#chandler riggs fanfics

[ruewrote]

𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡.

you weren't there

selfish

selfish ii.

i cant do this alone

don't write for anymore.

[carlgrimesgfofficial]

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

[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

[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

[grim333z]

Accelerando~

{No outbreak au} carl x gn!reader

Summary: Music boyfriend part 3

Warnings : none.

"Do it again. But how I showed you, " he whispered his voice low deep and gravely against your ear as he held the chord with calloused fingers against the fret board, his other hand loosening his grip on your wrist, the lack of contact cold and disappointing . He hums quietly each time you do it correctly though it was just simple strumming and he was doing all of the hard work with the chords, a small sense of pride lingered, you had technically played an instrument, albeit with a lot of help. Carl changes the chord every bar or so, a simple yet peaceful song, as the sound rings through the air, a small smile creeps across your face, feeling the air in the room change almost, different, but not uncomfortable. It's just barely palpable.

"See, look, you're great," he mutters through his voice, hints to him noticing this change as well.

Neither of you mentioned it. It doesn't need mentioning, Neither of you're ready to talk about it. Hell, you could be imagining it. This could be totally one-sided, and he wouldn't even know, aside from you suddenly tensing up. Which you only realise you've done when he's stepping back, whispering quietly, timidly , like he's convinced he's done something wrong. "Sorry." and now you're trying to remember if you said any of that out loud, which you doubt you did because your lips never moved or at least you don't remember them moving but who even remembers their lips moving . But then again, you suddenly did just tense up. Obviously, Carl's going to assume something wrong and who else to put the blame on then himself.

"oh um, I should probably go, I've got homework and you know how they get when its handed in late" you ramble, slipping his guitar from your shoulder, the heavy instrument hanging outstretched towards him, the neck cold in your hand, despite his being exactly where yours is just mere moments ago.

"Oh, yeah, of course," he stammers, slipping his instrument into its stand, brushing his fringe out of his eye, "I'll walk you out" He says bringing his thumb up too his lip, running the chipped black nail over the dry raised skin waiting for you to make the first move, little did he know you were doing the exact same. "Right. C'mon, " he whispered.

The floor boards creak as you and carl walk down the stairs. The sounds of michonne helping Judith and Rj with their homework rings from the kitchen, the echo of the news spreads through the downstairs, assumiably Rick watching it. Your shoes are in a small pile next to the door, Carl lingers on the bottom step, gripping the bannister, chewing his lip. The air is heavy and awkward and uncomfortable, unlike before.

"So, text me when you get home" he says, an obvious attempt at breaking the silence, you thought so at least, unless Carl really belived he'd fucked something up so bad you'd never ever talk to him again, which was stupid of course you were gonna text him, and you hoped he would text you... you nod, pushing the front door open, feeling the coolness of the handle in your palm, a vast difference from your nervous warmth.

You make it maybe 5 minutes down the road, each step thinking about what could've or couldn't have happened if you'd hadn't tensed up,when a familiar voice rings out from behind.

"Wait," it was clearly Carl's voice but it wasnt monotone like usual. It was higher than it should be filled with anxiety or even a hint of sadness,then the fast-paced footsteps of Carl as his beaten up converse hit the pathement . You turn to face him, pulling out the earbud you'd put in.

"did I fuck up? Please tell me because I don't know what I did and I can't fix it if I don't know so you've really gotta tell me" he rambles fast and stressed like he needs all the words out of his mouth and an answer now. His breathing is heaving from sprinting after you and his face is twisted into one of worry and hurt almost. He clearly couldn't let this slip he needed to know what he'd done. Carl didn't do anything you'd just read the room wrong, Fuck, you don't know if you even did read it wrong or if there was anything to be read in the first place.

"I just read the room wrong, Carl, and I'm sorry it's stupid. I didn't mean to make you think you've done something wrong it just ... I can't word it... you know, and that was confusing. Sorry..." You huff out, looking into his eyes. They're glossed over like he could've started crying at any moment, which you didn't expect him to be the type of person to do that..over something so small.

