#grimes family

[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)

[cocoandthequill]

Uninvited

Part 2

Pairing: Dark!Rick Grimes x !Neighbour! Reader

Summary: After confronting your stalker backfired, you decided to avoid him completely. Of course, that never works—he always finds a way to be near you. After all, you're his greatest obsession.

Warnings: Age Gap, Humiliation, Mind Games, Stalking, Swearing, Non Con, Dacryphilia, Smut, Oral Recieving (F.), Fingering, Manipulation, Obsessive Behaviour, Corruption, Rick being creepy again

You had confronted him, hadn’t you? Told him to back off, demanded answers, and tried to make it clear that his constant presence was unwelcome.

But Rick simply didn’t care. In fact, he almost seemed relieved that his obsession with you was no longer a secret. He started to enjoy it—the way you’d flinch when his gaze locked onto yours, the way your angelic eyes widened in fear when you made eye contact. The way your breathing grew shallow when you noticed him standing just behind you.

It was unsettling, the way he took pleasure in your discomfort. He wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore, and that made it all the more chilling. He didn’t care if you were uncomfortable. In fact, it seemed like it was exactly what he wanted—to watch you squirm.

Of course, you had thought about going to someone—anyone—but who? Daryl? He’d never question Rick’s intentions, not after everything they’d been through. Aaron? Maybe, but you weren’t sure he’d understand either. Besides, they all trusted Rick, and once they knew you were accusing him of something, they might not look at you the same way again.

And even if you did speak up, who would believe you? Rick was Rick Grimes, the man who had led them through hell and back. You were just another survivor, a small part of the larger picture. If you told anyone about the way he’d been watching you, you’d be seen as paranoid. The leader wouldn’t be the one scrutinized; you would be.

So, you did what seemed the most logical thing to you—you avoided him.

But the world doesn’t always cooperate with plans to avoid trouble, especially when life in Alexandria has a way of pushing people together.

That evening, you received the invitation with the rest of the group—a community tradition, a monthly grill fest where everyone gathered to unwind, share food, and pretend for a few hours that the world outside didn’t exist. You had attended these events before, but now the idea of being in the same space as Rick made your stomach twist into knots.

You weren’t going to attend. You wanted nothing more than to back out. But you’d just been on a supply run that morning, and you couldn’t come up with another excuse without raising suspicions. People had already noticed the way you’d been avoiding Rick, pulling away at every opportunity. If you skipped out on the grill fest now, someone might ask why, and you couldn’t risk drawing more attention to yourself.

So, you went to the celebration. This time, it was being held at Martha and Ben’s house. The couple were good friends of yours, and you’d arrived in Alexandria together. They had welcomed you both with open arms when you first joined the community, and their friendship had been one of the few things that made the transition easier. There had been nights spent at their house, swapping stories about the old world and laughing like things would never change. Martha and Ben were a steady presence in a world that felt anything but, and right now, you needed that steadiness more than ever.

As you stepped into their home, the familiar warmth washed over you—the smell of grilled food and the sound of light chatter in the background. The atmosphere was relaxed, people scattered around the room, laughing, enjoying the rare peace that had become more precious than ever. But as you walked further in, your eyes immediately found him. Rick. He stood near the kitchen, talking with a few others, but as soon as he noticed you, his eyes locked onto yours. The intensity of his gaze made your stomach drop.

You swallowed hard, trying to ignore the unsettling pull in your chest. It was impossible not to notice how his expression shifted, that familiar look of satisfaction settling on his face. He didn’t even try to hide it. You knew he wasn’t just watching you out of casual curiosity—he was watching you like a hunter watches its prey.

“Hey, there you are,” Martha said, her voice bringing you back to the present. She smiled warmly, pulling you into a hug. “Glad you could make it. Everything’s been great so far. The food’s almost ready, but come on, have a seat.”

You gave her a tight smile and nodded, feeling the tightness in your chest grow with every step you took. You tried to breathe deeply to calm yourself, but you couldn't shake the feeling that Rick's eyes were glued to you, following your every move.

Just as you were about to take a seat, Rick walked over, his heavy footsteps cutting through the room. Before you could react, he was standing right in front of you. His gaze flickered briefly to Martha and Ben before locking back onto you. The smile he wore was almost too calm, too controlled.

“Mind if I talk to you for a minute, Y/n?” he asked, his voice low, but loud enough to be heard by everyone. It wasn’t a question, not really.

Martha and Ben exchanged a quick glance, but neither of them seemed to notice the tension between you and Rick. They smiled politely, unaware of the storm brewing between you two.

“Oh, sure,” Martha said with a casual wave. “We’ll grab drinks. You two catch up.”

You barely heard them as they moved away, leaving you alone with Rick. The last thing you wanted was to be alone with him, to have him corner you in front of everyone. You could feel the heat of his stare, that unsettling satisfaction in his eyes as if he was savoring every moment of discomfort he was putting you through.

