#grimes family

[rblythe08]

Grimes Family Behavior 🖤

[lionheartamelia]

In another world we would have had them all together😭💔

[zomb-core]

۫ ꣑ৎ A TRIM || carl grimes x female reader

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

(intended lowercase)

warnings: mentions of losing a parent.

pure fluff

“a trim, got it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“what do you think? did I do okay?”

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

“it looks great, thank you.”

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

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

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

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

masterlist

[sneaterrr]

Carl is so cool i wish teenage boys were real

[tangerineprettygreen]

Don’t mind me, just snot nose crying rn.

[riickgrimes]

THE WALKING DEAD: THE ONES WHO LIVE (2024)

[onlyifyoubadd]

SOME GREAT PARALLELS IN TOWL 1X06

Bringing each other back: Michonne to Carl in twd 4x16 then Rick to Beale in towl 1x06

Mich thinking rick was dead: twd 7x12 then towl 1x06

THE MOST AMAZING ONE - Reuniting with your family: twd 1x01 and towl 1x06

[youledmehere]

what did they take from you? carl. they took carl. i lost him again. when i got taken, i fought and i fought and not just by trying to get away, but…but by how i would dream. i’d meet up with carl in my dreams. and that’s how i survived in here. kept me alive. and then one day, he was just gone. he just left.

THE ONES WHO LIVE EPISODE FOUR: WHAT WE

[mintsformich]

Sweet moments with Momma Michonne and her precious baby girl, Judith.

I bet Rick quietly observed many moments such as this between his girls and thought how lucky he was finding Michonne; and in moments like this one, he realized he wanted another child with her.

[flutterbyoz]

These three people are Rick Grimes entire world and to know there will no longer be an empty seat at the table just makes my heart so full and happy. This family deserve the absolute best of everything, I adore them all 💖

[glassofspoiledmilk]

Zombies and puke

SYNOPSIS: most of the time when you’re bedridden, you’ve been injured or bitten, so it’s pretty embarrassing for Carl to be in with a stomach bug.

WC: 1.1k

!!Vomit/Emetephobia warning!!

On a normal Sunday morning, you could catch Carl grimes out on watch, or on the porch with Judith, but not today.

As I walked down the sunny streets of Alexandria I walked by the grimes’ house, which was looking particularly unlively today. As i made my way around the corner, I saw Rick walking out onto the street.

“Hey..sorry to bother you but where’s Carl, we were supposed to be on watch today?” I ask my boyfriend’s father.

“Oh he’s not feelin' too good…ate somethin' bad. Nothin' serious though, he should be fine. I was about to go out on a run to look for some medicine.” He says as he stops in his tracks, turning around to face me.

“I think he might want some company though” he smiles with a light chuckle.

I nod and carefully step up onto the porch.

“Good luck on your run!” I say as I gently creak open the front door.

Rick smiles back and swiftly turns around to jump inside his car.

As soon as I stepped inside I heard the sounds of violent coughing echoing from the upstairs bathroom, located just outside of Carls' bedroom.

I climbed up the stairs and opened the door to see him leaned over the toilet, his head resting weakly on the bare toilet seat.

“Hey..” I said as I quietly walked in.

“..Hi” he said with a scratchy voice, followed by a few coughs.

“Stomach bug?” I ask as I take a seat next to him on the floor.

“I think I ate something bad..”

I chuckle slightly.

“Your hair is all in your face” I smile as I gently pull his hair back into a bun, but soon realized there were no hairties within my vicinity.

"do you have any hairties?" I ask as I lay his long hair back down onto his neck, combing it out of his face with my fingers.

"I think there are some in my room.." he replies softly.

"alright, ill be right back. if you need anything, just call for me ok?" i whisper softly as i gently pop up onto my feet and leave the room.

i quietly exit and slip into his bedroom, which was plain except for the many comic books and the occasional photos of us he had taped to the wall.

i made my way over to his dresser and opened the top door, which was filled to the brim with random items and trinkets. i quickly dug through the mess and pulled out a bright purple, stretched out hairtie.

i shut the drawer and made my way back into the bathroom where carl sat.

