he swallowed, looking up to stop the tears from coming out (you had the thought they weren't for the infidelity, not anymore), "-If you felt like this, and 'at's why you left. I just felt so..."

"That's not fair to yourself," you explained, "-you were going through something so different. I-"

"Was I?" He offered, "-Really? 'Cause I think it was the same sort of feelin'-"

"No, no," you responded, "-very different, Rick. You... You hadn't been kicked out of your own will, I... I was. I can't imagine what you went through."

"You kinda can," he hummed out, and you got the impression he was talking about your feelings. Sure, you'd been heartbroken for years but that was nothing compared to the betrayal he'd experienced.

"Rick, we never-" you cleared your throat before starting again, "-I never said anything. There was nothing built up like you were with Lori, the walls didn't crumble. It was just... me."

He seemed like he wanted to say something in particular to you then, but he seemed to swipe it out of his head. Like maybe he was waiting.

"They're gettin' married," he exhaled, and your heart froze, "-'s why I was 'ere. Shane's bachelor party."

"Jesus Christ, Rick, what the hell-"

"Don't worry 'bout me," he looked at you, straight in the eyes, "-I'm past it, really. Just... brings up a lot."

"I know, but still-" you hissed out, a little frustrated, "-maybe I can show up uninvited and spill wine on her dress. Ooh, or stomp on Shane's toes-"

Rick laughed then, and you felt something in your gut warm at the noise, even more, when you saw the smile slip across his lips. There was something in his eyes that was twinkling and warm, you couldn't quite name it but had seen it before.

"Shane told me a few years back," he suddenly spoke, eyes focused on you -you wanted to squirm a little in your seat.

"Told you what? About him and Lori?"

"No, that you..." he clarified, words stuttering to a stop. Something in your gut snapped, and words just started coming out.

"Look, Rick," you echoed, a little distantly, but meaning all the same, "-you don't have to pity me. I know it's been a long fucking time, since we were kids, but-"

His face seemed to slow, something in his mind, "Since we were kids?"

Shit.

"Forget that I said that," you cleared your throat, mind running a mile a minute and feeling the fluster crawl up your throat (you tried to pull away your hand but he kept it tight), "-please. This is embarrassing enough."

"It's not," he spoke, comforting, "-don't be embarrassed. I'm just... I'm shocked. I never knew 'at... as far as high school?"

You sighed, succumbing, "Before I even met you. I was a member of the school population, about 80 percent of those people were into you so-"

"Yeah, sure," he hummed, a little in disbelief, "-but you?"

You didn't know exactly what that meant or what to say to that. It almost seemed like he was saying that you were leagues above him which was... unbelievable to say the least.

"I didn't know you were an option," he mumbled out, "-at all. I thought..."

"You really can't be this surprised."

"I am!" He offered in response, and you absent-mindedly noticed that he was still holding your hand. You tugged at it but he still didn't let up.

"There were other tutors, ya know," Rick mumbled out, slow and in a barely-there whisper.

"Of course," you laughed, "-it's high school."

"I didn't," he started, fidgeting with your hand, grip still solid but he was playing with your fingers, "-I didn't actually need the tutoring."

"Why would you-"

"'Thought ya were cute," he offered, and you swallowed heavily -trying again to pull your hand away. Focus. What could you even focus on anymore?

"Rick, don't-" your voice shook, and you pulled your hand back finally, "-don't do that."

"Do what?" He questioned, big blue eyes and your stomach was twisted in knots. You couldn't do this, not now.

"There's no," you echoed out, standing up and taking steps away from him, "-there was no us, and it's been five years. You don't even know me anymore."

"I want to," he stood, matching your eyes -something in him nearly pleading, "-I really want to."

You took a shaky breath in, taking some more steps back, "Rick, your mind is not clear. Your ex-wife is marrying the man she had an affair with, you are just lonely. And I will not be wanted because... because you just want to feel loved."

"I'm not," he breathed, desperately like the oxygen was being sucked out of his lungs, "-Y/N, I'm not-"

"I won't," you repeated, your eyes getting foggy and voice shaky, "-I won't, Rick. That's not fair."

"Look at me, sweetheart," he was soft and gentle, stepping forward and tilting your face up with his hands, "-I'm not."

"You-"

"I've had years to... to process me and Lori," he explained, slow and patient, "-and a few months after 'at Shane told me. I've had years to... to process you."

"I don't-" you exhaled.

"'S all new to me, but-" He dropped his hands to yours -wrapping his around them, "-I know I feel somethin'. Felt somethin' even then, I just didn't... know it."

"Rick, please," you hummed out, "-I can't do this. I really can't. It's been years-"

"I came lookin' for ya for a reason," he continued, moving his head to match your eyes, "-Shane didn't just drop me off. I got drunk for courage, and I don't think either of us knew just how much."

"You were here for me? I thought you said-"

"'Is bachelor party was a few cities over," he explained, "-Shane recognized the city name, and we got a cab."

"That is so stupid," you chastised, "-is Shane still out there? You guys could've-"

"He called Lori," he quickly interrupted, trying to soothe you, "-Think she picked 'im up."

"You think?"

"No, okay, she did," he reassured, his hands coming to rest on your arms, "-I know I wouldn't 'ave left if she didn't."

"Good," your breaths slowed, "-okay."

"Y/N," he started again, and you just couldn't.

"No, don't-" you began, but then you looked at him. Really looked at him. He was looking at you so carefully, like if he said a wrong word, you'd disappear. Or maybe like he could hardly believe you were standing in front of him.

Maybe he really-

You pursed your lips, letting out a long sigh, "Okay, look. I'll make you a deal."

Rick raised an eyebrow but still seemed so very eager. Excited even, you bit back a smile.

"When's the wedding?" You asked, gears turning in your head.

"A few months from now," he answered, and you could tell he was a little confused -the furrow of his brow and quirk of his lip. He was still so much the same.

"If you," you held his hands between the two of you, "-if you still feel the same then, we'll talk."

"'At's-" he opened his mouth.

"Your best friend and ex-wife are getting married, Rick," you reiterated, "-you do not have a clear mind, I can't believe it. But if you, by some miraculous reason, do, your feelings shouldn't change."