“Rick, I—” You started, trying to find the words to shut him down before this went any further.

But he didn’t let you finish. “I know you’re scared of me,” he said, his voice softer now, almost like a confession. “But I want you to understand, I’m not going anywhere. You can’t avoid me forever.”

Your heart began to race, a mix of fear and frustration bubbling up inside you. “This is not the time, Rick,” you said through clenched teeth, trying to keep your voice steady. “Not here, not now.”

He smiled, almost too knowingly, and for a moment, you wondered if anyone could see through his mask. “Oh angel, I think it’s exactly the right time,” he said. “But don’t worry, we’ll get to that later.”

His words sent a chill through you, the way he spoke them—so confident, so certain—like he already knew what would happen next. You could feel his presence pressing against you, daring you to react, daring you to show just how much you wanted to escape.

Before you could respond, Ben called from across the room, pulling Rick’s attention away for just a second. “Hey, Rick! You want a drink?”

Rick looked over, nodding briefly, but his eyes never left you. “I’ll be right back,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, the last part just for you.

You managed to keep yourself together for the rest of the night, focusing on the conversations around you and the warmth of the community. There were moments when you genuinely found yourself laughing, talking with people you hadn’t seen in a while, and for a brief moment, you almost felt normal again. When the evening finally came to a close, Spencer walked you home, offering light conversation to ease the quiet of the night. His company, as always, was comforting.

As you reached your house, you thanked him for walking you back and exchanged a few final words before heading inside. The quiet of your home wrapped around you like a soft blanket, providing a sense of peace, though it didn't quite erase the tension you carried.

It took longer than usual to settle down. Your mind raced through the events of the evening, the faces, the conversations, and everything in between. It felt like your body wanted to keep moving, but the weight of the day gradually began to take over. Eventually, exhaustion won, and sleep found you.

Now, the moment had finally come. Rick was already lurking in the shadows of your house when you arrived with Spencer, but Spencer had long since disappeared, leaving you deeply asleep. Rick’s hatred for Spencer was evident—he loathed him, every fiber of his being burning with contempt. But beneath that anger, there was something else. It was clear how much he wanted you, his eyes practically igniting with desire. Spencer, in Rick’s eyes, was like a dog—desperate and fucking pathetic, constantly chasing after you for a scrap of attention. He was like a little boy, fumbling, eager, but completely incapable of giving you what you needed. His pursuit was clumsy and unrefined, a never-ending attempt to win affection in a way that was meaningless. That bastard was the dog begging for scraps, while Rick was the predator, knowing exactly what you wanted, and biding his time to claim what he felt was rightfully his.

The tension in the room hung heavy and for a moment, he just stood above you, watching his angel peacefully rest. He found you so gorgeous, it was almost maddening. The way you slept so innocently, unaware of the chaos simmering just a breath away from you, only fueled his obsession. His heart raced as his gaze lingered on you.

He thought back to the previous evening at the celebration.

You had looked so incredibly ravishing in that sundress, with it’s little slit on the side that revealed your long, tanned legs. He wanted nothing more than to get on his knees in front of you and kiss his way up them to lap at your fucking cunt.

You were his goddess, and he was the desperate man, praying to you every day and night, completely at your mercy. How could you be so oblivious, so unaware of the hold you had on him? Every part of him ached for you, yet it seemed like you remained untouched by the intensity of his feelings.

Your sleeping form stirred slightly, and the blanket that had been draped over you slid down. Rick noticed it then, and he couldn’t believe his eyes.

His naughty angel wasn’t wearing any panties. From his spot in front of your bed, the older man had a perfect view of your, now exposed, lush cunt. "Oh Y/n, what a perfect little slut you are...practically begging to wake up with my dick stuffed inside of that pretty pussy.“, he darkly chuckled, even though you wouldn’t hear him.

You had only worn a oversized shirt to bed. And in this instant the man wanted to rip it from your body to leave you completely bare for him.

He just had to have you now, it couldn’t wait for another time. His cock was already rock hard and straining against his jeans. It was beginning to get uncomfortable and he had to do something about it.

Slowly, to not risk waking you, Rick removed the blanket completely.

Gently, he slid his index finger against the curve of your leg and observed as a layer of goosebumps formed there.

You were utterly captivating, and even in your slumber, he couldn’t stop himself from fixating on every detail of you, consumed by a craving he knew he couldn’t shake.

Then Rick spread your legs further apart, so that he could settle in between them.

He was amazed at the softness of your skin and it made him want to bite into the creamy texture and mark it.

Now he was face-to-face with your already glistening lips. My god, where you always this wet?

The man pushed your shirt up and looked down at your sleeping form. That soft, flat, beautiful belly…he wanted to pump you full with his seed and watch it grow as you had no choice but to give him babies. The thought of you, knocked up and unable to think of anything but him, made him even harder. Never in his life had Rick ever been this desperate for a woman.

