#ftm!Carl grimes

[grim333z]

Bandages~

Ftm!Carl x Ftm! reader 

[ this was intended to be ftm reader but honestly it works for anyone really.]

{Tw: mentions of unsafe binding, scars, gender dysphoria}

"Don't believe what they say

We're dead flies in the summertime

They leave us all behind

With duct-tape scars on my honey"

"hey,?" Rings out from the entryway, the quiet gentle tick of the latch hooking as the door closes, its the Grimes boy, you'd seen him around every so often, preferring to bury yourself in your studies rather than engage with any of the other teenagers in the area. "Hm?" You hum as a gentle response, watching his figure soon appear across the counter to you. 

"Can I help..?" You query, looking at him looking uncomfortably out of place, he'd been in the infirmary for a gunshot wound not long back, way back when Denise hadn't got a clue to even start training someone, letting you linger but not touch. Being fascinated by everything she did, but being shut down after asking any questions, distracting her from her work unintentionally.

"Is Denise here?" He glances around with his one none bandaged eye, before his gaze falls back on you again,  you shake your head in response, shutting the book in front of you. 

"She isn't here, is there anything I can help with...?"  Your eyes focused on him, as he looks down at the floor in front of his feet, you can practically smell the embarrassment radiating off him, like he's only in their for a really stupid reason. "I just, needed some bandages...please" He hums quietly, glancing at the storage cupboard, "Why?" You huff in response, garnering a look of confusion from the boy; who'd now clearly never been challenged for needing medical supplies,

"For my eye...?"He hums, to which you nod in response, letting him wander over to the cupboard grabbing a bandage which was far to long and far to wide to wrap a couple times around his head, while the bandages that he usually needed sat unacknowledged beside the one he'd picked up. "Wrong one, you need the one to the right," He turns to look at you, the roll sitting limp in his palm, "What, oh.. right" He responds picking up the right one.

"Unless you need the other one, but if you did it wouldn't be for your eye... too long to wide to sit comfortably on your face." You ramble, looking at him. Watching him debate about which one's he actually needs. "You can tell me you know..?" You breathe, trying to coax whatever it is out of him. 

"I just, I just need these okay.." He says shovelling the roll into his pocket before making a B-line to the door. "What for." You say, not letting up, "I have to tell Denise, and she'll get an answer out of you anyway." 

"Just drop it." You say, watching him glare at you, before the pale white roll falls from his hands, slipping out his grip accidentally. He bends down to pick the thing up, wincing on his way down ."I didn't mean actuall- are you alright...?" You ask... as he attempts to straighten out in front of you. "m'fine, just some side pain, its nothing." He brushes you off. 

"Side pain?" You ask, feeling the curiosity rise within you, the un-satiable need for explanations, and there really was no Denise to take this patient from you, she was out. 

"Rib pain..?" He breaths, like he almost doesen't want you to hear. 

"You're not..?" You question, glancing at the bandages in his hands before back up to his face as he nods. "Ah...Right, you're... ok I get it, just... you're in pain?" Letting your feet fall against the floor as you walk around the kitchen island to stand in front of him, watching him nod. 

"You could be bruising your ribs. Especially if you're going out on runs with it on, How long...?" You hum, as he pauses for a moment to think before responding, "A couple years." Your eyes widen.. "Years..?" blinking at him for a moment before continuing "Without a break?" 

He nods, a faint look of guilt crossing his face, "Its, just not safe. I'm gonna say take a break, hell stop using them, we have some sports tape you could try, its kinda fiddly but its less pressure on the ribs if you wanna give it a go..." His eyes look up at you, intrigued by your suggestion, 

"Sports tape?" He questions, making eye contact for the first time, slightly confused on why you haven't bombarded him with questions, just taken the information and offered help. 

"Kt tape, people use it to like support muscles after sustaining injury's in sport, Denise always puts it on the lists for run's since someone's always pulling something when on runs or working on something." he nods in response to your words, mulling them over in his mind.

"Doesn't it just work like bandages though...?" You feel his gaze on you as you head to the cupboard to grab a decent size roll of pale flesh tone KT tape, "Nope, it doesn't compress...? it kind of just moves it, to look flatter... so there's no pressure on the ribs. Its a little fiddly, but once you've got it, it'll stay there for a bit then you change it." He look perplexed at the small roll in your hands, nervously chewing his bottom lip. 

"Uh, right, thanks" He quietly accepts the roll, heading for the door. "I'll give it a go..."

"You sure you don't wanna try it in the bathroom, you know in case you need any help" You hum as you resume your seat in front at the counter, Carl stammers unsure on how to respond, seeming eager to escape this incredibly awkward situation, however deep down knowing he's more than likely got no fucking clue where to start. "I don't-" He stumbles over his words, unsure on which option is gonna work out most in his favour.

"I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with. I'm a doctor not a creep." Your fingers idly trace the raised letters on the cover of the incredibly worn medical textbook in front of you, noting the distinct look of hesitation plastered across his face. "hm?" He poses the sound like its a question but you aren't entirely sure what he's trying to ask. "I'm- I mean I don't really know what- how to... you know" he sucks in a deep breath, feigning composure.

You click your tongue, before signalling him towards you. Standing up to find a pair of scissors, watching his awkward form linger where you once stood, upon your return, he passes the roll over, watching you cut off a decent strip and round the edges, doing that three more times before passing them too him, "You just kind of" You hum making the motion he'd need to follow, a confused but almost understanding look on his face. "It'll be weird at first, Just give it a go...?" 

"uh yeah, I- uh still haven't got a clue." He stammers holding the strips you'd cut off like they're inches away from exploding, "I can do it for you, you just don't seem the most comfortable right now, let alone-" He nods, before you can finish talking.

"It's fine, just get it over with" He rambles.