He pursed his lips, something shadowing over his face, sighing, "Okay."

"Don't make that face," you groaned, "-what I'm saying is completely sensible."

"It is," he agreed before his features fell into something else, "-just didn't wanna wait anymore, I guess."

"You're not going to guilt me, Grimes."

His eyes twinkled -mischievously, settling into a blinding smile and throwing your hands down in defeat, "'S worth a try."

"Plus," you added, "-we can catch up on what we missed. Might be nice."

"Ya don't 'ave to convince me anymore," he laughed, "-I'm doin' it."

You smiled at that, and his only got brighter because of it. You schooled your racing heart back into place.

"Friends?" You offered your hand for a shake -expectantly.

He smiled then, it reached his eyes and was all crinkly, "Friends."

[devnmon]

Hidden Comforts (Under the Covers)

Summary: Winter in the prison keeps Daryl awake for days, and it seems his only solution for rest is seeking you out in the dead of night.

a/n: yep. it’s me, devnmon, writing yet another daryl fic after months of not writing. here’s one of my favorite trope(s), tweaked a bit for the likes of this fic: the one bed trope. lots of cute pining from both sides, shyness and uncertainty for the like of the masses. i hope u guys will survive as this is the softest shit i’ve ever fucking wrote. enjoy <3 [credit 2 cafekitsune for dividers]

warnings: none

wc: 2k

Windows froze solid shook against the wind and ice raining down from the sky, along with inches upon inches of snow to make the prison courtyard a white frontier. The only thing this kind of weather helped was depleting the amount of walkers around, ones who hadn’t frozen solid against a tree or upright in the ice.

Among the cold walls of the prison, a shiver of slight wind continuously fled through the building. There were god knows how many cracks in the foundation, windows that were void of panes, not to mention the ginormous hole in one of the halls that had been sealed off from the otherwise livable quarters. All the rebuilding of your home, yet the frigid temperatures persisted.

It was cold enough outside, your group couldn’t help the breeze finding its way in above all they’ve done to patch the place up. There was no way of setting a fire for just a smidge of warmth, either. So, the remaining members of your group were left to the clothes on their backs, and whatever they’d scavenged from the cells to help fend off the frozen temperatures.

Outside, the wind rapped against windows and a shiver ran through your body. You’d been hunched over in your cell, layers upon layers of clothing attempted to clothe yourself from the weather. It did nothing to help the cold from seeping to your core. Your teeth chittered against one another, a hand wrapping around the wool blanket from your mattress to cover your body with it.

From a distance, you heard footsteps down the hall. Probably just Rick or Daryl making their rounds in the cell blocks to see how everyone was holding up during the storm. It was hard for everyone, especially the new people taken in from Woodbury and Judith, Rick’s infant daughter, to deal with this discomfort of winter.

Thudding of feet on the stone flooring became louder minute by minute, knowing now that it had to be one of the two men, now, leaders of your group of survivors you called family. You weren’t as advanced as Daryl was with his tracking, so you really couldn’t tell which one of the men it was. Though, as the steps became louder, it came to your attention the distinct sound of heeled boots, as well as metal clinking on his belt. It was only a moment before you heard the sound of the sheet blocking your cell doorway being pulled back.

“Hey. How you holdin’ up?”

Hesitating on movement at first, you sighed, then turned toward the southern voice in the doorway. Rick stood in the hallway, hand on his hip, the other holding the curtain back.

“Hey, Rick. I’m... hanging in there… best I can. Not much I can do to change how fucking cold it is but… how’s everyone else doing?”

You hear him respond from the hall, “They’re managing. Carl was askin’ about you though, wanted to make sure you were okay. He’s spending the night with Judith.”

“Mm, okay. I’ll check in with him later… or tomorrow. Whenever I’m not freezing my ass off..” Chuckling, you shift the blanket tighter around you.

“Right, well don’t freeze to death tonight, ‘kay? We need you,” He says, beginning to drop the curtain until he pulls it back open and says, “Daryl was askin’ about you earlier.”

“Daryl was? What- what did he say?” You double blinked in surprise at such an idea.

You had just recently become close with him, but it would be a lie if you said you weren’t holding back some teeny tiny feelings for him. A teeny tiny crush that made being in the mere presence of him overwhelming. Your palms always began sweating whenever he got close to you, making your voice shake and train of thought lost in the way he held himself. Daryl was intimidating, but you knew he was kind, and even quite funny amidst the struggles he’s been through.

“Somethin’ about him not being able to sleep in this cold. Was wondering the same about you. He’ll probably be up all night...” Rick scratched the back of his head.

“Poor guy... I mean I thought he was a night owl, but I couldn’t imagine not being able to sleep at all.” You stated, concern for him growing.

“He’s had it rough. But I don’t think he’ll put his head down even if he got within an inch of being tired. Would you check on him if you get the chance?”

“Sure. You should go get some rest yourself. You definitely need it.”

“Yeah, I’ll try. Have a good night.” You smile at him this time as he drops the sheet fully this time, the clicking of his heeled boots drifting away.

What kept you awake for the next half hour was the thought of what went on behind those pretty eyes of his, always considering everyone around him while not thinking of himself at all. You sigh, I wish I could make things better for you. Show you how much love you deserve. Fuck…

You drift off after that, succumbing to fatigue that had your eyelids feeling a hundred pounds heavy.

A couple hours pass before slight stirring outside your small room catches your observant ear. It was far past midnight yet, late enough for everyone with a normal sleep schedule to be out like a light.

You lay in bed, eyes still closed, thinking, who the hell is up at this hour?

The footsteps fade to nothing, thinking whoever it was went back to sleep, perhaps to use the bathroom or something. Then you heard someone clear their throat from the hall, sounding right outside your sheet. It’s then your eyes shot open, peering over to the entrance of the room. You’re about to call out, but remember the dozens of sleeping individuals in the other cells. So you wait.

Sure enough, you hear a sigh still outside of your room, patiently waiting for some, if any, response.

You hear a faint call out of your name, given by someone with a low, surly voice. It takes a minute to register in your head as to who it was, and then you remember what Rick told you earlier.

