#chandler riggs fluff

[heartfeltcherie]

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

[kknighthood]

Grounded Carl Grimes x fem!Reader

It was a warm summers night in Alexandria. You were sat flicking through a book your parents made you read. It was boring compared to the comics you read snuck out the walls to read with Carl. You’ve been grounded for that, your parents found out and weren’t too happy. They thought it was far too dangerous, as if you didn’t already know that.

On the outside people weren’t people anymore, they were just consumed by the need to protect and survive. In here its different, it almost feels unnatural now. Being free to roam around with Carl outside was freeing. It seemed almost like there was no danger. Perhaps that was just because you were with him. He was so self-assured, so stupidly brave and you loved him for it.

He’s so stupidly brave he’s tapping at your window right now.

Its late, he certainly shouldn’t be here and if your dad found out he’d have his head. You opened the window for him. You slept on the first floor, so its not like he had to scale any walls.

“Hey” His eyes lit up as clumsily stepped in your room, he trod on some old junk as he stumbled in.

“Hey, you shouldn’t be here. My parents will go mad if they see you.” You whisper in return; you helped him regain balance in your dimly lit bedroom by holding his arm. He chuckles and looks at you.

He chuckled as he tried to regain his balance, his head spinning a bit. ���I know I shouldn’t, but I wanted to see you,” he says, standing up straight.

The curtains were open, letting the soft moonlight stream through the window. “I made sure they were asleep, their lights turned off fifteen minutes ago” He waves you off and walks over to your bedside, the lamp illuminated his features. His blue eyes scanned your room as he stood there, his signature sherifs hat was resting atop of his head. He didn’t stop you as you reached up and took his hat, your fingers delicately trailed over the brim.

He tilted his head slightly as you inspected it in your hands. He watched you carefully, noticing the way your fingers traced over it. “You like it?” his voice had a playful tone, you noted how he wore it constantly. When you first met him, you thought it may have been glued to his head.

“…I always wondered why you kept this. I couldn’t even manage to keep a hold of my favourite bracelet.” Your mouth formed a smile as you sat there reminiscing. “It was real pretty too…had these nice gemstones. Real expensive too.”

“Didn’t I tell you? This was my dad’s.” He replied. His eyes were fixed on your fingers, he tilted his head slightly. “My hat is much harder to lose then your bracelet, huh?”

He was stood in your room, usually he’s so sure of yourself but he has an air of nervousness about him. Your room was feminine, you had light coloured walls and a pale-pink rug on the floor, his cheeks were the same hue.

“What, never been in a girl’s room before?” You chuckled lightly. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms; you were only teasing.

“No…not really. Why, do you think I go around in girls’ rooms often?” he shook his head and taps his boot on the foot of your bed as you sat upon it. He’s never been in a girl’s room but he’s trying to play it cool.

“No, it's pretty clear that's not the case. Don’t just stand there…sit down” You smiled at him, his nervousness only added to his charm.

Carl grins lightly, He moves over and takes a seat on the bed, sinking down into the sheets. “You room suits you…very girly” He looks over at the stuffed animal he got you on one of his runs on your bed. His face brightened as he saw it was there, right on your bed where you sleep.

The look on his face made your heart swell. You couldn’t put your finger on why but being around him just made everything seem so easy yet so difficult at the same time. Even when he was away.

“Will your parents really get mad if they see me?” He asks, he knows the answer.

“Obviously, you’re a bad influence Mr Grimes.” You smirked; you kept your voice quiet to avoid your parents finding out he was here. You hoped the noise he made when he stumbled in didn’t attract any attention. You paused to ponder on your thoughts.

His eyes are glued to you as wondered what was on your mind, curiosity was written all over his face. He nudged you, it was a silent que for you to say what you were thinking. You bit your lip as you thought about how to word your thoughts.

“Why are you here, Carl? You said yourself you know my parents will go mad if they find you, and your dad won’t be pleased to know you snuck out” You hummed and shifted slightly in your seat.

“I couldn’t sleep” He spoke, you knew it was more then that. If that was the case, he’d be in his room reading comics, he paused before speaking again. “I needed to see you” You saw the grin on his face as he averted your gaze to look at the floor. You couldn’t help fighting back a grin yourself.

