#chandler riggs fluff

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my requests are open for both chandler riggs and carl grimes !! 💗🐝🌱🍄🌞🌷💖💖

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۫ ꣑ৎ A TRIM || carl grimes x female reader

summary: carl refused to let anyone near his hair after losing his mom, but when he desperately needs a trim he goes to the person he trusts most, you.

(intended lowercase)

warnings: mentions of losing a parent.

pure fluff

“a trim, got it?”

carl twisted around in the chair he was sitting on to face you, you could tell he was nervous and you understood why. he hadn't cut his hair since he was 13, lori used to give him haircuts and he couldn't bring himself to let anyone else do it after she died, until now.

you currently stood behind him, a pair of shears held in your dominant hand while your other held a comb and spray bottle. “yes, a trim, I got it. now, are you gonna sit still and let me start?” you teased, a brief laugh passing your lips.

he nodded, removing the bandage from around his face and setting it on the counter next to his hat. “yeah, just please be careful—”

“carl.” you interrupted, making eye contact with him through the mirror, taking in his worried expression. “I know how important your hair is to you and I will be very careful, I just need you to trust me.”

he caught his lip between his teeth before giving you a curt nod and straightening his posture. “okay.”

you gave him a reassuring smile followed by a gentle kiss to the top of his head before starting. you grabbed a section of his hair, spraying it with the water until it was drenched, repeating this until his hair was thoroughly soaked. you didn't have a lot of experience with cutting hair and you were beyond nervous, but when he came to you and asked you if you would give him a trim you didn't have the heart to tell him no.

you took a deep breath before grabbing a decent portion of hair, bringing the comb to it and running it through it, stopping about an inch from the bottom, holding it up so carl could see it, “how's that?”

“that's fine.” he concluded after a few moments of staring at it, closing his eyes tightly when you brought the scissors up to his hair.

you hesitated. you knew how important this was to him, when he told you stories about his mom your heart would ache for him, and his hair was one of the only things left he could relate to her besides judith and messing this up would break his heart.

the sound of the scissors snipping the hair caused you both to flinch, you watching the hair fall to the tiled floor.

you exchanged a glance with him to make sure he was still comfortable, and you continued, copying your previous cut over and over again until you had chopped roughly the same length of hair off of every section.

the bathroom was completely silent minus the sound of the scissors and you shuffling around, neither of you could bring yourselves to speak, both too focused on your movements to say anything.

eventually, you finished the larger part of his hair and all that was left was his bangs. you walked around so you could be face to face with him, examining the way his bangs framed his face. “okay..” you mumbled, grabbing the larger portion of his bangs between your index and middle finger using them as a guide and you worked on his fringe while trying to avoid getting any hair in the open wound on his face. once you were satisfied with how that side looked, you moved onto the other side, making a few quick snips before setting the scissors down and stepping back to admire your work.

“what do you think? did I do okay?”

he stood up, leaning closer to the mirror to examine his hair as you watched him anxiously, awaiting his reaction. you rocked back and forth on your heel, your hands interlaced behind your back, “carl?” you tried, becoming extremely paranoid that you had messed up, but your worry was quickly brought to an end when he wrapped his arms around you.

“it looks great, thank you.”

your worried expression was replaced by a geeky smile, and you returned his hug, giving him a tight squeeze. “oh thank god, I was so worried.” you laughed, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose,

“thank you, by the way.” he looked confused at your statement, tilting his head to the side slightly, “for what?”

“for trusting me, I know that this was hard for you and i’m glad you trusted me of all people.”

he ducked his head down and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, smiling against the exposed skin, “i’m glad I did, too.”

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ANGSTTTT

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

Carl finds her and u can finish the rest

ok bbg

it ends with a bit of fluff but enjoy!!

CARL X READER

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

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

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

And that's exactly what you did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰

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

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

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

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

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

"No."

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

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

"Carl—"

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

"Okay," you replied.

"Okay."

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

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

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

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

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

that was until now.

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

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

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

should i be quiet?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ask me and ill tell you how i’ve been

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

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

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

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

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

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

hush, baby, don’t you say another word

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

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

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

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

i got goosebumps all over me

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

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We’ll never have sex

Fem! reader x Carl Grimes!

Fluff -> Song reference

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Depollute me, pretty baby

When Carl first found me out in the woods, after being missing for months due to an unfortunate run in with a horde, he wasted no time getting me back to clean me up. He helped my bruised body into the shower, and gently scrubbed the blood and dirt out of my precious hair and skin. He treated me like a porcelain doll, so special and fragile

Suck the rot right out of my blood stream

His kisses were delicate and careful on my lips and across my warm skin. He held me gently by the waist and kissed every newly formed scar on my body. I could feel the war of survival bleed out of me with each reminder of his love. That I am still human, even after I became rotten with the outside world.

Oh, dilute me, gentle angel

I felt the complications drain from me in the simple moment. I was reduced to a soft, scared soul was again. I was carefully guided back to who I used to be by the gentle light of Carl’s fingers as they danced across my skin.

Water down what I call being grateful

He wrapped me up in a towel, like a protective shield from the harsh cold of the house. He sat me down and gave me food. I thanked him and he stared at me right in the eyes, chuckling slightly. He gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s nothing.”

Oh, you kissed me just to kiss me

His lips soon found mind, despite the cracked and shameful state of my own. It was passionate, filled with love and care. I could feel the worry that he had been holding in suddenly release, our minds connecting once again.

It was simple, it was sweetness

His lips were so soft, so sweet. The gesture was small, minuscule compared to every moment we’ve shared. But it meant so much. It said a thousand things words could never get out.

It was good to know

“I love you..” he said as we broke apart, the kindness and affection seeping through his voice. “I love you too, Carl.”

VERY small thing. been going through a lot. missed writing about Carl </3

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Snizzers

Carl x G/n! Reader – Fluff

A/n: writing this at 7am tehe :3 it's very short but womp womp

“Y/n? You in there?” Carl asks, knocking on your door.

“Yeah! Hold on a sec!” You shout out to him.

“You okay?”

“Mhm, just…uh…reading comics?”

“I’m coming in.” He says sternly.

He twists the knob on the door and pushes it open. He sees you with a comic hiding your stomach.

“Comic down.” He demands.

You hesitate but close it and toss it to the ground. Your stomach is revealed to… be moving? Like it’s wriggling under your shirt, in an odd shape too.

“What is-“

You put out a dachshund pup from under your shirt, “His name is Snizzers!”

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ঞ Childhood memories ঞ || carl grimes x gn!reader.

-- part one.

• info!: set in Alexandria, pre-saviors era.

• i might make this a fanfic, but i barely write and i always write slowly, so dont expect it to be finished fast!!

•might be ooc, this is my first piece of writing so mb!!

•reader has no description, they/them pronouns are used and reader is referred to as [name]. Happy reading!!

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Best friends. That was what [name] and Carl were, ever since they were little.

Having met in kindergarten, [name] and Carl were inseparable from the start, the two children pairing together immediately. Their shared love for comic books and the outside world brought them closer, and it was certainly a help that their parents were familiar with eachother. So, with the sudden outbreak and the 'end of the world', Carl and [name]'s bond only grew stronger as they vowed to protect eachother, never once leaving eachother's side.