“Daryl? That you?” Rubbing your eyes from sleep, you sit up.

“Yeah, ‘s me.” You hear his faint footsteps approach slowly, his silhouette painting a dark figure against the white of your sheet. His hand lifts it, peering in with curiosity.

“Come- come in. You don’t have to stay out there.” You state, waving him into the cell, noticing his poncho thrown over his usual leather jacket and shirt. When he’s fully in the room, you notice the dark circles lingering under his blues, proving Rick’s knowledge of the man was true.

“I didn’t wake ya, did I? Shit- couldn’t sleep. Been up forever.”

Shaking your head, you give a small smile, “No, don’t worry. I got some sleep but the cold wasn’t really helping.”

He nods, chewing the inner side of his lip.

“What’s up, Daryl?”

“I just- Ya know this weather, there ain’t a smidge of heat in this damn prison. No matter how many blankets I got.” He half chuckles, but you can tell it’s more of a scoff. Daryl’s wringing his hands within each other and pacing across the floor.

“I know, feels like I’m wearing ten layers of clothes just to not freeze to death. It’s fucking awful. Like I’ve never seen…” You stop for a moment, taking in his stressed state before he glances at you, “Uh.. never seen Georgia of all places have harsh snow like this. Lived here all my life and it’s never been this bad.”

“Yeah, me too. Except that was when we had electricity, and fuckin- road pavers or some shit. I don’t fuckin’ know.” Daryl picks up the chuckle you let out at his words, and you’re nodding when he looks over again.

“Hey, listen. It’s late and I know you didn’t come all the way from the perch to talk to me about the weather.. so really, what’s on your mind?”

Daryl’s pacing halts abruptly, knowing you can read him like a book. It feels as though his stomach turns inside out when he thinks about what he really wants to say. “I uh… I’ve been up for probably two, no, three days now, haven’t been able to sleep since the cold. And… fuck.“

“You know you can tell me anything.” He huffs out a breath and nods to himself, almost like he’d been trying to hype himself up for wanted, no, needed to say. His hesitation had already made you anxious and you wanted to pick his brain to ease all his worries. But you stayed silent and let him speak.

“Okay, listen. I’m damn freezing… and uh, I know you run warm. Like a damn furnace in the summer. But I was wonderin’ if… You wouldn’t mind if I… um, lay with ya?”

You hold off on responding for a moment as his words turn the gears in your head. Daryl wanted to… lay in bed? With you? Just the idea of his body that close to you made your hands sweat. Your eyes darted around swiftly, before you responded.

“Like, in- in my bed? With me?”

“Uh, yeah. Feels like that’s the only way I’m gonna be able to get some shuteye.” His eyebrows furrowed, and you noticed his fidgeting hands. Your silence made him immediately think it was a shit idea and he should’ve just kept it to himself. Should’ve just suffered through the fatigue and gone back to his perch. He began to realize you were about to deny him. What was he thinking?

“Daryl, this bed is not big enough for the two of us.” You chuckled playfully and watched his stern face drop.

“Oh, alrigh’. Sorry t’bother ya.” He began to turn his broad shoulders toward the door.

“But…”

He froze in his steps, turning back.

“Your warmth and rest is more important to me. So, get your ass over here.” A small smile formed on your tired face, painting the tips of his ears red. Daryl kicked off his shoes by the doorway and padded over to your bed. Once you moved to lay down on your side, you lay your head on the edge of your pillow, inviting him to share the blanket with you, your arm out in a welcoming embrace.

Daryl, still caught off guard with the fact that you were letting him be this close to you, kept his poncho on and crawled in next to you on the creaky mattress. He wasn’t surprised at the warmth radiating off you once he fully laid down next to you. The second he looked up at your face, the realization that your faces were inches away made his eyes widen.

“Glad you’re not one to shy away in close quarters..” You giggle, gazing at his facial features for the first time, and this is as close as the two of you have ever been. A corner of his mouth quirks upwards, the smallest inkling of a smile on his face.

“This tiny ass bed is somehow more comfy than mine. Maybe ‘cause you’re here..” You could tell Daryl’s fatigue was catching up with him, as his words slurred, and his eyes began to flutter closed. A piece of his hair falls in front of his eyes, and you move your hand up to move it from covering his eyelids. Once your fingertip ghosts over his face, he flinched, only slightly for a moment and remembered you’re there. He knows you’d never hurt him, leaning into your movement, his shoulders easing up their tightness.

“Shh.. get some rest. We’ll talk tomorrow.” Your voice is low and soft, it right about lulls him to sleep.

“M’kay, sunshine.” Daryl scoots in, pressing an inch or so closer to you. You don’t realize at first, but his right hand lays directly on top of yours. His warm hand caresses your palm, slightly moving your fingers to intertwine in his. You cup his cheek, and lightly press a kiss to his forehead. He grumbles to himself a bit more, till you sense he’s fallen asleep, allowing your eyes to flutter closed as well.

He's warm and familiar, safe and closer than ever. You wanted to breathe in the scent of his leather jacket and never let go.

Seems like you were just what he needed for a good night’s rest.

[daryltwdixon]

The Ruins of Us: Chapter 28

Summary: Sitting by the fire, you feel uneasy and anxious, your mind drifting to what’s happening in the barn. The group is silent, reflecting on Randy’s uncertain fate, and the tension is thick. When Rick emerges with Carl, visibly shaken, you realize something didn’t go as planned. When you get up to look for Daryl, wondering what happened in the barn, you witness a horrific scene. In a flashback, Daryl is attacked by the group of men keen on sending a message. When Shane appears, Daryl remains defiant, unyielding to his threats. But Shane’s message is clear—stay away, or face worse consequences.

warnings: violence!!! gore!!! walker violence/death!!! Character death!!!

notes: not me realizing til after posting this that the pics of Shane are literally the same LOL

You stayed close to the group, sitting on the outskirts by the fire, though your mind kept drifting to what was about to happen in the barn. The flickering flames danced across the faces of those around you, casting long shadows on the ground as the night fully claimed the sky. The stars above sparkled faintly, indifferent to the tension settling over camp. You had chosen to stay, figuring it would be better not to follow Daryl and Rick to the barn. Especially with Shane going too. A knot of unease twisted in your stomach, but you shoved it down. Daryl had just nodded, not saying much when Rick asked him to help with Randy. That blank acceptance worried you.