"Oh... Waitwhat- what do you mean you read the room wrong...?" He stammers, eyebrows losing their hurt and morphing into one of confusion. He clearly didn't feel the same, it was one hundred percent one sided and fuck you had to explain this too him.

"Just you know." You huff, trying your hardest to avoid the confession that you thought something else could've happened feeling your face heat up in embarrassment, warm pink spreading faintly across your face and the tips of your ears though hidden by your hair. 

"I don't know, actually," Carl blinks, theirs a hint of a smirk on his face like he knows exactly what you're going to say, but you can't even tell if you're imagining it and getting all nervous and awkward for nothing.

"Just you were so... close to me, and it was - it was confusing." You're eyes drop to his feet.

"Oh." He mutters, he looks unsure, like he's not sure what you're trying to get at exactly. And if what he's thinking is even right.

"So...see you soon..." he mumbles his thumb, slowing on his lip,

"Yeah, of course, see you soon..." You respond, slipping a ear bud back into your ear.

[pandolimb]

CROPPED VERSION

2023

[shilohsversion]

My Fanfics (7/25)

[thatsmygirlblog]

Hey you guys just posted a wattpad fanfic of ron and carl from the walking dead

The ship is a gay version of their relationship and yes I did take the walking dead show and put it in a gay blender, and am proud of it

Go check it out if you want it’s about them and a treehouse they found!

[i-luv-carl-grimes]

☾꙳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 

-

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/-

[chlos-dead]

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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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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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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Entangled (Carl Grimes Fanfiction) - Chapter 2

What are the chances that Negan has a daughter, let alone me running into her in the woods. Shouldn’t she be at the Sanctuary? No, she said she ran away earlier when we first met. She must not know what’s been going down. 

“I guess this is pretty rude for introductions, huh?” she asks amusedly, uncocking the gun and placing it on the small table I noticed when I walked inside. “You can get up, just don’t try that shit again. I won’t be so understanding. Now tell me, why are you here in my cabin?” 

“This place looks like shit, you should clean it up,” I reply, slowly getting to my feet and placing my own weapon back in its holster.

“Last owners left it like this. You didn’t answer my question.”

“I told you I saw you, can’t just let outsiders follow me home and not be suspicious. Good thing I did, too, if what you say is true and Negan is your father then you definitely can’t be trusted.”

Aaliyah laughed, not out loud but with a smirk like she just did not find me at all intimidating. It’s really starting to piss me off. Like father, like daughter, I guess. I understand that maybe she saved us earlier, but maybe she didn’t. Maybe we would've been just fine.

“I don’t see what’s so funny,” I snap. 

“Ooh, I see you haven’t lost the flame that seems to interest my father.” She gets closer to me, leaning in a whispering, “It’s kinda hot.” 

Her eyes lock on mine, an almost playful smile in them as she takes a step back and crosses her arms over her chest. What the fuck is happening?

“Anyway, my father doesn’t own me as much as he likes to think he does,” she begins to say.

“That’s why you ran away, right? To prove a point, to show that you can make it on your own,” I interject. 

“Aw, baby thinks he’s so clever-”

“Shut up,” I retort, stepping towards her again. “Enough with the bad girl who can’t be bothered by anything act. It’s not fucking cute and just the fact I’ve let you live after knowing who your father is is something you should definitely consider more carefully when you speak to me.”

“I’ll cut the act when you do,” she says quietly, like she’s daring me, as she looks up at me through her eyelashes. 

Jesus Christ. 

Growing up in an apocalypse hasn’t left much time for girls or normal teenage things. I’ve made it all the way to where I am now without any real desire for it, I just had to grow up and learn how to survive while protecting those around me. At times it’s made me go completely cold, it was just part of how I had to be. It was why I was able to infiltrate the Sanctuary like I did. But this girl… I can tell she’s trouble, maybe not just for Alexandria, but for me. I have to keep my guard up around her. She pisses me off but she intrigues me, and that’s the dangerous part. 

“It’s not an act,” I state, her eyes returning to looking up at me normally, “I’m here to find out why you followed us and what your plans are. I’m also here to let you know that if you think you’re going to do anything, and I mean anything, to the people in Alexandria you better think again. I won’t hesitate next time.”

