#chandler riggs fanfics

[ruewrote]

𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

you weren't there

selfish

selfish ii.

i cant do this alone

don't write for anymore.

[noodlewritez]

Dirty thief

Pairings: Carl Grimes x Savior!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Negan's kid!reader, hate sex (But they actually hate each other so no kissy kissy stuff), really gross, sloppy oral (M!recieving), cussing

It was 3:39 AM. You throw your rope over the side fence of Alexandria. Sneaking your way around to the armory, unaware of the blue eye watching you from across the street.

Earlier that day, you had gone with your dad's right hand man, Dwight as he was picking up supplies. You saw the armory, looking through the door window, seeing the guns, the gorgeous detail on the guns. Knowing your dad, Negan, wouldn't let you have a gun, you planned to take one, in the middle of the night when no one was awake. You knew they had guard watchers for the main gate and the main gate only so you had to go through the woods to get to the side. You land in a cul-de-sac, running lowly so no one could suspect anything.

You make it to the armory, slamming your body harshly but quietly against the door, popping it open. You're suddenly on the ground, tackled by a tall teenager, someone around your age. You could barely make out any features, the only recognizable trait being the hat you saw on the leader's son that day. This should be easy.

You get up and punch him in the jaw then he pushes you to the ground. "You fucking thief!” He whispers harshly at you, pinning your wrists to the wood floor. You kick him in the hip, getting up and attempting to run before he grabs your leg and slides you under him, straddling you now.

You notice the bulge in his jeans and you smirk and stop fighting back, letting him keep your wrists pinned. "Are you fucking enjoying this?" You spit harshly. His eyes widen but he quickly tries to hide his surprise that you noticed the state he's in.

"Shut the fuck up." He growls. "Tell me that all you want, but I'm not the one who's harder than a fucking rock, now am I? You fucking like that you pinned me down and you sure like the idea of us fucking so cut to the chase and do it already." You spit. He contemplates, still pinning you down, straddling you then rolls his eyes. "You better make this fucking quick."

He releases your wrists, standing up and unbuckling his belt while leaning against the nearest wall. You follow, waiting for him to fish himself out of his own jeans. You roll your eyes as you get fed up. "Jesus fucking Christ, do I have to do everything for you?" You dig his hard, angry cock out of his jeans, sliding them down to his ankles. He takes control, his fingers, digging into your hair as you take him in your mouth. "Fuck, do I have to do this everytime to shut you up?" He pants.

Your spit drips down onto the wood floor and down the throat he was using, soaking your shirt. You fingers hook around the back of his legs, pushing him further down your throat, now feeling him deep in your throat, your nose now buried in his loins. Now, you can fucking taste his sweet precum as he whines, moaning. His hands fasten his movement on your head, up and down his hard length, throwing his head back. "God...dammit..." He gasps, he was getting close.

You pull off of him, standing up to remove your shorts and your soaked panties and shirt when he picks your right thigh up, his other hand pumping his cock and rubbing it against your clit, teasing you. "You said you wanted this to be quick." You try not to whine at the sensation, scratching his back harshly, possibly drawing blood. He inhales sharply and slams into you, feeling all eight inches inside your spongy insides. He lifts up by your other thigh, pressing your whole body against the wall, biting our shoulder, making you hiss.

He starts pumping into you relentlessly, utterly using you to get himself off. You pant and squeeze your eyes closed as you try not to make a pleasurable sound, not giving him what he wants but god, the way he was pounding right on your spot. You moan, scratching his back, digging into his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." You chant, getting dizzy as you feel your orgasm building itself up.

You dig your nails into his back and squeeze your eyes shut once more, waiting for the orgasm to hit you as there was no sign of him stopping. He feels you clenching and slows his place, smirking. Your eyes open. "What... the fuck?!" You pull back, looking him in the eyes with an angry look. "Oh...I'm sorry, did i stop something?" He smirks. "Want me to keep going?" He coos mockingly.

"Keep fuckin' going, Grimes." You growl and with that, his hips start snapping against yours once again. You throw your head back against the wood walls and bite. "If only you looked as good as you fucked, Grimes, Christ...." You whine as his pace picks up. "This is all your fucking good for. Just a hole for me to fuck." He pants, looking down at you sucking him in, the sight getting him off more than it fucking should. You feel your orgasm crawl back closer to you, your hands finding his scalp and pulling his hair.

"God...."

He smirks, finding pleasure in you trying to hide your sounds. "Fuck, anyone else know what a little slut you are, or do you save it just for me?" He growls in your ear and fuck, that's what breaks you. You cum all over him, coating him, you throw your head back, pulling his hair tighter in between your fingers as you moan loudly.

"God, you are just a fucking slut, liking it when I insult you." he smirks, pounding non-stop until he groans and leans his weight on you, spilling into you. "Fuck...Fuck." He moans.

He pulls out, both of you standing on wobbly legs now. You pull your shorts on, strutting out of the door as confident as you can muster as you pull your shirt on.

You don't see him again until Dwight takes you for the ride to another supply pick-up. You get out of the truck to see him except this time clothed. You flush as you see him, walking towards him when Dwight wasn't looking. "You're limping." He bites back a smile. You roll your eyes, that's all you need.

"Until next time?" He looks you up and down then winks at you.

Next time?

[carlplsrailme]

𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 | 𝐜.𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

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

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: riding, p in v sex, etc

word count: 500

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

he's gotten on your last nerve.

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

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

you're so bored.

"do-"

"no."

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

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

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

"Carl."

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

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

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

"the cowboy rule," you begin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[carlgrimesgfofficial]

nothing unites girls like having a crush on the same celebrity twice their age

[yesimilkdamilkman]

𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬.

