#no outbreak!carl grimes

[lovesick-girly]

au college!carl grimes headcanons 

His Room:

Disaster zone. Crumpled clothes, half-made bed, bong on the nightstand, old TV with busted speakers, comic books and CDs everywhere. One wall is just taped-up everything—movie posters, Judith’s drawings, stolen traffic or street signs. A broken Walkman he swears he’s going to fix. The room definitely smells like sweat, smoke, cologne, and something unspeakably boyish.

His Drug Use:

He’s not spiralling, but he’s not squeaky clean either. He does shrooms with his philosophy major friend and microdoses before lectures. Sometimes he zones out during study groups, pupils blown wide, talking about Plato like he met him in a dream. He keeps his grades up effortlessly, which makes it more frustrating for his professors when he skips class and still aces the exams.

His Relationship with Rick & Michonne:

They love him but don’t get him. Rick’s tired but trying, and Michonne’s the only one who can cut through Carl’s stubborn moods. They’ve got this mutual respect thing—they share late-night snacks sometimes when Rick’s out, quietly watching old kung fu movies.

Judith:

He’s her goddamn hero. He shows up in his beat-up shit-box car that barely starts (which Carl loves), covered in bumper stickers, glove compartment that's stuffed with receipts, old assessments and fast food wrappers. There’s a constant rattle he can’t find the source of, and honestly, he’s stopped looking. He keeps a booster seat in the back just for her. Take her to playgrounds, get ice cream, really anywhere she wants. She “picks” the music—he makes her mix CDs and labels them like “Judith’s Existential Road Trip Vol. 3” or “Driving Miss Judith”. Everyone assumes he’s her too-young dad, and he never corrects them.

Lori & Shane’s Place:

White suburban nightmare. Lori is trying to rebuild a stable family, but Carl’s presence always makes things tense. Shane overcompensates with uncomfortable attempts at affection. When Carl does stay, he sleeps in the guest room that used to be his and leaves passive-aggressive post-its around the house; (“The blinds are crooked. Just like your moral compass.”). The visits always end in a fight, but he keeps coming back—for Judith, and those rare soft moments with his mum.

The Blind Eye Origin:

Carl got in some kind of accident at 16-ish—maybe a random accident or a car crash; when Shane was supposed to be watching him. Rick was furious. Lori spun it like Rick wasn’t there, and it became a whole turning point in the divorce. It left Carl partially blind in his right eye, and now he’s got this milky, unfocused pupil. He wears an eyepatch, or sunglasses, or just uses his hair to cover it. And maybe when he’s high, or really tired, he forgets to put the cover back on.

He doesn’t talk about it. If someone asks, he either changes the subject or deadpans. The only people he ever lets see it uncovered are Judith (who doesn’t even notice) and maybe Michonne, who once saw it when she came in without knocking and he didn’t have his cover on yet. She didn’t say anything. Just looked at him like she saw all of him and didn’t flinch. That meant something.

Bonus Highschool Carl

The Fighting Phase (age 15–17-ish):

Started with one fight he didn’t start but definitely finished. Maybe someone said something about his eye, or his mom, or Judith, and he blacked out for a minute. After that, it kind of… became a thing. Bloody knuckles hidden in flannel sleeves. Always walking out of the principal’s office with a warning slip. Rick was furious—kept grounding him, dragging him to therapy that Carl never said a word in. Michonne tried the calm talk. It wasn’t about winning the fights—it was about feeling real, feeling seen, feeling not numb.

How It Ended:

Maybe he really hurt someone once. Not just bruises—hospital hurt. Or maybe Judith saw him come home looking bloodied/beaten and she bursted into tears. That stopped him cold. He never talked about it again. Just started channeling that rage into something else; music, his car, drugs.

he’s feral but he’s got heart. and a booster seat.

[dollfacefantasy]

Dream Walking ♡

pairing: rick grimes x fem!reader

summary: you catch rick having a wet dream about you. you both try to move on from it, but with it stuck in each of your minds, it's near impossible to just go back to the way things were.

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, p in v, fingering, dub-con, age gap (20s, late 30s), wet dreams, somnophilia

word count: 5.4k

Since the prison fell, you’ve had time to think about what it is you miss most. The security of the fences was nice, so was the comfort of the thin mattresses. There were also the routines everyone had fallen into that filled your days with a sliver of how life felt before everything went wrong. However, the piece you missed most, the thing you craved on nights like these, was the privacy of your cell.

You took those months for granted at the time. The ability to retire to your own space once the sun set was long gone. Now you lie with the rest of the group on the floor of this barn, sleeping all together like a pack of wolves in a den.

It wasn’t that it was horrible. You felt safe with everyone so close. You also didn’t have to worry about anything going wrong in the night without your knowledge. It just wasn’t as pleasant as getting to be alone at the end of the day when both your mind and body are tired. How you craved the sound of the steel bars shutting and the feeling of the lumpy pillow against your head.

But all that lies underneath a pile of rubble now. There was no use wishing for another time you’d never get back.

You sigh and roll onto your side. The thunder and rain outside was keeping you up. Your eyes scan the dark room to try and find another open pair, any one of your friends who would be able to suffer along with you. You don’t find any, which is a good thing you suppose, but now you’re left to lay all alone in hopes of sleep calling your name sometime soon.

You were in the corner of the barn with your jacket tucked under your head. That’s the spot you’d taken up as soon as people were picking where to sleep. You liked having walls to your back. It was less space for something to hide or attack from. Some of your friends like Abraham and Daryl lie along the walls like you while others like Carl and Michonne rest near the center, wanting to be close to any potential threat.

Rick sleeps a foot or two from you. He’s on his back, one arm behind his head while the other is draped over his abdomen. You can hear the deep and even rhythm of his breath, and you know that he’s out cold at least for the time being.

After a little while he rolls onto his side like you had, and you think that you’ve found someone to share your struggles with. When you look over at him though, his eyes are still shut, his lips are still parted, and his body is still limp. 

Your lips purse with disappointment, but your eyes soften. He needed the rest. He’d been stretching himself to the limit ever since your group had barely made it out of Terminus alive. You understood why. The group needed somewhere stable to call home. You just wished he wouldn’t put that responsibility entirely on himself.

You always liked Rick. He’d taken you in a couple months after the outbreak when you were scared and alone, shaking and covered in blood on the side of the highway. You’d just seen the final members of your previous group fall victim to the dead. On the verge of giving up and letting a herd claim you too, you saw him dash by. He was looking for a missing little girl. Instead he’d found you.

Even on the farm when everyone was fighting over everything all the time, you admired him like you did now. It was almost weird to think of him now compared to back then. The clean-cut officer friendly you’d met a couple years ago now sported shaggy hair and a beard along with eyes always scanning for danger.

The crush you harbored for him was as strong as ever though. Not one thing about that had changed. Unlike his hair, you hadn't grown out of it in the slightest.

You continue watching him while the wind and rain team up to beat against the wooden slats of the barn walls. Interrupting your study of his features, he grunts. It’s quiet; so much so that you almost miss it amongst the other noise. It seems ordinary enough, but he does it again. And then again as he rolls further to his side so that he’s nearly on his stomach.

“Mmmm…” he sighs, “Fuck.”

Your eyes widen a little at that, but you smile, wondering what was frustrating him in the world of his dreams. His lips smack idly against one another for a moment before he speaks again.

“Just like that, baby. Atta girl,” he murmurs.

And now you’re really interested. 

Your hand flies to your mouth to stifle your reaction. You didn’t know whether to laugh or try to wake him. You knew that waking him up would be the right thing to do… but you didn’t want to just yet. He rolls his hips against the hard ground he’s sleeping on, which you know can’t feel that good. But he does it again. And he looks like a divine being as he does so, everything about him enrapturing you.

Another low groan seeps from his mouth, and a couple incoherent words follow. You bite your lip and look around again to make sure no one else is watching you. You couldn’t help wondering who he was dreaming of. Maybe Lori still crossed his mind every once in a while or possibly he harbored some secret desire for someone in the group. Perhaps it was just a plain old sex dream and he was envisioning some woman he liked before the world changed.

“Fuck…” he grunts again, “Such a good girl.”

Warmth simmers to life in your belly, and you find your thighs rubbing against one another. Those two words were a weak spot of yours, so of course he'd have to rasp them out like that. You'd be lying if you said you'd never imagined them falling from his lips but hearing it in reality was so much sweeter.

His arms shift around as he continues trying to find some relief against the dirt. By this point, a bulge has formed at the front of his pants, and the sight is enough to make your mouth water. You know this is wrong, perving on him like this, but you swear to yourself that you're gonna wake him up. Just a few more seconds. Though before you get the chance, he moans again.

Among some expletives and praise, your name floats into the night. The syllables leak out in a hushed manner, but they send a jolt through you regardless. Your eyes widen and the heat in your tummy creeps up through your neck into your cheeks.