That, of course, was until they reached Alexandria. The place was a huge switch from the outside world, and being brought back to civilization most definitely changed the pair. The two became closer than ever, being wary of their surroundings and untrusting of the kids their age. Soon, however, they warmed up to the people around them, making friends with a girl named 'Enid' and a boy named 'Ron'.

Unfortunately, with the new addition to their little group, Carl grew distant. Yup, the Carl grimes who would cry when he had to go target practice with his dad rather than hang out with [name] was drifting away from them. Who would've guessed? However, he had his own reasons. With the loss of his right eye, he found himself hideous, and being an angsty teenager, that meant that [name] also found him hideous, which was simply untrue. So, with that, Carl began hanging out with Enid on a more frequent basis, leaving [name] to have to read by themselves when he cancelled out on their hangouts or having them wait hours just for him to leave after an hour because he was 'tired'. Actually, he was more bored of sitting in awkward silence while they read comics, but he wouldn't say that to their face. He wasn't that cruel.

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One oddly boring day, when Enid was too busy with god knows what, Carl decided it'd be the perfect day to go out in the woods. Kill some walkers, run around, the usual shit he had always done. That was until he heard the quiet sound of paper being oh so gently flipped, and the quiet hums of a calming voice. He knew damn well who that was, and yet even when he was so distant towards them, he couldn't help but yearn to approach [name].

He stood behind them for a moment, watching their eyes scan the pages so effortlessly. They held an older issue of iron man, one that they'd read hundreds of times, it only made sense for them to know it by heart. He cleared his throat, making his presence known as he watched their head quickly whip around to stare at him. Gosh, were they always so on edge?

"Uhm.. hey." He murmured, his fingers fiddling with the edge of his jeans as he glanced away. Wow. Great going Carl. 'hey.' He just stood there quietly, almost like a statue. The only sound was of the leaves crunching under his feet as he shifted from side to side nervously. He had never felt so nervous around [name] before. It wasn't normal.

"Uh.. hi." They nodded back before they set their eyes back on their comic, paying no attention to him. In reality, they were freaking out. What did Carl want? Was he actually gonna initiate a conversation? Or did he just happen to pass by?

"Do you need-" they began, but were quickly cut off. "Uh..! Can i like, chill here? Totally fine if not, just-" he rambled, an anxious side of him peeking through. A side they'd never seen before. Strange enough.

"Yeah.. sure. I guess." They nodded, and he made his way over to them, plopping down on the ground next to them with a small oompf. He took a peak at their comic, scooting closer so that he could get a better look. That resulted in them huddling together like when they were kids, sharing a comic in gentle silence. It was kind of weird, there were no words exchanged, just quick glances and nods every once in a while.

Carl reached into his pocket, grabbing a handful of sweets and things he probably found in a supply run before he set them down in [name]'s lap. Like.. a peace offering, except they weren't in a war, they were two teenagers figuring out their feelings. Honestly, that in itself was a war.

"..Why'd you always ditch me.?" [name] spoke up, breaking the peaceful silence with a question that made Carl's heart slowly sink. That was a great question. Why did he always ditch them? He had no reason to. They were doing just fine on the road to Alexandria, might i say their relationship was thriving. But he went ahead and tossed that away for a few underage drinks with Ron and some awkward comic reading with Enid. Was it worth it? Hell no.

"I.." he started, but he genuinely didn't know what to say to explain or defend himself. He had nothing. He was just a prick who replaced [name] for some cool new friends and a hot girl. But did he really, really want to abandon [name]? Of course not. He missed them. He missed their laugh, the way their arms felt around his waist as they hugged each other to sleep on restless nights, the way they were always fidgeting with something near them (that thing sometimes being his hand), he missed their late night conversations and shared laughter.

And yet, he didn't know how to fix it. To fix them. So he just shrugged, not looking at them as he pretended to read the comic in their hands. The words blended together as his one eye scanned the page in a hurry, just trying to get this awkward tension away somehow. He scanned their face for a second, staring for a bit too long as he admired them. Had they always been this.. hmm. attractive.

"Uhhm.. nice shirt. Is it, uh, new? well not new new, new as in like, yknow-" he began, just yapping again before they nodded softly, placing their comic to the side. The shirt was, indeed, new. They'd just found it on a run a few days back.

"So. I was wondering, if you.. wanted to, like, hangout again? Please?" he murmured, sheepishly smiling at them as he fiddled with the loose threads of his jeans. Another hangout. Just like the old times. Maybe their friendship was salvageable.

"Hm. i mean, i guess." [name] shrugged in response, pretending not to really care, when actually they were freaking out. Were they being too cold? Did their face look bored? Right, should probably fix that unamused expression.. fuck, they were avoiding eye contact again. It never used to be so hard to talk to him.

"Right. Okay. Great.. Uh, my house today?" He suggested, his eye(s) meeting theirs for a moment before he glanced away. He was met with a nod of agreement, and he decided that it would be his cue to leave. He stood up, dusting himself off and shooting [name] a gentle smile before waving and running away.

Another hangout. With Carl. Today. Holy shit...

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Running Feelings Part 2

Summary: As tension runs high with you and Carl you two are sent out to go on a run alone with each other which leads Carl to realize you are more important to him than he thought TW: blood, guns & knives, violence. stabb!ng, and death (Carl Grimes x fem!reader) This is going to start where Part 1 left off of

To be completely honest you were lost in his eyes without a doubt, but naturally, you weren't going to admit that. "Earth to y/n" Carl chuckled as he slipped his hand out of yours and lightly shook you by you're shoulders. You were easily knocked out of your train of thought and came back to reality. You felt your face slightly heat up as you realized what had happened but you tried to play it off. Key word tried. "What?" you looked at him obliviously as if you had no idea what he was talking about. He squinted at you, unsure of the slight change in your posture. "You okay there?" he questioned a little teasingly. "Yeah I'm fine, why wouldn't I be?". "Uh-huh, and you didn't just go brain-dead as we were making up?". Okay, now he was definitely teasing you. "No, no I didn't actually I was just... living in the moment", you look away from him as you near the end of your sentence.

He crosses his arms over his chest and examines you one more time before continuing, "Okay y/n well I gotta go you just.. keep living in the moment I guess" he playfully mocks you before walking towards the door with an unnoticeable smile on his face. Just when he closes you're bedroom door behind him you let out a long-held sigh and get ready for bed.

The next few days were different. Well of course they were different since you and Carl had made up but it was as if something deeper had shifted within you, you didn't know this but he felt it too. Carl didn't know what it was though and neither did you. The only thing the two of you knew was when you were around one another you would unconsciously steal glances at each other and get this uneasy feeling. You couldn't help it and neither could he. Now when you met Carl you were only thirteen and him being a year older than you fourteen. Neither of you knew much about love. Needless to say, your parents didn't get along much and neither did Carl's parents after the apocalypse. You two had only seen love between Maggie and Glenn or Bob and Sasha (Rip bob..). What you did know was that you were supposed to love, care, protect, and be loyal to your person and you craved that. You longed for the love that would last no matter what. The kind of love where you endlessly felt it no matter how far you're person was.