Aaliyah scoffs, “Yeah okay, calm down cowboy. I wasn’t planning on anything, just making sure you didn’t almost get eaten again.”

“Bullshit.” I don’t buy it, not when I know where she comes from. “You wanted us to leave you alone and then you followed us. Why?”

She shrugs, “Honestly, just curiosity. I don’t know why it’s any of your concern but it’s not like I get to leave the Sanctuary often.”

“It’s my concern because I care about those people and I don’t know you, but I know Negan. I’d think it might be in my best interest to keep you captive, actually.”

Now she laughs out loud. “Please, you could never-”

Before she can finish her sentence, I grab her arm, spinning her around so her back is against me and her arm is pinned against her own back as I shove her against the door again face first. I’m careful to not actually hurt her, but forceful enough that the point should get across. 

“I can, and I will,” I say calmly in a low voice next to her ear, “Don’t make me.” I release my grip on her and back away, leaving her in silence and shock for a moment.

She tilts her head and raises her hands and she slowly turns back to face me. “Alright, point made, but I also told you the truth. I’m not looking for anything, I was just looking. It’s as simple as that.”

Then it hits me. Does she even know about the fight at the Sanctuary? 

“When did you run away?” “I don’t know, a couple days ago I guess. Why is that-”

“You don’t know?”

“Don’t know what?” she asks, her arms back across her chest again.

“There was a huge fight at the Sanctuary today, I thought…” I stop myself before I say too much.

“You thought what? That I’m a spy?”

“You still could be, but if you’re not then I guess I can give you a chance since you saved my life. I don’t know if they were successful yet, but my dad went there to kill yours.” For the first time I saw her lose her cool composure, even if it was just for a second. Fear seemed to flash in her eyes at the same time before she masked everything again. 

“Why didn’t you go with them?” Not the question I was expecting, and not one I’m sure I should answer…but what’s one girl going to do?

“Someone had to hold down the fort, keep everyone else safe.”

“Hell of a job you’re doing, out here with me. You’re basically fraternizing with the enemy.” “No, I’m directly assessing a potential threat, but you don’t even seem to be that bothered by hearing that your dad is likely dead,” I mention as I study her facial expressions. 

She lets out a soft laugh, “You can’t kill him, I’ve tried.”

My turn to have surprise wash over my features before regaining my composure. She’s tried to kill her own father? I guess it shouldn’t be that surprising when you think about it, but I had assumed he treated his daughter better than his minions. 

“Thanks for the chat, it was fun but I gotta go,” she says suddenly while opening the door, ripping me from my thoughts. 

“What? Where?” I follow her out of the small cabin, back into the woods. My instinct is to scan the area for walkers as always before focusing back on her. 

“You just told me my dad might need my help. Where do you think?” she sighs.

“Didn’t you just say that you tried to kill him?” I’m so confused.

“He’s still my dad, Carl. He’s all I’ve got,” her voice trails off. 

“You can’t just go back there. Even if the walkers don’t get you, my dad and others are out there, they’ll kill you if they see you. They’re not going to ask questions”

Aaliyah turns to face me before she speaks. “You can’t stop me, and you should stop trying. We’re not friends, we’re enemies. Saving your life today… That was a mistake.” 

I’m left a bit speechless as she stalks off further into the woods and I look up at the height of the sun. I should be getting back anyway, she’s not my problem anymore. If she wants to go on a suicide mission, so be it, as long as she leaves Alexandria out of it.

Aaliyah

I don’t know who that guy thinks he is, asserting fucking dominance over me like that. I might have to take that shit at the Sanctuary but not from strangers. I guess he’s not a total stranger, but close enough. I don’t know him, I just know I’ve seen him before when he tried and failed to kill my dad. Yeah, the one I don’t even call by that name. He’s Negan to me too and you bet your ass I have to treat him like it as well. 

Carl surprised him that day, I’ll give him that, and I think the sick fuck he is decided he wanted to keep him around just to see what he might come up with next. To be fair, Carl surprised me today too. I can’t believe I let him do that. I growl in frustration as I kick up leaves, remembering how he held me against the door and I couldn’t do a damn thing about it. 