"Just a little deeper, dolly," he slurs, "That's it."

This time you're unable to repress the laughter that bubbles in your chest. The sound is soft, but it's enough to rouse him.

His eyes flutter open, his pupils still laden with sleep. It takes him a few seconds to register all that's going on.

"What're you gigglin' about?" he grumbles as he sits up and rubs his face.

But as soon as he moves, he becomes conscious of what was so amusing to you. He feels it rock hard against his thigh and flashes of his dream run through his mind. You can see it on his face, the embarrassment over the fact that he'd been caught having a wet dream. Caught by the very person it starred.

"Sorry," you simper.

He tries to maintain his usual stern temperament, but you see his humility in the flush of his cheeks. He can't look you in the eyes right now. His mind struggles to grasp the words that would make this better.

"Grow up," he mumbles as he starts to roll the other direction, "You've never had one of those? How old are you?"

"Old enough for you to dream about apparently," you say with another little laugh as you go to lay down yourself.

"Shut up," he mutters before closing his eyes again.

A few days went by before either of you addressed it. That was Rick's doing since he pretty much avoided you as best he could after it happened. It made you a little sad, but it was understandable. You probably would've done the same if the roles were reversed.

The group had left the shack from that night in search of more food and water. The bunch of you stagger in factions as you walk along some train tracks through the woods. Maggie, Glenn, and Tara lead at the front while Michonne with Carl carrying Judith linger a little behind them. You're trekking along with Sasha and Rosita before letting yourself fall back so you can be besides Rick.

"Are you mad at me?" you ask.

He glances over at you. "No, I'm not mad at you," he states matter of factly. 

"It seems like you are."

"Why's that?" he asks.

"Cause you've been avoiding me," you say with a coy smile.

"I haven't been avoidin' you," he denies.

"Mhm," you respond, "C'mon, it's not that big of a deal. Things don't have to be weird now."

His eyes remain on you as if trying to analyze your intentions. "I didn't want to make you uncomfortable or anything," he says.

"The only thing making me uncomfortable is how awkward you are around me now," you say with a little feigned pout, "Seriously, I don't care. It was just a dream. People can't control dreams. It's not like I caught you jerkin’ off to a picture of me."

"Keep your voice down," he says, eyes flitting ahead to make sure no one had heard the topic of your conversation. He then sighs and runs a hand over his sweaty hair.

"C'mon, Rick," you say. You give his arm a little shove but do make a point to lower your volume. "I'm sorry for laughing at you."

"No you're not," he says and for the first time in days, he cracks a small smile.

Your face reflects his expression like a mirror. "Well... it was funny. But I still didn't mean to make you feel bad. It doesn't bother me or anything. I know dreams don't reflect real life," you reassure him.

He nods and remains quiet for a moment as the two of you continue down the tracks. You were slightly hoping he'd tell you his dream was based in reality. That he did want you while awake just as much as he did while he slept. But that was a wilder dream than the one that had caused all this. 

He finally speaks and looks over at you again. "I appreciate you keeping it to yourself and not making a thing out of it."

"Of course," you beam at him, "I'm a good girl, remember?"

He gives you an unamused stare in response before lightly shoving the back of your head, guiding you back towards the rest of the group. Despite his outward annoyance, you could see the fondness return to his eyes.

It only took you a few weeks to make Rick regret his leniency in regards to your jokes. You still hadn't told anyone directly about his dream which he was grateful for, but people would probably find out soon enough with all your teasing and hinting.

At first, it seemed like you truly wanted to move on from it; leave what you'd witnessed in the past and forever wonder if the dream spawned from a place of true desire or just his brain fucking with him. Things were stressful enough for everyone during that week, especially Rick. The group had nearly succumbed to dehydration one day and struggled to find shelter for the next few.

But then you all had been invited to Alexandria. You and the others had been welcomed with open arms into a slice of the old world. Everything seemed to settle down for the most part. Your people were still on edge, Rick was ready for conflict at any moment, but no longer were you constantly worried about if you'd be able to find food or water.

And with things simmering down, Rick was pretty sure you decided that it'd be ok for you to turn the heat up.

It was after a week or so of being there that the jokes started back up. You'd reference the "good girl" part of it the most, but occasionally you'd mix it up and go for a "just like this, right Rick?"

Each little remark, every time your smug smile rose on your lips, the way you pranced around the community as if you knew a dirty little secret; it all compounded, a new stone being thrown at the glass that housed Rick's resolve.

Tonight he can't sleep. Everyone else in your group is passed out, exhausted from a long day. But he's wide awake. He feels restless. He shifts around on the sofa and sighs, rubbing his eyes.

Since joining Alexandria, everyone had begun easing up about sleeping arrangements. The first week, you all piled into one house and slept around the living room as if it was one of the sheds you'd been bouncing between before. But after some time went by, people began to spread out.

Everyone had basically claimed a house as their own by now, some sharing their's with a few other group members. Rick kept the one everyone had started off in. Carl and Judith slept peacefully in bedrooms of their own upstairs while he took the couch. Even though this place seemed like a paradise, he couldn't bring himself to trust it yet. He couldn't sleep in the master bedroom that was tucked away in the back of the second floor. It was the farthest from the stairs and all the doors. He'd never forgive himself if something happened and he wasn't in the position to protect his children.

Though they weren't the only ones in the house with him now. Peering down the hallway in front of him, he could see you. Despite how much you loved acting tough and teasing, underneath you were still vulnerable, and Rick wasn't blind to how you looked to him for comfort. When you came to him in the evening and asked to stay as everyone was heading off to their own beds, he couldn't say no. You could make all the bratty jokes and innuendos in the world, and he still couldn't stomach the thought of you feeling unsafe.

You were still sleeping on the floor against the wall. As much as you had missed your bed from the prison, you found yourself not ready to transition back to a mattress again when the time came. Rick understood. It felt weird going from the hard ground where you could spring to action in seconds to a comfy bed that cradled your form and kept you drowsy and unaware. At least in your place in the hall, you slept on some chair cushions he offered you so your body wasn't bare against the hardwood.

He watches you, taking in your sleeping form amidst the quiet of the house. A thin blanket covered most of your body, but he could still admire other parts of you from a distance. He could see the precious way your fingers curled around the edge of the fuzzy material draped over you. Your face looked so soft and delicate in its completely relaxed state. Your cute, plush lips were parted ever so slightly.

As his eyes raked over you, he felt something stir within himself. Instead of hearing your gentle breathing, the sounds his mind had created as you moaning in his dream played through his head. He tries to shake them away and think of other things, but you are all his brain wants to think about. If it's not you moaning or writhing in pleasure beneath him, it's how you giggle after telling one of your stupid jokes. It's the way your eyes widen with amusement when he growls "keep it down."

And if it's not that, earlier memories flicker through his internal vision. He can still remember the day he met you like it was last week. You standing there, bloody and shaking. Your eyes wide and darting around. So different from the you he saw today.

He sits up and scratches his jaw, feeling the skin that was now smooth from his recent shave. He still couldn't tear his eyes away from you. You had rolled over now, taking some of the blanket with you. He could see slivers of your legs and the roundness of your ass peeking from below the border of the blanket. Sighing, he leans back into the couch and pinches the bridge of his nose.

He had it bad for you, and he knew it. He just didn't like thinking about that fact or being cognizant of how pathetic he could be for you. Like having a wet dream. He hadn't had one of those in well over a decade before this last time. It was ridiculous.

It wasn't so much that he thought you didn't reciprocate. You were all but a petulant schoolgirl pulling her crush's hair for attention. Rather it was just that you were quite a bit younger than him, and it made him feel like shit. He supposed it didn't matter, being the end of the world and all. Things weren't the same as they used to be. It was a miracle to find anyone you could feel this way about now. But that didn't stop guilt from tying his intestines into knots every time he imagined anything more with you.

You didn't ease that feeling by toying with him so much either. Day in and day out, you practically begged for more out loud every time he came around you. His mind swirls with all the instances of your temptation, and in this moment, he really starts to feel that his guilt is unnecessary. It would probably return in full force tomorrow, but for right now, while he thinks of all the things you put him through, he feels like he deserves a little something for his troubles.

He stands up, and finds himself walking towards the area you sleep at the end of the hall. Any other man left in this world would have staked their claim on you by now. A pretty girl flagrantly throwing herself at the object of her affection. His honor held him back, but it wasn't like this was something so serious, right? Didn't he deserve to let go once in a while?

He crouches down next to you. At first, he only stares, but soon enough his hand follows. It starts on your shoulder, rubbing in a small circle. His palm then slides up and down your side. He can feel your muscles molding to his touch. Your body recognizes your need for him even when unconscious.

He maneuvers himself closer to you, sliding behind you on the cushions so that his chest is against your back. His hand stays on your body, continuing its slow, rhythmic movements. He keeps it over your shirt at first before slipping it beneath, exploring the skin of your midriff.