When you used to sit on the couch with your mom watching the characters on the screen portraying what you would soon realize you wanted years later, you thought it was cheesy and corny at the time. You had never seen it in real life between your parents so you thought it was fake, but now it was all you thought about. If you would even still get to experience that in a world full of the Walking Dead. Your thoughts soon came to an end as you sat at the dining room table for another "group meeting" led by Rick. "We could use some more gas and food for the pantry and cars", he announced while placing down a map and taking a black marker out of his pocket. he leaned down and circled a gas station and a convenience store that's not too far from Alexandria. "I need two people to hit these two locations and get what we need". He looks around the room if the group is listening or not. "I was thinking.. we could have Carl and y/n go, they haven't been out in a while".

When he says your name, you look up from the table and at him with your eyes slightly widened. You then look to Carl and he's already looking at you with his arms crossed as he sits at the table across you. Carl gives you a smile and a little nod as he turns his attention back to his father. You didn't notice the light pink color flushed against Carl's porcelain face. "When do we leave?" you turn to Rick. "Be outside in fifteen minutes" he looks at you and Carl before rolling up the map and handing it to Carl."Meeting adjourned" he announced before walking out of the dining room. You quickly stood out of your seat and headed out the door, and Carl followed behind you. "So.. you ready?" he caught up with you and landed by your side. "Uh yeah I just gotta change real quick, I've been working on the garden all day"

You wipe the sweat off of your forehead as you glisten underneath the light of the sun. You feel disgusting and for some weird reason, you hope he doesn't notice the way you look. You never really cared before because you've looked worse than you do now yet all of a sudden you care. He definitely notices the way you look but in his eyes, you don't look bad at all. He thought you looked absolutely beautiful. I mean in the past he noticed you were a pretty girl without a doubt but now it was as if nothing existed but you, just you and your beauty soaking up the sunlight in that moment as your words slipped through your pretty lips. "You heard?" you questioned as you reached the doorstep of the shared house. Carl quickly snapped out of his thoughts and looked around slightly confused about how they ended up there. "Y-yeah I heard you y/n" he said slightly nervously but hid it with a chuckle as he opened the door for you.

You look at him slightly suspiciously as you walk in before him. "Okay well, I'm gonna go change you pull the car around and get the things we need". He nods at you and walks out of the house leaving you alone with your thoughts. You jog upstairs and go into your room, tossing and throwing clothes as you try and look for something to wear (This is me on a daily basis...). You take off your clothes and slip into light green cargo pants and a black knotted crop top along with your combat boots. Just when you finish up you hear the door open from downstairs and Carl's voice telling you to hurry up soon after. You sigh and grab your thigh and belt holsters and put them on before grabbing your gun ammo and knives.

You walk downstairs as Carl looks out the window turned away from the stairs. "let's go, Grimes" You walk past him and out the door. He takes a quick glance at you as you walk out the door and thinks nothing of it. He quickly questions what he'd just seen and trails behind you out the door. As you walk down the house steps Carl observes what you're wearing and stands there a little taken back. You turn around when you notice he stops, "you comin' or what?". Carl practically felt his heart beating out of his chest. Once again he got this warm feeling deep within him, the same feeling he had felt every time he was around you. At that moment he had finally realized everything he was feeling was because of you. You were the thing that kept him up at night, the thing that made him feel something was missing, the feeling of longing he'd often endure when he was alone with his thoughts.

"Yeah... get in, we're leaving" He finally moves down the steps of the house and takes the keys out of his pocket as he gets in the driver's seat of the truck. The whole ride there tension was in the air and it was suffocating, to say the least. It wasn't bad though, eventually, the silence was broken by a needy Carl. "You have the list of things?" he looks over at you as he grips the steering wheel with one hand. You turn to him, leaving your position against the window. "Yeah we need gas and food, shouldn't be so difficult" You study his figure as he looks at the road ahead, his visible veins running up his arm as he grips the wheel tighter to make a slight turn making his knuckles turn a slight pink. His soft brown hair framed his face almost perfectly with his freckles decorating his features. Carl feels your eyes on him, he fixes his hat with his other hand as he looks back at you with his lips turning up into a small smile.

From there you two had conversations that you never thought you would ever get the chance to have with him. You're childhood, favorite movies, hobbies, just the small obvious stuff you mention when you're trying to get to know someone. Little did you know Carl already knew, in the past even though he acted as if he despised you he thought you were oddly fascinating. He would never admit to it but maybe sometimes he would listen in on conversations you would have with others. He knew what happened to your parents, he made sure he knew so when the time was right and you would actually get along with one another you wouldn't have to relive it. He knew your favorite food, what you did in your spare time, and you liked to read novels which he really never understood because he was so in love with comics. So in the time in the car when you were talking to one another he was already familiar with everything you were telling him, he just let you continue on because he liked the sound of your voice and the way you went into detail about the things you loved but that came to an end when you arrived.

Unfortunately, the run took more out of you than you had hoped. Literally. You and Carl had decided to split up in the convenience store after staying together in the gas station. You two decided it would be more time-efficient. When you had decided to load everything you had found into the truck before going to look for Carl you heard shelves falling and glass breaking from inside. You quickly dropped everything and ran inside to where you heard the sounds. You saw Carl fighting off a big man with a knife. The man had him cornered as he punched him continuously, Carl looked at you coming up to the man from behind. He had hoped you didn't show up, he didn't want any harm to come your way but things don't always go as planned. You jumped on top of the man's back before he could strike Carl again. The man yelled loudly and backed up against a nearby wall to get you off of him causing you to grunt as you fell back onto the ground. The man got on top of you and punched you in the face and swiftly got his knife from his pocket and stabbed you in your side. You screamed out in pain before kneeing him in his balls causing him to growl and roll off of you. You reached into your holster and stabbed him in the head at the same time as Carl shot him in the head.

Carl hurried quickly to you with blood leaking from his nose as you held you're wound to stop the blood from spilling out of you. Your hands were painted in your blood. You started to feel faint and light-headed before you nodded off from the blood loss. "I got you y/n it's gonna be okay" he cried as he lifted you up bridle-style and put you in the back seat of the car. He quickly got into the driver's seat and sped off back to Alexandria. As soon as the gates opened he jumped out and carried you in his arms still unconscious. "Help somebody come help her please!" he begged as he collapsed onto his knees in exhaustion. Daryl, Rick, and Michonne ran up to him as he cried. Daryl and Rick quickly collected you from Carl and ran to the infirmary as Michonne stayed with Carl. Denise quickly got prepared as they laid you down on the hospice bed. "I'm sorry but I'm gonna need space to take care of her, I need to focus" Denise told the two worried men. "What are you crazy?! I'm not leavin' her!" Daryl yelled at her. "Do you want her to live or not?" Denise had a serious look on her face as she looked at the two men. Rick quickly took Daryl out of the room.