You glanced at the others, their faces dimly lit by the fire. No one said much. The silence weighed heavily on everyone—everyone knew what was coming. Randy’s fate was sealed, and whether they agreed with it or not, there wasn’t much anyone could do now.

You pulled your knees to your chest, feeling the warmth of the fire but not its comfort. Your gaze darted over to the barn, but you couldn’t make anything out in the dark. Shane’s anger, Rick’s responsibility, Daryl’s quiet compliance—it all felt wrong, like the group was splintering under the weight of too many hard decisions.

Suddenly, movement caught your eye. Rick emerged from the shadows, Carl walking close beside him. You hadn’t heard a gunshot, no sound of Randy being "dealt with." Confusion rippled through you as Rick walked toward Lori, his face tense but softer than you’d expected.

“He wanted to watch,” Rick said, his voice rough, laced with a strain you rarely heard from him. Lori stood immediately, wrapping her arms around Carl as she held him at his sides, steadying him like she was afraid he might collapse. “I couldn’t,” Rick added, his voice cracking just slightly.

“That’s okay,” Lori murmured softly, stroking Carl’s back as she pulled him closer. “That’s okay.”

The tenderness of the moment felt like a stark contrast to everything else around you. For a second, it was just the three of them—Rick, Lori, and Carl—locked in their own little world. You looked away, feeling like an intruder on something too private, too raw.

You couldn’t help but wonder what had happened back at the barn. Why hadn’t Rick gone through with it? What had stopped him? And where were Shane and Daryl?

You watched as Rick and Lori held onto Carl, their embrace tight and protective. Rick’s anguished face flickered in the firelight, his eyes briefly meeting yours before they shifted toward the barn—toward the place where he had almost killed a man. The weight of the decision clung to him like a shadow, and you could feel it, the heaviness pressing down on everyone.

Your gaze followed his to the barn, the pit in your stomach growing as you searched the darkness, trying to find any sign of Daryl. It had been just him, Shane, and Randy back there, and now the silence gnawed at you, a quiet kind of dread settling in your bones. No gunshot, no raised voices—just nothing. And that scared you more than anything.

You shifted on your feet, antsy and uneasy, before finally standing up. The fire's warmth flickered behind you as you stepped away from the group. Maybe Daryl had already gone back to your tent. Maybe he didn’t want to be around anyone after whatever had happened in that barn. You hoped that was all it was.

As you walked through the field, the cool night air brushed against your skin, the distant hum of crickets filling the silence. Your eyes scanned the darkened landscape, searching for any sign of him. But instead, something else caught your attention. The back of Dale’s bucket hat bobbed in the distance, his slow, deliberate pace drawing your focus.

You paused, wondering for a moment where he was going at this hour. It wasn’t like Dale to wander off alone, especially not with everything going on. Your curiosity piqued, but then, a chill ran down your spine as you spotted something else.

A figure was closing in behind him. It moved with an unsteady gait, its limbs jerking in that familiar, sickening way. Your heart sank as recognition hit you like a punch to the gut. It was a walker.

Panic flared in your chest. You were too far away to shout, too far to reach him before the walker could. You froze for a split second, the world around you narrowing to that one horrifying moment—Dale, oblivious, and the walker gaining on him.

Your feet moved before you could think, instinct taking over as you sprinted across the field, your heart pounding in your ears.

Oh Fuck.

You watch as—suddenly, the walker throws Dale to the ground in a rush, right as he realizes what’s coming. Your eyes widen, heart leaping into your throat as your legs kick into motion, hitting the ground running. "Dale!" you scream, your voice raw as panic takes over. His screams of horror reach you, but the blood pounding in your ears muffles everything as your footsteps hit the earth at a desperate speed.

"Dale!" you yell again, your lungs burning as you close the distance. Others are behind you, catching up, but none of it matters. All you see is the thing ripping into Dale's stomach, the gruesome scene slowly, horribly making sense in your mind. Right then, someone rushes to him, from the left of the field, throwing the walker to the side and driving a knife into its skull without a second thought.

"Help! Over here!" the voice is screaming, his voice desperate. You finally skid to a halt, just in time to see Daryl beside Dale, his face pale with shock and urgency. You freeze, the sight paralyzing you for a moment, your breath catching in your chest.

Hershel rushes over, Rick already barking orders to get Dale inside. But as you approach, you hear Hershel’s grim voice cut through the chaos: "He won’t make it back to the house." His words hang in the air, and your gaze locks on Dale’s open, bloodied stomach, his insides spilling out in a horrific, unrelenting mess.

Rick is yelling, calling for supplies, insisting Hershel operate right there, right now. But you can see it, same as Hershel—the old man won’t survive this. Dale is dying right in front of you, and he doesn’t have more than a few minutes. Maybe less.

Hershel’s hand rests heavily on Rick’s shoulder, shaking his head. All around you, there’s sobbing, screaming, but it’s like you’re underwater, hearing everything from far away. Andrea kneels by Dale’s head, holding his face in her hands, her voice thick with tears. "He’s suffering. Please, do something," she pleads, her words choked with anguish.

Rick steps forward, his movements slow, pained, as he pulls his gun from its holster. Shane’s eyes are wide, disbelieving, and everything feels like it’s happening too fast and too slow at the same time.

Rick moves to the front of Dale, trembling, his hands shaking so violently he can barely hold the gun straight. A long moment stretches out, the night air thick with silence, the only sound your pulse hammering in your ears and Dale’s ragged cries of pain.

Then Daryl steps forward. Quietly, firmly, he places his hand on the gun, gently taking it from Rick. Their eyes meet in silent understanding.

Oh god.

Suddenly, strong arms wrap around you, pulling you back, away from the horror in front of you. The grip is familiar, protective, and before you can fully process it, you bury your face into Shane’s chest. His voice is soft above you, almost soothing. "You don’t need to watch this." A sob breaks free from you as you clutch onto his shirt, your eyes squeezed shut.

"Sorry, brother," you hear Daryl say, his voice low, steady.