He's breathingtaking, eyetaking™, bullettaking™.

[smutinlove]

—JASON TODD AND CARL GRIMES X READER—TRINITY—SMUT

—searching, finding, begging, needing, wishing.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

Jason Todd and Carl Grimes were two different people who had met on the occasion of joining forces to defeat a common enemy, a man named Negan Smith. Carl was twenty when he and Jason combined their communities.

Two years had gone by, and their communities fought Negan. They had managed to get rid of a few outposts and had killed a lot of saviors. But whenever they cut the head off one, two heads took their place.

Jason Todd and Carl Grimes were two different people who had met on the occasion of joining forces to defeat a common enemy, a man named Negan Smith.

But there was one thing—well, rather, a person—that always intrigued them. Negan Smith's daughter, Y/N Smith. They had seen you fighting side-by-side with the other saviors. You had killed some of Carl and Jason's men.

You even fought Carl and Jason once. But that fight had ended with you flirting with them and giving Carl a quick kiss, both confusing him and Jason.

You often thought of that kiss. His lips were soft and enticing, leaving you wanting more. But you also wondered what Jason tasted like. I mean, he had the body of a Greek god. That was rare.

You gazed at the starry night. Today was quite peaceful. The grass clung to your arms as you laid back. Your father also hadn't planned any attacks on Alexandria, and neither did Alexandria on the Saviors. But your lips longed for the two men behind enemy lines.

You closed your eyes, wishing things could be different. Then, maybe they could. You got up and ran back inside. You went into your bedroom and searched for a pen and paper.

You quickly got down to writing:

To my two favorite Alexandrians,

We need to talk. Me and my father want a truce. Too many people have been hurt and have suffered. Both on our side and yours. Meet us in the woods behind Alexandria. There will be a camper van. Knock twice. Be there tomorrow at night. We only want you two.

-Y/N Smith

You folded the piece of paper twice and left your room to find someone who'd be willing to give it to them. Then, you spotted a boy who was two years younger than you. He'd do anything you asked.

You smirked and walked up to him. "Hey, Daniel," you said flirtatiously. He grinned sheepishly. "I was wondering if you could give this note to Carl and Jason? They're at Alexandria. You know them, right?"

He nodded. "Why? Is it important?" he asked. You nodded. "Do this for me, and you'll be rewarded." Daniel's eyes lit up, and he did as you asked. He skipped off, leaving you smirking.

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

You heard a small rustling sound near the bushes. You smirked. It was them.

You heard a knock. Then, another. You went over, unlocked the camper van, and let them in. "Hey," you said sweetly. Jason and Carl entered. "Get comfortable," you said. The two sat down on the sofa.

"Where's your dad?" Carl asked. "Oh, he's not here," you said, sitting next to Jason. "Wait—" You smashed Jason's lips against yours, cutting him off. The thing is, he didn't pull away.

Your hands wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Jason's hands trailed down your waist, stopping at your hips. You felt a pair of lips trail down your neck. It was Carl. One of his hands was on your waist, his finger digging into it.

You pulled away from Jason and started to kiss Carl; his lips fit perfectly against yours. Your hands were tangled in his hair. Jason got down on his knees and pulled down your shorts, revealing your lacy black panties.

"Dirty, girl," he chuckled before pulling them down as well. Once Carl pulled away from the kiss, he started to work on your upper body. He took off your shirt, revealing your bra that matched your underwear.

He skillfully unclasped it.

Carl's mouth attacked your boob, his tongue swirling around the nipple. His free hand kneaded your other boob. Jason spread your legs and started to plant kisses from your knee to your thigh.

"Oh god," you moaned.

Carl's mouth attacked your breast, his tongue swirling around the nipple. His free hand kneaded your other breast. Jason spread your legs and started to plant kisses from your knee to your thigh.

"Oh god," you moaned. Jason's mouth latched onto your clit, his tongue drawing circles on it. Your hands pulled on Carl's hair.

Carl sucked hard on your breast. Jason inserted a finger into your core, and a pornographic moan came out of you.

Jason pumped his finger faster, while Carl left love bites on your neck and boobs.

You felt a knot form in the pit of your stomach. Carl pulled away from your chest and started to attack your mouth, his tongue sliding against your bottom lip. You allowed him to explore your mouth.

You let out a muffled moan into the kiss as Jason curled his finger, hitting your g-spot. You were so close. Jason continued to pump his finger. "Let it out, doll," and you swore you experienced heaven.

You broke away from the kiss and cried out. Jason's mouth and finger never left your core. After a minute, Jason stood up and crashed his lips against yours, letting you taste yourself. You felt his erection rub against your knee. You also felt Carl's erection against your back.

"I'm not done with you two yet," you murmured.

You pulled away and unbuttoned Carl's shirt and pulled it down his arms, throwing it to the ground. Jason took his shirt off, revealing his perfectly sculpted body.

You stood up, and unbuckled Carl's belt, and let his pants slide down. You took his boxers off, and his cock sprung out.

Jason did the same to himself. You took your time to admire them; their bodies were perfect, no scars or anything.

"See something you like?" Carl asked. You smirked. You pushed them down on the sofa. You climbed into Jason's lap and started to grind on him. "Fuck, angel. You're perfect," he groaned.

His fingers dug into your ass, helping you move faster. You felt him getting harder. You stopped and turned around. Carl was in front of you. "I want you both," you breathed.

Jason grabbed his cock and rubbed it on your core.

"You sure about this, princess?" he asked. You nodded.

"Please," you moaned. Jason's eyes darkened. He lifted you up slightly and let his cock slide into your cunt. You moaned at the sensation of being full.