“Yeah?” You asked him, hoping for more of an answer but that answer alone made your heart flutter.

"Don't be so surprised. I mean, why wouldn't I want to see you?" He searched for your eyes once again.

“Why would you, do you like me or something?" You asked, you were half-teasing. Part of you wanted to know, you felt like you had to.

“What if I do?” he leaned a bit closer, his voice softened as he spoke. His breaths were deep, slow. They matched your own. You didn’t know what to say, was he just teasing?

“Do you?” You asked, your eyes fixed on his.

“You want me to say it? I snuck in here tonight just to see you” He whispered softly, to him it was perfectly clear, he liked you. You knew it was true. But you just wanted to hear it from his lips. You nodded; words were stuck in your throat. It was silly really, you wanted him to say the words you were too cowardly to say, too scared.

He looked at your face for a moment, his smirk faded into a more sincere expression. "Yeah, I do," he said softly, his gaze darting between your eyes and your lips. You mirrored his actions.

Looking wasn’t enough, you had to feel his lips on yours. You pulled him closer by his shirt, your grip wasn’t tight. He was taken by surprise by your sudden movement, but he didn't hesitate to respond. He moved closer, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

As gentle as he was, you could still feel his urgency. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer towards him until your bodies were pressed together. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over your back, trying to get even closer. You could sense his desperation, and you were filled with need. Both of you knew your parents could find out about the two of you at any moment, and if they did, you’d be grounded for life. But it was difficult to care about that when he was consumed by the sensations and emotions of the moment, and you felt that too.

 He pulled back slightly for air, you could feel his breath fanning on your face. He looked at you with an intense gaze, his breath ragged. He opened his mouth to talk but you crashed your lips into his, you didn’t want words right now. You just wanted him. Your hands trailed over his body as he returned the favour, he understood what you wanted from him. The kiss continues, your heart was pounding in your chest. The pair of you were desperate to get closer.

Eventually you both needed to pull away for air once more. The air was thick and all you could think about was him. His scent, his breaths, the heat of his hands on your body and the longing in his eyes. He pressed his forehead against yours as he spoke.

“I’ve wanted that for so long…” He whispers as his hands trail over your neck.

“I’d have taken up on your offer if you’d have acted sooner…” You purred, your hands were tangled in his hair. You leaned up to try kiss him again.

Your bedroom door swung open. It was your dad.

Shit.

[smutinlove]

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.

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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. ;)))

[zoesmp4]

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.” 

[grim333z]

in that case, what if i was to ask if you'll write something about carl x reader based on the song bag of bones by mitski? 😈

[For context I listened to the song and then googled it and got like really into this and speed wrote it. However I will not let it linger in my drafts because I will never ever do anything with it and will grow to HATE it. So here have whatever this is now ]

BAG OF BONES-

Carl grimes x gn!reader

tw - mentions of past sa, mentions of nausea, angst, it starts like smut, but there isn't any here, abuse mentioned (pls let me know what i missed) 

"Mercy on me, would you please spare me tonight?"

You force your lips against his, the musky taste saliva fills your mouth as you ignore the churning nausea rising in your throat. It's never like you hope it'll be, never like drinking from the bitter river Lethe, never feeling like all your deeply rooted bad is being washed away. Hell, it feels like it's growing. Though, it didn't feel any worse than it did with Ron. 

His hands claw at your shirt, not like he's trying to tear it from your sticky sweaty flesh, more as if he's trying to brace himself, clinging to something as he ventures through unfamiliar territory. He's sort of overwhelmed at everything, the abruptness, mostly. It was so sudden, one moment he'd been talking the next you'd pulled yourself onto his lap and smashed your lips against his. He wasn't all too sure what he was meant to do. 

Carl pulls back slightly, settling his hands on the curve of his hip, his eyebrows quirked into something of confusion and fear... uncertainty. "What- what're we doing?" He whispers, looking up at you, your hands firmly clasped against the sides of his head, his skin warm and sweaty in your palms. "You trust me, right, pretty boy?" You question, looking at him, garnering a nod to which you lean back forward, reconnecting your lips. He lets out a muffled huff as you continue to abuse his lips. You let your hands trail down, landing on the smooth skin just above his waistband. You feel his breath hitch as he draws back slightly. You blink. "I don't- I've never -" You cut him off, "Carl." You whisper, the cold metal of his belt sits beneath your fingertips.