You let out a little sigh and shift a bit in your sleep. You still don't wake up though. He nestles his face against the back of your neck, taking a breath of your scent. He imagines what would happen if you woke up right now. He's positive you'd be startled, but he'd bet his life you wouldn't push him away.

He'd only ever been this close to you one time before. It was a couple days after the prison fell. Like right now, it was also at night. It wasn't sensual like he was trying to make this moment though. That time you'd had a nightmare. You woke up in tears, shivering in the pitch black of the random house you were shacked up in with him and Carl. It hadn't taken any words. He knew what you needed. He held you close like right now until you'd returned to the safe embrace of sleep. Unlike his wet dream, the two of you had never spoken about that since.

Testing the waters, his fingers dip below the hem of your shorts. They glide over your hip bone, pressing a tender massage into the skin. You like that. He can tell from the way you lean into it. You roll onto your back to be closer to him.

He really goes for it now. His hand slides to the front of you to cup your sex over your panties. He positions his face in the crook of your neck and lays a few soft pecks on your throat. His digits then start to move slowly.

They caress your pussy over the soft fabric shielding it from his raw touch. But even with the thin barrier, he can tell you feel the sparks of pleasure. Your hips wiggle a little bit. Your mind can't discern what exactly the sensation is right now. All you know is that it's starting to disturb your slumber.

You whine, the tender noise garbled and half-hearted.

"Shh-shh, sweet girl," he coos in your ear.

Upon hearing his voice, he sees your eyelids twitch as if they want to open. His middle finger slots itself between your lips and strokes with more precision. He can feel slick starting to soak through the garment. You whimper again. There's still a chance this could go so wrong, but that's part of what has his blood pumping down South to his building erection.

Your thighs part, your subconscious desire shining through. He chuckles against your neck and swirls the pad of his finger over your little bud.

"There you go. Let me in, honey," he praises.

Him speaking again is what finally draws you back into the waking world. Your eyes crack open. You're confused by what's happening; the warmth to your left side, the tingling between your legs, the raspy voice in your ears.

The moment reality clicks in your head is visible to Rick. Your eyes widen, as much as they can while your lashes are still heavy with drowsiness. Your head turns to connect your gaze with him. As he expected, the situation was jarring to you but not in a way that was completely bad. His movements slow, but they don't come to a full stop.

"Rick, what are you-"

He cuts you off by leaning in and putting his lips on yours. It felt different than you'd imagined. You'd become so used to seeing him with a beard that your daydreams always had his kisses feeling scratchy. You didn't update your ideas when he'd shaven clean. There's no scratch at all now. Nothing but his lips on yours.

His heart pounds violently within his ribcage. He pulls back, ready for your final verdict. He feels your thighs squeezing around his wrist.

"What are you doing?" you ask, your voice soft and hazy like you had asked if you were still dreaming.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" he responds, "I'm givin' you what you want." 

"Are you sure it's not what you want?" you ask.

Of course you'd still try to tease. Even when he so clearly had the upper hand.

"Oh I'm sure. You're not a mystery, sweetheart," he says quietly. He pauses for a moment but decides to to continue. "It took me having a wet dream for you to figure out you might have a chance, but I've known you've wanted me for a long time now just from how you look at me. Like you have little hearts in your eyes."

You bite your lip, both to suppress the moan bubbling in your esophagus and out of an embarrassment at how dead on he was. His finger works at you faster, sliding around in your arousal as he nips at your earlobe.

"You may as well have written 'fuck me' across your forehead, babydoll. Would've given me the same impression," he whispers.

You whine, and god, he can't get enough of how it feels to be the one teasing. For once, he's doling out the humiliation to you. You're the one with the shame boiling in your tummy and heat melting rational thought away in your brain. Your hips start to rock against his hand.

"Was this what your dream was about?" you whimper.

"No," he answers, smiling at your whiny tone, "That night you caught me I was dreaming about you sucking me off."

The mere suggestion makes your back arch and shaky breath exit your lungs. Once you're settled on the cushions again, Rick resumes filling in the details you hadn't been privy to.

"That's what got me. You were on your knees, looking up at me with those sweet eyes, pretty mouth full of cock. You were moanin', droolin' on it. You just couldn't get enough," he recalls as if talking about a memory, "I bet you love having a dick in your mouth, don't you? Lips like those were made for it."

You mewl again before nodding weakly. "I would've done it for you if you asked."

"I'm sure you would have," he smirks.

He leans in to give you more kisses as his fingers keep playing with your pussy. You keep rolling yourself into the touches. He's guessing you're getting close from the way your pace is picking up. He pulls back for a small break to catch his breath.

"Isn't this so much more fun when you're not being such a smartass?" he teases.

You pout at him as a reply. Your bottom lip wobbles as you struggle to maintain the expression. It was hard pretending to be upset when he was giving you everything you wanted.

"Don't look at me like that," he chuckles, "You're still a sweet girl. You just need the brattiness fucked out of you sometimes."

That wipes the pout away clean. Your lips part as you let out a tiny moan.

"Good girl," he croons.

But despite his praise, only a few moments later, he retracts his hand from your panties. You whine, and your eyes look up at him with a desperate urgency. He couldn't leave you like this. It would be deserved revenge for all your antics. 

"Nuh uh, none of that," he murmurs as his hand goes to push down his sweats instead, "So spoiled, and I haven't even started with you yet."

You quiet down, just relieved he's not leaving. You boost your hips to push your shorts and underwear down. He watches with satisfied eyes at your attempt to match him.

"I want you cummin' on my cock before anything else, sweet thing. Think you can do that for me?"

"Mhm," you hum softly.

Your stomach flutters and your clit throbs when his cock is finally in view. Just seeing it makes your mouth water. It's hard all for you, angry veins spanning down the shaft to the swollen head. You reach for it, but he stops you by grabbing your wrist.

"You don't get to touch it just yet. It's going inside you first. Then if you're good, I might let you play with it later," he says. 

In truth, this was the first bit of action Rick was getting in a while. Under no circumstances would he give you more ammunition for jokes by blowing his load from a handjob and then not getting it back up to fuck you proper.

You kick your bottoms all the way off as he rolls on top of you. He gives himself a few strokes of preparation before swiping his tip through your folds. A groan vibrates in his chest as the feeling of the warm, sticky fluid coating him. He lines himself up and sinks in. His hands move to the back of your knees, pushing your legs up to either side of your abdomen.

"Fuck, baby. You're tight," he grunts as he works himself between your walls.

You nod simply, still adjusting to the feeling of him stretching you out. Your walls flutter around him as if happy to finally have what you'd been craving for what feels like forever. He grunts again and tightens his grip on your legs.

A little bit more, and he's all the way in. He takes a moment to just feel it, your warm, wet, cunt sucking him in, embracing him like it was made to be his.

His forehead drops to press against yours as he begins to move. He thrusts at a moderate pace, but he makes sure to strike deep every time. Both of you are taking care to be somewhat quiet since it was the dead of night, but the sensations are strong with or without the noise.

"This what you been wantin', dolly?'” he breathes as the skin of his pelvis connects with your ass.

"Yeah, been wanting it everyday," you whimper, "I was hoping you'd have another dream."

"Oh yeah?" he asks, chuckling lowly between pants, "And you'd have been ready to help me out if it happened again, right?"

"Yeah. I needed it so bad. You don't understand," you whine. One of your hands rises up and tugs on his brown curls.

That draws a growl from him and makes him fuck into you harder.

"I do understand, pretty girl. Every time you ran that cute little mouth, I wanted to bend you over, spank that sweet cunt raw and then fuck it full," he mumbles.

Your eyes screw shut at the image he puts in your head. Your arms wrap around his neck and keep him close as can be. His hips rut into you with passion you'd never felt from anyone else before.

"That's all I wanted," you whine, clamping down around his length.

"You're gonna get it right now," he says and pounds against your hips harder.

They had morning after pills here. He'd seen a few packs in the infirmary. Cumming inside you one time would be fine. That's what his lust-driven mind told him anyways. He'd make sure to get some condoms before next time, because there would be a next time.

You wrap your legs around him and squeeze. He lets out a moan himself and slides his head over to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"Fuck, baby. You ready?" he asks.

You nod eagerly as you approach the edge yourself. You slide one hand down to your clit, giving it a few strokes to make sure you could get there with him.

His nails dig into the flesh of your hips when he cums. His jaw clenches, and he grits his teeth, using everything in him to stay quiet. And you cum seconds later. The way you pulse around him milks him dry. He spurts rope after rope of pent up release into your wanting cunt.

You tremble and whimper beneath him, your eyes unable to decide if they wanna roll back or close tight. He gently rocks his hips against you the whole time until you're both sated. Once both of your bodies are ready to give out, he pulls out of you. He drops back onto his side like he had been before and puts himself back together.