"Holy fuck," he cursed. Carl's fingers wrapped around his own cock, pumping slowly.

Jason's hands were on your waist. You moved up and down his shaft, feeling his veins rub against your walls.

Carl's free hand played with your boobs. Jason leaned his head on the sofa, groaning. You moaned, feeling him hit your g-spot. Jason's hands gripped your waist, his hips meeting yours. "God, angel, you feel so good. I'm going to fill 'ya up."

You leaned back on his chest, your back arching. You moaned loudly. Jason's hands went back to your hips, controlling your speed.

"Come on, baby. Come for me," Jason whispered in your ear. Your body jerked as you reached your climax. "Jason!" you screamed. You panted. Jason lifted you off him.

Jason and Carl grinned. They lifted you up. Carl grabbed his cock and aligned himself at your entrance.

You felt his tip penetrate your hole. He groaned and thrusted in, inch by inch. "Oh my god," you cried. "Holy shit," Carl groaned. "So fucking tight," Jason was behind you. He kissed the nape of your neck.

"It's okay, angel. You're doing so well."

Once you adjusted, he pulled out and slammed back in, causing you to cry out. "Fucking hell, princess," Jason growled.

"Oh, shit!"

Carl's thrusts became faster and deeper. Your hands held onto his shoulders. Jason's fingers trailed down to your clit and started to rub circles.

"Fuck, babe, I'm close," Carl moaned.

Carl and Jason's thrusts became erratic. You clenched around their cocks. "Shit! I—" you screamed.

A second later, Carl released into you. Jason thrusted one more time and came, moaning your name. Your head fell back on Jason's shoulder. You were exhausted. But this was thrilling. The idea of two men fucking you dumb got you going. "Don't worry, love. We'll take care of you," Jason whispered, wrapping his arms around your back.

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

THIS IS INSANE!!!! AHSIMAJRNINS

I DID NOT EVER EXPECT TO WRITE THIS. LIKE A FANDOM CROSSOVER???? WOAH... LIKE. ANYWAY I HOPE YALL ENJOYED. this was insane. i cant believe im legit mixing fandoms. who am i? hermione granger? this is so shocking and fun and like confusing but OMG.

this is fun af

anyway i seriously hope yall enjoyed. this was wild to write. omg. (consider this as my VERY LATE 200+ followers special!)

i love you<3

[sunkissedandseraphic]

My Guardian Angel is Crying: Chapter 2

Story Summary: When Rick and Michonne watched Judith walk onto the school bus, calling out a small "I love you!" before the doors closed behind her, they smiled, knowing their family had welcomed another good day. But merely hours later, they receive a call that shatters their world: while going back to the classroom after their time on the playground, someone had managed to kidnap Judith, and there was no trace of who took her and where she was now. Desperate to find their little girl, Rick and Michonne were determined to get to the bottom of this, even if that meant supporting each other and their son in the midst of their own breakdowns. They had to find her, because if they didn't, they'd crumble into pieces too small to put back together

Chapter Summary: Of course, Rick and Michonne were utterly devastated with Judith's abduction, but now they had to break the news to the one who practically lived for Judith: Carl.

A/N: I am currently working on some request oneshots, but for now, here is chapter 2!

The car ride to Carol and Ezekiel’s house was silent, the only noise filling the heavy emptiness being the low hum of the air conditioning. Neither Rick nor Michonne could bring themselves to hold a conversation, too swallowed up in their own racing thoughts. 

Numerous news apps and social media accounts had posted about Judith, listing all her information and the numbers to call if anyone happened to see her. The picture Michonne had given Dwight to use was one from her first day of school: hair brushed into pigtails, all dolled up in her prettiest sundress, and Rick’s– or, more like Carl’s– sheriff’s hat resting on top of her head, complete with the brightest smile Michonne had ever laid eyes on.

It gave Michonne hives to think about whether or not she’d ever be able to see Judith smile like that again. 

As the pair parked their car in the driveway, she followed Rick as he shuffled up the steps and rang the doorbell, desperate to make sure his son was still safe and hadn’t been stolen from them too.

After a moment, the door swung open, and Carol wrapped her arms around Rick, trapping him in the tightest hug she could muster. “God, are you okay?” She asked, pulling away and brushing a strand of his hair from his eyes before moving to hug Michonne, who happened to let a few tears slip as she melted into the embrace. “Anything on Judith? What did the school say? The police?”

Rick could hear Michonne responding, but his ears couldn’t make out the words. It felt like he was underwater; muddy voices surrounded him, his limbs acting as if they were trudging through a deep ocean, like a slow-motion sequence of a movie he didn’t know how to pause. His legs carried him only a few steps into the entryway, but that was all Rick needed. When he saw Carl trail behind Sophia down the hallway, offering his father a small grin, Rick felt like he had been pulled ashore amid his drowning.

“Hey, dad,”

Carl could barely say two words before Rick rushed him into his arms. He hugged him so close he felt an ache in his bones, his grip never easing, desperate to believe that when he let go, Carl would still be there, still protected under his watch. With one hand, Rick rubbed circles into Carl’s back, and with the other, he lifted the cowboy hat off his curls and pressed a kiss to the crown of his head.

“I love you, Carl. I love you so much,”

“I love you too…” The teen mumbled into Rick’s shoulder, his voice laced with confusion. Carl loved his father, but he knew that Rick was never normally this affectionate; the sudden outpour of love made him uneasy, and the stains of what were once tear tracks, now dry, didn't help. “What’s wrong? I thought you said you were working late again tonight?”