Hours had passed since Rick and Daryl had brought you to Denise and the group was worried. Especially carl. He couldn't help but think what had happened to you was his fault. Maybe if he was stronger you wouldn't have had to save him, Maybe if he had gotten to you sooner he could have returned the favor and saved you, but instead, you were probably still unconscious on the hospital bed. What would he know, he hadn't heard about you in hours and it made him feel sick to his stomach. It made him feel sick to even think about a world without you, let alone a world where it was his fault you weren't there anymore. He would miss the way your smile made his heart go fast, the way he would tease you about the littlest things and you would laugh along with him, and most of all he would miss that feeling of warmth within him every time he saw you walk into a room and lighten it up a little more. What he hated was that if you were actually going to die, he never got to say he loved you.

Carl was awake in his bed when his dad Rick came into his room abruptly, "Get your shoes on, y/n is awake" he smiled. Carl hopped out of his bed and threw on his shoes and hat before heading downstairs walking out the door and running to the infirmary. Carl was practically out of breath when he arrived at the door, as Rick, Daryl, Michonne, and the others were beside Carl he quickly knocked on the door before Denise opened it and let them inside. There you were lying in the bed with your eyes half-lidded. You waved your hand a little bit as everyone came inside and up to the bed. They all crowded around you so grateful that you were finally awake and okay. "Could I talk to y/n privately real quick? please?" Carl asked minutes later. The group all looked at each other but nodded, leaving through the door seconds later as you watched. Carl turned to you with an indescribable look on his face, you couldn't tell if he was relieved or not. "What the hell were you thinking y/n?" he said calmly, "You know a hi I'm so glad your better would suffice Carl" you remarked as you stared up at him but he didn't smile, he didn't say anything. "I'm serious y/n" he looked at you his eyes softening into sincerity as he waited for you to say something. "I was thinking I didn't want you to get hurt.. and I saved you, I saved your ass, and you're complaining because you didn't get to play hero."

"Why the fuck would I care about that while you're literally in a hospital bed?! You don't understand y/n I was worried". You look at him when a feeling of guilt hits you like a truck. You're eyes started to tear up as you looked down at your hands. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to" You muttered. Carl sighed before responding, "No y/n you don't understand. I- I couldn't bear the thought of losing you. You almost died in my arms. The girl I've known for years and learned to love almost died in my arms". He grabs your hand and looks at you hoping you understand. "I thought you were gonna die and that gave me the time to realize I Can't live in a world without you and I think maybe I've always known that but I just ignored it but I don't want to do that anymore because it's eating me up inside". You lift your head to look at him clearly your eyes still tearing up as your lips turn up into a small smile. You reach your hands out to him and wipe his tears as you hold his face in your hands, "I love you too Carl" He leans into your touch slowly and so do you until your lips touch making a soft passionate kiss between the two.

"So does this mean I'm gonna have to save you to return the favor?" He jokes as your forehead presses against his. "Hmm, I don't know... I kinda like you playing the damsel in distress". He laughs before kissing you again as you smile against his lips.

No because why did this take so long to write??? Anyway, I hope y'all like it, I already have more ideas for the next one! BTW I'm sorry if this is really long I tried my best to not prolong it but that didn't really work out <33

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

“Dance With Me.”

Synopsis: Chan was doing a charity stream, but with (Y/N). And the game you picked, is sure to have both of you, feeling hot and bothered..

Pairing: Chandler Riggs x Reader

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I walk out of the room, switch in-hand, and went to set it up in the living room, before telling Chan he could come in and get the stream settled out here.

I go to the kitchen to grab two water bottles and set it on the table. Chan looking at me, a confused look on his face. “What’s this for?”

“Just in case you’re thirsty. I was just going to grab one, but I felt like being nice.”

“Well, thank you.” He said, kissing my cheek, to show his gratitude, then went back to making sure everything was okay, with the stream.

Making sure the chat could hear us, and that they could what my switch was displaying, and making sure it wasn’t laggy, in general.

After triple checking with the chat and another tab with his stream pulled up, it was smooth sailing from there and he took a seat on the couch next to me.

“So, what game did you have in mind?”

“I’m gonna show ya, but you gotta close your eyes.”

“Why do I need to?”

“Just do it.” I put my hand over his eyes, before slowly lifting my hand up, to reveal his closed eyes.

I grab one of the joy-cons and go to the game. I let it load up, before telling him or the game let him know exactly what it was, when you hear the announcers say ‘Just Dance,’ lowly followed by the music. And Chan was quick to open his eyes.

“No..” I nod my head, ‘yes,’ as he leans his head back with an audible groan, and I laugh going over to read that chat, coming across one comment that said ‘I think she broke Chan.’

“Yeah, I think so too. I think I did break him, but he did say I could pick the game, so it’s kinda his fault.” I motion to Chan, as he lifts his head up.

“Are we really playing this?”

“Yes! We are. Why do you hate this game so much?”

“I don’t hate it, I just know that you’re going to win every time, cause you play this game so much.”

“So, you’re a sore loser?”

“I’m not a sore loser.” He said, getting defensive. “Sounds like something a sore loser would say.” I say, drinking some of my water, eyeing him over the bottle.

“Alright, you know what? Fine. I’ll play this and I will beat you at your own game.”

“Big talk for someone who was just throwing a hissy fit.” I turn away from him and press A, while we were going back and forth, the music kept playing and was getting extremely irritating.

“Here.” I hand him the joy-con. “You pick the first song.”

“Gladly.” He skims through the songs before landing one I’ve played once or twice, before clicking on it.

[carlmipololo]

Masterlist ★

Rules Me Requests

Fluff ♡

Smut ★

Angst ✝

[fandomnerd9602]

Could you make a sequel to the caylee cowan x male deadpool one where he meets the cast of the spider fan film?

Y/N, Deadpool, walks past the cast of the Spider short…

Y/N walks past Chandler Riggs…

Y/N: Coral!!

Chandler: I thought I escaped that

Y/N walks past Kyra Gardner…

Y/N: I loved your doc The Dollhouse!

Kyra: thank you?

Y/N: honestly you’d all be good for an actual film. Except for you, Cowan!

Caylee: what did I do?

Y/N: nothing I just wanted to see your reaction. I love you!

Caylee:

Y/N: go watch the Spider on YouTube! You’ll be disturbed and so impressed at the same time.

[grim333z]

Reader and Carl are teaching Judith to write the alphabet. Jokes ensue about Carl’s terrible handwriting 😫

alphabetti spaghetti~

carl x gn! reader

"What the fuck?" You furrow your brows as you look at the squiggle he's just drawn, possessing the faint resemblance of the letter S, his eyebrow raises as he looks at you, glancing at what he'd drawn on the paper, "What- Carl what letter did you think you wrote, because that.. that isn't it?" His eyes dart between you, Jude and the paper you were using to teach Judith how to write, watching Carl write each letter just as shakily as Judith did.

"Its an S...?"He looks down at the page back up to you, Judith's little head flicking between the two of you, almost completely oblivious to the absolute mess that was Whatever Carl had Attempted to write. "Is it really?" You huff, drawing a near perfect S beside it. He huffs, letting out an overdramatic sigh as he watches the nib of your ball point pen glide across the paper. Judith picking up her bright blue crayon as she try's to follow your movement, ending up doing a better job than Carl.

