#carl twd

[thewalkingdead-loverr]

[carlmipololo]

Guess.

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

Smut, oral sex f!receiving, fingering, car sex, semi public(? clothed eating out and all that jazz. Based on Guess by Charli XCX and Billie Eilish.

Sexuality was something you hadn't explored much, but if you knew something it was that girls were definitely your treat, not that guys weren't attractive to you, but there was something way more appealing about women than men to you.

You had told this to your best friend, except you decided not to let him know about the guys, the young Grimes was accepting of you, how could he not be? You were his best friend, but the disappointment was inevitable for him. Everyone knew, everyone except you, who was oblivious to Carl's obvious interest in you, he was pretty hormonal, and you were pretty, oh hell, he'd be lying if he said he didn't think you were the hottest girl around for him. He'd be lying if he said he had never found himself with his hand down his pants after letting his mind linger on the thought of you bending down to pick something up way longer than it should.

Carl was a hormonal mess. And so were you.

Going on runs was something you did pretty often, and while you waited for Rosita, Tara and Eugene in the van Carl and you came up with something to keep yourselves entertained.

"Okay, so, guessing each other's underwear color? Sounds easy." Of course it was easy, Carl would never suggest something he knew he couldn't win easily.

"Yeah, pretty easy, right? Take your guess, ladies first." He says, trying to keep a straight face, to not let his lips curve up in the cocky grin he was holding back, trying not to give himself away.

You hummed while thinking, you had seen the color of the elastic on Carl's boxers before, it couldn't be that hard, right?

"I'll go with grey. Are they grey?"

Carl chuckled as he shakes his head, amused. "Nope, try again."

After your fair share of tries and repeatedly getting it wrong you were done, letting out a frustrated huff, which was just amusing him even more, a big grin plastered on those pretty lips of his, you had to admit, he was hot when he acted this cocky, but he was also annoying.

"Okay Carl, then why don't you guess the color of mine?"

That was all he wanted to hear, he took his time, leaning in closer, his hot breath against your skin as he whispered in your ear. "I don't have to guess the color of your underwear, I saw it as soon as you sat down."

You gasp, your breath stuck in your throat as soon as he says that, his attitude finally making sense, you wanted to be angry, of course you did, but you couldn't help the way his demeanor and closeness was making you hot, you couldn't help the way your panties sticks to your aching pussy as your slickness wets them.

"What color are they then?" Your voice was way shakier than you intended, and Carl was enjoying it, his hands trailing their way up your thighs. Was he being way too impulsive right now? Of course, he knew he was. Were his hormones allowing him to stop and think it through? Hell no.

"Pink lace, quite pretty by the way... I know you like girls but..." His soft lips brush against your ear, pressing a kiss to your jaw. "You know I'd hit it, right?"

His voice is soft and husky as he says that, his hands sneaking under the hem of your shorts, feeling the warm skin, his lips trailing down to your neck, you couldn't help it, you wanted him to keep going, and the way your hands were gripping at his flannel gave it away.

"Carl...?"

He hums softly in response, his lips latched to your neck, soft kisses and occasional suction that drew pretty moans out your lips. "Want me to stop?"

Your head shakes almost frantically, not wanting him to stop at all, his grin widens against your neck as he lets go of your thighs, one of his hands moving your shorts to the side, his fingers finding your clothed clit, rubbing tiny firm circles over it, earning a myriad of moans from you, already sensitive and responsive.

He can't bite back the smirk on his lips as he lets go of your neck, his lips finding yours quickly, his mouth devouring yours, tongues dancing with each other as he slides his fingers under your wet underwear, sliding a finger inside you. Basically devouring every single moan he coaxes out of you, a second finger adding shortly after as he pumps them in and out, his thumb rubbing over your bundle of nerves to add to the feeling even more.

Carl sucks on your tongue gently, breaking the kiss and taking his fingers out as soon as he senses you're getting close, gummy walls clenching around his fingers continuously. "Why did you stop?" Your voice is breathless and shaky, and he loves he's the cause of it, he shows you the two fingers he previously had inside of you, his tongue sticking out of his mouth as he licks them clean, drunken by the taste of your juices. "So fuckin' good, I need to taste you for real."

The cowboy quickly makes his way down to your legs, kissing at your thighs and nibbling on them gently as he props your legs open and over his shoulders, wet lips and tiny love bites being imprinted on your inner thighs as he finally faces your clothed pussy, he takes in the scent, so tempting, he's the hardest he's ever been, but he tries brushing it off and focus on you, his hand moving the shorts away, but he leaves you panties in place, admiring the wet patch on them that makes the baby pink fabric slightly translucent, drawing out the outline of your folds.

"M'gonna make you feel good, pretty girl."

His voice is husky as he leans into you, pressing a soft kiss over your clothed clit, making you jolt as a shiver runs down your spine, he holds your hips down with his hands, a low laugh from him rumbling through your folds as he starts making out with your clothed cunt, tongue lapping at the fabric that sticks to you, now wet in your slickness and his spit, the feeling is enough to have you gaping, gasping for air as he pleases you over your clothes, hands reaching for his hair as you watch the windows of the van fog lightly, back arching slightly as your cheeks become reddened and eyes look glazy.

Carl decides to finally give into his own temptation, moving the panties to the side and finally tasting you fully, his tongue tracing a line up your slit before he starts lapping at your wet cunt relentlessly, making your eyes roll back as you tighten your hold on his hair, mumbling sweet nothings into the air as you whimper in a way that makes Carl almost come in his pants as he hears you, loving the way you taste on his mouth.

"C-Carl, I'm close..."

His tongue keeps moving as you say that, sucking gently on your clit, knowing that he wants to make a mess out of you, to make you come undone under his touch in such a way you will never want anyone else to do those things to you, so he quickly inserts his two fingers again, curving them up to search for your G spot, finding it easily as you almost scream the moment he presses on it, shaky hands tugging at his hair, he continues eating you out like it was his last chance to do it ever, enjoying every single second of it as he fingers you, coaxing your walls open each time you tighten around him, knowing you're about to cum in his mouth.

"C'mon pretty girl, come for me."

He whispers and quickly dips his tongue back into your folds, relishing in the feeling of your body squirming and arching under his touch as you finally come hard, a loud moan leaving your lips as you close your eyes, mind completely blank, Carl is quick to drink your juices, the ones he earned with his own mouth and fingers, he gently takes his fingers out of you and fixes your panties and shorts back to normal, smiling at how fucked out you look, so pretty because of him.

"The color of my underwear, the ones you couldn't guess, wanna find out later?"

"Bet."

He smiles at you, leaning in for a quick kiss, making you look presentable again before the others return, sitting back straight again as the rest of the little group gets back inside the van, Tara looks back at you both, smiling, "Did you guys get bored waiting? It took us longer than we thought." Carl shakes his head quickly, a satisfied smirk on his face. "What did you do to entertain yourselves?"

"A little guessing game, it can be way more entertaining than you think."

I'm dead

Tags: @crxssbowcarl @lunarnightt @carlsangel @aurasplanet @herrera2k @hiro--aoki @girlthatsinsane

[grim333z]

Chandler riggs is so beautiful oh my gosh

[darylslittlebitch]

twd characters showing their jealousy x fem!reader

characters: daryl, rick, negan, carl, glenn and maggie.

writer's note: jealousy hits different, huh? catch ya later with more drama! stay tuned! requests are open ;)

daryl

The last training session with Rick had ended, and although you were still no expert, at least you weren’t wasting as many bullets anymore.

"You’re getting better," Rick commented with a half-smile, crossing his arms as he watched you.

"I still have a lot to learn," you admitted, smiling humbly.

Rick nodded. "All in due time. The important thing is that now you can defend yourself better if you need to."

You thanked him before saying goodbye and walking back. But then you saw him.

Daryl was leaning against a tree, arms crossed over his chest. His blue eyes, darkened under the shadow of his bangs, were silently watching you, but there was no need for him to speak for you to know what was going on.

You bit your lip, holding back a smile. Daryl would never admit he was jealous, and there was nothing more endearing than seeing him like this, struggling against his own emotions.

You approached him calmly, as if you hadn’t noticed his attitude. When you were close enough, you slid your hands softly over his chest, trying to relax the tension in his muscles.

"You’ve been avoiding me," you murmured with a touch of feigned drama, leaning in to look him in the eye.

Daryl huffed, looking away. "Don’t say stupid shit."

You let out a little laugh and rested your head against his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart. "I missed you."

He took a moment to react, but when he did, his arm slowly slid around your back, pulling you a little closer to him.

"I missed you too," he admitted quietly, as if it was hard for him to let those words out.

You smiled against his shirt. "So, what’s going on?"

Daryl sighed, running a hand over his face before finally looking at you.

"It’s nothing... It’s just that lately you’ve been spending more time with Rick."

There it was. He didn’t say it outright, but the intent was clear.

"Ohhh," you dragged the word out teasingly, bringing a finger to your lips in a thoughtful gesture. "Could it be that someone is... jealous?"

Daryl clicked his tongue and looked away. "Don’t say bullshit."

You chuckled softly, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek before hugging him more tightly. "You know you don’t have to compete with anyone, right? My heart only knows your name."

He didn’t respond, but his grip on your waist tightened.

After a few seconds of silence, Daryl spoke with his usual rough tone, but softer than usual. "I wanted to see if you wanted to practice with the crossbow. And after... we could take the bike out for a ride. Like before."

Your smile widened, delighted by the idea. "That sounds perfect."

Daryl nodded, but before you could pull away, he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to your temple in a silent gesture of affection.

rick

The atmosphere in Alexandria grew tense every time Negan showed up with his group of Saviors, as if a dark storm settled over the community, absorbing all sense of security. And today was no exception.

Negan strolled through the area with his characteristic carefree gait, Lucille resting on his shoulder while his eyes scanned everyone with that mocking gaze that made Rick’s blood boil. But the worst part wasn’t the public humiliation, or even him stripping them of their supplies. The worst part was the way Negan spoke to you.

"Well, well, well… if it isn’t my favorite person in this entire damn community," Negan said with that cocky grin when he saw you. His eyes scanned you from head to toe without a hint of subtlety, as if he wanted Rick to notice exactly what he was doing. "How is it that every time I come around, you look even more goddamn gorgeous, huh?"

You didn’t flinch. You knew that any strong reaction would only give him more reasons to continue with his little game.

"It must be the walker blood; Eugene has this theory that it has surprisingly positive properties for the skin," you responded with a smirk that wasn’t quite a smile, your tone conveying pure coldness and indifference, but without making your displeasure too obvious.

Negan laughed that deep, mocking laugh that made all of Rick’s muscles tense.

"Shit, baby, why do you have to be so goddamn interesting? You know, I was thinking... how about you leave all this misery behind and come to the Sanctuary with me? You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. Food, security... and of course, my irresistible company."

You could feel Rick burning with anger from where he stood. His hands were clenched into fists, but he couldn’t do anything. Not without devastating consequences.

You kept your composure. "As generous as ever, Negan, but I don’t think my presence would be well received among your followers. And I don’t think you’d want to deal with the problems that would cause."

Negan tilted his head, amused. "Problems? Shit, baby! I love problems. And you’re exactly the kind of problem I’d like to have."

Rick let out a heavy breath but said nothing. He couldn’t. Negan glanced at him from the corner of his eye, enjoying the show.