You fiddle with the smooth silver, looking down at him with an expression that you hope reads as one of someone who knows what they're doing, trying to hide the nothingness between lust. He gazes up at you, the sweat cooling against his pale flesh. He tilts his head slightly. 

You pause, your hands grinding to a halt, your worn fingers still clasping the rough fabric of his jeans just below the button. "You don't want this," He whispers, moving his hands to rest at the very tops of your arms, his thumb faintly ghosting your flesh as he tentatively begins to glide it up and down. "What?" You falter, blinking."I want you..." You will your hands to continue moving, but they simply don't. They can't.

"Not like this." he coos, gently guiding you off him, settling you beside him, the mattress dipping slightly as the weight transfers. "Not like what?" You stammer, looking at him with a mix of confusion and a strange, somewhat sense of comfort. 

"It was pretty clear that's not what you wanted." 

"How..?" you whisper, slightly taken aback by Carl's maturity. It's what Ron always wanted. Why wouldn't it be the same with Carl. You pause, waiting for something, perhaps for Carl to change his mind, although you both know deep down that that isn't happening. 

"Just was." He hums, turning and slumping back against his pillow. He knew something just seemed off, the abruptness of it all, the way you were so focused on him. 

"Did I do something wrong...?" You question, drawing your knees towards your chest. "No, you just seemed off. Is this what you and Ron did?" Carl coos, he'd gathered whatever you had with Ron was...strained. He hadn't had the best examples when it came to love, so it was no surpised when you'd expressed how cold what you and Ron had was.

You knew why Ron was the way he was, and in all reality, he wasn't a bad guy, more of an overwhelmingly stuck guy. He had so much on his mind and no real healthy way to express it. Hell, he had a father who was so emotionally incapable that he felt the need to hit his own wife. Ron never forced you to do anything. He wasn't that type of person. He just needed comfort and sought it out in the only way he could grasp how.

You suppose that's what you were doing now, though Carl figured it out a whole lot sooner than you did.

"C'mere..." Carl whispers, tentatively reaching out to you. You wrinkle your brow, unsure why he hasn't dismissed you yet. Yet you crawl over, his arms wrapping around you as your head lands on his chest, feeling the comforting thrum of his heartbeat.

"Thank you..." The words leave your lips before you mean them too, your eyelids flicking shut. "You don't need to be." He states, weaving his fingers through your hair as you settle.

[mozzeralla-stix]

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

[chandlersfuneral]

time baby

carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: fem!reader, possessive fem!reader, long term friends, fluff, angst, parent loss, care giving fem!reader, hair cutting, mention of trauma, black cat fem! reader, kissing, platonic to romantic relationship between reader and carl.

*set in alexandria but talks of flashbacks to childhood after the apocalypse like the quarry, the prison, and early alexandria*

request sent by @slaughterlils666 <3

will be a mini series; lils gave me so many good ideas

the multi colored sunset is almost blinding to your bright green eyes. it was around 730 in alexandria when you sat yourself down on the vacant chair resting on carl's front porch. you silently sat there waiting, reminiscing on your rough but beautiful past with carl. it was about five minutes of waiting before he noticed your presence on his porch. carl made his way out the front door and planted his tall, slender frame against the porch railing.

he lets you sit in silence for just a few minutes as you disassociate in front of him. the soft touch of carl's hand resting on your shoulder shakes you out of your thoughts. his hand renders much larger in comparison to your shoulders. "what's going on in there?" carl questions, pointing to your dark locks.

"i'm just thinking about you... us. our past together." you say with a soft smile, still focusing your eyes straight ahead. "oh yeah? tell me about it." carl said sweetly, retreating back to his spot on the banister.

you sink in your seat a little bit before responding just above a whisper, "i'm just thinking about when everything started... when we were kids."

"like how you were so protective of me?" carl giggles under his breath, also reflecting on how you and him acted together as kids.

"i just wanted to save you from all the hurt and impurities of the cruel stupid world we live in." carl’s face immediately softens. he had a feeling that you were possessive and a little too caring, but he never heard you say it straight out.