You reach down and pull your clothes back into place. He wasn't sure what was gonna happen next until you turned to look at him. Once he has a look at your expression, he can see the part of you that loves to rile him up and tease is gone right now. The vulnerable one that lurks beneath the surface has the reins right now. 

You curl up to his chest. You wanna cuddle and kiss as you come down, and he gives you that. He gives it to you until you drift off to sleep again. He's not far behind you. You'd tired him out enough that he felt he could pass out too.

He scoops you up and brings you back to the couch with him, imagining this would look better than the both of you crumpled up on the floor together in a pile of disheveled blankets. Having you tucked to his side like this was all he needed right now. He'd done more than let go tonight. He was letting you in.

But those were thoughts for tomorrow. Right now, he's content to doze off with you into a dreamless sleep. There was no need for dreams now that he had the real thing in his arms.

[carllgrimesgf]

Enemies? Yeah Right.

PAIRING: Carl Grimes x Fem Reader

Genre: smut

WARNING: MDNI! 18+, making out, cursing, choking, pnv, public?, a bit of thigh riding, hair pulling, nicknames (be warned), cry kink, SMUT, etc.

Summary: You and Carl got into another fight like always but this time he couldn’t stop what he was doing when he saw you hanging out with Ron.

Note: there no outbreaks here btw I think most of the stories that I’m gonna post here is “no outbreak” and if there anything I miss lmk!

You really don’t know how you got here on your knee’s sucking carl off. One minute you talking to Ron at the library picking comic’s for your next read then the second you’re being dragged by a very angry Carl. Right now the both of you are in a section between two book cases full of books choking on his dick. Anyone who would pass by you both would be traumatized for the rest of their life

“Yeah, just like that baby fuck.” Carl muttered closing his eye and throwing his head back holding your hair in a ponytail. Pushing you’re head further down his thick length making you gagged, you moan loving the feeling of his tip hitting down your throat it hurts like hell making your eye’s watery but you still love it

“Shh, it’s okay baby you’re doing good just a little longer”

Whining your hands go down to your clit playing with it ignoring how slippery it is. You thank to yourself in the head for wearing a skirt after all it was hot. Taking your hands away you put them on his thighs “No don’t that. Take your fucking hands off.” He ordered making you take your hands off of his thighs, tearing falling down your face. Seeing you cry made him lose it

“Shit, shit, I’m close. Oh fuck.” He said grunting as he fill your mouth full of his cum. Pulling your head off of him. He grabs your jaw in a firm but gentle hold “Open.” He ordered again making you open your mouth seeing it empty as you swallowed his cum

“Good girl.”

He roughly grab your arm pushing your body against the bookshelf facing him. Grabbing your throat, choking you lightly before bringing you into a rough kiss making you whine. You press your thigh together trying to get rid of your throbbing cunt wanting attention, but as always Carl always one step ahead knowing what you want still kissing you roughly

He pulls you lace panties to the side slipping his cock in between your thigh not putting it in your pussy and grinds between them making you whimper. He groans loving the feeling of your wetness on his cock. Oh, how much he love this. he dream of this ever since he got that one dream of you riding him feeling how tight you where making him go faster. His tip would sometimes slip in your tight hole making you gasp

And he doesn’t forget he is still mad about seeing you close with Ron earlier.

Pulling away from the kiss and from you he faces you towards the bookshelf your back facing him. Moving your hips back wanting to feel him but only to reserve your hair being pulled back making your head look up to the ceiling before you can speak he slipped his cock in you, making you gasp in pain due to his thickness but also in pleasure. your eyes rolling back feeling him moving

He didn’t give you time to adjust to his size as he began moving in and out of you rough and fast. Hearing the skin slapping together made him even more harder going faster than ever not caring if someone hears or sees them fucking his little slut out. Letting moans and whimpers out feeling the tip of his cock hit your g-spot

“Who’s cock better mine or his huh?”

“Y-yours”

“Who’s?”

Yelping as he pulls your hair back making your back arch “Yours, Yours!” You said your body shaking in pleasure as he keeps going in and out. Letting out a ‘mhm’ he begin sucking on your neck marking you as his. He want to let everyone know your his that you’re his only and no one’s. Not Ron, or fucking asher who he caught you talking too making him feel jealous. Moving his head away from your neck, panting in your ear her let’s go of your hair moving his hand down to your clit rubbing and pinching it. He moans feeling you squeeze him

“You gonna cum slut?”

“Mhm, mhm”

“Cum. cum all over my cock milk it with your cream”

You squeezing him so tight, you cum covering his cock him following after you he spilled his cum inside of you not caring if you get pregnant. after all, he wants you to be his

Pulling out with a hiss he hold’s you making sure you don’t fall. Looking down at your legs shaking he smirk at what he created before planting a small kiss on your forehead. After sometime he lets you go pulling his boxers and pants up fixing himself and then fixing you

He hug you feeling bad for going rough on you “you’re mine okay?” He said softly against your hair “But we are enemies..” you told him your mind a bit foggy. Carl chuckles “I don’t care. You’re mine now princess.” Kissing you softly and gently

Tags: @carlgrimesgfofficial @shadowybasementmiracle

Note: I’m still sick it’s been like 3 days I think. And by the end of this short story I actually throw up due to dizziness so this might be my last story until I get better maybe?. But here this! If there any mistakes lol pls!

[xoscarllet]

Warmth

PAIRING: Carl Grimes x fem! Reader

GENRE: fluff

Warning: a bit of making out but after that it’s only kisses. Nicknames (babe, sweetheart), y’all being cute (I’m single asf)

Summary: You and Carl just cuddling during Christmas Eve doing nothing but being a lovely couple.

Note: No outbreak. Some of my stories contain no outbreak!

It’s Christmas eve, your favorite time of the year were you get to spend time with your family, telling stories and all that jazz expect.. this time your are spending it with your lovely boyfriend Carl grimes. Who is currently laying down next to you giving you small kisses on your neck trying to wake you up

“Babe.. babe.. wake up” he said between kisses but all you did was turned around your back facing him making him let out a sigh before smirking having an idea on how to wake you up

Moving his hand to your side he starts tickling you making you scream in laughter “Okay! Okay! Stop! I’m awake ” You said still laughing trying to push him away, but he only brings you back tickling you even more. As he stops tickling you, he grabs your shoulder, turning you to face him while smiling at you

Moving your hair away from your face putting the strand of your hair behind your ear giving you a small smile he leans in giving you a kiss on the forehead before pulling away moving his head down to your neck wrapping his arms around your waist pulling you closer to his body

Moving your hair away from your face, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear before giving you a small smile, leaning down he gives you a kiss on the forehead as he pulls away he moves his head down to your neck, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body loving the warmth from your skin

Letting out sigh loving this moment with you “Sweetheart?” He mumbled on your neck letting out a hum as you began playing with hair Shuddering at the feeling of your finger playing his hair he lift his head a bit looking at your face “You know I love you, right?” He said looking into your eyes

“Yeah, and I love you too. You know that right?”

Hearing your response, he leans in, his nose brushes against yours, his lips finally touched yours, kissing you. You smiled into the kiss as you kiss him back tilting your head to the side making him kiss you deeper when he pulled away you were about to open your eyes but closes them again as you feel him giving you small kisses on your face making you giggling

“I have a surprise for you” he said, sitting up on the bed, grabbing something from the other side of the bed you sit up in confusion “But it’s not Christmas yet it’s not until tonight” You said to him as you see a small box on his hand wrapped up in red Christmas wrapping “Yeah I know, but I couldn’t wait any longer plus today is our one year anniversary.” He said giving you the Christmas gift

Smiling you unwrapped the red wrapping paper once that was done you open the box seeing a beautiful ring. The ring was a mirror-like sliver was glistening clean with arc structure encased with small diamonds. The main part of the ring had two separate diamond held together in a portrait form while the top diamond was bigger and the other being smaller.

“Do you like it?” He nervously asked he didn’t know what kind of ring you like so he got the prettiest one. He’s been saving his money for the couple past months to get the perfect promise ring for you and he really hoped you like- love it

“I love it. Oh my god thank you” you said hugging him before moving back to your spot. Carl grabbed the box taking out the ring and grabbed your hand putting it on your finger

You were smiling so hard your cheeks were starting to hurt so much from smiling but you didn’t care you love the ring so much you kept admiring it as Carl looks at you with love in his eyes

He swear to himself that one day he’ll marry you..

UGH SO CUTE anyways I hope y’all enjoy I was kinda rushed at the end. If there was any mistakes let me know. Also the ring lowkey sounds like a wedding ring LOL (my other accounts @carllgrimesgf and @xoscarllet )

[daryltwdixon]

what if maybe potentially perhaps you wrote a rick grimes fic

Rick Grimes x You

listen you didn't give me an actual request so what did you expect? || lightly smutty MDNI 18+, no zombie outbreak, promise I dont support cheating but I just wanted the dialogue, post coitus, dirty talk ||

The room’s quiet, your body loose, and everything smells like sex and him.