"Well, sweetheart, if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me." Negan winked at you before turning and heading back to his men.

The group of Saviors left, and the silence that followed was suffocating. Rick remained still, staring at the entrance as if he could still see Negan there.

"Rick," you called softly, but he didn’t respond.

Finally, he let out a long sigh and rubbed his hand across his beard in frustration.

"This is bullshit."

You stepped closer, gently touching his arm. "I know."

Rick clenched his jaw, his eyes meeting yours with an exhausted intensity. "I can’t do anything. I feel… useless. Not just as a leader, but… as a man. I can’t protect this community. I can’t protect you. And he knows it."

"Rick," you said firmly, placing both hands on his shoulders. "You don’t need to protect me from Negan. I know how to handle him. I don’t fall for his provocations, I don’t insult his ego, but I don’t give him what he wants either. He doesn’t scare me."

Rick lowered his head, but you didn’t let him sink further into his dark thoughts.

"Listen to me. You haven’t failed. You keep us alive. You give us hope. And I know it seems impossible right now, but we will find a way out of this."

He nodded, but there was still something in his gaze.

"I’m just worried that one day Negan will go from words to actions," he admitted quietly.

You couldn’t help but let out a laugh. Rick looked at you, frowning, clearly confused.

"What’s so funny?"

"If Negan tried anything more than words with me, I’ll make sure he’ll be without the balls he brags so much about."

Rick blinked, then let out a brief, tired laugh, but a genuine one.

"God, I love you," he murmured, and this time, when he hugged you, he did so with strength, as if in that moment he could regain some of the control Negan had been trying to take from him.

negan

It had been a long day at the Sanctuary. The supplies from the last expedition were still being organized, the workers kept their heads down as they went about their tasks, and you were right in the middle of it all, as always, making sure everything ran smoothly.

At some point in the afternoon, you ran into Dwight, who was supervising the Saviors working in the warehouse. You’d worked with him enough to know his less ruthless side, the one he tried to hide behind his façade of loyalty to Negan. Talking to him was easy, even though life at the Sanctuary was never easy.

So when you made a comment about how tired you were and Dwight, with a half-smile, joked about giving you a special break if it were up to him, you didn’t pay it much attention.

But someone did.

From across the hall, Negan had stopped, watching the interaction with a dark, dangerous look. He didn’t say anything at the time, but the air in the Sanctuary seemed to grow heavier. As soon as Dwight walked away, you noticed Negan was still there, his expression one that only meant trouble.

You ignored him for a while, pretending you hadn’t noticed his intense stare. But you knew he wasn’t going to let it slide that easily.

And you were right.

Later that night, when you returned to the room Negan had assigned you (which was really his room), as soon as you crossed the door, his voice greeted you with the same gravity he always used when he was holding something back.

"So, baby... care to tell me what the hell was that with Dwight boy?"

You turned on your heels, finding him standing by the table, one hand resting on the wooden surface, the other gripping his bat, Lucille. He wasn’t swinging it violently, but the mere fact that he had it in his hands said everything.

You frowned, crossing your arms. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Negan let out a brief, humorless laugh before slowly walking toward you. "Don’t play dumb, sweetheart. I saw it. I saw how he was looking at you, how he dared to joke with you like he had the goddamn right to do it." He leaned in slightly, his eyes burning with jealousy masked as mockery. "Tell me something... has Dwight forgotten his damn place?"

You rolled your eyes. "Oh, please, Negan. It was just a joke. It was nothing."

But Negan didn’t seem convinced.

"Nothing?" His voice dropped lower, almost a deep whisper. "Let me tell you something, baby... nothing is what’ll be left of Dwight if he keeps thinking he can even look at you like that. Because, and listen closely, sweetheart, you only belong to me. Got it?"

Your heart sped up, but not out of fear. There was something about the way Negan reacted, the intensity of his gaze, the way he spoke with that mix of threat and possession. It drove you crazy.

So you decided to play along.

"And what are you going to do about it, Negan?" you asked provocatively, stepping a little closer.

Negan's eyes gleamed with something dark, something primal. He leaned in until his face was mere inches from yours, his warm breath grazing your skin.

"I'm going to remind you," he whispered with a dangerous smile, "why no other son of a bitch can even dream of having you."

His hand grabbed your waist firmly, pulling you harshly toward him. His grip was dominant, demanding your attention, his body radiating heat, the tension between you both turning into a burning fire.

His mouth descended to your ear, his breath brushing your skin as he murmured in his raspy voice, "Tell me, sweetheart... do you like to provoke me?"

You didn’t respond immediately, just proceeded to lick the side of his face as you held his challenging gaze, enjoying how his self-control seemed to crack.

Negan let out a low, dangerous laugh, his long fingers touching the saliva on his skin. "Fuck… you’re a goddamn problem, did you know that?"

Before you could reply, his lips crashed against yours with a force that left you breathless. There was no softness in that kiss, only pure hunger, raw need, and possessiveness. His hands roamed over your back, gripping you as if he wanted to make sure you would never pull away.

He lifted you with ease, making you gasp against his mouth as he carried you to the bed.

"I’m going to make you forget Dwight’s fucking name," he growled against your skin, sliding his lips down your neck. "I’m going to make you think of nothing but me."

His mouth continued its descent, leaving burning marks on every spot it touched. His hands moved over your body with a mix of roughness and devotion, as if he were claiming every inch of you.

And in that moment, you knew Negan fully intended to keep his promise.

carl

Alexandria had always been a refuge for those who managed to reach its gates, but you never imagined that among the new survivors, you would find someone from your past.

Not just anyone. Your ex-boyfriend.

The initial shock was strong, but the apocalypse had already hardened you enough not to be swayed by past emotions. At the end of the day, survival was what mattered, and if he had made it this far, it meant he had something to offer. Rick and the others accepted him into the community after questioning him and making sure he wasn’t a threat.

Carl, however, didn’t say a word.

At first, you thought he simply didn’t care. Carl was like that—always quiet, always analyzing everything from the shadows with that sharp, calculating gaze he had inherited from his father. But as the days passed and you noticed his attitude toward you, you started to suspect there was something more.

Carl didn’t look at you the same way. He didn’t seek your company like before. And when you were with the others, you could feel his presence behind you—always watching, always distant.

But you really noticed it when you were with your ex.

He had adapted quickly, helping where he could and always finding an excuse to spend time with you. It wasn’t surprising—you had shared a history before the world collapsed. You talked about the past, about moments you had almost forgotten. And even though you no longer felt the same way about him, it was a nice reminder that not everything had always been shit.

But Carl didn’t see it that way.

You realized it one afternoon when you were sitting on the porch steps, talking with your ex about old times. You laughed at something he said and, when you looked up, you saw Carl leaning against a wall not far away.

His gaze was dark, cold.

He didn’t do anything, didn’t interrupt, didn’t even try to approach. But the message was clear.

He didn’t like it.

That night, after everyone had gone to rest, you decided to look for him. You found him in the watchtower, standing with his rifle in hand, watching the horizon.

"Are you going to keep acting like an idiot, or are you going to tell me what’s wrong?"

Carl didn’t even turn to look at you. "I don’t know what you’re talking about."

You climbed the steps and stood beside him, crossing your arms. "Yes, you do. You’ve been acting weird ever since he arrived."

Silence.

Carl clenched his jaw and looked away.

"I don’t trust him," he finally muttered.

You rolled your eyes. "Rick already questioned him. He’s not a threat."

"I don’t mean that," he said, and this time, he did look at you. His eyes were dark, intense. "I mean you."

Your heart skipped a beat, but you hid it well.

Carl set his rifle aside and ran a hand through his hair. "I don’t get why you keep spending so much time with him. He’s your ex."

You looked at him, now fully understanding what was going on.

Carl had hurt you with his silence these past few days because he was jealous.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling. It was strange, but seeing him like this—so serious, so tense… you liked it.

"Carl?"

"What?"

You leaned in slightly. "Are you jealous?"

His expression didn’t change, but you noticed the way his throat moved when he swallowed.

"No."

You couldn’t help but laugh. "God, Carl, you are. You’re completely jealous."

This time, he turned his whole body toward you, frowning. "I’m not jealous. I just think it’s a complete waste of time to talk to someone who clearly only wants one thing from you."

You crossed your arms, enjoying this more with every word he said. "And what exactly does he want from me?"

Carl didn’t answer right away.

Then, in a completely unexpected move, he took a step toward you, closing the distance between you both.

"He wants what’s mine."

The air caught in your throat.

Carl didn’t look away. He stayed silent, waiting for a response, waiting for you to contradict him. But you didn’t.

Because at that moment, you understood something very clearly.

Carl Grimes didn’t fight with empty words. Carl claimed what was his.

And you couldn’t agree more that you were completely his.

glenn

You were focused on cleaning the wound on Abraham’s arm. He had been shot during the last supply run. It wasn’t serious, but it still needed attention.

Glenn was beside you, handing you the medical supplies while you did the more delicate work. It had always been like that with him—teamwork, a perfect sync.

Abraham, on the other hand, seemed more entertained by something else. Or rather, by you.

"You know, doll, if all nurses were as pretty as you, I might just let myself get shot more often."

You let out a small laugh and shook your head, not taking the comment seriously. "That sounds like a terrible survival strategy."

Abraham smirked with his usual carefree air. "Maybe, but if you’re the one patching me up, it doesn’t sound too bad."

Glenn didn’t say anything, but you noticed his hand tense slightly as he passed you another gauze.

"Stop moving," you said, focusing back on the wound.

"Only if you give me a good luck kiss," Abraham insisted, his smirk widening.

This time, you let out a chuckle and playfully smacked his shoulder. "In your dreams, Ford."

Abraham laughed too and finally let you work, though not without tossing another remark your way. "If you ever get tired of this cute Asian guy over here, I can be your new assistant."

Glenn didn’t react at all. He simply kept his gaze fixed on his task, helping you bandage the wound in complete silence.

Once you were done, Abraham stood up with a smug grin and gave you a wink before leaving.

And that’s when you felt it.

The silence around Glenn was too heavy.

You finished putting the supplies away and, without turning around, spoke in a calm voice. "Don’t get weird on me."

Glenn let out a dry chuckle. "I’m not weird."

Now you did turn to face him, crossing your arms. "Yes, you are. You’ve barely said a word since Abraham walked in."

Glenn sighed and ran a hand through his hair, still avoiding your eyes. "It’s nothing."

You frowned and took a step closer. "Glenn."

His jaw tightened, and finally, he lifted his gaze. His dark eyes were filled with something you hadn’t seen in him before—frustration.

"It’s just that… I can’t do anything about it."

You blinked. "What do you mean?"

Glenn clicked his tongue and crossed his arms, unconsciously mirroring your stance. "I mean, I can’t tell him to shut up. I can’t tell him to stop flirting with you because, to everyone else, there’s no reason for me to. Because no one knows about us."

Oh.

You let down your guard a little and sighed. "Glenn…"

"And I know you take it as a joke," he continued, his voice a bit lower now. "I know Abraham is just being Abraham, and that it doesn’t really mean anything. But damn, do you know what it’s like to stand there, listening to it all, seeing the way he looks at you, and not being able to do anything? Not being able to say, ‘She’s mine, so back the hell off, you redheaded superiority-complex case’?"

You bit your lip, because you understood his point.