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

carl's bloodcurdling screams could be heard throughout the entirety of the prison. maybe even disrupting the lonesome walkers lurking around the outside. "carl? carl!" you scream out, your adolescent voice cracking throughout your screams. your girly sandals clicking loudly against the concrete floor.

"no! don't come over here!" rick shouts, trying to shield you from the horrific scene you were about to witness. instead of listening to rick’s demands, you push him to the side to help carl. but once you've seen lori's dead body and carl holding a gun, your feet stop.

"lia, no, please. this isn't..." carl falls to his knees, dropping rick’s pistol. he doesn't know what to say to make this seem any better. but you ran to his aid anyway. holding him and stroking his hair as he wailed and wailed into your neck. you held him for what felt like hours, slightly rocking him back and forth to sooth him. trying your best to take him away from his newfound trauma for a second.

˚　　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆.

“you were just a kid, carl.” you sniffled, tears rolling down your rosy cheeks. carl didn’t even respond, he just brought you to his chest. holding you close to him in a warm, soft embrace. his fingers tangled in your hair in an attempt to calm you down. just like you did for carl in the prison.

once you felt his fingers tangled in your hair, you placed your hand on top of his. the feeling of his hand in yours, reminded you of how carl’s hair is getting longer and scraggly. his brown locks were getting hard to tame. “you know carl… your hair.. it’s getting too long.” you spaced out your sentence in fear that carl would turn away. lori was the only one who cut his hair. it was a unspoken thing that carl just didn’t cut his hair after she passed. but you wanted to try. you wanted to be there for him.

carl took off his hat and looked you deep in your green eyes. “i know what you’re asking, okay? just make it quick.” your face lit up at his response, but you tried to conceal it not to overwhelm him. this was a huge honor from carl.

carl took your hand in his and lead you inside the front door of his alexandria home. rick lived there too, but mostly he resided with michonne. the place was all to yourselves for the night. the fact that rick was absent from the home made your tummy flutter.

while you obtained all the supplies needed to give carl a hair cut, he just sat down in a chair in the kitchen. he was awaiting his demise. carl felt severely embarrassed that such a small thing was so hard for him to do. but it was more than lori. it was also the fact that his hair kept eyes away from his deformed face.

you started to lay a towel around him to catch the hair but he put his hands up to push it away. “i don’t want my hair to get all over my shirt.” carl mumbled, taking off his flannel and v-neck t shirt. the act made your eyes widen, and your core tense up. but whatever made carl feel better in this stressful process.

resuming back to prepping him, you placed the towel around his neck and chest as a makeshift salon cape. but you remembered his hair needed to be wet to properly cut it.

“shit.” you sighed, pulling the towel off. “carl, we need to wet your hair.”

“it’s fine, lia. i got it.” he grumbled, taking the towel off his chest. carl marched to the kitchen sink and stuck his hair under the warm water.

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

the sounds of scissors snipping hair filled the air of carl’s home. his head stayed as stiff as a board. you can hear carl’s voice replaying in your head over and over as you meticulously trimmed his honey brown locks. “don’t go too short. just a trim, lia.” his stern tone rattled inside your mind.

“are you almost done?” carl put his hand in his hair to feel around but you quickly swatted it away with your free hand. “oh my god, i’m sorry. i just don’t wanna mess it up okay? i’m almost done.” and before he knew it, carl’s trim was done. it felt like an hour to him but it was only 10 minutes.

“and we’re done, grimes. get a good look.” you handed him a compact mirror for him to look at himself. it was the only thing you had on hand.

“it looks good, lia. thank you.” carl flashed a smile your way before running his slender fingers through his hair a few times. after an inspection on his new cut, he put his hat on to make the look come together. it really did look good, you barely dusted off the ends of his hair. “you look like the same ol, cute carl.” you whispered with a disgustingly large smile on your face. you wanted to make carl feel good about this situation. that it was just dusting off the dead ends. like it needed to happen.

“thank you, sweetheart.” carl gave you a genuine, loving smile. sweetheart made you blush. carl wasn’t a pet name guy. but you savored the pet name like a yummy drink on your tongue. you couldn’t savor it long before you felt the feeling of carl’s plush, soft lips on top of yours.