And then the gunshot splits the air, echoing across the clearing.

X flashback x

Daryl

Daryl barely had time to react before the first punch landed, sending a sharp shock of pain radiating through his jaw. He staggered back, but the two men were on him before he could find his footing, fists slamming into his ribs and stomach in brutal succession. He tried to block the blows, his body twisting, muscles screaming in protest as another punch hit his side. One of them grabbed his shirt, yanking him forward before driving a fist into his gut again, knocking the wind from his lungs.

Gasping, he doubled over, instinctively trying to cover himself, but they didn’t let up. The other guy aimed a hard kick at the back of his leg, making him stumble to his knees. Daryl’s vision blurred, the night around him spinning as they kept swinging, fists crashing into his body, splitting his lip, bruising his ribs. He spat blood onto the ground, breathing hard, every movement now a fight just to stay upright.

He tried to push himself up, gritting his teeth against the pain, but another kick knocked him flat, his body crumpling to the ground. His fingers dug into the gravel, breath ragged, as his thoughts raced—he was used to a fight, used to pain, but this… this was different. There was something more deliberate behind their blows, like they weren’t just out to hurt him—they were sending a message.

Just as his mind began to drift, the men grabbed him by the arms, roughly hoisting him to his knees. His body screamed in protest, his knees scraping against the dirt as they dragged him upright. Blood dripped from his mouth onto his jacket, and his head lolled forward, too heavy to lift for a moment. He coughed, trying to catch his breath, his entire body aching.

The sound of a car door slamming made his ears ring even louder, and as his eyes refocused, he saw a figure stepping out of the backseat, slowly walking toward him. Shane. Daryl’s jaw tightened, but even through the pain, he felt a surge of defiance rise up in him. There was no way in hell he was letting Shane win this.

The two men seemed to have done enough, as they hoisted him up, their arms coming up under his armpits to sit him on his knees, locking his arms behind him.

Shane came to a stop right in front of him, his eyes cold and full of fury. Without a word, he reached down and grabbed a fistful of Daryl's hair, yanking his head back so he had to look up at him. Daryl winced at the sharp pull but forced himself to meet Shane’s gaze, his lips curling into a defiant smirk.

"Guess my warning didn’t stick the first time, huh?" Shane’s voice was low, but dripping with venom. "You still hangin' around her, callin’ her, thinkin’ you can just ignore what I said?"

Daryl didn’t flinch. Despite the pain coursing through his body, despite the blood trickling down his chin, he wasn’t going to give Shane the satisfaction. His smile widened, even as the ache in his scalp grew. “Not my fault she enjoys my company more, Walsh,” he rasped, voice thick with mockery. "Maybe it’s just hard for me to ignore her when she’s the one who came to me .”

Shane’s grip tightened in Daryl’s hair, yanking his head back even further. “You think this is a game, huh? You think you can just run your mouth and keep screwin’ around behind my back?” Shane’s voice grew more threatening, his face inches from Daryl’s now. “I told you once—I’m tellin’ you again. Stay the hell away from her. Don’t talk to her, don’t even look at her. You see her, you turn the other way. Got it?”

Shane’s fury was palpable now, his whole body stiff with rage. For a moment, he just stared into Daryl’s eyes, the deep brown of them searching, thinking of his next move. Suddenly, he swung his free arm back and punched Daryl in the gut again, making him double over in the men’s hold. Then, he shoved Daryl’s head to the side, releasing his grip in disgust, the two men finally letting go. Daryl crumpled forward but caught himself, breathing hard, blood dripping from his lip onto the ground below him.

“Back off, Dixon,” Shane spat, stepping back as his fists clenched at his sides. “Or next time, I won’t be so fuckin' nice.”

[thewalkingthread]

I Do - R.G.

pairing: rick grimes x f!reader

summary: you and rick finally tie the knot

warnings: fluff, rick's a softie, implied smut but no actual smut

a/n: might be doing one for Daryl too if it's wanted! not proofread

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm and golden glow over the Alexandria Safe-Zone. It was a day unlike any other, a day filled with hope and celebration, a day that you had been waiting for a long time – your wedding day.

You never thought you'd get married in general. Then the world fell apart and the door was slammed completely shut with the key tossed into the ocean. You never could've imagined getting married in what the world has become. Especially to Rick Grimes.

As the community bustled with preparations, you stood in front of a full-length mirror in your simple yet elegant white dress. As silly as it sounds, you went on multiple runs with Maggie and Daryl to find a dress you liked. It sounds stupid really, the world is infested with walkers and you're out looking for a wedding dress. Nevertheless, everyone insisted that you find a dress that makes you feel special. Dead world or not, you're getting married and they wanted it to be perfect for you and Rick.

Your heart raced with anticipation, your hands trembling with a mix of nerves and excitement. Maggie stood behind you, combing through your hair and pinning it back.

"You really do look beautiful, hon." Maggie smiled, at you through the mirror.

In another part of Alexandria, Rick was dressed in a suit, straightening his tie with a determined expression. The weight of his responsibility as the leader of their community had never been greater, but today, it was all about the love he shared with you. Nothing else mattered.

As the time approached, you made your way to the makeshift outdoor altar, where their friends and fellow survivors had gathered. The sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, and the atmosphere was filled with a sense of unity and joy.

You saw him before he saw you. Carl was by your side, your arm looped through his as you held a makeshift bouquet of wildflowers. The chatter died down when the crowd noticed you approaching. You let out an awkward chuckle. You've been leading this community with Rick, you've spoken to every single one of these people. Yet their gaze on you left you shifting uncomfortably in your spot.

Carl's hand lands on yours. "It's okay. If you fall, I'll make sure to fall harder." He teases, offering me some reassurance.

When Rick locks eyes with you, he is utterly captivated. You walked down the aisle with as steadily as you can, your eyes locked onto his. The love that passed between you was palpable, a connection that had survived the darkest of days. Everyone could feel it. Rick's eyes watered as you started the trek towards him. You could tell he was trying his best to fight it, but you noticed the quiver in his lips and the way he wiped his eyes as quickly as possible.

You reached the end of the aisle, Carl handing you off to his father, he kisses your cheek and shakes hands with his dad, a sight that causes the audience to chuckle amongst themselves.