“Asshole,” I mutter to myself. 

He’s not even that big of a guy, I should’ve been able to take him, but no. I just looked fucking pathetic. I'll be damned if I let him pull that shit again. 

Stop thinking about him, Aaliyah. He's not important.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, reopening them with a new purpose: to get back “home.” It's some time in the afternoon to early evening and it's summer, but I'm not sure I'd be making it back before dark on foot. Time to hitch a new ride.

Taking a shortcut out of the woods, I make my way into the development I found not too far away. There were plenty of cars still in driveways and streets, but there were some walkers too. I just need enough time to find a car with some gas and hot wire it, piece of cake. 

Okay, not a piece of cake. I've purposely tried to stay more towards the outskirts of the neighborhood as I think it'll lower my chances of getting pinned by those ugly fucks. Out of the 5 cars I've checked, no dice. There might be some other useful things in them but that's not my priority at the moment.

Finally, this car has some gas. I peek inside and notice it's been picked clean of whatever was placed in the backseat, just a few miscellaneous items left. I shrug to myself and open the driver's side, undoing the compartment under the steering wheel to get at the wires. 

“Here goes nothing,” I say to myself as I bend down and take out my boot knife. I position myself to be basically laid down on the floor of the car with my feet still placed on the pavement outside. My fingers reach for the wires as I search for the ones I need and separate them, taking my knife to cut them in half. I scrape at the coating on the wires to expose them more for better contact. 

“So there is more to you than a terrible attitude,” a male voice calls out.

“Jesus! Fuck!” I yell, my knife slipping from my hands, the blade swiping over my bicep. I groan, annoyed and now bleeding. Great. Of course I just sharpened it the other day.

I decide to ignore him, I need to see if I did this right. My fingers grip the different wires once more and I bring them together, a spark goes off, but nothing happens. “Come on,” I huff, giving it another go. This time the engine purrs, thank God. 

I grab my knife and shimmy myself out from underneath the steering wheel. 

“Impressive, took me a few tries last time I did that,” the voice continues as I put my boot knife back in its place and stand up.

“What are you just stalking me now? It's weird.”

Carl is leaned up against a dark green sedan across from me, just watching with his arms crossed. “You're bleeding,” he points to my arm. It's really not that bad, but I should cover it at the least. 

“Thanks for noticing.”

I open up the backseat, pretty sure there was an old shirt on the floor. Yup, there it is. I take the shirt out, shutting the door and ripping off a piece of the fabric. Lifting my right arm, I use my left hand to place it under my armpit and lower my right back to my side. 

“Here, let me,” Carl offers, walking over to me.

“I can-”

His hands are on the fabric before I can fully protest, and honestly it would've been a bit of a bitch to do myself. I'll put up with it.

“There,” he says as he ties it off and steps back. 

“Shouldn't you be watching over your people or whatever the hell you said you were supposed to be doing?” I ask, annoyed that he's followed me yet again. 

“Thank you isn't that difficult to say.”

“I wouldn't have cut myself if it wasn't for you sneaking up on me,” I bite back. This fucking guy. 

“I needed to make sure you were alone, now I see you are.”

“Which means that now you can leave me alone.” 

I turn back to the car, taking my longbow off of the trunk along with my arrows and placing them in the passenger seat. I go to grab my bag from the ground next to the car and it's missing. 

“You don't have much in here. What were you planning to do when you ran out?” He asks, the bag in his hands. 

You've got to be fucking me.

I snatch my bag out of his hands and toss it into the car. “I am so close to flat out kicking you in the balls.”

“You're never getting that chance again,” he states and I can feel his gaze glued on my every movement. 

“Oh no?” I taunt as I turn to face him again. I step closer to him and grip the button up edges of his flannel at either side of his torso, pulling us closer together. “Not even like this?” I ask in a whisper, my lips next to his ear.

He doesn't move, flinch, or say anything, but as I pull away from him I can see the muscles in his jaw tensing. Gotcha.