HI GUYS :3 i’m really excited to keep this series going. there are a lot of ideas to go over but i wanted to get this short and sweet bit out first.

lia can be anyone you want. short, tall, skinny, chubby, blue, green, brown eyes. i don’t care at all. i just don’t like y/n, it makes me cringe. you can imagine your own name or whatever you want. it’s for the readers pleasure. just wanted to make that disclaimer.

enjoy bye 👹

[carlmipololo]

Rules Me Requests

Carl's Masterlist ★

Fluff ♡

Smut ★

Angst ✝

Lip Gallagher's

Masterlist ★

Fluff ♡

Smut ★

Angst †

[hiro--aoki]

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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@kookiekult @smutinlove

[d3adlove1]

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

[kknighthood]

Cowardice Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

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The journey to Alexandria was a long one. When we arrived, everything changed. It felt so unfamiliar to feel safe after all that was happening outside the safe zone. The faint groans of walkers were still behind the tall steel walls, but it was there, same for the constant fear of them falling.

People have integrated into this new society—this new home—which was to be expected. The whole purpose of Alexandria was to rebuild the civilization we once knew. At first, it was exciting. There were jobs for people to do, and plenty of food, shelter, and other kids. There wasn't much to complain about, but you had something that made your blood boil. Enid and Carl.

Before you arrived at the safe zone with your group you grew close with Carl. You shared everything, from your grief to food. He saved you; you saved him. Over time you developed feelings for him, waiting for the right time to tell him about your feelings seemed like the right move. Now it's too late.

Enid and Carl are together now, they always are. It doesn't matter if he was sneaking off to go read comics outside the walls with her, or if she was around his house helping him babysit Judith. They are always together. Carls started to distance himself from you. If you didn't like him so much, you'd probably be able to forget about it – about him. But you can't. When you see them laughing together and holding hands when they think no one can see it makes your heart ache and a lump form in your throat. You felt sick.

Lately, Carls has been too busy for you. Far too busy with his new 'girlfriend'. You were meant to go fishing with him a few weeks ago, something you always did. He brought Enid. When she got sick of sitting there Carl left with her, leaving you alone. That was such a small thing, but it all adds up. Every hangout he flaked out on to meet Enid, and every hangout after he gently denied meeting her more stung like antiseptic and a fresh wound.

Where were you? Waiting for him.

The wound already hurt, maybe the antiseptic was knowing he didn't need you anymore. Then you could move on. Perhaps that was just what you told yourself to make you feel better.

So, you removed yourself. Why wait for a boy who's already with another? That ship sailed, and you couldn't stand the feeling of waiting at that empty dock. That feeling of abandonment, anger, and sickness wasn't something you could handle anymore. It was suffocating, you hated it. You didn't even look at him, you couldn't. Not when you knew Enid was in his eye constantly. You haven't said a word to Carl in nearly three weeks. He's tried, it hurts but you haven't bothered to respond.

If you had the right time to tell him sooner, you'd be in her place beside him.

But you knew deep down the real reason you didn't tell him your feelings wasn't because of timing; it was because you were scared. Now, you must deal with the consequences.

You were sat in the attic listening to some old CDs you found around your new house in Alexandria. Your headphones were in as you just sat flicking through magazines about old celebrities that are long gone and beauty tips telling you how to use products you'll probably never see again. You skimmed over articles on how to choose the right lipstick, it didn't seem relevant. You haven't seen Chapstick in months, let alone lipstick.

In the corner of your eye, you saw the door open, your eyes searched for the person who opened it. "I've been calling you" Carol comes in with her arms crossed, she looked so smart these days in nice colourful cardigans and clean shirts. It was nice to forget about those old clothes she used to wear outside, you hoped you never had to see her in those again. She looked after you, you wanted this to work out for her, she seemed to like it here.

"Oh, sorry. Everything okay?" You turned down your music to hear the older woman.

"I'm heading out to the pantry, make sure you get your laundry folded before I come back" She nods at you.

"On it" You gave her a salute as she looked down at you seated on the floor

"Turn your music down, you'll hurt your ears!" she adds as she walks out, you gave her a salute as she walks out. You smiled to yourself as you picked back up your magazine. You doubt a boombox will do more damage to your ears than the gunfire you heard out there.