Rick grasps yours hands in his, giving them a squeeze as he looks you up and down. "Absolutely stunning." He whispers, loud enough for you to hear.

As you stood before Gabe, you and Rick exchanged your vows, promises of love and support that had grown stronger through the trials and tribulations you had faced together. Your friends watched with smiles and teary eyes, grateful for this moment of happiness in a world so often plagued by despair.

The exchange of rings sealed your commitment, and Gabe smiled, "By the power vested in me and in the presence of your friends and family, I now pronounce you husband and wife."

Rick sealed your union with a passionate kiss, swooping your body close to him as his lips molded against yours. Cheers and applause erupted from the crowd.

The celebration continued well into the night, with music, dancing, and a feast prepared by the members of Alexandria. It was a day of joy, unity, and a reminder that love could still flourish in the darkest of times.

Music played through speakers as people enjoyed themselves. Couples and friends gathered on the dance floor, surrounding you and Rick as you swayed to the slow song.

You looked up at Rick with an abundance of love in your eyes. Your hand clasped onto his with his other hand holding you close on the small of your back.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight, Mrs. Grimes?" Rick's voice is low, his lips stay hovering over yours as you swayed.

"You have," You nod. "But say it again." You smile.

"You look beautiful," He hums, rubbing the tip of his nose against yours.

"The other part." You insist. Rick raises an eyebrow.

"Mrs. Grimes?" He questions. You smile, pressing your lips against his.

"Don't think I'll ever get tired of hearing it." You bite your lip.

A smile spreads on Rick's face. "Don't think I'll e'er get tired of sayin it," He agrees.

His eyes linger at the crowd, people were getting drunk. Daryl had found a bunch of alcohol on his last run. Normally we wouldn't bother to bring it back, but apparently a wedding calls for all the alcohol.

"Think they'll notice if we sneak off?" He whispers against your ear. "You look amazing in this dress but it's taking everything in me not to rip it off of you right now." He grunts.

Your thighs squeeze together at his words, glancing around. You shake your head, "Let's get out of here." Your tugging on his hand instantly, leading him off the dance floor and towards the houses.

You pass Michonne and Daryl on the way. They both raise their beer glasses up to you, knowing exactly where it is you're about to run off to.

"Better not have meh runnin for formula in 9 months!" Daryl hollers after you two. You both send him a middle finger before running off towards your house.

His hands are on you the moment the front door slams shut. He's unzipping your dress, shoving it down your body as fast as he can.

"Should-" He kisses you between words. "Pick it-" Kiss. "Up." Kiss. "Carl wi-"

"Carl and Judith's staying at Daryl's tonight. He knows better than to sleep here on our wedding night." Rick grunt's. His hands grip the back of your thighs before hoisting you up, you wrap your legs around his waist as he kisses on your chest, clumsily making his way up the stairs to your bedroom.

"Careful, cowboy." You giggle as he stumbles on a few steps. He tosses you on the bed, immediately undoing his tie as he admires your naked body.

"How'd I get so lucky?" He hums.

You smile, "Come show me how lucky you are."

Rick falls on top of you, his arms on either side of you, holding him up. "Oh I plan to. Hope you've got enough energy. You're not going to be getting much sleep tonight, darlin."

[smutinlovealt]

Carl Grimes x fem!reader smut

You looked at Carl in disbelief. You fought a few times, but it never got this bad. "Carl, get back here!" You shouted. He turned around. The same cold look in his eyes was a familiar thing, which you hated. "What is it, Y/N?" "Carl, just listen to me, please." You moved closer to him, putting your hands on his chest. "I'm... listening," he said. You smiled.

As you were about to speak, Carl pressed his lips against yours, sealing the gap between the two of you. He slammed the door to your bedroom shut.

You felt his hands unbutton your shirt; he took it off and threw it across the room.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk," he whispered in your ear. You gulped. (Carl omg🤭)

He removed your bra, you blushed as you tried hiding yourself. "Fuck, Y/N. You're so beautiful," He said as he kissed down your neck. He sucked your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. "Carl!" You moaned.

"You ready, doll?" You nodded in response. He kissed you again, slowly removing your panties. "You're so wet for me."

You whimpered as you felt his tip rub against your clit. He put one of your legs on his shoulder as he went inside you. You held onto him tight. "Fuck..." You moaned. He started thrusting faster, hitting your g-spot. You moaned loudly as you started to feel the heat build up in your core. "Carl, I'm gonna come—"

"Who said you could?"

"No!" You whined as he pulled out. "Get on your knees." You pouted. You did what he said, getting on your knees. You were panting hard as he got closer to you. "Suck." He commanded. You wrapped your lips around the tip, you looked up at him as you moved your head down his shaft.

"That's a good girl." Carl smirked.He grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you closer. "I'm gonna cum." He said. He released his loud into your mouth. You swallowed every last drop.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth. "You enjoyed that didn't you, you dirty little whore." You blushed. "Maybe I did?" You laughed. He picked you up and threw you onto your bed. "You're mine."

You grinned as he said that. He looked at you before abruptly pounding into you. "F-fuck, Carl—" "Ron could never fuck you like this. You're mine, Y/N. My dirty little whore." You moaned. He was rough, and to you he was perfect. "Carl, I—I'm gonna come."

"Then come, slut." He thrusted faster, he grabbed onto your hips.

"Fuck, Carl I'm—" You came on his cock again. He removed himself, laying down next to you on the bed. "You okay?" You nodded. He wrapped his arms around you, you placed your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

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The start was wowww and the end was cute. I'm shocked. Anyway, love this, love that.

[carlsdarling]

Edging Carl Grimes 😱 I want that boy at my mercy, crying and begging and squirming. Maybe you get interrupted and have to stop, leaving Carl at that edge for the rest of the day, and he basically looses his shit the second you touch him later that night.

Ghost

Y/N seducing Carl and then leaving him at the edge, coming back later and he just can't wait... Basically plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw

You had been visiting Carl, and now you were sitting in his room, wasting your time playing video games. The weather was gray and nasty; you would have preferred not to leave the house at all today, but later you were assigned to guard duty.