Sliding his Shirt down, running the pale palms of his hands down the front of his shirt. You watch as his eyebrows wrinkle before softening before looking up at you with a gentle momentary smile on his face, hardly even their. "Thanks.." He breaths, looking in the mirror as you collect the backs off the tape and throw them into the small trash bin beside the toilet, nodding "It's fine, dude I get it." He looks at you in confusion before clocking your words, smiling at you before walking out. Leaving you to clean up, which you didn't really mind, there wasn't really much else to do. 

Over time he develops the habit of coming to you to change it, trusting you more than himself to apply it right. 

He stands in front of you, gently tracing the buds of his finger tips around the edges of the fresh tape, looking at himself in the mirror, "They're not to tight are they?" You query, noting him fussing over them longer than usual, he shakes his head, blue eye tracing his own bare pale torso in the mirror, "Are you okay...?" You whisper, receiving a hum in response. Passing over the grey button-up he'd come to the infirmary in, slipping it on loosely, he hesitates glancing at you. "I- thanks for doing this for me... I really appreciate it" He hums, unsure where to look though his gaze always seems to land on your lips, only for a brief moment though you're so sure of it, "It's fine honestly, isn't much else to do around he-" You ramble being cut off by his lips against yours, feeling his arms either side of you as he braces himself, it's messy and clumsy like he's really acted on impulse here, though it doesn't lack emotion, you can tell whatever has brought this on has been building for some time... Though when he pulls away he looks thoroughly ridden with guilt, fingers fumbling to  button up his shirt as he fiddles with his free hand to get the door open. Leaving you left confused, leaning against the cool granite counter in the bathroom,  blinking at the empty space where he was just stood. 

The rest of the day you spend spaced out staring at the words in the notes Denise gave you to study; which in all reality were just a distraction to keep you out of her way. Eyes going over the words over and over without them ever actually being absorbed. This spaced out state doesn't seem to dissipate on the walk home either, until you spot him, knees drawn to his chest atop the gazebo he usually sat with Enid on, however this time he was alone. 

"Carl?" You pause your movements yelling up to him, just faintly you see his eye widen as it clicks in his brain who you are. "Uhm...uh shit- I uh.." He stammers, meanwhile you're climbing up to sit with him, hearing the apologies start the moment you take seat beside him "I uh I'm sorry I just don't know what I was thinking... I just, I'm so-" He stumbles being cut off as you pull his face towards you, looking into his eye, the warmth of his face radiating into the palms of your hands "Carl, Dude" He blinks at you, chewing the dry skin in the corner of his mouth; radiating some uncomfortable almost fear. "You never gave me a chance to respond, you just took off...I didn't mind it..." You whisper, watching his gaze fade into something more relaxed. "Really?" His words are filled to the brim with uncertainty, the gentle almost child like uncertainty faintly lingering in each of his words. "Really." You whisper, brushing some of his loose hair behind his ear. The faint pink edges of his lips raise slightly, illuminated by the subtle blue glow from the moon. 

[hellfireswhore]

Broken Ribs (pt.2)

Carl Grimes X FTM! Reader

Summary: Over time, Carl Grimes grew on you. You finally realized you had feelings for him and planned to admit them to him, but things didn’t go as planned.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, language, violence, dysphoria, self-harm, suicidal thoughts

Pronouns: He/Him

(Part one here)

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Ever since you joined Ricks's group, you’ve been through a lot of traumatic events.

The governor, the prison falling apart, getting separated from the group, some of the group members that you called family passing, and Terminus.

It all changed when you found Alexandria.

A secure and safe camp where your group could stay and hopefully even settle.

It was difficult to settle for you due to all the incidents that have happened in Alexandria. Especially being attacked by people with W’a on their forehead, the walls collapsing causing walkers to break in, and lastly, Carl’s eye getting shot out.

You were there for all of it.

Carl was your best friend. He was there for you when you were both complete strangers to each other. You had to be there for him like he was when your ribs broke back at the prison.

Every incident brought you closer together. Although, it made you gain feelings for the brunette boy. You realized this when he was in danger. You couldn’t live with the regret of not being completely honest with him if he was gone.

The problem was he and this girl named Enid also grew close to each other.

This made you realize you needed to do it now or never.

You refuse to lose him.

“Michonne, I’m terrified.” You spoke to the women pacing around your room in the house you shared with Rick, Michonne, Judith, and Carl. “What if he says no? And I just ruined our friendship?” You continued. Michonne was absorbing this with her arms crossed, smiling, eyes following your anxious movements. “Y/N, after all, you’ve been through, this is your biggest concern?” She spoke.

“This is different! I’ve never felt like this!” You replied, starting to bite your nails, continuing to pace. “Awe yes, a teenager in love with their best friend. A mixture of feelings. But hey-“ Michonne stopped you in your tracks, making you and her make direct eye contact.

“If you don’t do this, it will eat you up. You have the choice to share how you truly feel, not a lot of people have that choice. No matter what happens, Carl will still be a part of your life because you are a part of his and ours.”

Michonne’s words gave you the exact motivation you needed.

You nodded in agreement and she pulled you into a comforting hug to reassure you, no matter what happens, it’s gonna be okay.

“Now, Go! Before the walkers get 'em!” Michonne piled you back causing you to gasp. “Don’t joke like that, dude!” You lightly pushed her shoulder causing her to chuckle. “But seriously, I saw him head over the walls, you should hurry before it gets dark.”

“Are you kidding?!” You burst out. You grabbed your bag and quickly head out of the house towards the walls.

You started to climb over the Alexandrian walls with caution to avoid getting caught by the guards. Once out, you started to walk into the woods.

You have no clue where he’d be, so, you used your knowledge of tracking that Daryl taught you back at the prison. Daryl was like an uncle to you with all honesty and you appreciated how he tried to understand your gender identity. Same thing with Rick, although, he’s like a father figure. You loved your found family.