He started trailing hot, wet kisses from your lower abdomen, to your left hipbone and then over to your right one.

The man took his time, knowing that you weren’t going anywhere. Slowly, he started getting closer and closer to your center. He took in your smell, it was captivating. Musky-sweet, just completely mouth watering. Rick felt like a starved man now, you were the oasis in the middle of the desert and only you could save him from dying. He pulled apart your pussy lips, hungrily eyed your swollen clit and gave it a kiss. He started licking up and down along your slit, trying to collect all the juice that was suddenly gushing out of your needy hole. You tasted exquisite, even better than he had expected in his wettest dreams. Rick moved to your pearl now, taking it between his teeth, lightly pulling on it. You stirred and a small noise escaped your now open mouth. It was almost like a moan. Rick stilled and waited for the right moment to continue his feast. Slowly he started lapping at you again, entering you with his tongue. He became more aggressive with it, not being able to hold back anymore, when he heard another moan coming from you.

Now it was clear, you were a fucking horny slut and very clearly enjoying this. Rick didn’t care anymore, he wanted you to see who was responsible for making you feel this good. He continued to tongue at your sensitive cunt and almost buried his face in it, the little whimpers coming out of the woman beneath him only encouraging him more and more.

Then he heard it, your angelic, soft voice,"R-Rick?“, you sounded sleepy, not entirely comprehending what was going on. "What are you…ughhh..doing?“

He chuckled huskily, "Shh Baby, just relax and let it happen. Be still for me now.“

You tried to scoot away, but the man gave your cunt a sharp stinging slap and immediately gripped your thighs, making you unable to move. His touch was hard now and his hands would surely leave marks, that would last for the entire week. You were scared, but that was always how you felt whenever Rick Grimes was close.

You felt another sensation that you couldn’t quite place, almost like you were actually enjoying this here. But no…that couldn’t be right. This man was clearly deranged and sick in the head. You despised him. You shouldn’t and couldn’t like what he was doing to you right now. "P-Please, let me go.“, you pleaded with him, almost whimpering. A tear escaped from your eye and he stopped licking your pussy, instead using his fingers to rub you. He got closer to your face while still using his hand on you as he slowly licked the tears from your cheeks. He got even closer, his hot breath on your neck now, "Crying won’t help you, little Angel. S’only turns me on more.“, he whispered.

Then, Rick started pushing two of his long, thick digits inside of your pussy. "Fuuuck Y/n, you are dripping for me.“, he gushed. You couldn’t deny it, it felt so good and so different from the sensation of your much smaller fingers. A part of you felt disgusted by the way you were enjoying this but you felt so close now. "I-I hate you, Rick!“, you spat, not willing to admit out loud, that you did not want him to stop pleasing you. "You sure do, Baby. But what if I love, how much you hate me.“, he said with a laugh,"Tell me to stop and I will.“

But you didn’t. It was too late already.

You let him abuse your tight hole, now using three fingers on you while rubbing your clit with his other hand. He thrusted in and out of you, relentlessly. And then you came, hard.

It felt like nothing you’ve ever felt before and your whole body was shaking uncontrollably. For a second you just lay there, feeling like someone had just pulled the plug.

Before you had a chance to completely calm down from the high, Rick instructed,“Open your mouth.“ He stuck his thick fingers, still covered in your release, inside your awaiting mouth. He pushed them in so deep, that you started to gag on them, almost choking. Then you started sucking eagerly, making obscene, lewd slurping noises. "Oh, you are going to be the death of me, my sweet little baby.“, Rick groaned huskily.

Slowly, the man took your jaw into his hand and turned your face back to his. He just stared into your eyes for a moment, gradually your lips moved towards another and then they met. His were still a bit wet from what had happened just minutes ago. You expected the kiss to be messy and wild, fuelled by hatred or you both trying to fight for dominance. But it was surprisingly soft. Rick kissed you with such care, handling you like you were made of glass, a stark contrast to his usual roughness.

It left you wondering if he felt guilty about what had just unfolded between the two of you. You were much younger than him and still so inexperienced.

What you didn’t know is that those traits were what had pulled Rick into a trance, you were a small doll, easy to break.

And he was not done until he had shattered you completely.

I just finished reading Haunting Adeline, and with the series focusing on Zade Meadows, I couldn't help but notice the lack of dark Rick fanfics out there. So, I decided to share mine! I hope you all enjoy it. Have a great weekend!

[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

[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”

[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 💖

[zomb-core]

— The Walking Dead 2010 aesthetic

[rblythe08]

Grimes Family Behavior 🖤

[tangerineprettygreen]

Rick ‘I can’t live without you’ Grimes

[riickgrimes]

THE WALKING DEAD: THE ONES WHO LIVE | Episode 6 — "The Last Time"

[reputjara]

the judging stare comes in the grimes dna

[lionheartamelia]

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