"Look even Judith can do it better than you..." You chuckle, flipping the paper over to the clean side, "C'mon Jude lets see what you've got... Hmmph, how about we try, Judith..?" You suggest watching her eager little fingers grip a new pink crayon as she starts writing her own name, saying each letter gently under her breath, "Carl you wanna try..?" You glance at him, as he's pulled away from watching Judith write..."Seems like you've become a little, rusty" You chuckle, rolling a blunt forest green crayon at him, watching him roll his eye's at you "You're such a dick." He scoffs rolling the crayon back up the table at you.

"Can you spell dick? D. I. C. K." You shoot back, watching his eyes fall back on Judith as she crosses the T, "I can spell.." He hums quietly.. "s 'just my handwriting is, well... kind of sucky"  

He fiddles with a stray Crayon, their seemingly being something more to it... the two of you hadn't been in some form of school setting for years, it was unsurprising his handwriting ability eroding over time, the lack of use of a skill tends to ware it down slightly; 

Judith looks up at you for approval over her work. "Judith" Scrawled out in dogy pink letters sits on the paper, as she smiles up at you, "Woahhhh, Jude, it's so good..." You hum taking in her work, Carl sits beside the small girl, a gentle grin on his face at his sisters work or even the slight sense of normality, being taught to write, something he'd done at her age, it was a thick warm blanket of familiarity, and an almost comfort for the future. A quiet reminder that somethings simply never change. Stuff like this has been happening for years, isn't gonna stop just because dead people aren't really all that dead anymore. 

"Dude, The cavemen probably did this." Carl furrows his eyebrow at you, having let your thoughts slip out again, "What..?"

{This feels so short :( }

[zomb-core]

۫ ꣑ৎ SCARS || carl grimes x female reader

summary: carl sees your scars and comforts you.

(intended lowercase)

warnings: talks of past self harm.

comfort

when the apocalypse started everything changed, you and everyone else's lives were flipped upside down nearly overnight and it was an adjustment to say the least.

out of everything, one thing remained the same; your relationship with long sleeves. you used to hate them, they were hot and itchy but you'd grown accustomed to them over time. before everything had happened, you had been dealing with your previous life and issues and it had taken a toll on you. you had felt so alone and helpless and it caused you to do things you weren't proud of, self harm being one of those things.

you regretted it more than anything, you hated the way the scars looked on your wrist and the way it made people think of you — it was belittling. so you covered them.

it seemed like a ridiculous thing to care about with everything going on, but you were only human and you were bound to have insecurities.

your paranoia of people seeing them only grew when you met carl.

at first you hadn't understood why, but time slowly revealed your infatuation with him and it made sense why you wouldn't want him to know about them. you wanted him to see you, not your past mistakes.

and he did, he saw you more than anyone. he listened to you, he took care of you, he loved you and his love was the most beautiful thing you had ever experienced. you had never experienced something as refreshing and tender as his love and you were beyond ecstatic the day he asked you to be his girlfriend.

it was the sweetest thing, you were sitting against a tree trunk with him by your side, your head rested on his shoulder while you read an issue of your favorite comic together. he would wait for you to finish to turn the page even when he was itching to turn the page to see the next part and something about that factor made you weak in the knees.

you had thanked him for being so patient and he told you not to worry about it.

then, he reached over and plucked a small yellow flower from the grass and handed it to you. it was a simple gesture but it brought a smile to your lips. you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and he responded by kissing you on the lips and asking you to be his girlfriend.

you would've been a fool to say no.

now you sat on the edge of his bed, anxiously waiting for him.

the two of you had been on watch together, you were both talking about your day and what you planned to do after you finished there. everything had been going perfect, except for the fact that it was extremely hot out.

you could feel the sun on your back as you spoke with him, beads of sweat forming on the back of your neck. it was torture.

you weren't sure what invoked you to do it, but you rolled up your sleeves. it was so hot that you hadn't even thought about it until the damage was done and his eye was flickering between your face and your arm in shock. the second you processed what you had done you had rolled them back down and turned to walk away in a panic.

you heard him call after you but you ignored him.

after pacing around your room for a while, you had come to the conclusion that talking to him was the smartest of all of your options so here you were.

“y/n?” you were brought out of your thoughts by the sound of his voice.

“carl, hey.” you stood up from where you were sitting on the bed, your hands clasped together in front of you. “I, um..” you searched for what to say but words seemed to elude you.

he luckily filled the silence that surrounded you in your panic, “we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.”

your breath quivered as you shook your head in a silent attempt to clear your thoughts. before he had walked in the room, you were certain you were gonna explain it to him and answer any questions he might have, but every fiber of your being was racked with uncertainty.

“I'm here if you want to, though.”

your legs pressed against the side of the mattress as you stepped back into the bed to take a seat, catching your head in your hands when you did. “I do.”

a moment passed before you felt the bed dip next to you, he left a decent size space in-between the both of you likely assuming you wanted space and waited for you to speak, his gaze lingering on you as he did so.

“I shouldn't have kept it from you,” you lifted your head to meet his eyes, his gaze was gentle and attentive and you relaxed under it, “I was scared you'd see me differently and I couldn't… I can't handle it.”

“I wouldn't.” he assured, shaking his head as if to emphasize the statement. “if it's important to you that I don't address them I won't.”

his hand moved to linger above yours, his thumb grazing the back of your palm. carl had always been big on physical touch when it came to the two of you being alone or a situation where one of you needed comfort, but he respected your boundaries and was willing to make sure you were comfortable with the touch at the moment. you briefly nodded to tell him it was okay, and he rested his hand atop of yours, his eyes never once moving from your face.

“It's not that,” you sighed, staring down at where his hand sat on yours. “when I started I felt so alone it was sickening and when people found out, the feeling only seemed to grow. people looked at me like I wasn't human anymore, I was just seen as this weak, demented monster who couldn't handle the real world.”

tears clouded your vision as you spoke, you felt so vulnerable and it made you nauseous, but you needed him to know. you couldn't keep it from him forever and you knew if you didn't address it now, you might never get the chance. “they told me they were gross and that I should cover them and I listened. I know they're not pleasant to look at and I know what people think when they see them, I wanted to avoid that.. with you especially.”

when you finally managed to look back up at him you were met with a look of acknowledgement instead of the usual pity or disgust you saw from others. “I don't think they're gross or that you're weak.”

he turned your wrist over and adjusted your sleeve to examine your arm, his thumb tracing over the gnarled skin. “you’re alive, you survived and if they're proof of that then they're not gross and they sure as hell don't mean you're weak.”

he brought your wrist up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your pulse point, lingering for a moment before pulling back and releasing his hold on your arm.

“thank you.” you mumbled, a small sniffle accompanying the words.

his thumb swept over a fallen tear and he shook his head, “don’t thank me.” lanky arms found their way around your shoulders and pulled you closer, your face pressed flush against the curve of his neck. the familiar brush of his lips met the side of your scalp as he placed a gentle kiss there. “I love you.”

you readjusted yourself in his embrace just enough for you to lean back and capture his lips in a tentative kiss. “I love you, too.”

dedicated to @txrasbae

masterlist

[smutinlove]

↳ CARL GRIMES MASTERLIST

—dedicated to the whores of alexandria and the walking dead.

special mentions: @hiro--aoki @carlsdarling @taylormarieee @loveforcarl @jas2010 (im mentally ill and these are my pookies)

rules for requesting

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Smut —Carl gets jealous when Ron tries to hit on you

Smut—Carl gets rough

Smut—Slutty slut

Smut-Dinner with Grimes—You and Carl decided to host dinner at your place. But you wanted to tease Carl, so you wore an extremely short dress.