Pulling out of your thoughts you heard a conversation from afar. With instinct, you approach quietly and hid behind a tree. You focused your eyes on the conversation and saw two people.

It was Carl!

And…Enid?

“I thought he was alone?” You thought to yourself. You were hoping to find him alone so you could admit your feelings. But, time had other plans.

“We’ve been walking for forever, can we please stop?” Carl announced. Enid stopped in her tracks. “Sorry, I have a lot on my mind.” She replied. “What’s up?” Carl replied. Enid turned to face Carl, “I’ve been thinking about you..a lot lately.”

What the hell is that supposed to mean??

You continued to hide behind the tree, still eavesdropping on Carl and Enid. Your heart started to pick up a little.

“How so?” Carl replied. Enid moved closer towards Carl, “I don’t know if I can bring myself to speak it.” She paused, “But I can show you.”

Your eyes widen at the sight.

Enid is kissing Carl

Your Carl Grimes.

Your heart is aching, feeling as if it’s bleeding. The more you stand there, staring at them. Your eyes water, threatening to spill.

You slowly back away from your hiding place. You had to get out of here. You couldn’t stand to see this any longer. Although, you overlooked a tree root picking out the ground, causing you to fall backward.

Carl turns around, breaking the kiss. Hand on his holster ready to defend himself, but, he only saw you.

“Y/N?” Carl spoke. But before he could say anything else, You got up and ran off. “Y/N, wait!” He yelled, wanting to go after you. Then, he felt a hand on his wrist, resisting him to chase after you. “Let him go. He’s fine. He only fell.”

Carl turned around, but his face was serious. “Are you kidding me? He’s alone. I’m not leaving him out here.” “But you’ll leave me out here?!” Enid added.

Carl huffed in frustration, “Y/N is my-“ Carl paused, catching his words “-I need to know he’s okay…just go home.” He finished, walking away from Enid to find you.

You ran.

You ran as far as your body could take you.

It was now dark and you could barely see anything or anyone in sight.

Your legs became limp, letting your body fall into the grass.

You had no idea how long you’d been running. You'd do it again if it kept your mind after what you just witnessed.

You were too late.

When that thought came to mind, you broke down. Tears spilled from your eyes. Your lips shaking and your breathing is uneven. A pain grew in your chest. Making you realize you are back to where you started.

Overbinding.

But, this time, you didn’t care.

Dysphoria already made you want to cause harm to yourself, but the mixture of heartbreak, made you want to die.

Hyperventilating took over you and you didn’t even notice the walker in front of you. But, you didn’t care. If you couldn’t be who you wanted to be with someone you loved, you didn’t want to be here anymore.

Suddenly, the walker was stabbed in the head, falling to the ground revealing a boy with a sheriff's hat, Carl Grimes.

“Y/N! Y/N, are you okay?” The boy questioned, fear written on his face. You didn’t answer, only your hard, fast breaths came out. Carl was checking for injuries on you. He lifted up your shirt to examine more and only saw the bandages on your chest. He remembers Hershel informing him of this binding technique. Concern falls onto his face.

“I thought you stopped binding like this? We need to get this off of you. You’re breathing is uneven.” You started to cry again, making Carl treat you carefully. “I know, I know, I'm sorry. But I need you in one piece okay?”

Oddly enough, you weren’t crying because of the bandages coming off, but Carl decreased your dysphoria. Maybe it was because you felt like yourself and didn’t have to prove that you were a boy, because, through his eyes, he sees you as a man.

But your tears spilled because you couldn’t have him like this daily.

He finished removing the bandages and covered you back. You continued to cry still lying in the grass. “Please don’t cry, Y/N. I hate seeing you cry.” Carl spoke softly, reaching to pick you up from the ground into a hug. You hugged him back, crying Into his shoulder. He ran his hands over your back hoping it would calm you down.

Why was Y/N still crying? Was it the dysphoria? The close-to-death experience? Hun seeing Enid kiss Carl-

Wait…

Carl ran a Problem in his head. It couldn’t have been the dysphoria. You’ve mentioned to him once or twice you’re comfortable not binding around him. And the walker? It was only one. You could’ve taken that walker out like that, even in this state. The kiss? Why else would you have run away and ignored his calls toward you.

It all started to click.

After a few minutes, your cries turned into soft sniffles. Once he realized you were calm, he pulled back to see your face but kept his hands on you.

“Y/N, be honest, why were you there with Enid and me? Carl questioned. Your heart picked up, fear picking itself back up. Where did your confidence go?

“It’s okay, I'm not mad. You can tell me.” Carl reassured. Those words gave a tiny amount of strength. You already knew who we wanted, so why not just admit it.

“I know this isn’t what you want to hear, but…I wanted to tell you that I’ve grown to care for you. Deeply. Like..” you paused, preparing to spit out the words you’ve wanted to say for so long.

“I love you, Carl Grimes.”

You lowered your face, hiding your watery eyes from him. “I-I know you like Enid, but I wanted to tell you because you deserve to know.” You stuttered. Lips beginning to shake again.

“I don’t want, Enid.” Carl broke the silence. You froze in place, trying to process what he just said. Suddenly, you felt hands on your cheeks, lifting your face to see Carl. Your eyes were focused on his, noses almost touching, you could practically feel his breath.

“I want you, Y/N. It’s always been you.” Those words were enough to make you close the distance. Carl instantly kissed you back, making you put your hands on his hands which were still on your cheek. You pulled away for air but kept your forehead against Carl. He grazed his thumbs over your cheeks, removing your cheek-stained tears, and smiled.

“I’m so in love with you, Y/N L/N.”