You’re laid out on the bed, sheets draping around your lower back, phone in hand as you lay on your belly. The dying afternoon light paints the room golden and warm around you as you scroll lazily through Tumblr.

The smell of sweat and Rick’s cologne—masculine spice and musk, all heat and skin and him—envelops you even as he stands feet away.

“They want me to write about you,” you say aloud, not looking up.

Rick’s by the window, shucking on a pair of jeans, belt buckle clanging as he tugs them up over his hips. He glances over his shoulder, amused.

“’Bout me?”

“Mhm,” you murmur, scrolling through your ask box, “They’re real worked up.”

He chuckles low in his throat, leans to peer out the window like he’s checking for enemy lines, then mutters, “Best hope Lori don’t have Tumblr.”

You smirk. “Or Carl.”

His head jerks around, eyebrows raised. “Or Carl,” he agrees, a little more serious this time.

Then he starts walking, slow and sure, that same gait he used to have on patrol—like he’s got all the time in the world and knows exactly what he wants. The bed dips beneath his weight as he settles behind you, broad hand sliding the sheet down, peeling it away until your bare skin is all he can see.

"I know somethin' you could tell 'em about," he murmurs, lips brushing your ear, voice thick with amusement and something else. His hand glides over the curve of your ass, palm warm, fingers greedy. “How ‘bout you start with just twenty minutes ago. Tell ‘em how you were beggin’.”

His hand smooths down your thigh, then trails back up with purpose, fingers slipping between your legs like it’s just a natural part of the conversation. Like this is still small talk.

“You could tell ‘em how wet you still are,” he murmurs, lips dragging along your jaw, voice all smoke and syrup. “Tell ‘em how I hadn’t even finished bucklin’ my jeans before you started squeezin’ your thighs together like that.”

Your breath stutters. The phone shifts slightly in your hand.

“Tell ‘em how you whined into the pillow, cryin' for more.” His thumb circles slow, lazy, practiced. “Or how you said you couldn’t take another one, and then you did. Pretty little thing, takin’ it everythin' I gave you, ain't that right?”

You let out a shaky breath, the screen of your phone blurring as your hips start to move without permission.

Rick chuckles. “Bet they’d like to hear what you sounded like when I made you come the second time. Or the third. You remember that third one, sugar? That sweet little cry you made—yeah, that was a good one, huh?”

The phone slips from your fingers, hits the mattress with a soft thud, forgotten as you twist around to face him. He grins down at you wickedly.

“They’ll live,” you mutter, voice gone hoarse.

“You sure?” he says, leaning in. His hand cradles the back of your head like he’s got all the time in the world to ruin you again.

You roll your eyes, but he’s already shifting, slotting between your thighs, mouth brushing yours in that cocky, half-teasing way that still manages to melt your spine.

“I oughta make you write it down,” he murmurs against your lips. “Every filthy little detail. Timestamp that shit. Make ‘em feel it.”

Your breath hitches as his hips grind slow against yours, not even fully hard yet but already making your legs fall open without a thought.

“Tell ‘em how I talked you through it,” he continues, voice low and lazy, like he’s reading you a bedtime story. “How I made you look at me. Made you say my name. You think they’d wanna know how many times you came on my cock last night?”

You nod—barely. Don’t even realize you’re doing it.

Rick’s eyes flick down, watching the way your mouth parts, breath catching. He shifts again, pressing in closer, just enough to make you gasp.

“Thought so,” he mutters.

Then he kisses you deep and slow, like he’s claiming it. Like the evening isn’t over. Like you still owe him a few more things worth writing down.

The phone buzzes on the mattress somewhere beside you, screen lighting up with another ask.

You don’t even look.

Let ’em wait.

hehehehehhehehe okay hoped you liked it byeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[dixons-sunshine]

Sweetest | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wounded and benched from runs for the week, Daryl was asked to watch the kids in the prison while you and some of the others worked on repairing a breach in one of the fences. One of the kids asked Daryl how he met you, his wife, and it made for a rather sweet tale.

Genre: Fluff.

Era: Prison, pre season 4.

Part of the Shopping Spree, Hangout Dreams AU.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1.6k.

A/n: This turned out worse than I hoped, better than I expected. I don't really know how to explain it, but I hope you like this! (Thank you @ddamm and @dixondystopia for giving me your favourite moments from the entire series to add to this! They were pretty much the same, so great minds truly do think alike, as they say.)

“Mr Dixon?”

At the sound of his name being called, Daryl looked up from his baby girl and locked eyes with a little girl—Mika, he believed her name was—who was staring at him with a big smile. “Yeah?” he replied, slightly bouncing his knee when Hazel began fussing a little.

Mika giggled slightly, sharing a look with her sister, Lizzie, before turning back to the archer. “Mrs Dixon is your wife, right?” she inquired, bouncing slightly on her feet.

Daryl's lips involuntarily twitched up at the mere mention of you. He nodded and shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah? Why do ya ask?”

“Well, my dad likes to talk about how he met my mom. Mr Greene has told us how he met his last wife a million times. We wanna know how you met Mrs Dixon!”

Almost as if for added emphasis, the other children all perked up and voiced their interest in knowing the tale of how Daryl met you, his beautiful wife. The archer, both amused by the children's nosiness and embarrassed by the metaphorical spotlight he was placed under, let out a small scoff and adjusted Hazel in his arms, allowing the small girl to happily toy with his fingers. “It ain't some big love story or nothin'. It'll only bore ya.”

“No, it won't,” Carl added from his position atop one of the tables. The teenager had been sulking because Rick had forbade him from helping fix the breach in the fence—where several walkers had managed to crawl through—but the chance of getting to know some insight to one of the most talked about couples in the prison brightened his mood somewhat. You and Daryl were the only couple that dated back before the outbreak, and everyone was eager to know how the two of you got together, and how you managed to keep that spark alive. “We wanna know. Come on, Daryl. Please.”

Daryl let out a small groan and rolled his eyes at the young Grimes' insistence. “Why dun' y'all go pester Glenn or somebody? M'sure he'd be more than happy to tell y'all 'bout how he met Maggie.”

“But he's told us that story a zillion times already,” one of the kids groaned. “We wanna hear your story. Please, Mr Dixon.”

Daryl let out a deep sigh. From somewhere behind him, he could hear Carol chuckle, closely followed by the chuckles of a few of the adults that were taking a break from their chores around the prison. Daryl shook his head and pursed his lips. “Y'all really wanna hear?” Almost instantly, all of the kids perked up and simultaneously voiced their clear interest, trying to talk over the other. Daryl raised his eyebrows and let out a small chuckle. “Woah, calm down. I ain't sayin' nothin' 'til y'all quiet down.” And just like that, it got so quiet, one could hear a pin drop. “Y/n and I go back many years, long 'fore all'a y'all kids were born. We're closin' in on three decades'a knowin' one another.”

“Thirty years?” Carl voiced in a disbelieving tone. “That's basically forever!”

Daryl chuckled and shrugged. “Guess ya can say tha', yeah.” Daryl shushed Hazel when she began fussing a bit, lightly tickling her stomach to coax a laugh from her. “We met when we were twelve, 'side this river in the woods outside the trailer park we lived in. I admit, I didn't know wha' to think'a her at first. Refused to talk to her fer a whole month, but she never gave up. She kept pesterin' me 'til one day, somethin' happened and I broke my quiet facade. Tha's when we started becomin' friends.” Daryl stopped and tried to hide the smile that spread across his face, but to no avail. “She, uh... She quickly became my best friend after tha'.”

“When did you start love-liking her?” one of the kids asked with a giggle, closely followed by the mischievous laughter of the other kids.

Daryl hummed and shrugged. “After she did somethin' fer my sixteenth birthday. I liked her fer a while 'fore tha', but tha' occasion was my wake-up call. My feelin's fer her slapped me righ' in the face tha' day.” He stopped and let out a small sigh before continuing. “I didn't have the balls to confess to her fer 'nother year after tha'. And when I did confess, it was righ' after we went and bought pa—” Daryl cut himself off, painfully aware of the immature teenage boys that would freak out over the mere mention of pads. Because of that, he altered the truth a little. “...Pasta fer dinner tha' nigh'. Things escalated and we kissed, and then her mom walked in.”

“No,” Beth gasped, slightly tightening her grip on Judith as she thought of the embarrassing scenario.

Daryl chuckled and shrugged. “It was embarrassin' as shi—crap, tha's fer sure, but we lived. Her mom was nice 'bout it all. Definitely didn't mean we could escape her teasin', though.” He pursed his lips as he thought of that moment, the embarrassment still fresh in his mind, even all those years later. “Her teasin' got even worse when Y/n and I eloped. She was kinda upset 'bout it, but she soon went straight back to teasin' us fer not bein' able to wait to have a proper weddin'.”