The fact that Carl received no response to his questions only made him more anxious. Something had to be wrong, but, knowing his dad, Rick would never tell him. He never wanted his son to worry about anything, which only ever amplified the boy’s concerns. Rick understood Carl deserved to know what had happened, but he didn’t know how to start. Judith was his whole world, he was her favorite, how was he supposed to tell him that she was gone?

Rick kept Carl in his arms a little longer before finally releasing him, his hand lingering on his son’s cheek as he kissed the top of his head one final time. He tried to keep up a facade, but the cracks were too obvious, so before Rick could break down again, he tucked Carl under his arm and led him back over to Michonne, where the family said their goodbyes and sluggishly retreated into the car.

The two lovers couldn’t bring themselves to shatter Carl’s joy just yet. So, while Rick tried to stay focused on the road, Michonne pieced herself together enough to ask him about his day, to which he eagerly went from story to story the rest of the ride home– which she was thankful for, knowing if she tried to speak more than a word or two the floodgates would burst.

When they walked into the house, the excited expression on Carl’s face quickly faltered. Where was his sister? Usually, she’d come running at the sound of the door opening, aching to just jump into his arms and go on and on for hours about her adventures at school, making sure not to spare any minuscule details. 

A couple of steps into the house, hoping for any sign of the small girl, left a pit of dread in his gut as he realized the only sound that could be heard was the jingling of keys and his hightops creaking against the hardwood. First, the strange behavior from his parents, and now this? It sent chills down his spine and his lunch back up in his throat

“Where’s Judith?” He questioned, turning around in hopes of getting some kind of answer, but all he was met with were two sets of wide eyes that glanced at each other anxiously. “I mean, I thought it was a little weird that she wasn’t with you guys when you picked me up from Carol’s, but I just figured you dropped her off next door and Nabila was watching her,”

Again, he was met with nothing but a suffocating silence. It wasn’t until after a minute did Michonne finally step forward, releasing a deep sigh as she lightly placed her hands on Carl’s shoulders. “Sweetheart…” her gaze was cast down at first, too afraid to meet his sweet blue eyes as she could feel the waterworks start all over again.

“Judith… Judith is missing. They, uhm, they think she was kidnapped by Shane and your mother.”

Michonne and Rick’s hearts shattered as they witnessed the instant his world was turned upside down. Upon hearing the news, Carl’s knees buckled and he crumpled to the floor, crying out wails and pleads one right after the other. The two caught him and gathered Carl into their grasp without hesitation. Guild flooded them, knowing there was nothing either of them could do to help at the moment; they both had their time to react, and this was how he needed to process it, not that it made watching Carl’s breakdown any easier.

Tears were quick to soak into Michonne’s shirt but she didn’t care. All she did was hold her son closer to her chest as Rick ran his fingers through his knotted locks– a technique he had learned years ago to help calm Carl down after nightmares, which now applied to any of the hardships that came with being a sixteen-year-old boy– rocking him back and forth, whispering hushed reassurances in his ear.

“They’re gonna find her, right? They– They have to find her! T-They have to, please, they have to!” Carl slurred, too distraught to speak properly. The boy was gasping for breaths in between weeps, and they could tell that if they couldn’t get him to calm down soon, he’d make himself sick.

“They will, baby, they will.” Michonne shushed him, pulling away from the embrace and laying her hand on his cheek, wiping his never-ending stream of tears with her thumb. “There’s a post from the sheriff’s department and the news about her and a warrant out for both of their arrests. They’ll find her,”

The three remained like that for a while, trying to comfort one another with hopeful promises. Eventually, Carl stood up and excused himself to his room, and Rick and Michonne tried to ignore the way his feet dragged and his body trembled. Even hours later, when Rick had knocked on his bedroom door with a plate of food from the meal he refused to come down for in his hand, begging him to open up and eat even just a few bites, there was no sound or movement from the other side. 

The evening had seemed to drag on for months, but finally, the sun had started to set on the worst day of their lives. 

Michonne had tried to drown out her overwhelming thoughts in a long, hot shower, but when she still felt as though she was teetering on the edge of an anxiety attack after twenty minutes, she gave up and turned off the water. Drying off, she couldn’t help but be concerned by the lack of noise coming from her and Rick’s bedroom; she knew he was in there, but goddamn, it sounded like the room was abandoned. 

Now dressed in clean pajamas and wrapped up in her bathrobe– the one she had gotten from the kids for Mother’s Day, which was probably the most comfortable thing she owned, and the only thing keeping her senses grounded– she quietly slipped out of the master bathroom and into her bedroom. Her features softened as she saw her husband sitting at the edge of the bed, staring out into the void ahead of him, gripping his hands so tightly they were turning white.

“Hey, you alright?” Rick could hear someone speaking, but he didn’t know what they were saying anymore. He feels like he’s thought that a million times today. It was as if his brain was just… shut off, leaving him unable to understand anything that was going on around him. Hell, if he was being honest, he didn’t even remember most of the day; he didn’t remember being at Carol’s, he didn’t remember driving, and he didn’t even remember attempting to bring Carl something to eat barely an hour ago. Was that an hour ago? Did that even happen today, or was the week just one big jumble in his mind now? “Rick, sweetheart, look at me,”

When Rick came to again he saw Michonne crouched on the floor in front of him. Her hands were on his face as she frantically tried to wipe the tears that trailed down his cheeks, looking up at him with an expression so loving he would have cried harder if that were possible.

He hadn’t realized how long she had been calling his name before he finally heard her, trying to break whatever trance he had spiraled into. “There you are, love,” Michonne whispered, reaching to move some of his fallen hair out of his face and keep him focused on her, “Everything is going to be alright, okay? They are going to find Judith, and when they do, she’ll be safe, and we’ll bring her home and she’ll be okay.”