You noticed Carl kept eyeing you from the side when he thought you wouldn't notice. "Carl, what's going on?" you asked at one point, annoyed. He made an innocent face. "Stop looking at me all the time," you scolded, "It's distracting me from the game."

"Okay," he grumbled, but it wasn't five minutes before it happened again.

"Carl!" you objected, "that's not funny."

"Um, it's not meant to be funny, either," he pressed on, blushing.

"So, what's going on? Spill the beans," you demanded irritably, putting down the game controller.

"I was just thinking how pretty you are," he said softly. "And that I'd like to kiss you."

You were speechless for a moment. In fact, you'd been interested in Carl for a while, but you'd always felt that interest was unrequited. "Well," you said then, confused. "Why don't you just do it?"

Carl glanced in disbelief, but then leaned in to gently place his lips on yours. He kissed nicely, and you snuggled up to him. Soon your kisses grew hotter and your tongues played eagerly with each other, and you began tentatively stroking each other all over. You were getting hornier and felt your panties getting wet and sticky. You pulled away from Carl for a moment, causing him to protest in disappointment. "Shhh," you murmured, brushing his dark hair out of his face. His nose was just adorable, and you blew a kiss on it.

"Do we have to stop?" asked Carl, wanting to touch you again. His eyes looked dark with lust, and he didn't bother to hide the bulge in his jeans.

"Depends," you replied, "Do you have condoms?" He nodded sheepishly. "Why are you hoarding condoms here?" you immediately probed suspiciously.

"Because... because I've been dreaming of fucking you for a while now," he admitted, embarrassed.

Surprising him, you stripped off your colorful summer dress and put it aside. You were not wearing a bra, and Carl stared in amazement at your bare breasts. "Well then," you said, and it sounded warm and inviting, and you surrendered yourself to his caresses. You sat astride his lap so that he could take your nipples in his mouth and suck on them, almost making you cum. Horny, you moved your hips against his, feeling his hard one.

"Y/N? Can we seal the deal now?" gasped Carl. "It won't take long anyway, I'm worried. I'm so incredibly horny."

You smiled at him and undid his belt, then tampered with the buttons of his jeans while kissing his belly. Carl began to whimper impatiently and squirm on the floor beneath you.

Then there were footsteps on the stairs. "Y/N?" Michonne shouted.

You and Carl looked at each other in dismay and moved apart as if you had been bitten. Hastily, you grabbed your dress and put it on, while Carl zipped up his belt, just as the door opened. Michonne stared at you. "What are you guys doing?" she asked suspiciously.

"Oh. We're just gaming," Carl said vaguely, pointing to the Play Station. His cheeks were flushed, and he looked downright distressed. He had laid down on his stomach in front of the TV so Michonne wouldn't see his boner.

"Y/N, did you forget your guard duty?" chided Michonne.

Guiltily, you bowed your head. "Yes. I'm sorry," you said contritely, getting up to put on your jacket and leave.

During the hours that followed on the wall, you not only froze in your thin dress, you thought about Carl nonstop, and the throbbing wetness between your legs nearly drove you insane.

By the time your guard duty was over, it was late evening, and you decided to revisit Carl and finish what you had started. You snuck into the house through the basement door like a ghost and quietly walked up the stairs to Carl's room. It didn't appear that anyone was still awake, so you turned down the door knob and slipped into the room. "Carl?" you whispered.

"Y/N? How did you manage to get into the house?" Carl replied, astonished.

You approached his bed in the dark, pale moonlight falling through the window. "Through the walls, like a ghost. Boooohooo," you commented. "Don't tell me you're naked," you then said suspiciously. "Like you knew I'd come around again," you teased him. "Or were you just going to pleasure yourself?"

"Um, yeah, I guess I was," Carl confessed. "But I'd rather do it with you." You undressed in the moonlight and let Carl watch, his breathing quick and shallow. "Come to bed," he begged, but you wanted to make him squirm and beg a little longer and danced around in front of him, giggling. You heard him groan softly and lay down to kiss him, feeling his erection.

You were hovering over him, kissing and licking his neck, and looked around for the condoms because you were now ready to mount him and ride him until he screams. "Where are..." you began as Carl suddenly moaned with pleasure, his cum squirting hot against your hip.

"Carl, are you kidding me?" you asked, half amused, half annoyed.

Bashfully, he buried his face in the pillow. "It's your fault, you were edging me so badly," his muffled voice was heard.

You slowly started kissing his neck and stroking him longingly, grinding against him in a teasing way. "I think I'll get him hard again," you purred, "The night is still long."

[richonnelvr218]

What Makes Richonne Special

Throughout the day, mostly when things calm down at work or out of the blue at home, Richonne will come to my mind.  I might see an apple or the weather reporter might say East, and I will smile and my heart will swell, and I will feel happy.  Richonne make me happy. Why do I react to them in this way?  Why are they so special?  I have many couples that I love to pieces, but none like Richonne.  I don’t think of my other couples out the blue.  The other couples are not a daily part of my life, but my Richonne are always with me.  I watch Richonne scenes every single day.  I have not stopped watching The Ones Who Live since the first episode aired.  I am a true blue down in the deep Richonne fan, and I knew they were special from the moment they met at the fence.  

Why were they special from that moment? 

Because Danai and Andy have amazing chemistry? It is that.  They certainly do have insanely intense chemistry.  But, it was also more.

A few days ago, I saw a clip, one I hadn't seen before, of Danai talking about how Richonne got together and when they were filming Clear she thought it could happen. Clear was big for Richonne, but their meeting at the end of Hounded, S3x6, was when Richonne truly started because that’s the moment that changed them. That was the moment they saw each other. 

Think of the word “hounded”.  It means to pursue with or as if with hounds.  To pursue. I like that.  Was hounded not what they were by people or ghosts all episode? Indeed they were.  But at the end of this episode their pursuits end.  They found something they needed. Their safest place.  Their person. 

Both Danai and Andy, as well as others, have said Richonne finally saw each other on the couch and it clicked.  I can accept that.  They saw each other in that “It’s Always Been You” light.  But guess what? That's always been the case.