Smut—Begging

Smut—Just sex

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Suggestive—Eyes apparently don't lie

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Fluff—Reader writes a love letter/appreciation letter

Fluff-Cabin—Carl Grimes asks to marry you

Fluff—CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

Fluff—NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

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Angst—Carl, Rick, and Glenn notice that the reader hasn't been eating/sleeping. They force an intervention.

Angst—Reader cries about Carl's death

Angst—Reader dies. Carl cries. (Lineup)

Angst—Reader hurts herself. Carl comforts her.

Angst —Carl comforts an insecure reader. SH WARNING

Angst leading to fluff—Carl goes on a scavenging trip but gets lost. The reader goes to look for him.

Angst—After Negan kills readers father figure, Glenn Rhee, she and Carl start to fight a lot. One day, after an intense fight, Negan suddenly arrives to Alexandria. He manipulates the reader to Carl.

Angst/fluff—Dad figure Glenn. Carl hangs out with Enid a lot, making the reader jealous. !argument

Angst/fluff—Shy/sensitive reader. Carl and reader fight because she sneaks out and Rick scolds Carl, making him apologize.

Angst/fluff—Dad figure Glenn. Reader runs away because she hates Enid and her father figure adopted her. Carl finds her.

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Small Series

You were my light part 1 —The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

You were my light part 2

You were my light part 3

You were my light part 4

You were my light part 5

You were my light ALTERNATIVE ENDING—The daughter of Negan Smith wakes up from what she thought was real but was a dream. She wants to find him. Y/N Smith wants to find Carl Grimes.

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WORDS BURN HARD: CARL GRIMES X FEM!OC

Chapter One: The Woods

Chapter Two: Undetected

Chapter Three: Solitude

Chapter Four: a secret

Chapter Five: I watch as you're leaving

Chapter Six: Meddlsome

Chapter Seven: The Journal

Chapter Eight: A caged boy

Chapter Nine: Lavenders

Chapter Ten: Little Blue light

Chapter Eleven: Shopping and Paranoia

Chapter Twelve: The Start of Shame

Chapter Thirteen: War of Shame

Chapter Fourteen: Linked Destiny

Chapter Fifteen: Resurrection

Chapter Sixteen: coming soon

[zoesmp4]

STUPID “love makes you stupid.” carl grimes x walsh!reader

tags: angst, some fluff, violence, blood, 6x9

a/n: omg this req was SO good i am sosososo sorry i couldn’t execute it properly 😭 im not so proud of this one, but i hope its ok!! 

you and carl grimes had been best friends ever since you could walk. you both met when your dad brought you to "bring your kid to work day" down at the station. the scent of coffee and the echo of footsteps filled the air.

it started to seem extremely boring, until a stranger approached you and your dad. you saw a little boy standing next to him, and felt a little less lonely. the man recognized you, though you had no idea who he was. "hi there y/n, this is carl." he introduced.

ever since then, you guys were inseparable. you and carl had a bond which was special, it was like no other. you could be yourself around him, and you could tell carl felt the same. the ease, the comfort, like you didn't have to pretend to be anyone else when you were together.

as expected, seeing him for the first time after the apocalypse started unleashed a unique wave of relief within you. you vividly recall the both of you making eye contact and running toward each other. you hugged each other tightly, as if you'd been separated for years.

"i was so scared!" you said, clutching your doll in your hand. "you don't need to be scared anymore," he reassured. "i'm here to protect you." carl loved to be your knight in shining armor, even when you were young.

through all the dark days, and as you both grew older, you two had always been there for each other. no matter whatever crap life threw at you, you guys stuck together. walker got too close to you? dead.

"i would never let anything happen to you. don't worry." he would always say. he was your closest friend, your ride or die. growing up was hard enough during the apocalypse, but having each other made it bearable.

however, as time passed, you started to feel a different way towards him. you started to feel as if things wouldn't be so bad if you guys were more than friends. actually, it was starting to seem like it was all you could dream of.

you thought it was just a one time thing, but you were dumb to think so. you often found yourself blushing at the thought of him, and when he had caught you daydreaming, let's just say he was curious.

"come on, why can't you just tell me who you like?" he asked, growing more agitated by the second. "shut up, i don't like anyone." you said, rolling your eyes playfully. "bullshit, tell me who it is." he said, looking you in the eye, a grin plastered onto his pretty face.

"nope!" you replied, popping the "p."

carl grimes had stolen your heart, and there was no doubt about it. you knew he had you wrapped around his finger, it was quite obvious when you would stress whenever he got the tiniest injury.

"calm down, it's just a cut." "do you ever shut up?" you would say, reaching for the bandaids on the top shelves of your room. "it's really not as bad as it looks." you knew he was telling the truth, it was never that serious. however, you being you, you couldn't help but worry. 

but now? now it was actually serious. too serious. you felt the panic start to sink in the second you saw ron, a vengeful look on his face, pointing a gun in rick's direction. you froze when you realized who was in standing front of him. it was carl. your carl.

"you." ron said. your heart pounded against your ribs. your breaths were shallow and rapid, as a wave of terror gripped you. surely he wouldn't actually shoot. right? so many possibilities were going through your head at once, it was the worst thing you ever experienced.

fortunately, michonne came in a flash. you jumped slightly when her katana pierced through ron's skin. atleast it was all over now though. rick was alright. carl was alright.

or so you thought.

BANG!

his stupid fucking finger slipped. 

all of your negative thoughts came flooding back into your mind the moment the sound of the gunshot hit your eardrums. however, among all of your worries, there was one most prominent. where did the bullet go?

your eyes darted around before your gaze landed on carl. he had his head down, and when he looked up, it felt as if all the air in your lungs had been sucked out of your body. "dad?" he whimpered out.

he had been shot. in the head. directly into his eyesocket. the amount of blood flowing down his face made you sick to your stomach. it was only a matter of seconds before his body went limp and fell to the ground.

you never knew it was possible to feel this angry. there was no way in hell that just happened, and you couldn't do anything to stop it. it should've been you.

your facial expression contorted into one showing pure horror and anxiety. your eyes widened, tears at the rim, threatening to fall out. you breathed heavily, as you felt anguish and rage twist within you. rick lifted carl into his arms and carried him. that was your cue to pull out your knife.

you and michonne ran in front of rick and carl, killing walkers one by one. you were going ballistic, slashing every walker you possibly could, grunts escaping your mouth with every stab. you were going on a rampage, you weren't even thinking, you were just so enraged. how could you have let that happen to him?

blood splattered across your face, but you barely even noticed. hot tears streamed down your cheeks. each drop carried the weight of frustration and sorrow, their salty taste bitter on your lips. your body started to grow tired, but you kept pushing. dozens of walkers were laying on the ground.

now, the focus was getting carl help. and that's what you wanted. but you just couldn't stop. you were about to plunge your bloody knife into yet another walker, but michonne caught your arm in mid-air.