She moved off of the carpet and onto the bed, sitting beside Rick. Michonne slowly intertwined their fingers and within moments, Rick squeezed her hand and brought it up to his lips, placing a soft kiss on her knuckles. With his free hand, he rubbed it over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose as he struggled to articulate anything he was thinking.

“I… I fought so hard for her, ‘Chonne,” Rick mumbled, unable to bring himself to speak any louder than his breath. Memories of fighting for full custody of Carl and Judith, memories of the horribly extensive legal battles he wrestled through just to keep kids safe rushing back to him. Memories of his rock bottom moments, where he couldn’t see any hope in those long days. “I fought so hard to keep her safe and to keep her away from them, they can’t just rip her away from me. That’s my Judy, that’s our girl,”

Fear overtook Rick as he tried not to think about where his daughter could be, where those monsters could have stolen her away. For all he knew, she could be hurt. She could be starving. She could be cold. She could be sick. She could be neglected again. She could be–

“I-I’m so scared, Michonne. I can’t– I can’t lose her.”

Before she had time to react, Michonne had an armful of Rick Grimes, blubbering and sobbing out the same sentence like a broken record. She held her husband tight, rocking him just like she had done with their son that same afternoon. It took every ounce of strength she still had left not to crash down alongside him, but she needed to be strong; he needed her in this moment, and Michonne was determined to be the rock that held him up tonight.

“We won’t lose her. Judith is gonna be home, safe and sound, and they won’t be able to hurt her,” She promised, but Michonne was terrified that those hopes were nothing more than empty promises that would go unfulfilled.

[ivorysfilms]

WILLS / WONT’S

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— nsfw / sfw

— oneshots

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( it’s gross i’m sorry )

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( carl grimes, daryl dixon )

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☾꙳all the things I hate about you☀︎꙳ pt.5

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Chandler Riggs x Fem! reader

Warning: swearing

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Hi everyone! sorry it’s been so long, ill try my best to post every time I can but I do have a really big school trip coming up (it’s out of state) so I’m getting a lot more work than usual so my apologies if updates are slow

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we made it, I was now only a few days away from being a part of something incredible and most importantly I, me, Y/n L/n was going to see Chandler fucking Riggs in person! how amazing right?  At least that’s what I would say if I hadn't already promised I wouldn’t bother or talk to him unless needed to 

I and my mom decided to take a small break and go get some food at the airport, I thought that now would be a good time to call F/n, I clicked her contact and listened to it ring, and ring, and ring some more “Hi this is F/n sorry I couldn’t pick up the phone im probably busy” before the voicemail sound started playing I hung up, F/n always responded always, no matter what she was doing, but I just brushed it off and decided to text her 

‘hii I just got to Atlanta call me when you’re free!’

I then took my last bite of food and me and my mom left 

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after what felt like hours, we got to our new house, my god it was huge! “go ahead and find a room N/n (nickname)” my mom said and I nodded putting in my headphones and played f/b (fav band) before grabbing 2 boxes one filled with clothes the other filled with hygiene products,

I opened the door with a bit of struggle and almost dropped my boxes looking at the entire, I was a HUGE fan of big houses and the way they look so this was amazing, I ran up the stairs forgetting I had 2 boxes in my hand, let’s just say the moment I had reached the top of the stairs my arms were sore

after passing 2 other rooms I opened a door to see a room with 3 windows one leading toward the roof, I sat the boxes down and lead up against the wall, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket only to feel disappointment fill me as there was no response from f/n, 

“Y/n come here!” my mom said and I slowly made my way downstairs taking out the headphones as my mom talked to a woman there was a boy standing next to her he was looking down but when he lifted his head up and we locked eyes I imminently ran back upstairs and behind a wall covering my mouth with my hands, 

I had just locked eyes with Chandler Riggs, CHANDLER RIGGS IS AT MY DOOR,  

“Please come in, I’ll go get my daughter” I heard my mom say as footsteps filled my ears, my heart was racing my breaths were heavy sweat dripping down my head,  “hun?” my mom said, and turned her head to see me sitting on the ground looking like a nervous wreck.  “are you okay Hun?” she asked and violently shock my head before standing up and pointed to her ear she rolled her eyes at my childishness and leaned down,  “Chandler Riggs is literally in our house mom, no I am NOT okay,” I said and she laughed.  “come on Y/n you 14 you need to stop being so shy” my mom then pushed me forward so I was standing at the top of the stairs, I could feel Chandler and his mom stair at me, I dug my nails into my hand as I felt my mom erg me to go down the stairs so I did I walked down slowly till we were both standing Infront of them, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't lift my head up not for a second when my moms hand went to my shoulders forcing me to once again lock eyes with Chandler, HOW CAN SOMEINE BE EVEN CUTER IN PERSON OMGGGGGGG

I was internally screaming when I saw Chandler’s face turn into something that looked, disappointed?  “this is my Daughter Y/n” my mom said and I looked back down and gave a small wave.  “like Y/n L/n? well isn’t this a surprise you going to be working with my son right?” she asked and I nodded,  “I’m Gina it’s lovely to meet you” she said and I opened my mouth,  “its nice to meet you too” I said quietly shaming myself for not looking at her while she talked.  “y/n has always been so bashful my apologies” my mom said and once again I shoved my nails into my hand.  “oh that’s Fine, Chandler why don't you introduce yourself?” Gina said and my heart began to race more just by hearing his name,  “oh there’s no need, Y/n has told me so much about you” I looked up at my mom with a ‘why would you say that look’ and she chuckled.  “she has always loved, what was his name? Carl? since she was little” my mom said and the more she did the more I wanted to jump off a bridge.  “Hi I’m Chandler” GOD HIS VOICE WAS NECTOR FROM THE HEAVENS OMGGGGGG AHHHHHHH’