The way he reacts to me is driving me to do it more. I can see through the tiniest of cracks that he is not 100% holding it together like he wants to make me think. That's okay though, he can keep playing his role and I'll play mine. Doesn't mean I can't have fun with it. 

“Aaliyah,” Carl sighs, “you're not going to break me. Just give it up. I will never let one of Negan's pets break me.”

“We'll see about that, Carl,” I replied with a smug grin. “Get home safe now.”

I hopped into the car and waved sarcastically at him as I drove off back towards the Sanctuary. 

The roads are mostly empty, as usual, with the occasional abandoned vehicle scattered about. I remember what Carl told me about the communities being on the lookout, supposedly attempting to kill my father, and take a less straightforward route in the hopes that I will avoid them. Even as I get closer to the Sanctuary without running into anyone, I decide it would be best to ditch the car somewhere nearby and continue on foot. 

Once I've grabbed my few belongings from the passenger seat, I shut the door and huff as I look towards the bit of the walk ahead of me. There don’t appear to be any extra vehicles from where I’m at. I keep my eyes fixed on the environment around me, trying to be very cautious since I have no idea what I’m walking into. 

I finally reach the outskirts of the Sanctuary after a few minutes and I’m shocked by what I see. There are walkers everywhere and I don’t mean attached to the fences like I’m used to, I mean everywhere. Best to stay quiet as possible and try to pick one off from the edges… I look around, hoping there’s one more isolated, and to my surprise there are a few stragglers on the outside. I know what I have to do, but I’m definitely not thrilled about it. 

My bow is drawn in my arms and I take in a deep breath, focusing deeply. I know I can not afford to miss this shot and alert the others by hitting something else. I don’t have a tendency to miss, but this is one of those moments where you really have to hit your shot. I steady my aim and release the arrow. It soars through the air, mostly silent but if you listen hard enough you can hear the “woosh” sound it makes as it rips through empty space. The walker falls and I know I’ve hit my target, but now I have to make it over to it and drag it back to not draw attention. 

Slow and steady wins the race. I’ve got this. Quietly and carefully, I make my way to the walker's corpse, staying low and slow. Once I reach the body, I grip what’s left of the clothes on it to drag it away with me. Again, I have to be slow. It feels like an eternity before I make it back over to my things. I rip my arrow out of its skull and wipe it off in the grass. Gross. 

Unfortunately I’m about to do something way more disgusting. I check to make sure that my cut from earlier is completely covered and then I get to work, using my knife to slice open the walker’s gut and covering myself in its entrails. As much as I hate this, it’s the only way I can think of to get past all the walkers. Assuming my father is alive, there’s not many places he could be out there and something tells me the trailer is the best bet. Who am I kidding, he’s definitely alive. He’s one tough son of a bitch to get rid of. 

I take my things and hide them all in a ditch nearby. I can’t bring the longbow with me and risk losing it if I make it out of this. If I don’t… Well then I guess someone else can find and use it. 

Taking one last deep breath I approach the mass of walkers and do my best to mimic their slow movements. I shuffle with them all the way over to the trailer, the stench is horrid but I have no other options. Once I reach the door of the trailer, I unlatch the door and grab the ripped shirt of a walker next to it and quickly squeeze us both inside. The walkers around me noticed the commotion and tried to go for me, but I shut the door just in time.

“Holy fucking shit, look at you,” Negan said with his normal skin crawling smile, “You look, and smell, like shit!”

“Do you want to get out of here or not?” I bite back, shoving the walker I managed to wrangle with me onto the floor of the trailer. It starts to crawl towards him and I remove the knife from my boot, thrusting it into its skull. 

“Excuse the fuck out of me, little lady, but I think you might want to reevaluate your fucking attitude,” he says, now standing right in front of me. 

He holds his hand out for my knife and I give it to him, rolling my eyes when he moves his gaze back to the rotting corpse on the floor. My own eyes snap towards the back of the trailer and I nod towards a body that doesn’t quite resemble a walker. “Who’s that?” “Oh that? That was my buddy Gabriel, he tried to fucking shoot me. Can you believe that after I allowed him to have safety in my trailer? Anyway, you know how Lucille gets when I’m threatened.” He’s covering himself with fresh walker guts as he speaks, chuckling at the memory.