"On it..." You muttered as you flicked through the last of your magazine. It felt nice to hold a paper magazine instead of one of a gun. Needless to say, it's not something you'll take for granted again.

You flicked through CDs on the rack beside you. Your eyes narrowed as you tried to look for the one you were fine. You heard the door creek again. "I know, Carol... I'll fold them all real soon. I'll keep it down to." You hummed, you slowly turned around to see who you expected to be Carol.

It was Carl.

It had to be him, didn't it?

"Lesley Gore?" He questioned as he held up a CD that was on the table. He looked at you, his eyes had something you couldn't recognize.

"Yeah, its some 60s CD Spencer gave it to me. I'd like it back" You stood up and held your hand awaiting it to be returned. He sighed and placed it back in your hand for you to put it back in the rack. For a faint moment, she saw his eyes narrow with a hint of annoyance.

Carl doesn't like the fact that you seem to be ignoring him you can see it.

It's your fault. you should have confessed a long time ago. but he shouldn't have forgotten you either.

"How have you been?" He steps closer, he's trying the best he can to encourage a conversation. You let out a huff, he caught that too. "So... you're avoiding me now?"

"No, Carl. I'm leaving you alone. You're a big boy, you're fine."

"Leaving me alone? You're acting as if we're strangers now. What's your problem?" He said, his tone carrying a hint of irritation. He didn't like how you dismissed him so quickly.

"Why would I stay around? Do you want me to follow you as you go around following Enid? That's weird, Carl." Your eyes roll back in your head. It hurt too much.

He was surprised by your bluntness. He knew you weren't exactly happy about his relationship with Enid, but he didn't realize it bothered you this much. He didn't like Enid being brought into this either, it's not her fault. You knew that.

"It's... it's not like that" he says defensively. "And what does it matter anyway? You spend more time with Ron nowadays." Of course, he brought that into it. Ron. You only spent time with him because you needed a replacement for Carl, what were you expected to do? Sit alone? No thanks. Life is too short already.

"Exactly, because Enid ditched him too. You guys are made for one another, really!" You walked past him to leave the attic you walked down your stairs into your bedroom's vanity. If he wanted to go on about Ron, that's fine. you could always go pay him a visit later.

Your sarcastic comment stung, but he tried to keep his composure as he followed her into your room. He's never seen this side of you before. He leaned against the door frame as he watched at your vanity as your fingers worked at your hair undoing it passive-aggressively then brush at the knots out.

He waited until you undid your hair before he stepped further into the room. You really didn't know if he was waiting for an apology or processing what you said.

"You're jealous." He stated bluntly. You were ignoring him, despite how close you were, all because he was dating a girl. He came to that conclusion pretty quickly when you started fading away, but you weren't there for him to talk about it with you.

"Of what, Enid? Don't be ridiculous" You immediately got defensive; he couldn't help but let a smug smile grow on his face as he saw he hit a nerve at your reaction. You stopped braiding your hair to glare at him, you didn't like him reaching that conclusion. He paused for a moment and stepped closer to your chair, you could see him in the mirror.

"Yes of Enid, you're jealous because I haven't been spending as much time with you" He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head, his voice getting more serious.

"...I have Ron. You said it yourself. I don't need you Carl, and you don't need me." you looked at him in your mirror as you continued braiding, his lips formed a line as you went on. "We're not joined at the hip, go lock lips with Enid or something. I'm busy" You turned around to glare at him.

Your harsh words hurt, and the mention of Enid's name made him get more riled with you. He took another step towards you, his eyes fixed on you through the mirror. "You may have Ron. But that doesn't mean anything! We've been friends for years. And now suddenly you're just discarding me because I'm not giving you enough attention." He waited for you to say something, anything. You didn't. you sat there braiding your hair as a distraction, this whole conversation made you swell with frustration. "You know what? Fine. If you don't need me, then I don't need you either." His expression hardened.

"I don't even know why you're here..." you muttered, your braiding slowed down to feel the soft hair under your fingers.

He scoffs at her response, feeling a mixture of frustration and hurt. He leans his back against the wall, his arms still crossed. "I came here because I was worried about you, but god... I don't know why I ever bother..." He couldn't believe how you were treating him. your indifferent facade was infuriating.