You had never really talked about making it official, about telling the others about your relationship. Not because you wanted to keep it a secret, but because… you had just never felt the need to announce it.

But Glenn did.

And that made you think.

"Are you dying of jealousy, Rhee?" you asked playfully, stepping a little closer.

He rolled his eyes. "It’s not funny."

"It’s a little funny," you teased, leaning slightly toward him. "I like seeing you like this."

Glenn narrowed his eyes. "You shouldn’t."

"But I do."

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension in the air felt different—less heavy, but still very much there. Glenn stared at you, evaluating you, as if debating something in his mind.

And then, without warning, he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you into him in one swift motion.

"Alright," he murmured against your lips. "Since you don’t seem to have a problem with it, then tomorrow everyone is going to know about us."

And then, he kissed you.

maggie

You had spent most of the day helping with the harvest, and after finishing, you decided to stay in the improvised library that Jesus had set up with the books he managed to recover during his expeditions. It had become a routine between the two of you: you would pick a book, and he would recommend another one he thought you might like. It was a quiet dynamic, with no pressure—a way to escape, even if just a little, from the harsh reality of the world you lived in.

But when Maggie arrived at Hilltop that afternoon, bringing supplies from Alexandria, you immediately noticed that something was… off.

She wasn’t exactly ignoring you, but there was a dryness in her voice, a hardness in her expression whenever she spoke to you.

“What have you been up to around here?” she asked while unloading the supply crates alongside Enid.

“The usual,” you replied with a smile, wiping your hands on your pants. “Helping with the harvest and… well, Jesus has been lending me some books. I’ve been staying up late reading them.”

Maggie raised an eyebrow, her gaze briefly shifting toward where Jesus stood on the other side of the camp, supervising the food distribution.

“Books, huh?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, still unaware of the tension in her voice. “He’s got a great collection. It’s rare to find someone who values books so much these days.”

Maggie crossed her arms and leaned against the nearest table. “Well, how considerate of him.”

You blinked at her tone. “Maggie… are you okay?”

“I’m perfectly fine,” she answered without hesitation.

A lie.

You tried to read her expression, but Maggie was good at hiding her emotions when she wanted to. Still, there was a stiffness in her shoulders, a lack of warmth in her gaze that told you something was definitely off.

You tried to lighten the mood with a playful smile. “Well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you sound jealous.”

Maggie clicked her tongue and looked away. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

But there it was.

A confirmation disguised as denial.

You decided to push her just a little more, just to see how far she’d go.

“Because if you were,” you continued casually, “it would be adorable.”

Her eyes snapped back to you immediately, this time flashing with a warning. “Don’t play with me.”

You chuckled softly. “Who’s playing? I like seeing Maggie Greene with that look on her face.”

She rolled her eyes and grabbed a crate, using it as an excuse to keep her hands busy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, yes, you do,” you insisted, following her as she tried to ignore you. “You’ve been acting weird with me since you got here. Colder, more… distant.”

Maggie set the crate down with more force than necessary. “I’m not acting weird. I just find it surprising how close you’ve gotten to Jesus lately.”

You smirked. “Maggie.”

“What?”

“Admit it.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her jaw tightening.

“Admit it, and I’ll leave you alone,” you added, leaning in slightly, amusement dancing in your eyes.

Maggie held your gaze for a few seconds, then let out a heavy sigh, finally giving in. “Fine.”

“Fine what?”

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Maybe… just a little.”

You bit your lip to hold back a laugh. “A little what?”

She exhaled in frustration and muttered, almost through gritted teeth, “Maybe I’m a little bit jealous.”

You took her hands gently, making her look at you. “You have nothing to worry about, sweetheart. Jesus is my friend. You’re the only one who matters to me that way.”

Maggie watched you in silence, as if trying to decide whether to believe your words. Finally, her lips curved into a small smile.

“You better mean that,” she said, her tone still carrying a hint of wounded pride.

You kissed her cheek, noticing how her shoulders finally relaxed. “I love you.”

And even if she didn’t say it out loud, you knew that the next time you came to Hilltop, Maggie would make sure Jesus knew exactly where he stood.

[carlplsrailme]

"𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠" | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: as you sit bored in a supermarket with Carl, you both find a written porno and decide to recite it while dying laughing

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: suggestive talk, reference to sex, just fluff!!

request: Can you maybe do a one shot of Carl and reader reading a porno they found on a run and making fun of it or smting (this is my first time requesting something omgurrr)

"don't stop!" you cry out, grinning ear to ear as the flimsy paper rolls off your fingers and onto the slippery floor of the empty supermarket as you bark out laughing

"no- no! it's my turn!" Carl cries out as he reaches for the shiny magazine that's now flung to a different page

you slid down the counter of the checkout where you both are hiding away, well, were hiding away before a porno fell out from the cabinet, most likely from a really bored worker.

Carl flips the pages before landing and scanning through the page you were on, trying to find the place you left off

"ok..umm...oh! you're gonna take everything I give you!" his cheeks blow up with air as he tries to contain his laugh but just ends up laughing harder

"give me that!" you snatch it away from him, clearing your throat as you search for the actress in you

"yes! um.." you look back at the page

"da-...daddy?" your face scrunches up in disgust as carls face goes pale before falling back on the tile, dying as you stare at the words

"who says that?" you ask Carl but he is too busy laughing to tell you

"people- who um-" he chokes a laugh "are into that I guess"

your lip twist in disgust as you turn the page to continue

"uh- UHAAA!" you toss the magazine at him as he jumps back at your reaction

"what? what?" he crawls over to you as you fling your hand in the air

"there are stains on that page" you almost gag as your finger grazed the page and now you want nothing to do with it

"UGH EW!" Carl lunges back from you like you're infected and you look at him betrayed

"I didn't touch it!"

"then why is your hand above your head like you did?" his blue eye squints at you with fake distrust while he has playfulness oozing from all around, you grin as you position yourself to run

"fine then!" you leap and try to spread the infected hand onto him but he runs away, you chase in through isles as he tosses back empty cereal boxes and whatever he can to keep you away from him

"get away from me!" he shrills and you just laugh manically

"what are you two doing?" a gruff voice yells out behind you and you both stop dead in your tracks before turning to see Rick

"um..." you peep

"scavenging?" Carl tries and you snort a laugh and Rick snaps his glare at you

"In the car. both of you."

an: ahh happy one-year of my account guys! i LOVED this request! its always fun to do fluff <33 thank you so much! <3

[wrtzia]

I’m not afraid - Carl Grimes

Summary ; After the famous accident which caused Carl to lost his eye, Reader is determined to bring a smile back to her boyfriend's face.

Warning ; mention of death, mention of SA, mention of betrayal, mention of missing eye (?) [let me know if I forgot anything]

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The smile on his face started to vanish the day following the accident. The reason for this was confusing. Perhaps it was because that night a lot of people died. Maybe the way he lost his eye, betrayed by who he thought was his friend. Or because of how close he has been to death.

No matter what the reason was, a mix of all that or something completely different, making your boyfriend smile had become your mission. That’s why you were currently holding a bunch of comics books and sweet food, which you have been hiding for a little while in your room. The knock on his door had been heard 3 minutes ago as you were waiting for him to open the door. 

Eventually, the door opened on a looking tired Carl. His eyes were messy, the bandage covering his now missing eye and the second one looking as if he had just woken up. “..It’s early.”

You smiled at him, showing all the different things you brought him, causing the boy to sigh and allowing you in, a small smile there, like every time you were there. Your feet brought you inside, putting everything down on his messy bed before throwing a few of his clothes in the laundry bag. 

“I got you comics books, chocolate, candies, cookies-” You were stopped by his hand on your shoulder, making you turn around to meet his eye. His hand was warm even though your t-shirt. He was very slightly bent down to be at eyes level, considering the height difference. “And when did you get all of that ?”

A sheepish laugh left you, your hand meeting your neck in a scratch. You knew he wouldn’t like your answer, you had put yourself in danger, but you have always been a bad liar, it wasn’t about to change today. “I..Found them on an expedition.”

And like expected, his only eye widened, his eyebrows met in a frown as the following words came out of him, “alone? You put yourself in danger for that ?”

You shrugged, knowing exactly he would act like that, “But I’m all good, not a single scratch.” Your eyes looked at the items on his bed, “and you were sad, I wanted to make you feel better.”

Immediately, his face relaxed, his expression softening. Gently, his hand still on your shoulder rubbed it, a silent ‘thank you’. “You don’t have to, I’m all good.” but you knew he lied. By the way he wouldn’t look into your eyes, his grip on your shoulder slightly tighter while he was talking. His eyebrows still slightly furrowed and not any smile on his lips.

“But you’re not. Since that night, you’ve been completely distant.” and the boy knew you were right, because he was a choice of his. A part of him was scared you would abandon him ; not everyone wanted to date a cyclops. He sighed, his eye meeting yours for the first time since that night.

‘’I’m scared.’’

Your breath caught as you looked at him, an eyebrow raised. You knew he was insecure, it seemed evident and who wouldn’t be after such an accident ? But him being vulnerable near you hadn’t happened since that time he almost got sexually abused by this creepy old man. 

‘’I’m scared you will think less of me now.’’ Your eyes softened when you heard the following words coming from him. As in on instinct, you took him in your arms. In your eyes, he was the most sweet and handsome boy of Alexandria. He had a heart of gold and was definitely capable of everything for you. 

‘’I could never,’’ your voice was soft, your hand rubbing his back in a soothing mention as the other started playing with his soft hair. ‘’I love you for who you are inside. Sure, I love your pretty face, but your personality is what I’m drawn to. You're always here for me when I need you, and it’s my turn now.’’ 

You then smiled, a smile giggling leaving your lips. ‘’Plus, surviving a bullet on the eye is badass.’’

Just like you, your boyfriend let out a small chuckle. Here, you had succeeded in your mission ; you made him smile. He put a kiss on your lips, the simple movement strong enough to show you how much he loved you and was grateful for you. 

It would take a while for him to be confident again, but you wouldn’t leave his side, clearly more than determined in helping him. You would probably start right now, by showering him with kisses and cuddles.

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ANGSTTTT

reader runs away bc she hates enid but her father figure glenn adopts enid 😭

Carl finds her and u can finish the rest

ok bbg

it ends with a bit of fluff but enjoy!!

CARL X READER

You couldn't believe it. Your father, well, your father figure, Glenn, had taken Enid under his wing. Enid now lives with you, Maggie, and Glenn. It enraged you.

You loathed Enid. She, in your words, was a "deranged fucking bitch."

And maybe Glenn didn't love you as if you were his own. Maggie was also pregnant, meaning that there wouldn't be enough space for three kids. So maybe it was you who needed to leave.

And that's exactly what you did.

Once the clock struck midnight, you packed your bags and left Alexandria. You'd left your friends, family, and boyfriend (Carl). It wasn't like anyone was going to care if you left.

No one was going to look for you. That was the prophecy. You were destined to be alone, and you became self-aware of that thought every day.

You headed for the woods. It was a bit dark, and you didn't have your flashlight with you either.

You maneuvered the woods blind. But it was fine. You could just listen for the sounds of flesh-hungry walkers.

By the morning, you'd reached an old apartment building. You opened the door and were greeted by a few walkers. You used your knife to kill them. One by one.

You searched the first floor, killing walkers as you went. You decided it was best to stay here, on the first floor, in case anything happened.