“Thank you baby..” he says as he turns his head sideways, smiling at me.

“No problem” I reply as i gently comb his hair back into a ponytail.

“You think you got it all out?” I add as I carefully rub his back.

“Yea..that was the first time I’ve puked in a while” he replies with a weak cough.

“Wanna try and lay in bed?” I asked.

“Yea..” he answers as he slowly stumbles to his feet.

I carefully wrap my arm around his shoulder and help him to his bedroom.

A majority of his weight is on me,making it hard to move.

Slowly, we stumbled our way into the room.

I pull the comforter off the corner and gently sit him down onto the bed, placing his trash can next to it as a precaution.

He slides down into the comfy sheets, gently sinking into the soft mattress.

I lift up the comforter and place it on top of him.

“Need anything else?” I ask as I sit on the edge of the bed.

“Mm lay with me..” he says with a sleepy tone.

“Lay?” I chuckle.

“Mhm..” he hums as he grabs my hand and lightly tugs on it.

I playfully roll my eyes and climb onto the other side of the bed.

He slides over and gently snakes his arms around my waist, pulling himself into my chest.

“Are you always this clingy when you’re sick?” I laugh.

“Mm maybe…” he mumbles.

I smile and softly place my hand to brush his bangs away from his forehead.

“You’re clammy” I whisper.

“Well I just puked up my breakfast” he chuckles lowly.

“Atleast you don’t have a fever” I add with a hopeful smile.

“You want any water? You’ve got to be dehydrated” I ask as I gently comb my fingers through his hair.

“Yea but later..” he muttered.

“Later?” I smile.

“I want you here” he adds.

“I guess I’ll grab you some while you’re sleeping” I chuckle.

“You’re really gonna leave me while I’m sleeping? What if I get sick again?” He complains.

“You’ll be fine, you puked five other times without me” I playfully protest.

He groans into his pillow.

“Now sleep” I add as I softly rub his back.

“Oh no now you’re rushing me so you can leave?” He jokes.

“You’re ridiculous” I laugh.

Soon enough, the long haired boy in question was sound asleep on my chest.

I gently slid him off and onto the pillow beside me, and placed a gentle kiss on his sweaty forehead.

i quietly slipped out of the room and tiptoed down the creaky stairs, weary of making any noise.

The lights in the kitchen flickered on and I pulled out a pot from under the sink. I gently filled it up with whatever soup I could find..which just so happened to be chicken noodle soup..and left it on the stove to simmer.

While that was cooking, I filled up a water bottle with ice water and placed it off to the side.

After the soup was done cooking I poured it into a bowl and carefully brought it up the stairs.

I slowly creeped around the corner, unsure if he’s awake or not.

His eyes flickered open as I entered the room.

“Good morning” I joke.

“..you made me food?” He asks as he rubs his eyes, slowly adjusting to the light.

“I found some soup in the pantry” I say as I place the warm bowl onto his lap.

“thank you..” he smiles, adjusting himself to sit up against the headboard.

“And I brought your water..would you consider now to be later?” I chuckle as I place it next to him on the bed.

“Ha ha” he says sarcastically as he sips the soup.

“It’s really good..I really appreciate this..” he adds with a shy, but genuine tone.

“Of course” I reply as I comfortingly rub his arm with my thumb.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

[rblythe08]

AU Grimes Family Ficlet : Carl went to school even though he wasn’t feeling up to it and ended up skipping class. Once Rick and Michonne realize what anniversary it is, they understand why.

All the Grimes Family Ficlets are here.

[reputjara]

the judging stare comes in the grimes dna

[zomb-core]

— The Walking Dead 2010 aesthetic

[cassie-lavigne]

Can I come to your house and look at you like this?

[tangerineprettygreen]

Rick ‘I can’t live without you’ Grimes