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A/N: I decided to continue to "Broken Ribs" one-shot into a part two bc I kinda left a cliffhanger in the original and couldn't do yall like that! This is the final part so there will be no more updates on this scenario. But, I will continue to write an FTM reader for Carl! just other scenarios. I hope yall enjoyed this!!! Also, I do accept requests so id love to hear what yall would like to see! (atm only for TWD)

[tobyyobyy]

happy trans visibility day to my fave trans people no one else is doing it like y’all (especially you carl you crazy little shit)

[fleshmunchers]

Trans Carl Grimes is real. Rick Grimes is a supportive father idc what you say.

[krystynameows]

“what if this male character was a girl” he’s already a girl. to me.

[sephirothyuri]

carl grimes is ftm realness idc my source is me a ftm person

[tw33k-tucker]

Doodle requests are open‼️

The series characters I can draw the best(In order) are:

South Park, Eddsworld, Creepypasta, n' SMG4

Just a some things about me(changes/updates so much)

Fictionkin of:

Tweek Tweak

Craig Tucker

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick

Stan Marsh (South Park)

Mickey (Bobs Burgers)

Carl Grimes

Daryl Dixon (TWD) (I'm 99% sure I am a Fictionkin of him👍)

Gregory House (House M.D.)

Lucifer

Vox

Husk

Angel Dust (Hazbin hotel)

Sniper

Medic {Pls, istg I'm not insane anymore, I swear����} (TF2)

Tord (Eddsworld)

Shadow ( Sonic, but not sure which specific Sonic yet)

Questioning 2

+ I have also found out I am a fictionflicker, so if there's some kins I have that aren't on the list above that's why👍 I do have a few recurring fictionflickers though, Such as:

Hunter (TOH)

Michael Afton (FNAF)

Crying Child/BV/Evan Afton (FNAF 4)

Tom (Eddsworld)

Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

SMG3 + Mr Puzzles (SMG4)

Ticci Toby

BEN Drowned + Jeff The Killer (Creepypasta)

Scout/Jeremy(TF2)

Louise (Bobs Burgers)

Therian but not completely comfortable to reveal some of my Theriotypes, but the ones I'm fine with revealing are a Border Collie, Island Fox, Clouded leopard, Red Panda, Some kind of Shark, Bi Color german shepherd, and an Opossum.

Current Shifts/Kinfeels:

Tweek Tweak

Craig Tucker

Scout/Jeremy

Ticci Toby

He/Him (Trans FTM/Masc)

Minor !! (I'm changing it to minor cause I only want the people close to me/my mutuals to know my age, sorry if its weird or smthn!!!)

Christan (but excepts any religion)

Favorite Animal is Guinea pigs

2nd favorite drink is coffee (My #1 favorite drink is water cause I need it to survive)

Top 5 Favorite songs:

1st: Runs in the family - Amanda Palmer

2nd: Life - Mother Mother

3rd: Animals - STOMACH BOOK

4th: Bad Habit - Steve Lacy

5th: Cupid's Chokehold / Breakfast In America - Gym Class Heros

(it was top 10 before, but I'm to lazy for that crap)

A few last random shit facts 'bout me + some random things

I am very scared of alarms(Like, fire alarms)

I have Trypophobia aka fear of holes(it's very bad)

I have a love hate relationship with insects

I'm AroAce but I still want a romantic relationship and Bi

Wolverine is my all-time favorite hero(I don't care that he's technically an anti-hero/also an X-Men, he's the best)

Black and Red are my favorite colors

HTTYD is my favorite movie series

I love Scooby Doo(Especially Mystery Incorporated)

I am a mix of Introverted and Extroverted

I swear I wanna cry when stuff I've been waiting for is altered(Don't ask, I have no idea why)

I have anxiety

I freak out VERY easily

Salamanders are so cool istg

I have sensitive ears so I hate loud noises(I think I'm just a wimp)

I was in a car crash when I was 8(Luckily me and my dad were fine)

I like Diary of a wimpy kid

I have an older brother that I fight with(Imagine Rodrick and Greg's rivalry)

Some noises also make me want to bawl my eyes out(Also don't ask why, I seriously don't know)

I will 'kill' you if you look in my sketchbook(I swear you do not wanna see it, like really, you do NOT)

I have social anxiety👍

I'm seriously fucked up in the brain

I have asthma

I have OCD and BPD

And also i've decided to make tags because it is so annoying trying to find certain posts. So: the art tag is #Tw33k Draws the ask tag is #Tw33ks asks and I also use #Tw33k Rambles when I'm just talking and then as well theres just the #Shitpost tag on the posts I post that have words or images that isn't art, I also #Tw33k Rants, I think that name is pretty self explanatory, I also don't add tags to like any of the stuff I reblog unless I'm talking in the tags

I'm horrible at spelling

And yeah, that's all I'm willing to tell

Also please don't hate me, I can't control who I am

Thanks for reading

Random Icons :D

Okay! One last thing, sense I have started the Zombie Park series, you can ask them questions about litterly ANYTHING some stuff they might not be allowed to answer at the moment like some stuff that'll happen in the future, but if you have any questions about the AU feel free to ask

[poltergeistpercy]

I love how gender ????? Carl Grimes is, because half of his fans thinks she is mtf and the other half thinks he is ftm. And honsetly, that's goals.

[chronicallyflaming]

Silly walking dead headcanons (SPOILER WARNING FOR THOSE WHO HAVE NOT READ THE COMICS OR SEEN THE SHOW.)

Rick grimes edition

#1: trans ftm

#2: has scars from the gunshot wound on his torso and shoulder blade/shoulder.

#3: he birthed carl before he fully transitioned (don't ask how he got pregnant, but Lori is still Carl's bio mom and rick is his bio dad.)

#4: has panic attacks every so often and michonne comforts him (I'm not sure if I spelled her name right or not, btw this headcanon is post Lori's death.)

#5: has intense dada/mama bear energy when it happens, rick is a protective dad.

#6: he was grateful for shane trying to save him when the Apocalypse started, and for being a good friend for a tiny bit.

#7: before carl died. Rick would hug carl often because carl looks alot like Lori.