You opened the door to a small apartment and settled down. It had a mattress on the ground and a small but empty kitchen.

You dropped your bag on the floor and laid on the mattress. You smiled. It was better than living with Enid. Totally better.

You decided that it would be better if you had some rest. Your limbs felt like they'd fall off. You closed your eyes, thinking happy thoughts, and slowly fell asleep.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

You were having the most exquisite dream about living in a castle on clouds when suddenly everything started collapsing, and then you were met with a blurry figure hovering over you.

"Are you alright?" Your vision started to clear up, and the fog in your brain started to melt away.

You looked up, taking in the face in front of you. You knew him. Him. "Carl? How did you—" Carl cupped your cheek and whispered, "You thought that you could travel away from Alexandria and I wouldn't find you? You could travel to the end of the earth and I would still find you. Can't you see? You belong with me, Y/N. And I belong to you."

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "You're so cheesy, Carl."

Carl grinned, "Only for you." He leaned in and kissed your cheek. Carl stood up and brushed the dust off of his jeans. "Let's go," he said.

"No."

"Yes, we are leaving." He took your hand and pulled you up. You wanted to go with him. But you couldn't. Glenn and Maggie definitely didn't want you. They were probably getting ready to kick you out. Luckily, you have already left, saving them the trouble to kick you to the curb.

"Fine, I'll stay," Carl said.

"Carl—"

"No, I'm staying until you come with me." You smiled. "I'll stay with you whether you want me to or not."

"Okay," you replied.

"Okay."

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Send more fluff/angst reqs for carl and maybe even jason or dick grayson. ;)))

[rikuamai]

Carl and Negan doodle cuz I finally got a day off

[comesatimecomesashadow]

her *ೃ༄

pairing *ೃ༄ carl grimes x gn reader

cw *ೃ༄ teen angst, friends to lovers, canon-typical violence, teen romance, semi-slow burn, fluff

fic type *ೃ༄ one shot (?) | part ii

summary *ೃ༄ in which you fall in love with the freckle-filled, blue eyed boy who wears a sheriff's hat.

note *ೃ༄ this is what i do instead of my three week old homework, enjoy !

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   Arriving in Alexandria was an odd thing. Here, people tried to build a ‘civilization’, as if the world outside the walls wasn’t gone to shit already. You often ventured outside the walls without anyone knowing — Anyone excluding Enid, of course — because you were afraid of becoming weak. Immersing yourself in Deanna’s delusion would do nothing for your survival, you were sure of it. 

   When Rick and his group were welcomed inside the walls, you noticed their rough demeanors and the rugged way in which they carried themselves. They were a contrast to the people of Alexandria and because of that, their presence alluded you, even when others were weary of them. But you stayed away. Not because you were scared of them too, but because you’d rather not get close to anyone again. Regardless of what your instincts wanted you to do. 

   Enid would sometimes hang out with you alone or go with Ron and the others to fill the time that you all now had. You usually just spent the days in the attic of the empty house down the street. You’d heard a lot about the blue eyed boy with the sheriff’s hat from Enid, he seemed kinda awkward to you but you didn’t fault him. It was probably strange going from having to fight walkers 24/7 to now having the time for video games; You remember feeling that way too. 

   You were no stranger to the crushing weight of loneliness that followed all those who survived. Sometimes, you wonder if you should’ve just let yourself be eaten. But you were afraid you’d be betraying the last thing your dad told you. ‘Live! Fight and Live!’, you remembered his words vividly. You also remembered the screams that came next. 

   The leaves crunched under your boots as you walked towards your secret hangout. 

   No one, not even Enid, knew where it was. It was the place in the forest you went to whenever you felt lonely, it was a comfort to you most of the time. There in the secluded spot, you had a box with a broken lock hidden with leaves and sticks, it was full of your scavenged art supplies. Drawing was something you liked to do ever since you were a kid, it was one of the only things the apocalypse hadn’t taken from you. 

   As you approached your secret hideout, you noticed a familiar boy with the famous sheriff's hat sitting against the log you always sat at. You bit your lip and walked a little faster. ‘What was he doing here?’ You were a little upset at this. 

   “..How did you find this place?” your words were clear and loud enough so he could hear. You didn’t intend for it to come off as mean as it sounded, but then again maybe that was the best choice. You’d met different groups before coming to Alexandria and people always tended to be selfish people. Even in Alexandria, you noticed how most of the kids your age were selfish, hence why you hid your secret space even from Ron and his group. Why would this guy be any different? 

   He got up and met your eyes, seeming like a deer caught in headlights. He left your sketchbook on the ground. “I was just- Uh, I was walking around and found this place. Do you.. Hang around here, or..?” You could tell he was nervous and frankly, it felt awkward. 

   You sat on the ground next to the not-so-hidden box and grabbed the notebook he left on the ground. He opted to sit next to you. “To answer your question, yeah. I hang here by myself- most of the time at least.” You flipped to an empty page and grabbed some of your pens and markers from the chest. 

   The boy glanced down at your drawing, observing you. Then he began to speak again, less nervous this time. “I don’t think we’ve met before, I’m Carl.” 

   “...” You kept your eyes on the notebook. Should you be friendly with him? After a few moments of silence you told him your name and could see him slightly smile in the corner of your eye. “..Are you gonna stay here?” 

   “Do you mind it?” he asked. You shook your head. He seemed harmless for the most part, maybe he wasn’t like Ron and his friends. “Then.. Could I come here sometimes?” 

   “Why do you wanna?” you asked him, finally meeting his blue eyes. You noticed the freckles on his fair skin and the way his hair fell over his face was kinda funny to you. He was.. Something. Carl looked away from you, contemplating his words. 

   “Just cause.” He said with a small smile. You laughed a little at his words, sometimes it was hard to forget you were just kids. 

   “Alright then.” 

   The next few weeks, your routine began to change. 

   Normally, you’d wake up some time before the afternoon and get ready for the day. Afterwards, you’d help Olivia with the inventory and keeping track of rations. You’d go out on a run if you were asked to and if you weren't, your time was spent at your secret spot or with Enid. 

   However, ever since formally meeting Carl. Your secret hangout spot has become a shared secret hangout spot. He drew comic book characters on one of the notebooks in the chest at the spot, brought you art supplies when he came back from runs and even brought some of his own comic books. You noticed the way his facial expressions changed when he was immersed in his comics, the way he did that awkward side smile of his sometimes, you even caught him stealing glances at you sometimes. 

   But you never addressed it. 

   Not even when you began to find yourself disappointed when he missed a day at the spot. You had to remind yourself that he was just someone you met, it wasn’t like he belonged to you or anything. It wasn’t like you expected him to be there when you knew he had his own life too. 

   You told yourself then that you’d try to distance yourself. 

   Falling for someone, especially in the middle of a damn apocalypse, couldn’t go well. It just couldn’t. But it was hard to distance yourself when he seemed to be everywhere. Whenever you helped Olivia with keeping track of the inventory, he was there with his stupid, dorky smile and innumerous freckles. When you took a usual afternoon walk to clear your head, he waved at you and even joined you with his little sister in tow. 

   He was everywhere and that made it increasingly harder for you to bury your feelings away. 

   “What’re you drawing this time?” Carl asked. Your pencil stopped at the sound of his voice. You looked up and smiled involuntarily. For some reason, ever since you met him, you started to smile more often. Maybe he was just that easy to talk to, but you hated it sometimes. 

   “Walkers.” You gazed back down at your notebook that contained the scribbles and doodles of dismembered walkers and you even drew some of them with funny expressions and speech bubbles. “I know it’s twisted, considering they're the reason the world is ..shit. But I dunno,” you shrugged, wondering what he would think. Carl looked over your notebook, his hair tickling your shoulder. 

   Then he laughed. 

    “Is this one giggling? It looks funny,” A smile graced his features and a warm feeling crept into your heart at the sight of it. 

   “Yeah..!” You giggled and shaded in the drawing with some highlighters. 

   “When did you get into drawing?” 

   You shrugged, “I’ve always been into drawing, ever since I was a kid. I really liked comics n’ stuff, so I guess that’s what motivated me.” You found it endearing that he even asked because it meant that he was interested. You have never known what it felt like to have feelings like these, to feel so close to someone, but it was exciting. ..And scary at the same time of course. 

   It was then that you remembered that you’d forgotten your intentions of distancing yourself. 

   “Yeah? How come?” He picked up the comic book he had meant to continue reading and flipped to the page that had one of its corners dog-eared. 

   You put your pencil down and looked up at the sky peeking through the various green leaves blocking it. “It’s an outlet, I guess. Whenever I got lonely I’d just draw and draw till I forgot the loneliness.” 

   Carl lifted his gaze up to you again. “Do you still feel like that?” 

   You set your notebook down and hugged your knees closer to your chest before letting out a sigh. “Sometimes. Not as much nowadays though.” 

   “I’ve felt that way before too, actually. I thought I was the only one.” Carl admitted. He looked away when your eyes met his.  

   “Yeah?” You asked quietly. 

   He nodded his hands now flat on the ground at his sides and the comic forgotten on his lap. “I feel like it’s too normal sometimes.” Carl said. You agreed with his statement. “A lot of the people here aren’t prepared t’fight. I think that’s the scariest thing outta everything.” 

   “Why so?” you drew circles on the dirt. 

   “If someone, or something, from outside the walls wanted to take this place, they could.” Carl spoke as if it was fact. Maybe he was right. The wind whistled throughout the forest, a signal to return inside the walls now that the sun was also beginning to disappear. You put your notebook and his comic back inside the hidden box and closed it. 

   “We should get back, your dad’s probably wondering where you are.” You lent him a hand to help him up and he took it. His hand was a little calloused — but warm. 

   “Yeah, I guess so.” 

   He got up, but he didn’t let go of your hand. 

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   The day the walkers came in through the walls was the day you returned to reality. You had to admit, being in Alexandria had indeed dulled your fighting skills — but it did not deter you. Plunging your knife into the skull of the walker in front of you, you headed toward the infirmary. Gunshots could be heard which only called in more from the swarm, you had to hurry.

   After a sprinting to the infirmary, you met Denise and began to help treat some of the patients that had gotten hurt. Your hands were quick at cleaning wounds and wrapping bandages, you’d picked up a lot of things before coming to Alexandria and you’d made it a habit to learn from Denise as a precaution. Luckily, it was paying off.

   ..Until Rick brought Carl to the infirmary with a grave injury to his right eye. 

   Your hands came to a sudden stop and trembled and you couldn't stop staring at him in utter shock of what had been done to him.  “What-..” 

   Denise helped Rick lay Carl down on the patient bed. “Get me the bandages, we need to stop the bleeding,” Denise ordered. Your mind went blank but you moved in a flash, handing her all the materials she needed to help him as if you were on autopilot. You didn’t ask Michonne nor Rick how it happened and you couldn’t either way since Rick decided to take his anger out on the walkers swarming outside. 

   Your eyes were laser-focused on the numbers reading Carl’s heart rate. 

   It was then that you realized just how much you cared about the freckled boy with the blue eyes, the sheriff’s hat he never took off and his stupid smile. 

   ..It was then that you realized how far you'd fallen for Carl. 

   “Is he..” your voice was shaky but Denise cut you off. 