“Yeah, dad, I know,” I sigh.

He stands up straight, “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

I freeze up as he gets closer, but I know better than to not look at him when he speaks. “It won’t happen again,” I assure him.

“It better fucking not,” he seethes.

“I think we can make it inside the building, it isn’t too far,” I mention, going over to the body of… Gabriel was it? Whatever. I check his pockets for anything useful and find a couple extra bullets, pocketing them myself. 

“Anything good?” Negan asks. 

“Just some bullets, not a lot.” 

I look towards the table and see the gun he must’ve been carrying. My fingers run over the weapon on the table, and I hear Negan clear his throat. “I know,” I say, “But we should bring it and you’ve got Lucille.”

“Because you came for me, I’ll let you carry it for now. The second we get inside, you give it back.” 

I nod and take my knife back that he’s holding out to me. May as well keep it out, can’t just open fire in this horde and live. His eyes narrow as he spots the fabric on my arm. Of course.

“Now I know you better than to think that shit is a new fashion statement,” he says, and I know it’s really more of a question rather than just a witty remark.

“Cut myself, it was an accident,” I reply simply. 

There it is, the smile is back on his lips meaning he doesn’t buy a damn word. “I would love to believe you, but I just don’t. You’re not that fucking stupid. Tell me.” His tone turned serious and he’s looking at me with a straight face. He means business. The fucking craziest of ways to show he cares, at least somewhat, about me.

“I ran into Carl and I wasn’t expecting to,” I sigh. I’m positive he already knows I ran away, nothing gets past him. 

For some reason, he smiles again and chuckles, “I like that boy, he’s got guts. Apparently he also knows how to treat a girl by putting her in her place. I can see in your eyes that he got the fucking drop on you too and that really pisses you off.” 

I already know that he has this interest in Carl, do I really need to listen to this shit again? 

“Ya know,” he continues, “He may be more like me than I thought!” 

“He’s nothing like you, no one is,” I snap back. 

No sooner does the final word leave my lips than a palm collides with my cheek. The unexpected and forceful slap makes me stumble backwards just a bit.

“Now why would you make me do that? You know how much I don’t like to put my hands on a lady,” he says with that damn trademark grin. “Oh wait,” he chuckles, “You’re not a lady! You’re an ungrateful little girl.” 

I’m just grateful the hand he chose to slap me with wasn’t covered in…well, insides. While I wasn’t expecting the hit, I shouldn’t be surprised. All he does is treat me like a stupid, useless little girl. No one even knows that he’s my dad, he says it presents weakness and he’s not weak.

“Now, before you so rudely interrupted me… I was trying to say that I find Carl fascinating. Hell, you probably find him fascinating. Is it the eye patch? That shit is so cool, you should see it. I mean it’s fucking disgusting but it’s sick. Or was it the way he caught you off guard?” He raises his brow at me, egging me on to speak, but I won’t. 

“Ah, doesn’t matter anyway,” his chuckles again, “because he will never find you fascinating and that’s a shame. There’s not a whole fucking lot of young men to choose from in the world anymore.”

“For your information, I could care less what Carl finds fascinating. The fact you practically gush about him makes the thought of him disgust me.”

Negan laughs and wags a finger at me, “You are a shitty, shitty liar.” He pauses, seeming to have just gotten an idea, “We can use this. Shit I know he’s only got one eye, but he’s not blind! If there’s one fucking thing you’re good for, it’s your looks. Aaliyah…”

My name leaving his lips makes me feel so disgusted and even more so now that I’m pretty sure I know where this is going. 

“You, my dear,” he begins.

Ew. Stop.

“You’re going to make him fall for you, and then we’re going to destroy them from the inside out. Fuck him the next time you see him if you have to, I don’t care. Rick needs to know that I will always own them, even his own son.”

I knew it. 

“It’s just what we need while we get this shit show cleaned up. Now I have to punish you for leaving, but I have that figured out. Let’s get out of here so you can get to fucking up the Grimes household.”