“it was lovely to meet you too but y’all are probably busy with unpacking so we’ll be off, heres my number if you need anything,” Gina said and handed my mom a piece of paper.  “Thank you for coming over I’ll see you soon,” my mom said and they left

I just made eye contact with Chandler Fucking Riggs, not once BUT TWICE, wait...why did he look at me like that? was there something On my face? maybe my clothes? did I look at him weirdly? did he think I'm weird? 

did I seriously just ruin my first impression with the person I have admired my whole life

GOD DAMMIT Y/-

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You Are so Beautiful,

carl grimes (Part Two)

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader (she/her)

A/N: Part two to You Are so Beautiful. I hoped you enjoyed the first part and if you’re just now seeing this, you should go read part one. (Again, credits to @cosmic-flwers !!)

warnings: “borderline” smut (no actual sex just getting there ig), a few season 7 spoilers!!

Season 7 Carl Grimes so he’s around 17-18, Y/N is the same age as Carl and is Negan’s daughter. Told from first person P.O.V. (Y/N’s P.O.V.)

!! proof read !!

Summary for part one: While on a walk Y/N heard a scream coming from Carl and Judith crying. She went to their house and saw Carl covering his wound with his hand. (context — Carl was trying to get Judith to go take a nap, she refused and scratched his wound causing him to scream.) Y/N bribed Judith with candy, she soon fell asleep, and Y/N offered to clean up Carl’s wound and give him a new bandage.

Y/N: purple

Carl: blue

Rick: green

Negan: orange

Enjoy!

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“Is your dad here or is it just you and Judy?” I asked Carl.

“My dad has been out for a bit but he never told me when he’d be back.” He replied.

“Then we better make this quick.” I said, Carl not hesitating to toss his flannel and shirt to the ground. Once that was out of the way he helped me take my top off, biting his lip as the fabric lifted. He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer, allowing me to straddle him. He placed soft kisses on my neck and collarbone, leaving a few, bright, plum marks on my skin. (those were going to be hard to hide) The feeling of his soft hands against every inch of my waist felt amazing. He placed a firm hand on my jaw to kiss me. His lips were so fucking soft, along with his tongue that managed to sneak into my mouth; though, I can’t complain.

It hadn’t been long before us giving each other, “soft kisses” became a full blown “make out session.”

Carl’s belligerent kisses caused a piercing moan to slip away from my lips.

“Be quiet.” He ordered, “Judith is still asleep, remember?”

“I can’t help it!” I said panting, practically gasping for air. My body shuddered with pleasure when I felt him growing beneath me. He gave me one last, gentle, kiss and looked up at me, tucking my hair behind my ear.

“You sure you wanna do this?” My pussy began to throb after hearing his words. Asking for a girl’s consent is such a simple yet hot think for a guy to do, especially during the apocalypse since the law “doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Yeah-Yes. I’m sure.” I said, eager for him to fuck me. I slid my shoes and socks off as he unbuttoned my pants. I stood up so they could simply fal to the ground, doing the same for my bra. I snapped my fingers in Carl’s face after noticing he was getting a bit distracted. I began to unbutton his jeans but before he could take them off we heard a door open from far away, jumping at the sound of Rick’s voice.

“Carl?” Rick yelled from the living room.

“Shit.” I gave Carl a “we’re fucked” kind of look.

“One second, Dad!” He buttoned his jeans and put his shirt on. I put my top on and tried to pull my pants up as quick as I could after hearing foot steps coming closer to the bathroom door.

“Carl-Carl?! Y/N?!” I looked like a deer in headlights when I saw Rick’s eyes watching his son’s hands as he buttoned my pants.

“I-I should probably get-going…” I stuttered, trying to get passed Rick.

“Hey, you’re forgetting your uhm…” Rick pointed at my bra that was on the floor. I turned around and let out a loud, annoyed, groan.

“You stupid slut.” I mumbled to myself.

“How about you two get… Decent and then come downstairs. We’re having a talk.” Rick slammed the bathroom door shut.

“I’m so fucking screwed.” Carl told me the minute his dad was gone.

“Me too.” I laughed.

“Not as much as me, you won’t get in trouble by your dad.” He assumed.

“And how do you know that?”

“Well, first off, your dad actually likes me and second, he’s an asshole but seems to be a lot cooler than my dad is.”

“Wait, your dad doesn’t like me?”

“It’s not that he doesn’t like you…He doesn’t-Trust you.”

“That doesn’t make it any better!” I pouted. We walked outside of the bathroom and downstairs into the living room, when me and Carl sat one the couch at trembled at the sight of Rick’s “death stare.”

“You two have got to understand why having sex isn’t the best idea with how everything is right now.” I sighed in relief, maybe we weren’t as fucked as we thought we were.

“Dad, I know but… We’ll be fine.” I nodded in response to Carl’s comment.

It didn’t make much sense to me since, from my knowledge, there isn’t any access to condoms nor birth control with how the world is right now.

“With what condoms?” It was as if Rick was reading my mind.

“Well, I found some in-In your room plus, Glenn was stocked up so… Yeah.” Carl gave a light chuckle regretting bringing up the dead member.

“Not trying to be selfish or anything like that but… You won’t tell my dad, will you? He doesn’t even know I’m here right now.” I blurted out.

“You know… Now that you’re bringing it up, I will. I’m sure he’d love to hear that you’re causing trouble.” I was quite annoyed by the cocky smile on Rick’s face, I did nothing to him to deserve his wishes upon my downfall. “Where is he right now?”