   “He’s going to live. He will.” Her words were spoken in a strong tone but you didn’t know if she was trying to convince herself o..r you. In the meantime, you busied yourself with the other patients, most of the people huddling up inside the infirmary had left now and were beginning to go join Rick in his fight against the walkers currently swarming the inside of the walls. You couldn’t afford to think about him living or dying when other people were on patient beds fighting for their lives too. 

   But it was hard to not think about him. 

   You could only hope he would be alright. 

   The day seeped into the night sky and soon enough, Rick and the other Alexandrians had succeeded in massacring all the walkers inside the walls. Now, they were focused on making sure the walls would hold up while you still were tending to the patients in the infirmary with Denise. Luckily, some of the patients were recovering from their injuries now and waking up. From what Denise told you, Carl was unconscious but he was stable- He was alive.  That’s all that mattered to you. 

   You wanted to talk to someone, tell someone about all the feelings you were bottling up- but Enid was nowhere to be found. Neither was Ron or the other kids, and you couldn’t tell Denise because you knew how stressed she must have been. You left the infirmary and went outside to take in some air. The woman with the sword.. Michonne, you think her name was; She was outside of the infirmary as well. Carl’s dad, Rick, was there too. 

   “How is he?” Rick asked, you could hear the anxiousness in his voice. 

   You tried to give him a smile, “He’s doing better than when you brought him in, thankfully.” A few tears escaped Rick’s eyes but a small smile crept onto his lips. “..There was nothing we could do about his eye. But, ..He’ll live. You can go see him right now, he’s uhm.. He’s unconscious though.” Rick nodded and Michonne seemed relieved, but Rick was the only one who went in. Michonne stayed out on the steps with you. 

   You sighed and leaned against the wooden railing, your arms crossed and your heart full. 

   “Are you okay?” Michonne asked you genuinely.

   If it were in another time, any other time, you probably would have lied. But as soon as one tear strayed from your eye, a multitude of others seemed to follow. Michonne’s expression softened and she offered a hug, embracing your shaking body racked with emotions you couldn’t name. You didn’t know if you should be relieved, or worried- or both! 

   “It’ll be okay, [Name].” 

   You took a shaky breath in, “How..- How do you know that?” You looked up at her, your vision blurry. 

   She wiped your tears carefully, “Because we’re the ones who live.” 

   The words she spoke to you that day gave you hope. Luckily for you and his family he woke up a few weeks after the whole ordeal. However, you tried to avoid him as much as you could, like you had done before you met him. 

   You couldn’t look at him, not because of how he looked.. 

   ..but because you knew that the next time you saw him face to face, the dam of feelings you held inside would burst open instantly.

[sturnsdc]

You look beautiful

pair: Carl Grimes x fem!reader

warnings: TWD scenes, just fluff, slight angst, awkward and embarrassing Carl and Yn, beginning of what could be smut.

words: 2,6k

A/N: thanks @livingdeadgirlflorette and anon for giving two wonderful ideas. I'm really sorry that the story came out so short and shitty, but i still hope that some part of it is good enough !! <3 

both are +16

dividers from @cafekitsune ! ♡

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CARL'S POV

"you're going out… to get medical supplies… with her? just the two of you?" Michonne asked me once more, and i had to hold back the urge to roll my eyes. Still, i know she senses my annoyance because she laughed and spoke again, "in my day, we called that something else, but okay." I chuckled a bit at her comment and lightly hit her arm to make her stop teasing.

she’s always like this ever since she found out about my feelings for Yn. She seizes every moment to make a comment or give me a look. And it got worse once my dad found out. It only took a few hours for the rest of the group to know. Everyone except her…

but can anyone really blame me? when we arrived in Alexandria, there was a group of teenagers like me—two boys and two girls. She didn’t seem to fit in with them and only talked to her friend Enid. However, when Ron introduced us, she gave me the biggest smile and started talking to me.

she’s so sweet and beautiful, but at first, i couldn’t understand what was happening to me. She started appearing in my dreams, in different scenarios that made me wake up with my heart racing, followed by a strange feeling of emptiness when i realized it had only been a dream. Then she was present everywhere, even without physically being there. In every conversation, in every thought, everything started reminding me of her.

i started noticing her more, and our conversations were no longer enough. So, i began stealing glances at her now and then—when she studied, when she helped with chores, and when she began sneaking out, just like i’d seen Enid do on several occasions. That's when curiosity got the better of me, and i started sneaking out after her, discovering her little secret.

she would climb up to what looked like a treehouse, a bit far from Alexandria, and i thought she hadn’t noticed me. But just as i was about to take another step, her voice surprised me.

“should i be worried that you’re following me, Carl?” she asked, though i didn’t hear any anger in her voice. She sat on a branch at the entrance to the small treehouse, looking down at me.

i remember stuttering as i tried to come up with an excuse, but she just laughed and invited me to come up. She showed me her safe space, and with that, she let me see a side of her that no one else knew. From that moment on, we became closer, and my feelings just grew and grew until they were undeniable.

when Ron shot me that day, i thought it was all over, that she would stay away or wouldn’t even be able to look at me anymore. I wouldn't have blamed her if she did; it took me weeks before i could even look at myself in the mirror again. Why would i expect her to see me as the same Carl as before?

but she did. She held my face in her hands and wiped away my tears again and again.

so, can anyone really blame me?

“earth to Carl, earth to Carl. Please return from Ynland,” Michonne's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. She's looking at me with an eyebrow raised, and all i could do was look away, embarrassed.

“sorry, i got distracted. What were you saying?”

“that you should already be heading to your ‘supply run’ with your dear friend,” she said, emphasizing ‘dear friend.’

‘oh, fuck.’ i opened my eyes wide.

“goodbye,” i said hurriedly, running to my house to grab the bag i had left by the door. Once i had it, i rushed back to the entrance of Alexandria, where she was waiting by the car we were going to take. “Sorry, sorry.”

"'s okay, i just got here anyway," she said, then smiled in that beautiful way she always does, almost making me sigh. "Let's go?"

“yeah, sure,” i replied, trying to snap out of my daze, quickly tossing my bag into the back seat and getting into the passenger seat. She followed my lead, settling into the driver’s.

it’s not the first time we’ve been in a car together, but it is the first time i’m not driving. Still, i’d trust her with my life.

YN'S POV

i try not to look at him too much, but it's almost impossible. It's like there’s a magnet pulling my eyes toward him every second. I just need to control myself enough not to crash the car.

it’s the first time we’ve gone on a run alone together, and i can only remember Maggie and Glenn’s words:

"don't devour him with your eyes, at least not right away," Maggie told me, almost like advice, while Glenn laughed beside her and i started to blush.

"yeah, wait until you’re in a quieter place," he added.

‘i can barely look at him without blushing and feeling butterflies, and they expect me to make a move? hell nah.’

"you know, plaid shirts look good on you," Carl suddenly said, and i had to resist the urge to slam on the brakes. We had only been driving in silence for a few minutes, but not only did he startle me, when i understood what he said, i started blushing like never before. I gripped the steering wheel tightly, feeling my legs tremble. ‘how can you say that so easily?’

"thanks… i guess i’m copying your style now," i tried to joke to hide my nervousness. I don't know if i succeeded, but he let out a small laugh, nodding.

"it’s true, you’re copying me," he teased.

"it’s because you’re too cool," i said, and from the corner of my eye, i noticed his surprised reaction. His whole body seemed to tense up. But before he could respond, i had to stop the car—we had reached our destination. It had taken us a long time to get there because it was a pretty remote place Daryl had found some time ago, and it hadn’t been looted. He hadn’t been able to bring everything back because his backpack was already nearly full. "let’s go." he nodded, and we both grabbed our things and our weapons.

"yes, ma'am," i heard him whisper, and suddenly my legs felt like jelly. I had to make sure my heart wasn’t going to jump out of my chest from how hard it was beating. I didn't respond and couldn’t even look at him, so i started walking toward the pharmacy entrance, holding my gun and flashlight, walking cautiously but firmly.

i carefully opened the door, trying not to make too much noise. we both entered, making sure the place was clear—and it was. We quickly split up, each filling our bags with whatever useful items we could find.

"i think i’m ready. What about you?" i asked, approaching his side of the store.

"almost ready, just need these last bottles," he said, putting them in a pocket before slinging his bag over his shoulder. "let’s go."

when we stepped outside, we noticed the sky was already getting dark, so we hurried to the car, putting our bags in the back seats like when we arrived and then getting in the same seats. That’s when i inserted the key and tried to start the car...

but it wouldn’t start.

the damn car wouldn’t start.

we ran out of gas, but how are we supposed to fix that now? we'd have to walk through the small town, but with it being dark, it would be pointless.

"what do we do?" i asked, and my tone clearly showed how scared i was, making Carl look at me.

"we need to find somewhere to stay. we can’t make it back in the dark," he said, and i swallowed hard, nodding nervously.

"okay, but where do we go? we don’t know this place," i shifted uneasily in my seat.

"we’ll have to walk around a bit and find an open house or something."

and that’s what we did. We got out of the car with our stuff, turned on our flashlights, and walked side by side through the small town where we were now trapped, surrounded by silence and growing darkness.

when my panic started to rise from not finding a place to stay, Carl touched my hand, pulling me out of my thoughts and showing me a house nearby. It looked old, but the door was open. We quickly walked over, quietly entering and checking the first floor for anyone. After confirming it was empty, we went upstairs, finding a hallway with three doors. The first led to a bedroom with one bed, an open and empty closet, and windows covered with newspapers and blankets. The second door led to a bathroom. The last door was blocked, with a note on it saying the room was unusable.

Carl and i exchanged glances, silently debating what to do next.

"i can sleep on the floor if it makes you uncomfortable..." he started to say, so i had to push my nervousness aside for a moment and shake my head.

"no, there’s no way i’m letting you sleep there, Carl," i refused, walking into the bedroom as he followed. I dropped my bag by the door, and he placed his next to the bed. "We're grown, i think we can share a bed," i said with sudden boldness.

"are you sure?" he asked, and i nodded.

"i’m going to change, be right back," i told him, heading to the bathroom to get changed. I took off my shoes, socks, pants, and shirt, staying in my underwear and buttoning up the long plaid shirt to cover what was necessary.

‘i just need to get through this night, just this one,’ i told myself, trying to calm the flush spreading across my cheeks at the mere thought of spending the night with him.

CARL'S POV

i took advantage of the time she spent changing to leave the flashlight lighting up the room, then went to sit on the bed over the sheets, leaning against the headboard.

‘can i really do this?’ the truth is, i don’t know. And just the thought of spending the night in the same bed as her makes me anxious. ‘What if i do something stupid while i sleep? what if i talk in my sleep and say something i shouldn’t?’ ‘What if i start dreaming about her, and she notices?’

the sound of a door closing pulled me from my thoughts, and then she walked into the room, looking even more beautiful.

my heart started beating so hard i could feel it in my ears, and heat rushed through my body, concentrating in my face and neck and ears. I tried not to stare, but before i could stop myself, my eyes scanned her from head to toe, making it hard to breathe, and i struggled to swallow.

she moved closer to the bed, but on the other side. I didn't realize it until she waved her hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance.

"hello? ´you okay?" she asked, smiling with a bit of amusement, clearly noticing my reaction.

"yeah, yeah, i… got distracted," i lied, feeling a tingling all over my body.

"aren’t you going to change your clothes?" she asked. I glanced at my clothes for a second, considering it, but quickly dismissed the idea. 