#8: he has scars all over his body, and he has a C-section scar from when carl was born. But it's very faint.

That's all, I hope you enjoyed.

[grim333z]

IF I WROTE CARL X M!READER WOULD ANYONE READ IT 😔🙏

(us cheeky lads on this site get nothing honestly where Is all the m!reader stuff)

[hellfireswhore]

Broken Ribs

Carl Grimes x FTM! Reader

Warning(s): dysphoria, slight transphobia, language, angst to comfort, fluff

Summary: you were found alone and hurt, but not from walkers, but from overbinding.

Notes: S4 Carl at the prison

Part two here

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

You were out scavenging for supplies you desperately needed. You’ve been low on food, water, and ammo for days. You’ve been killing walkers with your knife but it wasn’t enough for you to survive.

On the run, a cramp formed in your chest making you groan but not enough to make you faint. You ignored it and continued with your hunt for your essentials. You needed to get this done before sundown and get back to your tent. All you wanted to do was rest with a hopefully a full stomach.

You found a pharmacy a few miles away from your camp and it hasn’t looked touched yet. There was a few walkers you had to clear out before you grabbed your essentials. After a few stabs to the head you found yourself breathing hard. C’mon not right now.

Your chest grew a sharp pain and you clutched it but moved around the store looking for what you needed. Luckily, you found everything you needed and put it all in your backpack. But once you threw your bag on, your chest snapped.

“Fuck!” You yelled then covered your mouth preventing walkers from hearing you. You fell to the ground resting your back against an isle. Tears rolled down you eyes from the pain and what made it worse, the sun was going down.

“No no no no…” whispering to yourself. “I need to get back this isn’t good..” you grew weak. Tired. You started to close your eyes and passed out.

“They’re walking up.” Faint words coming from a man. You opened your eyes adjusting to the scenery. “Go get Hershel.” Another man said. Where am I? What’s going on?

You tried to get up but you couldn’t. You felt metal on your hands and looked to see you’re handcuffed to a bad. You started to panic.

“Please don’t hurt me…I didn’t do anything.” Breathing fast while sweating. “We aren’t going to hurt you, unless you try to hurt us.” The same man quoted from before. You shook your head, “no no I don’t wanna hurt anyone.” Your eyes finally came to vision and the man looks in his mid 30s, hair slicked back, a beard, and a sheriff badge on his shirt. “Okay,” he spoke. “Now do you mind telling me your name?” “It’s Y/N.” “Okay, Y/N, I’ll fill you in on everything once our medic tends to your injury.” You nodded in agreement and saw an old man walking in.

“I’m glad to see you awake and not dead. Sorry about the handcuffs, it’s just precaution.” You understood that. You would do the same thing. He started to check your forehead for a fever and your pulse. “Okay, you should be clear. Rick, can you remove the restraints?” Well, there’s one name of the strangers. Rick removed your hands from the handcuffs and you moved them to your side. “Now, Y/N, I am Hershel. I’ll be tending to your injury, is that okay?” Anxiety hit. What if they mess up? What if they see it and blame me?

Hershel read you facial features, knowing what’s going through your head. “I know we don’t know each-other and I can’t blame you for not trusting us. But, we can’t let you go out like this. Please, let us help you and you can leave, if that’s what you want.” You were in a lot of pain and knew you wouldn’t last of you didn’t agree here and now. “Yeah okay. Go for it.”

Hershel and Rick got you started by removing your jacket and shirt to get a better look at your injury. You prepared for them to see what you hid under your clothes. “A bandage?” Rick questioned. “Do you have another injury we don’t know about?” Hershel cut him off. “No, the injury is where the bandages are.” Silence filled the room. Fuck, you had to tell them. The pain was too much. “I’m trans..” you state, breaking the silence. Hershel let’s out an oh of understanding while Rick is processing.

“Y/N, I’m not against your identity, but your binding method is not safe.” You look confused. “What do you mean?” “Well, for starters you use bandages. Those mess with your breathing and movement. They’ll get tighter and tighter as you breathe. Lastly, I believe you went past a limit of your chest binding, which explains why you broke a rib..” your eyes go wide. Broke a rib? You knew binding with bandaged wasn’t the best option but you told yourself it would get to the point where it would actually harm you. “I’m sorry I never intended to have this happen.” “You don’t gotta explain yourself.” Rick jumped in. “Let’s just get you better.” You looked at Rick and nodded. “Let’s get to surgery, Hershel.” Rick finished and you were then put under.

You wake up to a cold compress to your forehead. Still very tired you tried to see who was with you. “Oh, you’re awake.” A boy said. Your eyesight cleared and you saw a boy with medium lengthened brennet hair with a cowboy hat. “How are you feeling?” He asked. “Mmm sore” you touched your chest under the blanket, feeling the patch up on your rib cage, but no bandage on your chest. “My bandages aren’t there.” You looked away from the boy. “We had to take it off for the surgery. Do you not remember?” Still avoiding eye contact you responded, “yeah, but I need it.” “Well, you’re going to need a while without it, I’m sorry. You need to heal.” You clutched the blanket over your chest. You feel disgusting. The boy started to comfort you.

“You don’t need to hide. Talk to me. Maybe I can help. I’m Carl, Carl Grimes. Y/N, right?” You started to turn around, still holding your blanket. “Yeah, that’s me.” “I found you, at the pharmacy. We were looking for baby formula but instead found you against the isle. I told my dad and he carried you here, to the prison.” You started to feel relaxed. Maybe these people can actually be trusted. “Thank you, I appreciate it. You’re kind.” He smiled in response then his smile changed to serious. “If I may ask, why were you alone?” You took a deep breathe and started to explain.