“Grab Judith, she’s asleep in her room, I’ll show you.” I said, looking at Carl with an ashamed look on my face. Rick grabbed Judith and the three of them followed me back to my dad who was still outside “working.”

“Finally, you’re back! Wait-What are they doing with you?” My dad asked me.

“Y/N and C-”

“Oh! I asked her. Not you.”

“Actually-Rick was needing to talk to you about… Something.”

“Well then, go ahead.”

“Your daughter and my son were, about to, have sex before I stopped em’. I just thought you should know that since I know how protective you are of her.” My body was full of annoyance, Rick was making such a big deal out of nothing and for no reason!

“Okay.” My dad shrugged.

“Okay?” Rick laughed in shock.

“Do you think I actually would have given a single fuck about Y/N•N having sex? And anyway, if she’s going to have sex with anyone I’m perfectly fine with it being your son.” It’s not that my dad doesn’t care about my own health or safety, he just knows that it’s stupid to get all worked up over something like this.

“Are you being serious?” Me and Carl began to laugh at Rick’s dramatic reaction.

“They’re horny teenagers, they probably barely ever seen anyone that’s they’re age. So yes, I am being serious because, once again, our kids having sex is the least of anyone’s problems right now.”

“Told you that your dad was cool.” Carl looked at me with an annoyingly cute smirk.

“Shut up.”

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you should totally make another fanfic of me and carl 😍 the last one made me cu- HAPPY! HAPPY..

Ok here you go 🥰🥰

Love you

So this is called Snow day 😍

(This is season 6 Carl)

It was a cold day in mid December, Snow was falling softly in Alexandria

Samia and Carl had been dating for about a year now

Today they both decided to take a break form hunting and supply runs and play out in the snow it felt childish but it was something to do while Rick was out

“Mia wanna have a snow ball fight, if I win you gotta give me all the chocolate pudding” Carl says with a smirk on his face teasing her

“Fine but if I win I get all the chocolate pudding” Samia says laughing a little

“Ok” Carl says smirking

Carl and Samia pick up the snow, snd Carl throws first, it hits samia a bit but she hits back it goes on like this for a while, until finally Samia wins

“Alright you win Mia” Carl says sighing in defeat

Samia laughs a bit

“I guess I’ll a little of the pudding with you” Samia says with a big smile on her face

Her smile was the cutest thing to Carl so he ran up and and picked her up in the snow

(idk if you’ve seen those videos where couples like pick up one another in the snow but that’s what it’s supposed to be like 😭)

She chuckled as Carl picked her up

“Carl, ah” Samia says as he picks her up

They look into each others eyes for a second until Carl breaks it with a kiss

After a while of standing there Carl puts her down and they decide to go inside the house

“Hey Carl I’m gonna take a shower really quick” samia says as she goes into the bathroom to take her shower

“Ok, I’ll be in my room” Carl says as he lays down on his bed and reads a bit of a comic

Samia takes a shower and when she gets out she decides to go see Carl, she finds Carl laying on his bed reading his comic books

“You’re finally out of the shower” Carl says smiling at her

“Yeah and I’m tired so, I’m gonna go to sleep for a little” Samia says Yawning as she lays down next to Carl and faces him

Carl puts his comic down on the side table and faces samia as he touches her face and softly draws little stars on her face

He slowly pulls her in and kisses her they kiss for a while they have a little make out session but nothing to crazy

They both pull away catching there breath a bit

“I love you Mia, I’ll always be here to protect you I promise” Carl says as they start to cuddle Samia’s head on his chest and arms around him as he plays with her long brown hair

“I love you to Carl” Samia says as she falls asleep on his chest

Carl leans down and kisses her forehead softly

“I love you more Mia” he says practically whispering not to wake her up

He eventually falls asleep thinking about how lucky he is to have Mia and how much he loves her

-the end

I hoped you liked it samia 🥰🥰

I love you sm 🥰🥰

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The apple of his eye

Pairings: Carl Grimes X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Ron is alive blegh, smut (EVERYONE IS 18+), jealousy sex, established relationship, kinda long

Ever since Carl lost his eye to Ron, you had hated him from the root of your being, you couldn't even stand to be in the same room as him, let alone speak to him. I mean, how could you? He shot your boyfriend in the eye....

Until Rick assigned you on a run with him. Amazing.

“It’s only a run, Carl-“

“I don’t care! Do you know what he’s capable of? He almost killed me, what if he puts your life in danger to, the things I would do, Y/N..”

“Carl…” You tried to ease his mind but if there’s anything he gets from his father, it’s his stubbornness.

“You’re not going, he’s putting your life in his hands and I can’t take that risk.” You sighed and connected your forehead to his. “I’ll be fine..” I’m sure you’ll hear me scream if he tries anything...” You chuckle lightly.

But he took it much more seriously than you did.

The day of the run, while you grabbed your gun, he sat on a chair, watching you anxiously. He knew you were probably gonna be find but he couldn’t not worry about you. When you were ready, you turn to him and smile, spreading your arms out for a hug.

He completes the hug, getting up from the chair, smoothing out your hair and kissing just below your ear. “Be careful. I’m serious. He tries anything and you fucking tell me.” You nod, blushing and smiling then head out the door.

On the run, it was mostly Ron just trying to brag about one thing or another and you didn’t necessarily like it. You ignored him. You spit a way into the pharmacy but only by a high window. “Hey-shut up-get me up there.” You tell him and he follows, boosting you up by the feet and helping you in. “Anything good in there?”

Except you can’t see. You shine your flashlight around, looking for the things on the list Rick sent you with. “I don’t see anything! Might need some help looking!” You call out. “I’ll find a way in!” He responds.