You had to look away, a weight settled in your stomach. Something you didn't feel before Alexandria filled you, emptiness. A cold emptiness, that drained the room of all warmth. It was something you never thought was possible around Carl.

"You're not even going to say anything?" He finally caved. He needed to hear you speak, to at least acknowledge his presence, but you just sat there, looking vacant. He finally had enough and huffs before he pushes away from the wall. "You know what? Fine, you win. I'll leave you alone"

He left your room and closed the door; he couldn't have imagined this heartbreak from such a close longtime friend. As soon as the door closed you felt everything crash down on you, you tried to be strong about losing him before. You were fine with slipping away, just fading out, however this ending was different. It felt so wrong; you didn't want to leave things like this. You didn't want him to leave at all, you wanted him to stay. You wanted everything to be different. You had so many wants, yet you're doing nothing. You stood up, you're fighting the weight of your heavy heart as you hurried downstairs.

You saw Carl through your misty eyes as he reached for the door handle, you grabbed his waist. Though it hurt having him stay, you did need him. You felt him freeze, it took him by surprise. You were so cold and distant earlier; he really couldn't understand this rollercoaster you were putting him through.

"Y/n..." he called your name softly. You couldn't help but tense, you feared he'd push you away like he did many times before for Enid. But Enid wasn't here. It was just you two. He turned to you slowly, his eyes were filled with longing. They lost that frustration they filled with a few minutes' prior. He was confused and hurt, of course he'd be. You were going on about how you didn't need him to now holding him like you didn't want him to go.

"You're an idiot..." Your voice broke, you tried to hold it together. Your head was buried in his back, you didn't want him to see you this way.

"Why are you doing this?" He whispered, his voice filled with both hurt and confusion. Though you two grew distant he still held onto what you both had. You couldn't let go of what never was. You missed him. "Just admit it.." he said under his breath.

You struggled you form your words. You didn't want to admit it to Carl, you hated admitting it at all. "I'm...I am- I'm Jealous." Your grip on his waist tightened as you tensed up.

"I wouldn't replace you with her." He whispered. You shook your head.

"That's not why I'm like this...I..." You couldn't finish what you wanted to say, it wasn't just cowardice. To say it now didn't feel right. Hesitantly, you let go. As badly as you wanted him, you couldn't just say that when he's getting so close to Enid. Its not fair on either of them. As much as your heart ached, it would still beat without him.

"Tell me, Y/n. You're not being fair here..." He took a step closer, his voice filled with both desperation and a hint of anger. "You can't treat me like this and expect me to understand. Not when you're the one who started avoiding me first-" he was getting desperate.

"I had to! I can't sit and watch you two get close as I sit there. It hurts, Carl. It was always me and you. Everyone in the group had their own cliques, but now it's you and Enid. Where am I? I should be there... I should have been honest" you can see the look on his face, hes sick of all this beating round the bush.

"Then tell me!" He interjects.

"I like you"

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I may rewrite this later, not a huge fan

2350 words.

[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

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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.

[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.

[grim333z]

i saw the bag of bones fan fiction u wrote and it was so good holy shit I was wondering if u could make a Carl x reader but it's like the song “Scott Pilgrim vs the world ruined a whole generation of women” it's so good imo and it's lowkey a bit relateable if ur comfy with it😓😓

[I looked at the lyrics and read into them a little but I think I might have changed the meaning a little however hopefully this is what you had in mind :) ]

DYEING-

Carl x gn!reader tw:  mentions of depression and suicidal thoughts, angst (pls lmk if i missed anything!)

"Bright dyed hair but dead inside."

"When did you do that?" You hear his voice before anything else. He'd grown to realise the volume of his footsteps didn't typically help when following you out into the middle of the woods.

You'd never been too sure of him. He was far too interested in you, given there was about five other teenagers to talk to... yet he made the time for you.

"do what? you turn too look at him, tilting your head at him as he leans against one of the thick dark oak trees that were scattered throughout the heavy forest which lined the outside of the Alexandria safe-zone. "You're all blue now." He smiles slightly.

Carl never really knew where you got all the dye from, part of him guessed your trips over the wall usually wound you up in that heavily run down hair salon, beside the apothecary. He glances down at your faintly blue tinged fingers, hovering over the deep brown leather coated handle of your hunting knife. 