“Well, before the apocalypse, my parents weren’t the best people. They were very strict with hardcore beliefs. But we were happy, until the apocalypse. We lived in our tornado shelter for a couple months and my dad would leave to get us supplies we needed about once a week or so. We eventually left once we knew it was safe to look for a better place, maybe even a camp. One day on a run with my family, I found a book about sexuality’s and gender identity. I didn’t know what it was but I had a feeling I needed to know. So, I quickly hid it in my bag.” You stopped

“Go on im listening.” Carl reassured.

“While I was reading..” you continued. “I noticed I matched the description for being transgender. A boy. I felt seen. But, what I didn’t know is that my family beliefs were not beliefs, it was hatred.” Starting to shake, you kept going. “I told them one night at this shed we were staying at. Next thing I know, they are screaming and yelling at me. I tried to tell them to stop or else walkers would hear us but they ignored me and kept going. All of a sudden. Walkers are everywhere. They were yelling so loud I didn’t even hear them barge in. They bit them. My parents. My fight of flight kicked in and I ran far away as I could. I’ve been on my own ever since…”

Carl signs, processing what you just told him. “Y/N, I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve that.” He held your hand for comfort. You looked at him, tears forming in your eyes. A tear slipped out and he wiped it away with his thumb then caressing your cheek. “However long you plan to stay, you’re accepted here.” You grinned at his comment and started to yawn. “It’s okay, get some rest. I’ll check up on you in an hour.” Carl assured as he rested your head against the pillow, putting your hair aside from your face, and leaving you alone to rest.

Maybe this place isn’t so bad. At least Carl wasn’t, that night made you grow a liking to him. Maybe even more…

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Authors note: OMG I FINALLY WROTE A FANFIC FOR CARL AH! This was a tiny bit rushed and a lil proof read so might be grammar mistakes here and their. Let me know if you want a pt. 2 bc I lowkey enjoyed writing this

[pikmingrubb]

TWD x Reader Blippit

WTD x FTM!Reader, you’re friends with Rick and here’s just some bs that you’ve experienced in your life during the apocalypse. 

Tags: Blood, gore, non-sexual nudity, hugs, Negan bickering with you, platonic Rick Grimes x reader

Word count: 1,943

Whatever he saw in you, kept you alive and safe. Nothing else but a thread holding on for dear life, and you bit and fought every step of the way. It was honestly disastrous; it took you months to acclimate being with actual humans again. Not just hiding amongst the walkers and rot of the world, you weren’t used to not smelling like corpses.

Not used to the touch of clean water spreading over your back as you scrubbed away every long day and sin you had unearthed. The sponge was probably the softest thing you had felt against your skin, not the dull blade of a knife against your throat, and Rick’s soft eyes pleading with you to allow him to help you.

It wasn’t your first encounter with Rick Grimes, you had originally met him around the time he reunited with his wife, and you stayed with his little group before disappearing. Rick assumed you either died or slipped from his life, he had other people to take care of, and he couldn’t look for a random man he just happened upon.

The next meeting was an accident, your rugged form appeared from the shadows while walkers swarmed his camp, quickly cleaving the heads as they snapped and gnashed their rotting teeth at his small group. When everything had calmed down, and you removed your blade from a rotting eye socket, all eyes turned to you. A foreigner suddenly appeared in Rick’s camp while they all tried to sleep soundly, you were a threat.

You took this moment to allow Rick to puff up and practically manhandle you, his fingers gripping your collar so hard he practically lifted you off the forest floor, “Who. Are. You?” He snapped, his angry snarl in your face, you didn’t honestly recognize him until you saw his sweating face shining in the moonlight.

Your dull eyes blinked slowly, fingers just grabbing his wrists, trying to breathe slowly, “Rick?” You prodded him gently. His eyes widened, shock reaching his face as his fingers slipped open, allowing your feet to hit the ground again.

“You’re alive?” He asked gently, he stepped away giving you some space, the people near Rick seemed to calm down as he raised his hand for them to lower their arms. A few questioning glances still scraped at your skin; you were very much aware of how dangerous of a move you pulled. You could have easily earned a bullet to the skull by saving random people in the woods.

But god were you glad you did, it felt like karma that you had chanced upon him. The lowest you had ever felt before, and now by some stupid game of life, you had found another friend in this desolate world.

Why was it him? You chuckled, Rick’s face just twinged with confusion, “I left to find my best friend, he was…Gone by the time I found him. I’ve been alone since then until I ran into you guys.” You commented slowly, your eyes peered around to observe his little group, you noticed Carl and blinked in surprise. He had gotten a lot taller; he was still just a little kid though, a smile came to your lips as he watched you curiously from behind his dad. You also noticed the gun in his hand, good.

“You’ve been…Alone?” He asked, giving you a worried look, his hands brushed over your shoulders inspecting you, as if he were to see a bite mark or something.

“Bull shit, no one lasts that long out here, he’s got to have a group.” A snarl ripped from the crowd, and your eyes met face-to-face with the most distrusting look you had ever seen. His long hair framed his face a little, his crossbow still brandished in your direction.

“Come on, Daryl, I trust him,” Rick said, stepping closer to Daryl, his hand raised gently trying to block his gaze from your form. “He saved me in the city with Glenn, he’s a good person.” He tried coaxing Daryl to lay his weapon down again.

Daryl’s eyes flicked between you and Rick, you could see the gears working in his head, a frown pulling at his lips. He cursed and let the crossbow fall towards the ground, a snarl still on his face. Rick was nodding slowly at him, “You have every right to distrust him, you don’t know him, but I do. Please,” He said firmly, you just kept your guard down, you didn’t want Daryl to think you were a problem.

This was Rick’s group, and right now he was the only one to give you the courtesy of trust, the others just shuffled around with each other at Rick’s command. You felt relief wash over yourself as Daryl abruptly turned around and paced away from the circle, needing some air.

Rick’s gaze was back on you, you stayed quiet, awaiting his verdict.