"no, i’ll just take off my shoes," i said, doing exactly that.

then the room fell into a tense silence, and i turned to look at her. She was already watching me, and her gaze made the words catch in my throat. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she looks, but i didn’t dare.

all i could do was look at her, wishing i could close the distance and crash my lips against hers.

i wondered what was going through her mind, if she felt the same tension i was feeling or if it was just my imagination. I debated whether i should make a move, but i was scared, and the very thought made my hands start to tremble. She seemed to notice because she took one of my hands and stroked it, looking away at that moment.

"why are you nervous?" she asked, almost whispering as she lifted her head to meet my eyes again. I swallowed hard.

‘should i tell her the truth?’ i could hear my friends' voices telling me to go for it, to tell her already. And even though i’d told them no and practically laughed in their faces for even suggesting it, now the idea didn’t seem so absurd.

"it’s because of you," i finally admitted, watching her eyes widen.

"because of me? wha- what do you mean?" she stuttered.

"you..." i sighed, deciding to be brave. "You look beautiful, and i can’t stop thinking about that and how much i want to do something about it," i confessed, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders as she started to blush, looking adorable.

"and why don’t you do something?" she said softly, and i had to make sure i heard her right before clearing my throat and doing what i had wanted for so long.

i raised the hand she was holding and brought it to her cheek, pulling her face closer to mine to press our lips together. She kissed me back a few seconds later, and although it was a little awkward, we tried to make the kiss special.

when we pulled back a bit, i looked into her eyes, noticing how they sparkled, and her cheeks were even redder than before. Seeing that made me want to kiss her again, and that's what i did, this time more intensely, making her let out a small gasp.

NORMAL POV

both of them started to feel the heat spreading to every part of their bodies. Yn decided to be bold and sat in Carl's lap, wrapping her arms around his neck while he placed his hands on her waist, trying to keep her as close as possible. Soon, the room was filled with the sound of their lips meeting again and again, in a make out session that grew more intense with each passing moment. 

Yn began to try to close her legs, to rub her thighs, but both the position and Carl stopped her. The boy by spreading her legs a little wider, making her put her full weight on his lap. The contact made Yn whimper and Carl groan from the sensation. Taking advantage of the moment, he slid his tongue into her mouth, turning the kiss into something messier as his hands began to roam over her legs, sliding up to the hem of her shirt, which kept rising due to their movements.

they pulled back a little after a few minutes, panting from the sudden intensity, and looking into each other's eyes with the love they had kept quiet for so long.

"i really like you, Yn," Carl said, without breaking eye contact. She smiled and leaned in to give him a peck.

"and i really like you too," she replied, making Carl kiss her again, picking up where they left off just moments ago.

the rest of the night, they spent enjoying each other’s company, expressing their love in different ways until morning came. 

then… though they had barely slept, they set out to figure out how to get the car started. This time, they walked hand in hand, unafraid.

but of course, nothing could save them from their friends' teasing, who understood everything with just one look at them.

it was something they would definitely never forget.

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[soooooolar]

girls are like "I miss my boyfriend" but actually they're talking about carl grimes

[l4venderia]

this edit has had me on a chokehold for a week now

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I yearn for Carl grimes fan fiction

[darylslittlebitch]

twd characters give a gift to fem!reader

characters: daryl, rick, negan, carl, glenn, maggie and abraham.

writer's note: this was straight-up sweet as hell—like, who knew the apocalypse could have this much wholesomeness? finally got to introduce the legend himself, abraham ford, aka the king of one-liners and big-daddy energy. hope y’all loved the fluffy vibes ‘cause next time… who knows? maybe i’ll hit you with some angst just to keep it spicy. request are open ;)

daryl

The day had been long. The sun was just beginning to set when you returned to the community, exhausted, your body heavy from the walk and your mind occupied with a thousand thoughts. It had been another day without much success in finding supplies. Lately, everything seemed to be scarce. But that wasn’t what affected you the most.

For months now, you had lost your last sketchbook, and with it, the only way you had to put on paper the images that formed in your mind. Drawing was one of the few things that made you feel like the world still had some sense of normalcy, as if there was still some beauty left amidst the disaster. Since you had run out of pages, you had tried to hide it, but you couldn't help the frustration and sadness from slipping into your gaze every now and then.

You walked into the house where you usually stayed, rubbing your arms to shake off the cold. You didn’t expect to find anyone there, but as you turned toward the small table in the living room, you saw a familiar figure leaning against the wall.

Daryl.

He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, his face partially hidden by his messy hair.

“Hey,” you greeted, surprised to see him there.

He didn’t say anything right away, but when you looked up, you noticed he was holding something in his hands.

“Here,” he muttered gruffly, extending a small notebook along with a box of colored pencils toward you.

You froze for a second, blinking as if your mind took a moment to process what you were seeing. Your gaze dropped to the notebook, feeling the rough texture of the cover beneath your fingers. It was simple, the pages slightly yellowed with time, but that didn’t matter. They were blank pages. And the pencils... the moment you recognized the small boxes of colors, your heart skipped a beat.

“Daryl…?” you whispered, unable to hide the emotion in your voice. “Where did you get this?”

He shrugged, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

“Found it in that daycare… the one I checked a couple days ago,” he replied, avoiding your gaze. “It was buried under a bunch of old junk. Figured you could use it for those things you like to do.”

Those things.

Your chest filled with warmth at his words. You knew Daryl wasn’t the kind of person to go around giving gifts, much less someone who paid attention to what others wanted or needed. But there he was, handing you exactly what you had been longing for over the past months.

He had thought of you.

And that, in itself, was enough to bring a genuine, wide smile to your face.

You placed his gift on the table.

Slowly, you stepped toward him, stood on your tiptoes, and wrapped your arms around his neck. It was a long, tender hug—just enough to show him how deeply moved you were by his gesture.

“You have no idea how much I needed this,” you said, pulling back slightly to look into his eyes, noticing how his pupils had dilated—a sight that made your cheeks flush a little.

You quickly sat down on the nearest chair and opened the notebook with trembling hands, overwhelmed with excitement. The paper had a slight old scent, but it was in good condition. You ran your fingers over the first page, as if needing to confirm that it was real. Then, you grabbed one of the pencils and traced a line across the sheet. Smooth. Perfect.

Daryl watched you from where he stood, pretending not to care, but the slight clench of his jaw betrayed the fact that he was paying attention.

“So…” you murmured, lifting your gaze to him with a playful smile. “Now I can make better portraits of you.”

He immediately frowned.

“What?”

“Yeah, before, I had to use old scraps of paper, and they didn’t turn out right. But now that I have this, I can make a much better one.”

“Nah, forget it,” he grumbled, turning as if to leave. “I ain’t posing for shit.”

You let out a laugh and quickly stood up before he could escape.

“Oh, come on, Daryl. What do you think you gave me this for?” you asked, waving the pencil in the air.

He shot you a wary look, but the slight tug at the corner of his lips told you that, deep down, he wasn’t as against it as he claimed to be.

“Don’t do this to me…” His body was inching closer to yours without him even realizing it.

“Just stay there, don’t move. You don’t even have to do anything.” You brushed a few strands of hair from his face and gently caressed him a little, as if soothing a wild animal.

Daryl huffed, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Shit… fine, but make it quick.”

You bit your lip to suppress a triumphant smile and hurried back to your seat. You observed him intently, allowing yourself to capture every detail of his face—the hardened expression, the shadows cast by his sharp features under the dim light, the way his gaze seemed to avoid yours at all costs.

The pencil glided effortlessly across the paper, and as you worked on each line, you felt a peace you hadn’t experienced in a long time. It was incredible how a simple gesture could mean so much in a world like this.

Daryl remained in place, shifting uncomfortably from time to time but not complaining too much.

“Done,” you finally announced, lifting the notebook to admire it with satisfaction.

He blinked a few times before leaning in to take a look.

“Mmm…”

“That’s all you’re gonna say?”

Daryl glanced at you sideways, as if debating whether to admit it or not.

“It’s… alright, I guess,” he muttered at last, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I don’t look as messed up as I thought.”

You let out a deep laugh.

“Oh, come on, you look better than that. You look really good, or at least, that’s how my eyes see you.”

The words slipped out before you could stop them. You looked at him, cheeks as red as little cherries, hoping he wouldn’t tease you or brush it off like he usually did in situations like this.

But the small glint in his eyes and the way his expression softened ever so slightly told you everything you needed to know.

rick

You were in the kitchen. Judith was in Carl’s arms, and he was doing his best to entertain her while you stirred the pot.

The scent of food filled the room, giving it a warm and homely atmosphere that made you forget—if only for a moment—the harshness of the world outside. However, no matter how much you tried to find comfort in these small moments of normalcy, there was always something you felt was missing. Music.

Before everything went to hell, music had been your life. You played everything—piano, violin, drums—but the guitar had always held a special place in your heart. You missed the feeling of the strings beneath your fingers, the vibration of the instrument when you played, the way music could fill an empty space with more than just sound: with emotions, with memories, with life. You had mentioned it many times in conversations with Rick, sighing nostalgically about how much you missed playing, how you would give anything to feel a guitar in your hands again.

But you never expected him to do anything about it.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Rick stepped inside with his usual determined stride. He wasn’t carrying his rifle, nor did he have his usual worried expression—there was something different. There was a spark in his eyes as he stopped at the threshold, holding a large object wrapped in an old blanket.

“What’s that?” you asked, tilting your head curiously.

He smirked slightly and, without a word, let the blanket fall, revealing what was underneath.

A guitar.

The air seemed to catch in your lungs.

“Rick…” you whispered, unable to believe what you were seeing.

The guitar wasn’t in perfect condition—scratches marked the wood, and the strings were a bit loose—but none of that mattered. It was a guitar.

You dropped the wooden spoon you had been holding and quickly stepped forward, taking the instrument into your hands as if it were the most precious thing you had held in a long time.

“I can’t believe it,” you murmured, your voice trembling.

Rick watched you with satisfaction, crossing his arms.

“I found it in an abandoned house on the outskirts,” he explained. “Thought you might like it.”

The emotion was too much to contain. You threw yourself at him, pressing kisses all over his face.

Carl made a disgusted face.

“Eww, come on! I’m right here!” he exclaimed, dramatically looking away.

Rick chuckled and wrapped an arm around you, clearly enjoying your reaction.

“Well, what are you waiting for? We want to hear you play,” he said with a smile.

You ran your fingers over the strings, feeling the familiar texture beneath your fingertips. The wood was cold, but it would soon warm up with your touch. However, as soon as you plucked a string, you immediately noticed how out of tune it was. You frowned and turned the guitar in your hands, looking for something to tune it with.

You didn’t have a proper tuner, but in this world, improvisation was everything. You found a small screw among the kitchen utensils and, with some patience, used it to adjust the pegs until each string had the correct tone.

Finally, you closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and let your fingers begin to move.

The first note resonated through the room with a pure, nostalgic sound.

It was as if something inside you had awakened from a long slumber.

Your hands moved instinctively, playing a soft and melancholic melody you used to play before everything changed. Each chord, each vibration, filled the air with something that had been missing for far too long. Music. Something so simple, yet so powerful.

Just seconds later, you felt a lump form in your throat. You nearly cried as you realized how much you had missed this, how much you had needed this moment.