“Using your daughter as a sex slave, classy,” I mumble.

In an instant, hands are around my throat and my back is against the trailer wall, Negan looking at me with a burning anger in his eyes. “You will do what I say and you won’t fucking complain,” he practically spits at me. 

“Now then,” his tone goes back to normal as he releases me, “let’s get the hell out of here.”

There’s absolutely no way in hell I’m going along with this plan, but he doesn’t need to know that. I’ll swallow the defiant thoughts and I’ll comply for now, but I will never fall for Carl Grimes, not even as an act for my father. If I do that, Carl wins this tug of war, and I don’t like to lose. He will break, but it won’t be for my father’s plans. He will break because I make him and I don’t care how long it takes. 

Ever since my father met Carl, he’s treated me even worse. It’s like Carl is the son he never had but wishes he did. I disappoint him without even trying and as much as I know I shouldn’t, I want to make him proud. Doing what he wants is just following orders and being a puppet, but he needs to see that I can be more than that. So I’ll find Carl again, I’ll get closer to him, but I will do it on my terms and I will not need to get in his pants to break him. 

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Can u do carl grimes angst

after glenns death, negan has an impact on carl and y/n so they have very bad angst every day then negan notices and makes the situation worse so like he makes y/n try to k1ll carl to make her feel guilty

IM SO SORRY

"Rage Filling-up Semi-trucks"

You could still remember his face, Glenn's face. His sad and pleading eyes looking at his wife, Maggie, as he said the words, "Maggie—I'll find you." Those were the finals words that he spoke, those words haunted you and everyone.

Carl wanted to kill Negan, he hated him for what he did to both Glenn and Abraham. Both were strong and honest men who were loved to the moon and back. And now they were gone. And what really was the icing on the cake was that Negan would come by Alexandria and take resources, leaving the Alexandrians with barely anything.

And this enraged everyone.

You sat on the sofa, feeling helpless and miserable. You wished that he wasn't gone. Glenn was a father that you never had and always wanted. He was the light of your life. You didn't know how you were going to spend the rest of your life without him.

As your thoughts spiraled into a tornado, Carl walked by, his hair was dripping wet. He must've gotten out of the shower. "Are you okay?" asked the boy hovering over you.

Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you okay? Are you fucking okay?

Simply, no. You weren't. "Do I look okay, Carl? Do I fucking look okay? Glenn was a father to me. He was my best friend too. And now he's gone and I'll never seen him again!" You yelled with the force of a hundred thunderstorms. Your voice was unshaken.

"I miss him too! It's not just you, okay? I loved Glenn. He was family! I miss him all the time, every waking moment, I yearn for him." Carl replied.

He was right. It wasn't just you that missed him. Everyone missed him. Everyone who was present at the lineup missed him. Glenn was someone that was unforgettable. He changed and saved lives, including yours.

"Fuck. Congratulations, Carl! You were right, again! You're always right, aren't you? You and your smug smile," you scoffed. "Y/N, don't. Don't do this to me," he pleaded, his eyes watery, bringing you back to the night filled with terror.

"Fuck you for being right. Fuck you for being you." You ran out of the house, tears pouring down your cheeks. You couldn't believe it. He was being an asshole.

You heard a loud rattle of metal. "Rick, come on out! Let me in, baby! I need my shit now!" An all too familiar voice yell. Negan wasn't supposed to come for another week. Well, that's Negan Smith, the murderer of Glenn Rhee and Abraham Ford. So, you couldn't expect much from him anyway.

You watched as Rick went over and opened the gates of Alexandria. Negan, along with his crew, came in. "Woah, Rick! This shithole stinks. You ever use a bit of Febreze every now and then?" Negan joked.

You couldn't stand looking at him. You wanted to kill him and rip both his eyes out. But you needed a better plan. A plan that would guarantee Negan dead.

You went back inside and saw Carl putting his gun into his holster and a switchblade in his boot. You glared at him. You hadn't forgiven him yet.

It was definitely too early. "Y/N."

"What?" you replied.

He went closer to you, "Come on, we can kill that motherfucker together."