By that point, unbeknownst to the archer, the group that had been working on fixing the fence—a group that included you—had silently stepped into the part of the prison everyone was in to alert the kids to the fact that they could go play. However, once they heard what the crossbow-wielding man was talking about, they stopped and remained quiet, eager to hear about it all. And you stayed quiet as well, quite shocked that your husband was willingly telling stories about his past with you. He preferred to keep that part of his life private, but there he was, happily talking away. It made your heart swell with love and affection for the man.

“The two of you stayed together for all those years?” Zach—Beth's boyfriend—asked, leaning against the wall. When Daryl nodded, he continued. “How?”

Daryl shrugged and adjusted his daughter in his arms again, feeling her head begin to droop as she was beginning to fall asleep. “I love 'er. And fer some reason I still don't understand 'til this day, she loves me. Ain't tha' hard to stay committed to the person ya love the most. Relationships ain't always all sunshines and rainbows, but when yer with the person ya love, s'all worth it. Y/n taught me tha'. She's the sweetest person ever. I dun' know wha' I did to deserve her, but I thank my lucky stars every day tha' I get to call her mine.”

It went silent after that. The only sound that could be heard was the distant sound of walkers groaning outside the fences. That is, until Rick spoke up from behind the huntsman, startling him and alerting him to the fact that essentially everyone had heard him practically rave about you.

“Well said, brother. Well said,” Rick complimented him, a faint, teasing smile on his face. He turned towards the younger ones in the group and gestured towards the door. “Y'all can go play now. Just stay away from the fences.” And just like that, all the kids—except Carl—had forgotten their need to hear about Daryl's love story with you. They all excitedly darted out the door, their laughter fading as they disappeared out the doors.

Michonne smirked, playfully hitting you on the back. “Y/n, you never told me you found such a keeper. And you found him early on, too. You're so lucky.”

“Yeah, she is,” Carol chipped in, a teasing smile on her face as well. “Did I ever tell you about this one guy in our old camp that insulted her and Daryl instantly put him on his ass? He did accidentally reveal her pregnancy while doing so, but that's besides the point.”

“Was it Shane?” Rick asked, sighing when Carol nodded. “Yeah, of course it was,” he mumbled while he shook his head.

“Not to mention how he nearly killed Jenner because he wouldn't let us out—well, wouldn't let them out. He didn't care much for us back then. We all know he only wanted the doors open so that Y/n was safe,” Glenn piped in.

“Aw,” Michonne cooed teasingly. “That is so sweet, Daryl. You're just a big teddy bear.”

Daryl ducked his head in embarrassment as the others joined in on the teasing as well. He could feel his cheeks flush, and he would've gotten up and bolted from the embarrassing situation, had it not been for the fact that Hazel had just fallen asleep, and he didn't want to wake her.

The feeling of your hand being rested on his shoulder almost instantly made him calm down, your familiar touch bringing a sense of comfort to him. The rest of the group were to busy relaying their favourite moments they had seen between the two of you to notice this interaction, and the archer was glad about that. He was also glad that they couldn't hear what you whispered in his ear, because although Daryl Dixon wasn't a selfish man, the others didn't have to hear these words you clearly meant just for him:

“I'm proud of you. You climbed out of your shell today and did something I know you don't always enjoy doing. You're amazing, Daryl Dixon, and I love you so much.” You placed a soft, tender kiss on his cheek. “You really are the sweetest person ever.”

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[angelseraphines]

ೃ⁀➷ wild at heart ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🦢 ꒱

╰┈➤ rick grimes x greene!reader headcanons

a/n: i would like to give a special thank you to @lumillsie for the layout of this post and for the filter used on the header!

╰┈➤ as the middle greene sister, you possessed the fierce loyalty of maggie, the eldest, tempered by the gentle quietude of beth, the youngest. the bond between the greene sisters was as thick as the bark of an oak tree, strong and enduring. though you welcomed a few close friends into your life, it was in the company of maggie and beth that you discovered solace and understanding, a sanctuary from the world. you and beth being the daughters of your father’s second wife made no difference to maggie, all that mattered was that you were flesh and blood, a greene.

╰┈➤ when the outbreak began, your world unraveled. acquaintances and friends went missing or left the georgia countryside, resources were scarce and so your focus on your education was abandoned for the sake of your family, you could not leave your father’s farm, it wasn’t safe, despite your father’s belief in that a cure could be found. your days were spent hauling haystacks and knelt over the rich soil, your skin burning beneath the scorching rays of the sun.

╰┈➤ it had been a peaceful morning when he arrived, a man stained in his dying son’s blood and blue eyes clouded with terror. you were drinking chamomile tea on the porch with maggie when your brother-in-law, otis, came rushing, gasping for air, yelling that a boy had been accidentally shot in the chest and needed medical treatment. maggie would go find your father, you would go help the man with his son. he said nothing then as you took the pallid boy in your arms, you would briefly look into the eyes of the man. his gaze and the distress etched onto his white face told of the love he bore for his young son.

╰┈➤ you would not learn his name until later that night, the man was rick grimes, once a sheriff from a nearby county. in the spare room where the boy had been laid for your father to deal with the bullet shards in his chest, rick had been sat by his son’s side since he arrived. with his head hung low and skin drained dry of color, he would speak to you as you inserted the needle into the crook of his elbow for the blood transfusion. “when will your father begin with the operation?” rick slurred out. he had given far more than the safe amount of blood, you would not answer his question concerning the procedure as you were unsure and didn’t want to worry him any further, but you would warn him about the danger of donating more blood. as weak as he was, rick shook his head and stuck his arm out for the next transfusion, stating that carl was his son, his life was worth little without his family.

╰┈➤ when shane broke the news that otis was mauled by walkers on the mission to retrieve the necessary supplies to save carl’s life, you broke down in tears. maggie was left distraught and left the farmhouse to grieve on the porch, beth locked herself in her bedroom and wept all night, you would go on to assist in the bullet fragment removal in spite of your anguish, you had responsibilities that could not be forgotten in the name of misery. rick would come find you after the operation had been completed successfully, “i’m sorry about otis, he was a good man.” the grave weight of his tone left no doubt of his sincerity. you thanked him for kindness and expressed that you were simply grateful otis had not died in vain, but to save a child’s life.

╰┈➤ life returned to its more mundane state, only it was not only her family present, but rick grimes and the entirety of his group, living half a mile or so from the family farm. you had met some of them, but it was rick grimes who caught your interest. he was a true southern man, family-oriented and self-righteous in his beliefs, but you didn’t find that to be an unappealing characteristic. you were coming to realize that in dire times such as these, honor was something humanity desperately needed to cling onto.

╰┈➤ maggie knew you as if you were the palm of her hand, she would tease you endlessly for your little crush on the former sheriff. flustered, you would retort by bringing up her growing relationship with glenn rhee, to which maggie would toss an apple at you for your mockery. you were somewhat ashamed and tried your best to keep your affection for rick buried in your heart, as not only was he two decades your senior, but he was married to a woman named lori and had a young child. though there were times when you questioned how happy his relationship with his wife was, but you figured it was your fascination with him that clouded your judgment.

╰┈➤ you tried your best to push aside your feelings for rick, but days turned into weeks, and your sentiments toward him only became more serious. you were shy around him, a stark contrast to your usual demeanor which was lively and friendly. rick would go on to jest, saying, “you’re as quiet as a damn mouse.” the mirth in his eyes meant he was only joking, but your father would overhear this conversation in passing. when rick left to go deal with personal matters, your father would stop you, warning you that you should stay away from rick grimes. when you argued that he was a good man and your relationship with him was innocuous, your father shook his head, telling you they would have to leave sooner or later, he was responsible for his family, not for these strangers who indulged in their strained resources. you would accuse your father of being inhumane, of essentially sending them away to die, and would refuse to speak to him the rest of the day.

╰┈➤ you would come to find out that because of a botched plan to secretly meet between maggie and glenn your father’s secret barn harboring walkers was discovered by rick and his group. rick’s so-called best friend, shane, demanded with a great deal of aggression that all the walkers be slaughtered for everyone’s safety, but these were your friends and family. your father had explained these people were merely ailing, and that once he found a way to treat them, they would return to their previous state, a notion you were becoming to doubt. yet, you still held to a sliver of hope that your mother and your brother could be saved. rick came to confront you about this revelation when you were returning from the chicken coop, “you knew the entire time? and you didn’t say anything?” the question angered you, and for the first time since he had arrived, you were not so enamored by his charm. you answered that your father knew his best how to handle his affairs and went about your daily routine of chores, but you would be distracted as you picked root vegetables and swept the kitchen floor.