When the last note faded, you opened your eyes and looked at Rick.

He was watching you with something in his expression that was hard to describe. It was pride, it was love, it was the satisfaction of having done something that truly made you happy.

You didn’t think twice.

You set the guitar aside and hugged him with all the strength you had.

“I love you,” you whispered against his neck. “I love you so much, Rick.”

He held you tightly, running a hand through your hair, and responded in that deep, raspy voice you loved so much:

“I love you too. And I love seeing you this happy.”

Carl, from the corner, shook his head with a mix of amusement and mild annoyance.

“Can you guys stop being so mushy?”

Rick let out a laugh and kissed your forehead softly before replying:

“Well, son, I suggest you head upstairs because things are about to get a lot more serious.”

Carl practically ran up the stairs with little Judith in tow. Laughter filled the room, blending with the warmth of the moment. And for the first time in a long time, you felt that life still had beauty, still had magic.

All thanks to him.

negan

You were in the only place in the Sanctuary where you could truly feel safe: Negan’s room.

You were lying on the bed, your legs bent and a blanket covering you, enjoying one of the few moments of tranquility you had in this place. Here, you could breathe.

Negan walked into the room with his characteristic air of confidence, that half-smile you knew so well, and a spark in his dark eyes. But this time, something about his demeanor caught your attention. He walked with his hands behind his back, as if he were hiding something.

You frowned and sat up slightly on the bed.

“What do you have there?” you asked curiously.

Negan’s smile widened. “Oh, this…” he said in that playful tone he used when he wanted to tease you a little.

He pulled out what he had been hiding and held it up in front of you.

Your heart nearly stopped.

It was a book. But not just any book. It was The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.

Your favorite author. Your favorite book.

Your brain took a few seconds to process it. You knew that Negan always got what he wanted, that he could find anything if he set his mind to it, but you never imagined he would remember something so specific about you.

You blinked, feeling a lump form in your throat. Slowly, you took the book in your hands as if it were the most valuable object in the world. The cover was slightly worn, but the pages were intact. You carefully flipped through them, running your fingers over the printed words, and then, without being able to help yourself, you hugged it to your chest.

Negan let out a chuckle. “Damn, I never thought I’d see someone hugging a book like it was a goddamn treasure.”

You looked at him with bright eyes, emotion coursing through every part of you.

“Negan… how did you find it?” you whispered.

He shrugged, as if it was no big deal. “One of the patrols found it in a wrecked library. They were gonna bring me a bunch of useless books, but then I saw this one and remembered a certain someone wouldn’t shut up about Oscar Wilde.”

You bit your lip, trying to hold back a smile.

Negan sat at the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees and watching you with amusement. “I really don’t get what’s so special about this book.”

You looked at him in disbelief. “What do you mean, what’s so special? It’s a masterpiece!”

He raised an eyebrow. “Enlighten me, professor.”

You took a deep breath, excitement vibrating in your voice. “It’s a story about a man who manages to make his portrait age instead of him, keeping himself young and beautiful forever. But the painting doesn’t just reflect the passage of time—it shows every one of his sins and corruptions. Dorian plunges into a life of excess, not caring about the consequences, until everything turns into a complete nightmare.”

Negan let out a low whistle. “Sounds like a selfish bastard.”

You smiled. “It’s more than that. It’s about the corruption of the soul, about how beauty can be both a blessing and a curse. Wilde had such a unique way of writing—sarcastic but poetic… it’s just incredible.”

Negan studied you for a moment, as if he were engraving every word of yours into his mind. Then he chuckled.

“So you like charming, doomed men. That explains why you’re here with me.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing. “Yeah, that makes sense.”

Negan lay back on the bed beside you, propping his head up with one hand. “So, are you gonna spend the whole night drooling over your little book, or are you gonna give me some attention?”

You looked at him with a mischievous smile. “You know what I’d like?”

“Enlighten me again.”

You lifted the book in front of him. “I want us to read it together tonight.”

Negan tilted his head, pretending to consider it. “You want me to read out loud? Be your personal narrator again?”

“Yes,” you answered without hesitation. “I want you to read to me before I sleep.”

Negan clicked his tongue and shook his head, but there was warmth in his eyes that told you he wouldn’t refuse.

“Damn it… Alright. Whatever you want, sweetheart.”

You snuggled closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder as you opened the book to the first page. Negan wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you against him as he began to read.

His deep voice filled the room, pronouncing each word with a slow, captivating rhythm.

And in that moment, with the sound of his voice surrounding you and the weight of the book in your hands, you felt that, just for a little while, everything was normal again.

carl

The aroma of spices and freshly made food filled Carol's house. You were sitting at the table, flipping through an old recipe book that Carol had, though it was already incomplete, with some pages torn out.

You had always loved baking. Before the apocalypse, you enjoyed experimenting with new recipes, decorating cakes, and surprising your loved ones with homemade sweets. But now, with limited ingredients and the lack of proper utensils, making something as simple as a cake had become an almost impossible luxury.

Then, the door suddenly burst open.

Carl walked in with a big smile on his face and a backpack slung over one shoulder. His cheeks were slightly flushed, probably from running under the sun.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, walking toward you.

"Looking at recipes… though I doubt I can make any of them with what little we have," you sighed, closing the book in disappointment.

Carl smirked. "Well, then it's your lucky day."

You frowned in curiosity. "What do you mean?"

He placed the backpack on the table and opened it slowly, as if he were about to reveal a treasure. And in a way, he was.

First, he pulled out a packet of yeast. Then, an old and dusty dessert recipe book, but still intact. After that, a slightly torn pastry bag, but still usable. And, as if it were the cherry on top, he placed several bars of chocolate wrapped in aluminum foil on the table.

Your breath hitched for a second.

"Carl…" you whispered, eyes wide.

"I found them in a pastry shop. Everything was rotten, and most people thought it wasn’t worth searching there, but I insisted until I came across these. I knew how much this would mean to you," he explained, with a small, proud smile.

A rush of excitement spread through your entire body. You carefully grabbed the book, feeling the rough texture of its pages, then looked at the pastry bag, the yeast… They were simple things, small things, but in this world, they meant more than anyone could imagine.

Without thinking twice, you threw yourself into his arms.

"You're the best, Carl!" you exclaimed, hugging him tightly.

He chuckled softly, wrapping his arms around you. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

When you pulled back, you picked up the chocolate bars and looked at them with a big smile. "I'm going to make you the best cake you've ever tasted."

Carl raised an eyebrow, amusement flickering in his gaze. "Is that a promise?"

"Of course."

Just as you were about to kiss him, a voice interrupted the moment.

"Hey, no, no, no. You two are not old enough for that."

Both of you turned toward Carol, who was standing with her hands on her hips, giving you a warning look.

Carl let out a small laugh, and you covered your mouth, trying to hold back your own. If Carol knew everything that had happened between the two of you, she’d probably have a heart attack.

"Alright, alright," you said, raising your hands in surrender.

Carol rolled her eyes, then glanced at the ingredients on the table. "Are you going to need help with that?"

"Yeah, but I won’t take any criticism if something goes wrong," you warned with a grin.

"I doubt it," Carol replied with a half-smile.

With her help, you started preparing the mixture. You combined the flour with the yeast, melted the chocolate in a pot with a little water, and whisked everything with the care of someone who was finally doing what they loved again. It was a long process, but you enjoyed it more than you could put into words.

Finally, the cake was ready. The house filled with its warm, sweet aroma, a scent that transported you back to happier times.

You cut the first slice and offered it to Carl with a triumphant smile.

"Try it and tell me what you think."

Carl didn’t hesitate. He took a bite with his fork, and his eyes widened in surprise.

"Well?" you asked, eager.

"Wow…" he murmured, mouth full. "This is amazing."

You laughed in satisfaction as he took another bite.

"Hey!" you exclaimed, snatching the plate away before he could keep devouring it.

Carl looked at you in outrage. "Hey! Why did you do that?"

"You need to save some for the others, especially for Maggie—she’s going through her cravings stage," you reminded him playfully.

Carl let out an exaggerated sigh, crossing his arms like a pouting child. "Fine."

Shaking your head with a smile, you leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

Carol grabbed a piece and carefully wrapped it. "I’m going to take this to Daryl," she said as she headed toward the door.

Before leaving, she turned back to give you both a pointed look.

"And don’t do anything inappropriate, you two."

Carl and you exchanged a knowing glance.

The atmosphere shifted in an instant.

Now you were alone.

Carl looked at you with a small smile, that mischievous smile you knew so well. "So… what are we going to do now?"

You smirked and moved closer to him. "Well… Carol isn’t here anymore to tell us we’re too young for this."

You didn’t give him time to respond. You kissed him, feeling how his lips molded against yours with a mix of sweetness and urgency. Carl’s hands slid down to your waist, pulling you against him, deepening the kiss with growing need.

His fingers traced along your back as the heat between you intensified. You shifted on his lap, never breaking the kiss, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

glenn

You were sitting on the porch steps, enjoying the breeze, when Glenn appeared with a wide grin and his hands hidden behind his back.

"What are you hiding?" you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.

Glenn leaned forward slightly, still wearing that mysterious smile. "Guess."

You frowned, but before you could say anything, he pulled out a rectangular object from behind his back and showed it to you.

Your heart skipped a beat.

"No way!" you exclaimed, bringing your hands to your mouth as you carefully took the object from his hands.

It was an instant camera, one of those that printed the photo right away. It was a little worn out and had some scratches on its body, but even so, it was beautiful.

"Glenn…" you whispered, in awe. "Where did you find this?"

"We were out looking for supplies, and I stumbled upon an antique store. Everything was trashed, but I found this on a shelf, almost intact. I knew you'd love it."

You looked at him, your eyes shining with excitement. Photography had always been one of your passions. Capturing moments, preserving memories… And now, thanks to Glenn, you could do it again.

"You're the best!" you said, hugging him tightly.

Glenn chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. "I know, I know. Now, are you going to try it or what?"

You pulled back and looked at the camera with an excited smile. You checked its condition, carefully opened it, and were surprised to see it still had a cartridge with a few remaining shots.

"Let's test it," you said enthusiastically, and Glenn followed you as you searched for the perfect place to take your first photo.

The sky was clear, with a few white clouds floating lazily. You decided that would be your first captured image. You pointed the camera upward, framing the clouds and the endless blue, and pressed the button.

A soft whirring sound filled the air, and seconds later, a photograph emerged from the camera’s slot.

You carefully took it and gently waved it, waiting for the image to develop. Glenn leaned in to watch with you.

"Did it work?" he asked curiously.

Slowly, the colors started to appear. The blue sky, the clouds—everything captured in a small square picture.

You smiled in amazement. "Yeah… it works."

Glenn grinned. "Great. Now try another one."

You turned and looked around. Alexandria had a unique landscape, with rebuilt houses and nature growing all around. You took another photo, this time of a towering tree with branches stretching like arms toward the sky. Then, another of the empty streets, with the sun casting long shadows on the pavement.

Every picture you took made you feel more alive.

"It's like I'm freezing time," you said, holding the photos between your fingers.

Glenn looked at you fondly. "That’s exactly what you're doing."

You met his gaze, and an idea crossed your mind.

Smiling mischievously, you stepped closer to him, holding the camera in one hand. "I want one with you."

"With me?" he asked, surprised.

You nodded. "Yeah, but not just any picture."