"You know what I want to do? Yeah, I wanna torture him. I want to rip his eyes out and cut his tiny little dick off. Then, I wanna bash his skull in like he did to Glenn."

Carl tilted his head.

"Y/N, we can do that together."

"No! Fucking no! I'm doing it alone. I don't want you with me. I'm not fragile. I never fucking was!" You yelled. You pushed him away.

"Y/N, you can talk to me."

"But do you listen? You just make it about yourself. Always trying to relate to make ME feel better. God, fuck you." you slapped him.

You went into the kitchen and opened a cabinet, you pushed away few boxes of stale cereal and grabbed the undocumented guns and knives. You picked a pistol and a switchblade.

You hid the switchblade in your boot and grabbed a holster from a different cabinet and put it on and tucked your gun in there. You adjusted your shirt, letting it hide the gun.

As you started to leave the house you said, "Carl, don't you think about following me."

You left, slamming the door. As you made your way down the porch, you heard someone call your name. "Oh, Y/N Rhee! It is Rhee, right? That's your last name."

The way your name rolled off his tongue, gutted you in a hundred ways, all ending with the same thing. Rage.

Y/N Rhee. He called you Y/N Rhee. Rhee. That was Glenn's last name. And he was using your name to ridicule Glenn's.

"Fuck you, Negan," you muttered.

He heard it. "Woah, the little miss can bark."

You looked around, no one was around. Not Rick, not Carl, not even Negan's goons. You discretely lifted your shirt up and grabbed the gun. You cocked the gun and ran to him, tackling him to the ground.

You put the gun to his forehead.

"I know you're sad. I've felt that pain before."

"No! You don't get to tell me about said. You do not get to do that. You're a monster. You are the fucking devil, Negan. And I'm ending it for you. Not tomorrow or later. But today."

Negan chuckled.

"No, you won't, dear. You're too pathetic and weak," said Negan.

It wasn't true. He was wrong. You had a strong will to kill him. And there was nothing preventing you to kill him. Nothing. You already had your finger on the trigger. You just needed to put a little bit more weight and he'd be bleeding out on the hot and rough ground, staining it.

"Do it. I dare you."

You couldn't. You got up and tucked your gun back in your holster.

"You know, you should never have your finger on the trigger if you're not ready to shoot. Have you ever even shot someone?" He asked.

You had. A few times. To you, those people you'd shot before were meaningless enemies. But to someone else, they were family.

"Yeah."

Negan nodded and sat next to you on the porch. "You know, kid, I'm sorry," Negan said with a smile.

"No, you're not," you replied. "You know that boyfriend of yours, Carl, right?"

You nodded.

"I heard you two fighting. Y'all were fucking loud! And I gotta say, that sounds like a fucked up relationship. Maybe It'd be better if he's dead." Death is something we all near each year and yet we try and stray far from. But now you had the opportunity to do it.

It'd be better. You two fought a lot. "Think about it, Y/N. It'd be freeing," and with that, he left.

You went back inside and grabbed your switchblade that you'd tucked in your boot earlier. Carl sat on the sofa, he looked angry.

"Oh, hey, Carl," you called out. "Hey, Y/N, listen, I'm sorry."

Everyone was sorry, but did they fucking mean it? No.

You charged at him and pushed him off of the sofa. You pinned him to the ground and brought your blade up to his throat.

"Y/N, don't do this."

"Stop telling me what I can and cannot do!" You yelled.

You brought the blade closer.

"I heard everything Negan said!" He blurted out.

You looked away, mortified. You listened to Negan Smith. You actually let him get inside your head. With that thought, tears streamed down your cheeks. "I'm sorry, Carl," you said.

You tossed the blade aside and the two of you got up and hugged each other.

"I let him get into my head. I let him... I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry."

"You don't have to be. Negan is just another fucked up, psychopath with parental issues who murders innocents for fun."

You laughed.

It was so fucking true.

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

hey, whats up?? anyway.. i havent written in a long time so i decided to grace yall with my presence. HAHAHAH

anyway could yall tell i was listening to all too well and because i liked a boy?? HAHAHHA there are so many silly little references.

anyway send me more reqs!!