╰┈➤ it was the next morning you woke to the sound of gunfire and wailing, terrified, you hastily pull on your leather boots and head outside to find your father’s barn full of walkers, its old wood tattered by bullets and the rotten corpses of family and friends left on the gritty dirt. shane walsh had decided to take matters into his own hands and kill every walker in the barn. you collapsed seeing beth cradling your mother’s barely recognizable corpse. rick would rush to get you to your feet, trying desperately to reassure you, but you pushed him aside and crawled to your sister’s side. when your mother’s corpse began to twitch and her jaw hung open, growling, she reached out to grip beth with thin claws, rick would raise his pistol and shoot her in the head. you then came to grasp what a walker truly was, they were not alive nor sick, that creature who attempted to kill your sister was not your mother, your mother was dead, your brother was dead, the corpses you saw were a monstrous husk of what your loved ones once were.

╰┈➤ your father would disappear from the farm, presumably to return to alcohol to cope, and beth was left in a catatonic state. you stayed in the farmhouse, isolating yourself as you tried to come to terms with what had occurred. it was later that evening when there was a gentle knock on your bedroom door, you were surprised to open it and reveal a rather fatigued rick grimes, standing there with a furrowed brow and a slight frown. he asked if he could come inside and you let him in. you donned only a lace nightgown that fell right below your knee and your long hair was worn loose, tumbling about your shoulders. “i wanted to say how sorry i am for what went down today. i might have been wary about the barn situation, but what shane did… that was no way to handle this.” you were silent for a minute, then told him that he was right about the walkers, they weren’t sick, they weren’t alive, and you couldn’t comprehend how her father didn’t know that. you questioned if he was perhaps in denial, unable to deal with his wife and son’s passing. rick was uncertain himself, but assured you that regardless of any mistakes your father made, he loved you and your sisters dearly. with tears welling in your eyes, rick would instinctively pull you in for an embrace in an attempt to console you, an act that was unexpected, but not unwelcome by any means.

╰┈➤ when he pulled away, you bid him farewell and wished him a good night, kissing him lightly on the cheek before he left. he smiled at you, “i’ll have your father back at home before dawn.” his gaze lingering on you before he headed for the doorway. maggie happened to come to check on you as rick left, he acknowledged her with a nod and headed for the staircase. your sister cast you a harsh glare, saying while she trusted you and rick, you should be cautious in such treacherous times, that others might not see their relationship as so innocent, especially his wife. you didn’t say anything, maggie gave you one last bit of advice before leaving, “don’t let a married man in your room at night.”

a/n: i apologize if this was a little light on the romance, however if you guys to do wish to see multiple parts i promise there would definitely be more between rick and the greene sister! let me know if you want to see a certain era such as the prison arc or alexandria arc, i chose the greene farm for the setting as season two is my personal favorite from the walking dead. i also write for many other the walking dead characters so be sure to check out my masterlist and let me know if you have any requests! 🤍

[celandeline]

Things Have Changed (Carl Grimes x Reader)

Part 1 of 9; Carl is alive and a young adult, Alexandria isn't blown up and abandoned and reader is Deanna's kid. The idea of a sort of rivals-to-lovers thing with Carl and Monroe!reader both being leaders in the community has been eating me so here you go. And of course, I'm dedicating this first part to @princess312

Things have changed, since you were younger. Long gone are the idyllic days of your parents building the Alexandria Safe Zone. You still remember your father’s glee upon discovering the plethora of building materials at the nearby mall, you still have his first blueprints for the wall he would make out of them. You can remember how people had flocked to your mother for guidance, relying on her skills as a senator to hold the burgeoning community together. You remember Spencer’s initial breakdown, when the reality of the outbreak had set in. You remember the first time Aiden went out scouting for supplies, only to come back shaking like a leaf, the blood of the undead splattered across his front. 

You remember how Rick Grimes had looked, scruffy and terrifying, through the flimsy chain-link gate. You remember your mother welcoming him with open arms. 

You remember hating him, and everyone he brought with him, at first. How could you not, after Glenn came back from a trip to get supplies and Aiden didn’t? How could you not, when it was Rick who picked a fight with Ron’s dad, a fight that ended up getting your own father killed? How could you not, when it was Rick who brought the Saviors to your door, and Negan spilled Spencer’s guts across the pavement not twenty feet from your house? 

But Rick Grimes is dead, sacrificed himself to stop a herd of walkers from destroying everything your parents had worked for. And you’re the last Monroe standing, all alone in a house full of ghosts, doing your best to keep your mother’s legacy alive. You have her in your head constantly, reminding you of the things she believed, of the good in humanity, of working together to reach common goals. But it’s hard, when-

“It’s exhausting.” The man complains. You’ve seen him around before - he’s a more recent addition to the community, brought in by Aaron. Who you glance at, and he meets your gaze almost sheepishly. “We’re expected to constantly work in exchange for just barely enough food to feed us all. It’s just not sustainable, and not what we were promised.” He pins a look at Aaron.

Elbow on the council table, you lean your mouth against your hand. Everything in you wants to snap at him, ‘just leave then’. But you dont. Because you weren’t elected to serve on the Alexandrian council to be mean, you were elected because of your foundational status in this community, and because your mother had imparted some of her wisdom on you. Enough wisdom for you to hold your tongue.

“No one’s keeping you or your group here.” A voice rings out from the other end of the long table, and you sigh, closing your eyes for a brief moment of peace. Carl did not receive such wisdom from his parents, apparently. 

“Carl.” Gabriels soft warning causes you to open your eyes, looking down to the opposite end of the council table. Carl shrugs, as if to say ‘what else is there to say about it?’ leaning back in his seat to balance on the back two legs of his chair. One icy blue eye meets yours, and you look away, back to the man standing in front of you.

You used to not like him, either, given that he was part of the group that ruined everything you had in Alexandria upon their arrival. But things have changed. You’re both older, and without parents. You share responsibilities on the council, you’re both important community figures. It’s hard to keep a steady dislike of him when you have to work together so often. And he’s not bad, even outside of work. Maybe it's the distinct lack of other people your age in Alexandria, or maybe it's that you got the wrong first impression of him from Ron way back when. But he’s not bad (even if you would never admit it to anyone).

“We all do our fair share.” You chime in. “No one- not even us sitting at this table,” You gesture to your fellow council members. “Are exempt from it. Hard physical labor is what makes a place like this possible. Me and my family built these walls with our bare hands. I understand that it’s an adjustment, and it’s not easy, but that's how we build community. That’s how we survive.”

“But, of course, we take your complaints seriously and will review you and your group's work schedules.” Gabriel chimes in, shooting a glance in your direction. 

You resist the urge to roll your eyes. You’ve seen this exact phenomena before - Aaron brings someone new to the community, and they’re expecting some portal back to the way things were before the outbreak. But participating in a place like this isn’t a 9-5, more of a 24/7. “Right. Of course.” You say. “Thank you for bringing your concerns to the table, um…” You trail off upon realizing you don’t actually know this man’s name. 

He frowns. “John.”

“John.” You say. “Thank you.”

A tad dejected, he nods, and retreats to sit among the pews of the church. When no one else steps forward, you rise from your seat, planting your hands on the table as your chair scrapes across the wooden floor. “If there aren’t any more issues to be raised, I’d like to motion to adjourn for today.”

“Seconded.” Carl says from the other end of the table, leaning forward so all four of his chair legs find the ground again. 

“Then we’re adjourned.” Gabriel says, rising from his seat as well. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

The church breaks into quiet chatter as people gather their things and make their way towards the chapel doors. You start rolling up the blueprints you had brought with you to the meeting today - old sketches of your dads, plans for expansions, an irrigation system, more space-efficient farm layouts. The goal of todays council meeting had been to discuss future building plans, but of course, that had been derailed almost as soon as you’d started. This isn't the first time its happened, of course - but that doesn't mean it gets less frustrating.

“Want a hand?”

You glance up to see Carl watching you work, idling in front of the table. You don’t bother responding, simply pressing some of the rolled-up plans into his hands while you finish up with the others. Handing those to him as well, you come around the table and start towards the doors, grinning to yourself as Carl struggles to keep all the scrolls together. 

“When I offered I didn’t mean-”

“I’ll get the doors.” You cut him off, tossing him a smile over your shoulder. 

The evening air is still warm and a bit humid, even though the sun is just a sliver over the walls when you step outside, Carl in your wake. Tucking your hands in your pockets, you start down the street to your house at a leisurely pace. Carl finally jostles the blueprints into a comfortable hold, tucking some of them under his arm, and falls in step beside you. You walk in silence for a moment, breathing in the peace of the evening. 

“I’m so glad you told that guy to shut up before I did.” You say, glancing at him. 

The corner of Carl’s mouth tips upward. “I could tell you were thinking it.”

Its that kind of small thing that’s made him grow on you over the years - even when you were more adamant in your dislike of him. He just gets you and as much as it used to drive you crazy, you appreciate it now. There’s something unique about your shared situation, being old enough to remember the world as it was before, but young enough that most of your formative years have been in a walker-infested reality. And now that Enid’s taken up residence at the Hilltop with her new boyfriend, Carl’s the only other person that really understands where you’re coming from. 

“I’m sure Gabe is going to say something to you about it.” You say. 