“You’re not gonna live long out there by yourself, join us. I know you’ll help,” He offered, his eyes searching yours slowly, you almost saw a glimpse of desperation in his eyes. At this point you had realized just how worn down he and his group looked, your eyes skimming over hungry and tired faces.

You closed yours momentarily, a slow breath leaving your nose, you almost glared at him. “Okay.” You nodded, Rick returned the nod, his hand coming up and brushing over his face as if to clear the anxiety. His hands met his hips and he stood there for a moment, just relaxing before you.

“Good, this is good.” He said to himself, “Okay, how about we try to get some rest then, you look exhausted you should sleep. I’ll watch with Daryl, okay?” Rick said, addressing everyone as they slowly settled back down into their bedding on the forest floor.

Body practically just wilting right there, you curled around yourself as you tried your best to sleep.

That was forever ago, you had stayed with Rick’s group for quite some time, bonding with everyone much to your dismay. You couldn’t help but want to get along with everyone, but the realization that you might lose them drove you nuts.

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“What’s up, kitty?” Negan smirked slapping your back, you frowned and glared at him through sweaty brows.

“Kitty?” Your voice mocked harshly, Negan’s grin never slipped as he bent down and raked a little at the garden, “Yeah, since apparently you just don’t stay dead. How many lives you got left?” He teased glancing at you while moving aside for you to plant a few potato spuds into the dirt.

“Negan, what the fuck are you talking about?” Your confusion furthered, and your hands gently scraped loose soil over the spud, patting the ground over it.

A laugh escaped his lips, “I heard from a little birdy that apparently you’ve disappeared three times before and you just keep showing back up.” His voice trailed as he worked the hard soil, upturning it and revealing little worms and grubs digging around. He poked at them with the rake and continued on, “What’s with that? Do you have a secret lover somewhere? Let me guess, he’s a walker!”

You roll your eyes trying to ignore his coy remarks, “Uh huh, sure.” You mumbled trying to avoid this conversation, as much as you liked Negan’s rambling, sometimes it’s too much.

“Is it true Rick found you in the woods naked?” Your hands stopped scraping the dirt and you looked up at him, realizing he had been staring at you the whole time. He was sassily leaning against the wooden pole of the rake, his eyes glinting at you as he just smiled.

“Who told you that?” You said casually, just observing him, his grin widened like the Cheshire cat.

“He did, didn’t he!” He whistled at you and made a small motion with his hand, “Oh that is glorious! What the hell were you doing out there?” He said, eagerly awaiting an explanation. You honestly weren’t sure you wanted to relive that moment, not that you cared what Negan thought, it was just…Something that still haunts you a little.

“I was…Surviving…” You said slowly, brows knitting together, Negan just watched you quietly as you tried to gather your words. “I’m surprised he didn’t shoot me, mistaking me for a walker with all the blood on me.” You murmur, remembering the feeling of just being scared.

Blood, everywhere, not yours. It coated your body, The look of wide eyes, body stepping back away from a form you didn’t recognize, Rick’s gun was pointed at you. His words garbling inside your brain, all you knew was one wrong move and you’d be dead. Perhaps not fighting this once was good, god you felt so tired…Did it even matter?

You fell into the tall grass, your eyes watching the barrel of his colt python fall, he looked relieved. You closed your eyes, feeling the sun’s heat wash over your body, finally allowing yourself to slow down. A moment of reprieve.

The next thing you didn’t expect was to feel Rick’s arm circling around your body carefully, a hug. He was just embracing you in the dirt, the blood staining your skin and the stench of death didn’t seem to deter him. Neither did your naked form either, he just peeled off his jacket and wrapped it around you, gently zipping it up to cover your form.

It was a long time before you finally recovered from being alone and mentally unstable living in the woods. You desperately wanted to get better, to be a person again, to feel safe again. The only reason it happened was a lot of kindness and patience from Rick. He looked past the damage and coaxed you gently back to reality.

You eagerly put your hand in his, trusting him completely.

Negan’s face drew you back to reality, he almost looked concerned for you. Your brows rose and you shook yourself out of it, the feeling leaving your body a little cold. A shiver ran up your spine, “Yeah, it was pretty bad.” You said, not really wanting to tell Negan every stupid detail he wanted.

“And you two are just…” He interrupted, a chuckle leaving his mouth, obviously not satisfied with your short answer. “...Normal after that?” He asked, squinting at you a little.

“What you think I’d end my story with, ‘ and then we fucked ’?” Your scrunched face glared at him, he pursed his lips and made a thoughtful face. “I mean, that would be a hell of a lot more entertaining than ‘we’re just really good friends ’ and all that shit!” He slapped his leg a little and sighed, finishing the garden beds while you continued to plant the potato spuds.

“Yeah, that’s exactly how it went, also Rick is straight.” You pointed out, Negan just shook his head a little.

“Also, who spilled to you all that?” You shot your head back up again, now it was Negan’s turn to avoid you, “No one, I just happen to hear a lot of things.” He commented getting down and helping you finish up the work in the beds, clearing the dirt from his fingers.

“Whatever…Also don’t you dare water these, leave them alone.” You comment harshly, getting up and brushing the dirt from your pants, Negan just raised his hands in defense, nodding his head at your instructions.

“Alright, alright, garden sensei.” He said with a large grin on his face, trying to look small and innocent, you just frowned down at him before shaking your head and giving a small smile at him.

[gonzo-rella]

Okay so I've made a list (in no particular order) of fics I might write as part of this blog's celebration of Pride Month. I'm hoping to post something on most days, if not every day (an ambitious goal, I know, considering my tendency to disappear for months at a time and the years-old list of requests I haven't gotten around to yet), since I can normally finish a set of headcanons in a couple of hours, and most of what I want to write is hcs.

Some of these are from requests I've received in the past. I have some other queer!reader requests on that list; if you'd like me to consider writing any of those for Pride Month, feel free to send in an ask! I've just chosen a couple of the ones I've either started writing, or I feel motivated to write.