"that's enough." she said. she noticed how your chest rose and fell at a rapid pace, and the way you looked like you wanted to watch the world burn.

she took the knife from your grasp before putting her hand around your shoulder for a few seconds to calm you down. "we have to hurry." she continued to kill every walker in her sight, one by one. you didn't care that your body hurt like hell, you didn't care about all the blood splattered onto you, you didn't care that you were exhausted.

the only thing you cared about was carl. would he be okay? was this the end? were you gonna lose your other half? your heart ached. you weren't even gonna get to tell him how you felt about him.

after what seemed like hours of running and fighting, you found yourself laying down in the infirmary bed next to carl's. he'd been patched up before you. he was sleeping, and you were glad he was getting the rest he needed.

but every time you looked at him, your chest tightened. he should've never even have to be here. he should've never had to go through that, ever.

daryl had a chair pulled up next to your bed. he was like a father figure to you after shane died. he sighed, wiping your now crimson splattered arms with a wet rag to clean off the blood. "y' used the knife i gave you?" he said, not looking up from your arm. "yeah, it's the best i have."

the silence in the room was so loud. it's not that he was disappointed in you, he was proud you were able to defend yourself. it was the fact that you could've died and you still kept pushing that made him so quiet. he cared about you a lot, and he knew you didn't have to fight so hard, especially at your age.

"why'd you do that?" he asks, finally making eye contact with you. you let out a breath before opening your mouth to speak, "love makes you stupid."

it felt nice, to finally be able to talk to someone about your feelings for the blue eyed boy. after all, you were never gonna tell him, so atleast you could tell someone. "damn right it does." he replied, before lighty ruffling your hair. 

"get some sleep, okay kiddo?" daryl said, wiping the last of the blood off your arms. "yeah, jus- please don't te-" "i won't tell a soul." he cut you off, already knowing what you were gonna ask of him. "thanks." you said, smiling.

little did you know, daryl wasn't the only person who heard your late night confession. a "sleeping" carl stirred in his bed, now facing the wall in the opposite direction of you. perhaps it was the exhaustion getting to you, but you could've sworn you heard a light chuckle.

[mozzeralla-stix]

Heyyyyy! So can I request a Carl x fem reader where she’s insecure and Carl sees her body for the first time after her trying to hide it for ages. It can be smut or fluff or both🫶🏻

Every Piece of You

Carl Grimes x Insecure fem! reader

WARNINGS: unprotected sex, negative self talk, crying, body issues, L bombs, f! receiving oral

Carl finally sees reader for the first time and can’t help but show his adoration…

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I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Somehow, despite the beauty of having a clean and safe house to live in with running water and electricity, I still find my brain focusing so deeply on all the wrongs in my life. More specifically, the wrongs that are a part of me. There are a lot of terrible things I’ve had to do to survive on the road. My hands aren’t clean of blood, but time and improvement can change that. What can’t change- however- is my body. I pull the sweat filled shirt off of my body reluctantly, knowing I have to shower eventually.

As the garment drops to the floor I can’t help but stare at myself in disgust once again. Each curve and dip in my body only reminds me of how unattractive my frame is. It’s a wonder how I managed to get Carl to love me. Probably because he has never seen my body, I’m sure the day he finally sees me without clothes will be the day I’m single once again. I wrap my arms around myself while tears well up on my eyes. I can barely see my reflection with the liquid overwhelming my waterline, finally beginning to trail down my cheeks as I let out weak sobs. I can’t help but grieve the end of Carl and I’s relationship- as its inevitable end will one day come with the reveal of my body.

I hear a soft knock on the door followed by, “Y/n? Hun? Are you okay in there? I’m coming in.”

Before I can scramble to cover myself up or run to the door, I see Carl standing in the doorway. I feel fear rush through me- not ready whatsoever for this moment. Carl’s eyes light up, and his mouth suddenly falls slightly agape. I feel tears threaten to fall again once the shock leaves my body. “Carl! I’m so sorry. You weren’t supposed to see this. I know it’s awful. Please just don’t-“

“Oh my god Y/n, you’re beautiful.”

I am stopped in my tracks, my brows furrowing in utter confusion and disagreement. I shake my head side to side, refusing to accept such an impossible notion. “You don’t have to pretend, Carl. I know I’m not. Please just don’t leave over this. You don’t even have to see me like this ever again.”

Before I can continue, Carl walks over and gently pulls me into his warm embrace, placing my head gently in the crook of his neck. Sobs that I was holding back barreled their way through my barricades, forcing salty tears out of my eyes and onto Carl’s flannel. The comfort of his very presence: his smell, the tickle of his long brown locks on my cheek and neck, his steady heartbeat and slow breathing- it all became so overwhelming.

“Sweetheart, I think you’re so beautiful. Best thing I’ve ever laid eyes on. As upset as I am that it happened this way- I’m so happy I’ve finally gotten to see the love of my life in such an intimate way. Nothing could change my love for you.” Carl follows with a soft kiss to my lips before pulling away to look into my eyes- his soft blue ones giving me a loving look.

“Carl, I love you too. So much. I’m sorry.” I barely let out before pulling him back into a hug, gripping his flannel harder than ever as the tears slowly stop.

“It’s okay, don’t apologize. You’re so amazing. So pretty.”

Carl starts to kiss me gently, moving his hands down to grab at my hips. I feel myself tense up, only to be comforted by Carl placing one hand on the top of my head, lightly stroking my hair. Our kiss deep new as both Carl and I slightly tilt our heads to the side, hoping to feel even more of a connection between our two selves. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to me. In response, Carl tugs lightly at my hip and pulls my body flush against is as I whimper from the contact.

Carl slowly begins to guide me back towards the counter, pinning my hips to the surface once my back hits the edge. I let out a gasp and Carl takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into my mouth- forcing an unexpected moan out of me. I feel his tongue lap against mine, creating amazing friction between our two mouths. I tug at his hair, causing him to groan and lightly roll his hips up towards mine. The sudden contact makes me whimper, loving the satisfying rhythm developing between us. Carl trails his lips down to my face, stopping at the junction of my jaw and neck.

He latches onto the small patch of skin and begins to gently suck, leaving a dark mark on my neck. I moan and can’t help but buck my hips forward at the sudden rush of pleasure. He lets out a low groan and is only fueled further by my little reactions. I continue to tug on his hair and roll my hips with his, reveling in the feeling of our bodies being so close and intertwined. Carl trails down my neck even further- leaving dark, bruising love bites that are sure to show in the morning. He reaches my collarbone and bites down on the sensitive mound lining my neck.

“Ahh~ Ca- Carl! Please.”

Carl gives the bone one final nibble before raising his head and moving close to my ear, carefully whispering “Don’t worry, pretty girl. You’ll get what you want soon. patience..”

I nod my head feverishly and feel his hands begin to tighten around my hips, lifting me up so that I am sitting on top of the bathroom counter. A deep blush creeps up my neck and spreads itself across my cheeks, displaying my embarrassment and needy nature all to Carl. He leans down and starts to make out with me- this time with much more heat and desperation. I match his movements, the newly present wetness at my core pooling into my panties.