And you wait...and you wait and eventually it's fucking dark out.

"Fuck me." You thought.

You grab a rope and just pray to god it's long enough to get you out of the building. You throw it and it barely gets you out. You climb out, keeping your gun loaded and ready if walkers find you. Only a few do, one at a time and you barely fight past them, scratching yourself up on the ground. You make a run for Alexandria and the guards see you. "It's me! Y/N!"

They open the gate and start asking you what happened and how'd you take so long. But you shove past them, planning to explain later. Right now, you're pissed. You walk to Carl's house and open the door to Carl yelling at Ron and demanding to know where you were.

"Carl..?" As soon as he sees you he's hugging you, asking if the scratches on you were from walkers, if you were okay, what had happened. You explain quickly what had happened while staring at Ron. As soon as you're done, Carl is seething.

"You fucking animal." He growls and punches Ron in the mouth. "Get up. You left her out there?!" He demands. Ron tries to lie, saying he couldn't find a way in but Carl doesn't care about that. He cares about Ron getting karma.

"You left her out there, you fucking dog.” He starts punching him, hard, when you pull Carl off of him. "Carl...Enough. come on don't beat the kid to a pulp."

"Out. Now." He growls and Ron runs out quickly with a busted lip, bloody nose and a bruised eye. Carl hugs you and smooths your hair down to comfort you. "I'm so sorry. I tried getting him to tell me where you were, what had happened..." You smile slightly and hug him back when he scoops you up and carries you to his room.

He starts a shower for you where he washes your hair for you and worships you, kissing your knuckles. You just hum in response to his actions as he kisses up and down your neck, leaving hickeys. An once you get out, he scoops you up onto the counter, making out with you, breathing heavily and the only thing between you two is a towel around his waist.

Fuck.

His hands trailed the small of your back as you sat on his lap on his bed, kissing each other heatedly, breathing heavily and whimpering into each other mouths. "Put it in?" You whimper. He nods, looking down, his hat falling partially in front of his face. You giggle and put it on your own head as he slides across your clit. "Ah-! Fuck.." You cry out and he smiles while still looking down, pushing up into you.

"Y/N.." He says, breathless. "Fuck, you are all fucking mine."

And he fucks you senseless, not making you do any of the work, just letting you take him inch by inch, babbling in your ear, praising you.

"Fuck...all mine...all mine...So fucking pretty.." He would say breathlessly as he tilts his head slightly. You lay your head on his shoulder, biting into the skin and leaving a bite mark for everyone to see. You can only let out a string of whimpers from how good he's fucking you and eventually the tight knot in your lower stomach tightens and you claw at him "Close..Carl-!"

"Make a mess on me. Make a fucking mess, let everyone know you're mine."

And with that, the tight knot snaps and you collapse against his chest and he holds you so you don't fall as he continues fucking you through your orgasm, he starts kissing your cheek letting you know he’s there.

As he feels you clenching, he thrusts 1, 2, 3 more times and groans deeply, shooting into your womb as he buries his face in your hair.

"Fuck, I need to make you jealous more often.." You joke.

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Should I start writing??? I’ve been debating this for a while, but if I do, what is some stuff you guys wanna see? lmk!! <33

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PAIRING: carl grimes x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: selfish by madison beer WORD COUNT: 556 PARTS: one two

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ever since the group had gotten settled into alexandria you and carl had definitely drifted from each other. he’d deliberately go off with the other kids. even when you had tried to make plans with him, he blew them off.

once he had changed schedules for his supply runs, that’s when you really had stopped trying. 

that didn’t stop you from still watching over him and his family, you often went over and helped rick with judith and he was incredibly appreciative and for sure had brought up that he noticed the drastic change to yours and his son’s friendship.

three months ago today you had finally found this wonderful place. you should be over the moon, filled with joy even. it never came.

you sat with your knees pressed to your chest, tears running down your cheeks - playing with the friendship bracelet that was still attached to your wrist which was a gift from him back when you guys were at the prison, it was now worn out but of course you kept it.

footsteps were heard walking toward you, so you quickly wiped your eyes and covered up the band. looking up and were met with the last person you wanted to see.

your eyes were back to being glued to the ground, sat in the same way as you were before as he sat beside you. a what was once comforting silence now awkward surrounding the two of you.

tears stung in your eyes as you glanced over at him, “i hate you.” your voice shook as the tears started to fall. his own filling with regret.

“i hate that you think you can just walk over here and act like everything’s perfectly fine between us when it’s clearly not!” carl sat and listened to what you had to say - what was well overdue.

“you’re selfish. y-you abandoned me when i needed you the most,” the lump in your throat only getting worse as you spoke.

his eyes locked onto your own, “i never left. i’ve been right here.”

his empty words made you scoff and roll your eyes, making it seem like he hadn’t made such an effort to be as far away from you as possible.

you stood up abruptly - looking down at him. “i can’t believe you, you will sit there and lie to me after you know you did literally everything to not see or be near me. god even your dad thought it was weird that we weren’t around each other.”

“so don’t you fucking dare try and tell me you were there for me when you clearly weren’t.” he only got angrier.

“you were too goddamn clingy y/n, you were never not latched to my side, you needed to grow the fuck up.”

the pain flooded throughout your body, his words dug deep into your heart. he tried to reach out and hold you and apologise, but it was too late. you pulled away from his touch, the words coming out of his mouth sounded distant and muffled. that’s all he thought of you? all that time?

your steps staggered backwards, carl walked closer to you still trying to explain himself, you started to walk away from him but not before you ripped the bracelet off your arm and threw it at him.

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Guys the Carl grimes brain rot is coming back...