Why are Richonne so special?  I;m talking about infinitely more special than any couple I have shipped and loved prior to and after discovering them?  Again, I love my other couples, but when I compare them to Richonne, there is no comparison. It’s like comparing a pack of crackers to a five course meal.  It's all food, but not at all the same.

The truth is when Richonne met they truly saw each other.  They saw in each other that something inside themselves they didn't see, maybe didn't want to see, but knew was there.  Inside them. Hounding them.  Danger, fear, and determination to live and protect those they love at any cost. To not go back to that dark, isolating place they enter when they cannot protect those they love. The place each were when they met. They looked at one another and saw themselves. Someone frightening but not. Someone dangerous, but not.  Someone hurting with a hurt they each recognized.  Rick had been shot and Michonne was newly shot. Rick had just lost Lori and Michonne had lost Andre and Mike.  

Grief and Pain.  Physical and emotional trauma. And they saw that and more in each other. I go so far as to say they saw their future, too.

In Clear, Rick allowed Carl, his baby boy, to go off with Michonne.  A woman he had known all of  about five days. A woman who carried a katana and had no hesitation in using it.  Yet, Rick trusted her with his most precious thing.  His first born. His son.  In Clear, Richonne bonded.  Michonne opened herself to Rick, shared some of herself, and Rick appreciated that. Even made an attempt at a joke by saying he saw things. 

In Clear, Rick already trusted her, because he knew her. He saw her.  He saw her at the fence.  He saw himself inside her at the fence.  

He saw himself inside her at the fence.  

There was no pun intended with that sentence, but there is double truth in it.  Richonne were connected at the fence.  Roughly nine months later, they were connected in body.  Rick was truly inside Michonne in all ways, and that connection solidified, melded their soulmate bond.  That heat, that passion, that love sealed their forever fate. 

Richonne saw each other at the fence.  All the hurts, pains, fears, every unspeakable thing they don't need to speak, they see everything in each other.  More, they accept it without question, and make no attempts to change it.  They are each other.  He is her and she is him.  They are indeed one half of a whole.  Two pieces that make one. They are a perfect fit. 

Richonne love each other. They truly love every single thing about each other, and there's nothing either could ever do to change that.  It's fact, truth, gospel, it's everything.  That's why Richonne are so special.  They are the definition of ride or die. Through any and everything, they are there for each other.  They are an unbreakable bond. 

That's why they are like no other couple.  They understand each other on a level no one else could ever understand.  They accept each other without question.  They speak their own language.  They speak without words. They see each other.  They are connected. They are love. They are Richonne.

[serpentfeverart]

AU Context: Ben is a demon, the same species as Dagon. The exact details I’m a bit uncertain on. One idea I had is that he’s the result of Dagon trying to split a part of himself off and send it to ben’s universe before he was sealed away. This didn’t work out as intended, however, severing the Avatar’s connection to Dagon when the rift was sealed. This left it very weak and without much of a conscious, drifting in and out of reality. Over time, it eventually stabilized, but so much exposure to human culture over those many years caused it to materialize as, well, a baby. And Sandra and Carl aren’t just going to leave a baby they found in the woods, so they have a kid now.

Funnily enough, Ben and his family have no idea he’s a demon until the Dagon arc, since when he was little his demon traits weren’t super noticeable, and then he found the omnitrix, whereupon Ben relies on that so often he doesn’t really have a chance to explore his own innate demon powers.

[carlplsrailme]

𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 | 𝐜.𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: the cowboy hat rule. take a cowboy's hat, you gotta ride the cowboy.

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: riding, p in v sex, etc

word count: 500

request: Idk if you’re taking requests right now but this popped into my head? Have you ever tried writing Carl with the cowboy hat rule? If not this is definitely a suggestion to try :) (Cowboy hat rule: take someone’s hat and put it on your own head, you have to “ride the cowboy”)

he's gotten on your last nerve.

well, he actually "got on your last nerve" about 2 hours ago, you're just soaking in it.

you sit in the desk chair, tip-toes halting your limp spinning as you stare at your boyfriend again.

you're so bored.

"do-"

"no."

he answered plainly, flipping to the next page of his comic that stole all his attention. he's sitting on his bed as the perfectly good day wastes away into the night.

you don't even wanna go out anymore, you just want to lay with him, kiss him, but he isn't even giving you a chance!

you sigh as the sticky summer heat slicks your body with every movement, you rest your fist on your cheek as you fantasize about all the things you could do if he'd just listen.

"Carl."

he looked up from his comic, brow twisted in confusion at your almost stern tone as you sit up from the chair that's been melted to you for the past two hours

you lean down to him and swiftly remove his sheriff's hat from his head, placing it onto your own.

you still felt his confusion, but you most certainly got his attention.

"the cowboy rule," you begin

"take the cowboys hat, you gotta ride the cowboy" and with that, he pulls you into him, lips sealed onto one and other as his hands grip your sides, he moves your hips on his own as you grind against him.

you quickly remove your clothes and start to unzip him, he groans with your touch and soon he springs free, pre-cum oozing from his tip as you stroke him a couple of times

you scoot up to him as you line yourself with him, sliding his cock in as you lean yourself closer to him, overwhelmed with pleasure

after adjusting, you begin to roll your hips, pussy clenching onto him as you twitch with the movement. he groans and latched onto your hips as his nails dig into your sides

"carl!" you cried as you fucked yourself with his cock, moving up and down as the cowboy hat on your head threatened to fall. with one hand you held it on tight as you leaned down to kiss him, feeling yourself bubble up with pleasure

his cock bullied its way through your insides with every movement you made, tip poking your cervix as he thrust up with you.

you felt your pussy ache as his dick stretched you out even more, soon letting out a broken moan as you came, he sped up his movements as he groaned and confessed he was close, soon shooting his cum inside of you

you leaned into his body as he wrapped his arms around you, breathing not slowing as he lets out a chuckle, and you feel the hat get snatched from your head

he places it back onto his as his brown locks feel empty without it, you grin up at him, successfully stealing his attention and placing it on you.

an: hii guys! I missed you guys so much! I hope you guys enjoyed this even though it's short, btw, whoever anon is...I love love loved this request!! thank you so much!! <33