With his hands gripping my hips even tighter than before, he begins to roll his hard on up into me while guiding my hips towards his, creating strong friction between us two. I throw my head back in a daze of submission and pleasure, desperately following his lead. Each time his dick rubs against me through the layers of clothing I feel an electric shock run up my spine, causing loud moans to slip from my mouth uncontrollably. Carl let’s out a few of his own while he places his hand over my mouth gently, attempting to muffle my loud displays of enjoyment.

“Gotta be quiet for me, ‘kay my love? Can you do- mmph~ do that for me?”

I quickly nod and continue to do my best to suppress my noises, still following his hips with my own bucking movements. I whine as he slows his grinding, eyeing me up and down.

Carl slowly moves one hand to my back, looking into my eyes for approval for a moment before undoing my bra. I allow it to slip down my arms, revealing my bare chest to Carl. His eyes dilate with amazement, just before he looks up at me with a hungry expression. I have no choice but to stare back, frozen with arousal and embarrassment. I move my hands to the hem of his shirt, begging him to take it off as well. Carl quickly gets the message with a small chuckle and pulls the shirt over his head, tossing it into the pile of clothes forming on the bathroom floor. I stare in awe, never having seen his bare torso much. My eyes trail from his distinct collarbones to his chest, continuing my gaze all the way down to his toned abdomen and the patch of hair that leads beneath his jeans. I flush a dark red and dart my eyes to his forearms, the view of his muscles ever so slightly popping out due to his leaning position certainly not helping the color on my face. Carl’s hand then comes up to my chin- gently lifting it so that I’m looking him in the eyes.

“It’s okay to look sweetheart, it’s all yours.”

I practically melt at the comment before Carl places a chaste kiss on my lips. He then gently lowers himself down to his knees, placing his strong hands onto the top of my covered thighs.

He slides his hand up to the button of my jeans while his other remains on my thigh, slowly rubbing up and down. He makes quick work of the button, removing my jeans to reveal my panties. He spots the wet spot soaking through the thin fabric, and looks me in the eyes while he licks a strip from the area to the top of my cloth covered pussy. I let out a moan and tangle my hands in his hair, rolling my lips delicately against his mouth. He removes his mouth from my core to place soft kisses all around the inside of my thighs, biting down on the last placement to leave a dark hickey. The pleasure overwhelms me, until he lets go of the plush area and presses his thumb against the love bite, bringing a shiver up my spine at the small mix of pleasure and pain.

“Please! I cant wait any longer Carl..” I say as I tug at his hair again, barely able to contain myself. Carl sighs and gives in, gripping the hem of my panties and pulling them down to reveal my soaking wet core. He looks up at me and gives me a loving smile.

“God, you’re just so unbelievably beautiful. Every part of you.” He let’s out breathlessly.

I try to stutter out a thank you, but am interrupted by Carls tongue feverishly lapping at my clit, fueled by desire and the need to prove just how majestic he found my body to be. I begin to feel as though I am weightless, squeezing my eyes shut in pure bliss and Carl descends to my throbbing entrance. He licks up all of the juices seeping out of me, moaning as he does so. This sends waves of extra pleasure through me as the vibrations travel from my pussy to my abdomen. He then latches himself on my clit, sucking harshly on the enlarged bud. My back arches aggressively, letting out an incredibly lewd moan as I tug on his hair.

Carl moves away from my sensitive pussy, pulling himself up with a smirk. He moves his lips towards mine and kisses me, forcing me to taste myself on my tongue. He disconnects the intimate kiss and quickly removes his pants and boxers, revealing his hard and aching cock. Glistening pre-cum drips from the slightly red tip as my eyes widen, realizing that that is supposed to fit inside of me. I turn red and Carl catches on, pulling me into his tight embrace. His skin feels warm, sending comfort into my once tense muscles. He gently rubs my back before pulling away, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek.

“I promise it’ll fit darlin’, I would never hurt you. You’ll take it all so well for me, I know you will.”

I nod while he pumps himself a few times, lining his cock up to my dripping entrance.

“I love you, Carl.”

“I love you too, Y/n. So much.”

With that Carl gently pushed into my wet folds, causing me to gasp and throw my arms around his shoulders- pulling his torso flush to mine. I stuff my head into his neck and whimper, feeling a light sting. Carl wraps one arm around my back to grip the other side of my hips, while his other hand sneaks down to my clit and rubs the sensitive mound in a circular motion. The wavering pleasure helps me relax- allowing me to let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in, while Carl continues to push himself into me so gently.

“F-fuck. Doing so well f’me darlin’. God~”

I can tell he is struggling to keep it together while his cock dips further into me, eventually bottoming out with a groan. I feel my chest fill with warmth and love, the energy between us filling the small room with rose colored feelings. I take a deep breath and sigh, adjusting to the feeling of being apart of him. My pussy instinctively squeezes my walls around him, causing Carl to whimper and buck his hips back into me. However, he doesn’t stop once he initially fucks himself into me- making slow yet steady thrusts into me. He looks down at our connection, watching as his hard member disappears with every thrust inside of me.

I gently scratch at his back and moan into his neck, practically squirming in his touch. The pleasure overwhelms me, along with the intense feelings shared between us in this intimate moment. Unexpectedly, I don’t feel any insecurity about being bare in front of Carl. The way he cares so deeply and ensured I’m not hurt, the way he longingly looks at my body while fucking into me, the way he rolls his hips ever so delicately to ensure this feels amazing for the both of us. Carl’s actions are filled with love and adoration. He loves me for me, every single piece.

My brain starts to go foggy with pleasure, as I let out soft moans and whimpers in an attempt to keep myself quiet. I allow Carl’s name to occasionally roll of my tongue, longing the way he groans in response to my desperate calls for him. I feel myself nearing the edge, tears starting to well up in the corner of my eyes- both due to the love I feel and the way that Carl perfectly hits my g-spot with every thrust.

My moans get louder and I can barely mumble a “Carl- Ahh mph~ I’m close!” against Carl’s shoulder. He gently lifts my head up with his hand and makes me look him in the eyes- the tears only getting more intense and rapid with our irises creating an unbreakable link between Carl and I. He smashes his lips against mine, moaning into my mouth while he passionately slips his tongue into my mouth.

The coil in my stomach gets impossibly tighter, a tense yet comfortable sensation growing in my abdomen. I begin to claw at his bare back- leaving dark red marks trailing all down him. Carl moans and rolls his hips once more, teetering me over the edge.

Everything falls apart within me and Carl pulls away from the kiss, whispering “Let it go, love. It’s okay.”

I yelp out a lewd moan at his word choice and ride out my orgasm, the rhythmic clenching and unclenching pushing Carl over the edge as well. I feel his cock tense up inside of me right before spilling his warm cum deep inside of me, enhancing the last bits of my orgasm.

Carl rests his forehead against mine while breathing very heavily, closing his eyes before pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

“I love you Y/n, every single piece of you.”

“I love you too, Carl. Always and forever.”

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oh my god i’m sorry this took so long. lots going on rn. hope you enjoy!! <3