Before he could react, you leaned in and kissed his cheek while pressing the shutter button with your other hand.

The flash went off, and the photo slid out from the camera.

Glenn blinked, a little startled, then laughed. "That was a setup!"

"Not at all," you said with a playful grin as you took the picture and gently waved it.

As the image started to develop, you saw the exact moment you kissed him. Glenn had a surprised expression, but his lips were curved into a smile, and you were leaning toward him with your eyes closed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

You looked at it tenderly.

"I love it," you whispered.

Glenn glanced over your shoulder and smiled. "Well, I guess I can’t complain. I look pretty good in it."

You playfully nudged his ribs, laughing. "Of course, because you're so handsome."

"Exactly," he replied with a cocky grin.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help laughing.

Glenn gazed at you warmly and then gestured toward the photo. "You better keep that safe."

"Of course," you assured him. "This is my most valuable possession now."

Glenn smiled and draped an arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer.

As you looked at the photo, feeling the warmth of Glenn beside you, you knew this moment would be etched in your memory forever. And, thanks to the camera, also on paper.

maggie

The afternoon at Hilltop passed peacefully. Outside, the cool wind blew gently through the trees, and inside the main house, you were sitting at the kitchen table with Jesus, laughing at one of his absurd anecdotes. His humor always managed to bring a smile to your face, even in the middle of the apocalypse.

"I swear, I saw him trying to get on that horse like he was some kind of professional cowboy, and of course, he ended up on the ground in less than two seconds," Jesus said, laughing.

You shook your head, covering your mouth to keep from laughing too loudly. "That doesn’t surprise me at all."

"We should have a contest to see who’s the clumsiest at Hilltop. I say he wins."

Before you could respond, the door opened, and Maggie walked in with something in her hands. Immediately, you noticed she seemed excited, like she had a surprise for you.

"Hey," she greeted with a smile, approaching. "I have something for you."

You blinked, surprised. "For me?"

Maggie nodded and carefully placed the object on the table in front of you.

Your breath caught for a moment when you recognized it.

A pair of ballet slippers.

The pale blue color was slightly worn, and the ribbons had lost their original shine, but that didn’t matter. They were beautiful.

You brought a hand to your mouth, stunned. "Maggie… where did you find these?"

"In an abandoned house while we were looking for supplies," she explained, still smiling. "I couldn’t just leave them there. When I saw them, I knew they were meant for you."

You touched the soft fabric carefully, as if it were fragile. They felt smaller than you remembered, but that didn’t matter either. It had been so long since the last time you had worn ballet slippers that just having them in your hands made you feel like you had gone back to your old life, even if only for a moment.

Jesus whistled in admiration. "Well, well, looks like we have a ballerina among us."

Maggie looked at you with a knowing expression. "Let’s go to the room. I want to see you dance."

"And what about me?" Jesus asked with a playful smile. "Don’t I get to see the show too?"

Maggie narrowed her eyes, shaking her head. "No, it’s a private performance."

Jesus pretended to be offended, then leaned toward you with a mischievous grin. "Well, if you ever need an audience, you know where to find me."

You rolled your eyes and playfully smacked his arm before following Maggie out of the kitchen, the slippers still in your hands.

When you reached Maggie’s room, you closed the door behind you and looked at the wooden floor. It wasn’t a ballet studio with mirrors and support bars, but at least it was flat enough to try.

Maggie sat on the bed, resting her chin on her hands. "I’m ready. Impress me."

You took a deep breath and started preparing. The first step was stretching, though without a barre to hold onto, you had to improvise. You bent forward, stretching your legs and arms, trying to recall the flexibility you had lost over the years.

When you finished, you took the slippers and began putting them on.

As you adjusted them to your feet, you noticed they were snug, a bit too small for your size. Still, you tied the ribbons around your ankles carefully, making sure they were secure.

When you stood up, it took you a moment to regain your balance. It had been too long since the last time you had stood en pointe.

Maggie noticed your hesitation and frowned. "Are you okay?"

You hesitated for a second before answering. "It’s just… I don’t have the right outfit, there’s no music. It feels a little… silly."

Maggie shook her head with a smile. "You don’t need any of that. You’re a dancer, aren’t you? The music is in your head."

Her words made you smile. She was right.

You closed your eyes for a moment, and in your mind, you began to hear the melody of The Nutcracker, the piece you had practiced the most in your life.

When you opened your eyes, you took a deep breath and started moving.

At first, your movements were awkward, uncertain. But as you continued, your body began to remember. You turned with grace, your arms lifted delicately, and your feet glided precisely across the wood.

Maggie was captivated.

"That’s amazing!" she exclaimed, excited.

Her voice gave you more confidence, and soon you were completely immersed in the dance. It was as if time had rewound. For a moment, the outside world ceased to exist. There were no walkers, no death, no destruction. There was only you, the music in your head, and the art of dance flowing through you.

You spun, leaped, feeling the rush of adrenaline through your body like you hadn’t felt in so long.

And then…

Crack.

You stopped abruptly.

Maggie fell silent too, her eyes on your feet.

You looked down and saw that one of the slippers had split at the front. The material hadn’t withstood the pressure of your foot, and now it was unusable.

For a moment, neither of you said anything.

Then, Maggie let out a soft laugh. "Well… that wasn’t in the script."

You laughed too, though deep down, you felt a pang of sadness.

Maggie noticed immediately. She stood up and walked over to you, taking your hands in hers.

"Hey," she said softly. "I’m going to find you another pair. One that fits you perfectly. I promise."

You bit your lip, feeling your eyes fill with tears. Not just because of the slippers, but because of what it meant that Maggie cared so much about something so important to you.

Without thinking twice, you hugged her as if she were your whole world.

Maggie hugged you back, gently rubbing your back.

"Thank you, Maggie," you whispered into her neck.

She smiled against your hair. "That’s what your girlfriend is for, isn’t it?"

abraham

You were sitting at the dining table with Eugene, listening to one of his elaborate explanations about scientific theories that, while interesting, sometimes turned into a monologue that only he fully understood.

"In theory, if we could develop an adequate infrastructure for sustainable energy production under the current circumstances, we could maximize resource efficiency without relying exclusively on fossil fuel generators," Eugene was saying.

You nodded slowly, pretending to understand every word. "Of course, Eugene. That sounds... impressive."

He smiled, clearly pleased. "It is, indeed."

Before he could continue with another explanation, the door swung open, and Abraham walked in with his confident stride and unmistakable grin.

"Well, well, look what fate led me to find," he announced, lifting a large box and setting it down on the table with a loud thud.

You looked at the box curiously, and when you opened it, you let out a small gasp of surprise. It was filled with colorful yarns and crochet hooks.

Your hands ran over the soft threads with genuine excitement, feeling the familiar texture of the yarn between your fingers. It had been so long since you last crocheted that you'd almost forgotten how much you loved it. It had been your hobby before everything went to hell, and now Abraham was bringing it back to you.

Without a second thought, you let out a squeal of delight and jumped onto him, wrapping your arms around his neck and, on impulse, curling your legs around his waist.

He caught you effortlessly, holding you up with ease as he let out a deep chuckle.

"You really know how to make a woman happy, Ford," you whispered teasingly in his ear. "You just earned yourself a golden ticket for whatever you want tonight."

Abraham raised an amused eyebrow and slid a hand down your back. "Whatever I want? Damn, I should find boxes of yarn more often."

You laughed before kissing him intensely, tangling your fingers in his hair as he responded with just as much passion. His body was warm and strong against yours, and for a moment, the world ceased to exist.

Until Eugene cleared his throat in an exaggerated manner.

"As much as I appreciate witnessing displays of affection between human beings, I must remind you both that I am still here."

You pulled away from Abraham, laughing, while he sighed with fake exasperation.

"Damn it, Eugene, always ruining the good moments."

Shaking your head with a smile, you turned back to the box of yarn, excitement flooding you again. "I have to start crocheting right now!"

"Right now?" Abraham asked, crossing his arms.

"Of course!" You looked at both men with a mischievous smile. "The first things I make will be for you two, so sit down and don't move."

Eugene and Abraham exchanged a glance before sighing and taking a seat.

Thus began your crochet marathon.

You spent the entire day immersed in your work, your skilled fingers moving over the yarn, forming precise patterns. It was like reconnecting with a part of yourself you thought you had lost. The simple act of crocheting filled you with peace, a rare sensation in a world where death lurked around every corner.

When you finally finished, you held up the first piece with pride: a purple wool scarf for Eugene.

You handed it to him with a smile. "Here you go, Eugene."

He took the scarf with fascination, examining it closely. "The texture is excellent, and the pattern is well-executed. In fact, this color complements my complexion quite satisfactorily."

"That's an 'I like it' in Eugene language," Abraham joked.

Eugene nodded. "Yes, I like it."

You smiled, then picked up the next piece: a pair of pink crocheted gloves for Abraham.

When he saw them, he raised an eyebrow and looked at the gloves skeptically. "Seriously? Pink gloves? You do know I'm a tough guy, right?"

You playfully shoved his arm, pretending to be offended. "You're always cold at night! Besides, pink is your favorite color, teddy bear."

Eugene let out a quiet chuckle.

Abraham shot him a glare. "What the hell are you laughing at, Eugene?"

Eugene's eyes widened nervously. "Nothing, nothing at all." He stood up quickly, clutching his scarf tightly. "In fact, I have urgent matters to attend to elsewhere. Goodbye."

With that, he hurried out of the room.

You turned to Abraham and smacked his arm. "Stop intimidating him!"

He smirked in amusement and took the gloves, examining them closely.

"So? Do you like them?" you asked, looking at him with hopeful eyes.

Abraham stared at you for a moment, then smirked. "I'm gonna wear them every day, even if it's a hundred degrees outside."

The warmth that spread through your chest was incomparable. You threw yourself into his arms again, hugging him tightly as he laughed, wrapping you in his warmth.

"I love you, teddy bear," you whispered against his neck.

He kissed the top of your head and murmured with a smile, "And I love you, crazy crocheter."

[carlplsrailme]

𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: after a long day you rest in carls arms. he holds you tightly as rain falls over alexandria

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: comfort, cuddling, etc

your eyes are heavy as the sight of the door becomes blurrier and blurrier, the rain slams on the window above you both as carls fingertips run up and down your spine.

you lay on top of him as you dig your nose into his sweatshirt, his scent engulfing you. your eyes shut as goosebumps appear on your back as he brushes over you softly, the both of you sinking into the worn mattress below you.

you feel as though you are falling, your trust for him certain as you lay vulnerable. no weapons, no escape route, no fear.

earphones are softly playing a continuous beat he keeps looping from his ipod, the back of your mind picks apart the song as you subconsciously think what he'd listen to right now, in this moment.

the rare moment he has alone with you, where he can really hold you tight, knowing at least for now you are safe.

your legs go numb as your body prepares itself for sleep, your fingers still twitching as they replay their day of knife-handling and ammo

thats why you collapsed on him the second he raised his arms out for you, understanding everything you needed in that moment with no words shared.

because you two don't need to talk to hear each other, especially on nights like these. You just need to feel safe, and with him, you do.

an: HIIII! i hope you guys liked this drabble..it's me dipping my toes back in 😭im a sucker for sleepy fics so i thought this was a good place to start. thank you so much everyone, and especially to the people still here ilysm 💞