Anyway, feel free to send in some requests after perusing my fandom list and requesting rules. Since I'm nonbinary, a lot of these fics have a nonbinary!reader or otherwise trans!reader. But, I'll happily write for other queer identities, too!

Ferris Bueller's Day Off - Cameron Frye w/ genderfluid!reader (ficlet; requested)

Cam has a crush on the reader, and still wants to be with them after they come out to him as genderfluid

Yellowjackets - Lottie Matthews w/ FTM/transmasc!reader (one-shot; requested)

Lottie helps reader do his t-shot, and comforts him when he's feeling dysphoric.

The Walking Dead - trans!Carl Grimes having a familial-feeling relationship with a trans/nonbinary!reader (platonic)

Note: I'm only on season 8 of the Walking Dead (so don't spoil anything that happens after that). I watch it with my brother, but I'm planning on starting a rewatch from the beginning on my own because I feel like I started losing track of these characters and their arcs several seasons ago. I'll add it to my fandom list once I've finally started this planned rewatch. Hopefully, I'll start that this month. If I do take requests, I'd probably prefer to focus on the earlier seasons until I've gotten further along in the show. So, if you keep that in mind, feel free to send in TWD requests for Pride Month, even though it's not on my fandom list yet. Feel free to ask about whether I'd be interested in writing about the character(s) you want.

Schitt's Creek - Alexis Rose, David Rose and Stevie Budd with a nonbinary s/o (headcanons)

Community - Being nonbinary in the Study Group (headcanons)

Ghosts - Being a nonbinary ghost in Button House (headcanons)

How I Met Your Mother - Being nonbinary in the HIMYM gang (headcanons)

Malcolm in the Middle - Being the nonbinary Wilkerson sibling.

[tobyyobyy]

more carl grimes headcanons (because I can’t stop making these):

- trans (ftm)

- had been ever since he could remember

- because it was easy to pass as a kid rick and lori brought him immediately to his first haircut and got him clothes he wanted

- shane and lori were kind of iffy on it but rick woulda murdered them if they even tried to say ANYTHING about it

- gets a tattoo behind his parents back (legally)

- it’s just a small one on his right shoulder on his back

- it’s of loris favourite flowers

- so when rick does find out he’s not too mad about it

- wasn’t even mad about it anyways (well a little but it’s his sons choice he doesn’t care much)

- “dad i wanna start T”

- “you know you’re gonna have to use a needle right?”

- “…i’ll give you permission to knock me out before we do it” (because extreme fear of needles)

- when lori died rick isolated himself a lot

- carl was still young (like show young about 12-13 years old) but he tried his best to take care of his dad

- when he gets older that’s why he tries his best to enjoy things his dad enjoys so that rick doesn’t isolate himself again

- it resulted him to be isolated a lot too tho

- he lost contact with his friends from pre-school and middle school

- made friends with enid first in high-school when she sat at his empty table during lunch time while he was reading a comic

- introduced him to ron, lydia and henry (i know in the show lydia and henry are younger than all three of them but for the sake of this they’re all the same age)

- eye got shot out the same way in the show

- therapy of all kinds after

- speech therapy

- physical therapy

- mental therapy

- took a long time to forgive ron

- rick tried to not get himself to isolate so much, kind of paying carl back for the times he was there for him after lori died

- when he got therapy, he told rick that he should get some too, that it helps and whatnot

- michonne is like “i’ve been telling him that for the past year and NOW he listens?”

- at his grandparents farm, he’ll just sit out on the field day and night just taking everything in

- especially if he starts getting a migraine

- but not during the day if he has a migraine (obviously, harsh sunlight and stuff)

- LOVES jackets

- like a weird amount of love

- no one should love jackets this much

- but he does

- had a huge hyper-fixation on the stages of death/decomposition

- that’s what made him want to be buried instead of being cremated, so he could ‘be one with nature’ (his words not mine)

[hiro--aoki]

You're trans... suuuurreeee you are buddy. If you're trans then you know it's wrong to call people something they aren't. Y'all are like the weird fucks who call Gerard way a female even though he is a male. Y'all are so weird. Carl is a male. He ain't a girl cos he's got long hair and is skinnier then most guys his age. Make him trans ftm because he's a male. Don't make men mtf. Y'all are just sick fucks.

deadpool transfem

Wolverine transfem

Carl Grimes transfem

Ben 10 transfem

Sam Winchester transfem

Johnny soap mactavish transfem

[japanesecandy]

CARL GRIMES RANT

"carl would so listen to mcr!" or any variant of that like mother mother or yk the traditional teenage angst albums/bands makes me so angry. I can imagine him coming across an untouched record store on a supply run and picking up some local band's cd and listeninf to it on his shitty discman that skips every 5 seconds. I've said before he looks like he listens to southern metal like corrosion of conformity, but i think hed also listen to soft rock stuff. he kinda gives me bass vibes like i think if he were an instrument hed be a bass. i dont know i love him so much hes my spiritual son. speaking of i like to hc him as unlabled ftm.. hes me...

As far as emo carl goes, (as an emo myself, like deep down the rabbit hole of skramz) i think instead of mcr, out of the "big 3" hed be more of a fob guy? idk im just getting that vibe. like early fob, tttyg and evening out.. blink maybe? im thinking of popular things he could find in a record store that they have in surplus.

I know I hated on the traditional angsty teenage albums earlier, but I think hed probably come across those first (in this hypothetical record store) and then listen to them so much he gets sick of them, and move on to the random stuff he finds in record stores.

With all of that, probably some country. Rick and Lori scream country listener so thats probably what he grew up listening to in the car..

Anyway end of rant Carl Grimes is me I am him I am a music nerd that makes him a music nerd too and also he love scavenging around in record shops when he can yes canon trust

this is the link to the playlist i occasionally add to of things i think hed listen to