"Why do you give so much of a fuck about what I'm up-to, Carl?" You state, like you're angry, in reality you're a whole lot of not a lot.  Though it was mildly annoying having some guy you weren't even close to weirdly infatuated with your every little move. "There's not exactly a whole lot to do around here." Carl states, his fingers tapping against the handle of his gun sitting in its holster, a nervous tic you'd notice him doing in your involuntary time spent around him. 

"Don't you have Enid?" You question, your expression writhing with sarcasm, you'd seen him prancing around the community with his silly little girlfriend. "Enid's alright, I guess." He hums, eye's firmly fixed on you. "And I'm sure Ron or Mikey won't mind you hanging out with them." He sighs in response to your words, "I'm sure they won't." He scoffs, he'd already gotten the feeling that Ron was iffy about him, and sure he liked Enid, but she was intense and hard to read at the best of times. 

"Go play video games or read whatever shit you usually read. leave me be, Carl."

 "I'm not gonna do that." Carl states, flicking the stray bits of hair off of his face, his deep blue eyes holding an unusual sense of knowing, like he's read you like a damn book, and too your knowledge he probably had, he manged to figure Enid out; albeit only surface level. He has a strange way of just figuring people out. Despite his age he's a incredible judge of character. 

"I don't need you worrying about me, or being all up in my shit. " You huff, turning to walk off, before you falter as he calls out, "I do worry about you, though." He coos, his voice unusually comforting and holding a weird sense of realness. Any adult who'd ever tried to comfort you never sounded so real in their words, always seeming fake. Like if they tell you everything is gonna be just fine, every urge you ever had will simply disappear and you'd forget whatever hell this new changed world had put you through.

"Why...? You hardly know me." You pause, typically you'd avoid these types of conversations via any means necessary but today, now, you can't fathom the idea of dismissing him. 

"You remind me of myself, if I'm being honest." He hums, his voice growing quieter as he finds himself feeling the need to become vulnerable with you. "You're acting how I did just after i lost my mom." He states, his nervous tapping growing faster and more anxious. 

You wrinkle your brow at him, "What? Acting like what." You state, before cringing internally at how cold you'd been, especially after he'd admitted something so personal to you. "Sorry, I'm just-" "I know." he nods, "It isn't safe out here, will you come back with me? please?" 

Your gaze drifts to the ground; despite Carl's urging for you to head back inside, where he knows you're less likely to wind-up dead or dying, you can't will yourself to leave the quiet solace of the woods. Sure they were dark and lonely and you came back littered with scrapes and bruises nearly every time but hell they were a space to just be. Be with your aching, it was stupid but embracing the numbness, becoming one with it, made it easier to deal with. Carl's asking for you to retreat inside the walls was also asking you to get your shit together and stop letting it take over. 

"Staying bitter doesn't fix anything." He scoffs, acknowledging your self-destructive behaviour, feeling like he's almost looking in a mirror back at himself, he'd done the exact same at some of the lowest points in his life. 

"Staying bitter has kept me alive." You spit.

"Staying bitter is gonna get you killed, and it'll be no ones fault but your own." He looks at you, his gaze utterly oozing with a strange resentment, he had to drag himself out of the whole he dug himself into. Watching you be offered a hand and deny it, irks him. "You and I both know what you're doing is stupid and will get you nowhere." He spits, "I can't leave someone with the knowledge they're in this state."

"If you've dealt with it then you know how its like, Carl, go back." You spit and you swear he almost snarls at you, it's nothing, a mere twitch of the upper lip. 

"I killed a man- a boy, because I was stupid and dumb and angry, and I let myself wallow in it." Your face drops, you try and will yourself to draw your knife or run but you can't, you're utterly unsure on how to process his words, you'd never killed, but the thought that you could, the thought that you weren't far off the mindset where pulling the trigger was as simple as taking a breath. Shit did it scare you.  

"I had to pull myself out of it because I didn't want another dead kid on my mind, and shit I think about him daily, and I think about how damn easy it was." 

You meet his eyes, "You don't want that on your mind." He states, as you walk towards him. 

"I'll come back." You whisper tentatively. 

[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