“Oh, definitely.” Carl agrees, shifting the blueprints around in his hold again. 

Another patch of silence stretches between you for a moment and you sigh, rolling your shoulders in an attempt to ease some of the soreness there. 

“What’s your schedule looking like the rest of the week?” Carl asks. 

“Still doing maintenance.” You gripe halfheartedly. In addition to being on the council, you’re the head of the construction crew, armed with your father’s architecture textbooks and personal notes. After the Saviors last hurrah, there's still a lot to be repaired, and progress is going slower than you’d like. You’re still making progress though, which is more than some of the other work designations can say. “It’s a pain in the ass, having to decipher my dad’s notes and then teach it to other people.” You sigh again, turning to glance at him. “Still doing scavenging runs?”

“Yeah.” Carl says. “I don't know how much more we can scrape out of the surrounding area though. Might have to start sending people out further which is… risky, to say the least. I’d go myself, but with Judith…” He trails off. 

You hum, understanding. “Tough.”

“And then council on top of it all.” He says, rolling his eye. “Everyone’s always upset that we’re not bringing back more supplies but no one wants to volunteer to go out scavenging.”

“I’d go with you, if I trusted my guys not to fall apart without me.” You grin. 

“‘Ppreciate it.” He says, a hint of humor in his tone. 

The conversation dies as your house comes into view, and you take the porch steps two at a time, pulling the keychain connected to your house key from your pocket and flipping it around to slot the key into your door. Pushing it open, you step inside, holding it so that Carl can dart in after you. 

“Sorry for the mess.” You say, leading the way to the dining room. It’s hard, gathering the courage to clean when cleaning means sorting through your dead family members belongings. Swiping your arm across the mess-laden dining room table, you make space among the piles of papers and notes. 

Carl dumps the blueprints onto the table, quickly stopping them from rolling off the edge. “I get it.” He says. “I’ll be honest, Judith does most of the cleaning at ours.” 

“Thanks for carrying those.” You say, leaning against the table. 

“No problem.” He returns easily. 

Silence falls again, this time less comfortable than when you were walking in the muggy evening air. You feel like you should return the favor somehow, ask him if he wants something to drink or… something. But before you can say anything, he’s tipping his hat at you and stepping back towards the door. 

“I’ll see you around.” He says softly, opening your front door and stepping back out onto the porch. 

You follow him, leaning against the door frame to see him off. “Yeah, I’ll see you around.” You repeat, mouth curling upwards slightly around the words. 

Carl smiles at you and in the soft light of the sunset, he looks almost golden. The evening shadows paint his face in sharp relief with shadows, accentuating his already striking features even more. You drink him in, almost without realizing, the moment only breaking when the porch step creaks as he steps down, waving at you once more as he heads back to his own home. You shut the door, and lock it out of habit, your heart beating a little too fast in your chest, and lower yourself down to sit at the base of your stairs, leaning against the railing with a groan. 

It makes sense, scientifically speaking. It was only a matter of time before you found yourself with… feelings towards Carl, given that you were pretty much the only people in your age bracket in the community. But it's still embarrassing, realizing you have a crush. On a boy. A boy that you used to not even speak to out of principle, no less. If your younger self could see you now, they would be appalled. A crush on Carl? Disgraceful. 

But here you are, having just blatantly checked him out on your front porch, after he’d carried your papers home for you after council… you sigh. 

Things have certainly changed.

[next part]

[grimespial]

His Favourite Nurse

Rick Grimes x Nurse!Male Reader

You first met when he came into your hospital, shot on the job, and you were assigned to his case

When everything went down, you stayed, though not on purpose, stepping out meant getting killed

The only patient left was Rick Grimes, and considering you were still there, might as well care for him

It was honestly a mirace that he woke up, and he took you along with him on his mission to find his family, even though it didn't seem very likely.

The relationship just happened, except you both tried to push it away.

Rick has a wife and a kid, nothing could happen between you two. Never.

But there was an underlying 'softness' to your friendship, stemming from the way you cared for him, a complete stranger.

As time went by, Lori had passed, and you had just grown closer but still ignored the feelings.

Rick and Lori's marriage hadn't been the greatest even before the outbreak, and it broke down more finding out about Lori and Shane

But you being around also broke down the marriage, not in a bad way though

It was easier to see crack in their marriage when you were around, how much you cared for everyone, you just wanted to help, how you looked after him in the hospital

Oh and how you cared for Carl. It melted him. You helped him during surgery and constantly looked after him, it was sort of shocking you only met him recently.

When you first kissed you practically made him sign a waiver with how often you asked if he was sure about it

There was an underlying nagging feeling of guilt that he constantly reassured you wasn't rational or true

Carl didn't understand at first, only slightly confused about his dad dating both a man and a woman but that was easily explained, what confused him more was how his dad moved on.

He had to explain how they were having problems beforehand, how it was nobody's fault, it's just something that happens sometimes.

Rick loves PDA, his hands have to be touching you somewhere, if he wants a kiss he will happily, shamelessly suggest or ask for one.

Alot of the time you have to make him rest, he gets so focused on leading or protecting he forgets about his own health.

You do have to tell him sometimes that you can do things, he doesn't need to practically lock you up or hide you away.

If anyone needs to convince Rick of anything (like going to Alexandria) they go to you because he'll listen

An arm will be around your waist or shoulder, if his hands are full he'll just make sure you're close

Rick practically wastes away if he doesn't get kisses every day, its like his life support

Everytime he gets aggressive like with the claimers, he's worried he'll scare you away, but he just falls in love even more when you praise him for defending everyone while patching him up

You're also just as protective, but in a more subtle way, Rick makes sure they know he's defending you, but you have more 'self control' and will snap, especially if Carl is threatened

It's made a joke that you're the most dangerous because you know the human body and where will kill.

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

In Defense of Lori Grimes

"Michonne is so much better than Lori because she searched for Rick for years while thinking he might be dead when Lori got together with Shane after a few days of Rick being dead"

Something I am so disgustingly sick of seeing in The Walking Dead fandom is the intense sexism in comparing the female characters to each other and pitting them against each other (especially on the basis of those female characters being love interests to the same man or potential love interests to the same man) - the kind of misogynist mindset that the show itself tried to take apart and guide us away from in the most hand-holding way.

I am so sick of seeing characters like Beth and Lori being shit on for being "weak" and seeing characters like Lori and Andrea have their deaths literally celebrated and cheered on by fans just because they were in a relationship with a male character that you didn't approve of.

And genuinely, I think it is intensely unfair to compare Lori and Michonne when their circumstances were so entirely different.

(Potential TW for discussion of Shane's canon assault on Lori.)

Can you genuinely imagine Lori - someone with 0 weapons training, whose ultimate priority was to take care of her young child, marching into a place that was full of Walkers (and active chaos because the outbreak was still so new) and was shown to be full of military personnel actively shooting at innocent civilians because they were afraid that people were infected - just because she herself had to check that Rick was alive and somehow had to rescue him. Rather than trusting the word of someone she had known for years who had no reason to lie to her about Rick's death, and, as far as he was concerned, fully believed that Rick was dead.

And I know that a lot of people get pissy because they think that Lori and Shane engaging in a sexual and/or romantic relationship so soon after Rick's death was tasteless - and I think you are fucking annoying and braindead for having this take. First of all, mourning looks like a lot of different things for a lot of different people. For Hershel, it was drinking, for Beth, it was wanting to take her own life, for Rick after Lori's death, it was experiencing hallucinations - and for some people, mourning might mean seeking comfort in another person.

And I don't understand why people seem to blame Lori for this inappropriate relationship more so than they do Shane? I think Shane is a fascinating character to dissect, and right from the get to, his very first speech shows how he is inherently sexist, and one of the core parts of his character is how he views Lori and Carl as a prize. He never truly loved them as people - which is why he finds it so easily to sexually assault Lori out of anger rather than leaving her alone, trying to claim her as a piece of property he feels rightful to, and later in Season 2 when he is further emotionally devolving, he doesn't truly care to watch over Carl and care for his safety, he only runs around talking about the things he has already done to keep Carl safe.

During 18 Miles Out, Shane says to Rick "I swear I never looked at her before that, man" - talking about how (supposedly) he never had romantic interest in Lori before Rick's 'death', and I think that the only reason this line was put into the script is because Shane is lying here. Because he knows Rick is suspicious that it was a long term affair or at least, that it was a some kind of scheme on Shane's part, and Shane is trying to exonerate himself - especially because he's trying to lure Rick into a false sense of security right before he kills him.

I do genuinely believe that Shane admired Lori from afar for a long time, not only because she's attractive, but because she represents everything he wanted in a woman - she is a stay at home mom, she's a house wife. She fits very easily into that little box that Shane wants to put all women into. Especially because during his opening speech, he says "every woman I ever let have a key" - he denotes the women in his life as roommates. He's clearly never gotten past the stage in a relationship where he lives with a woman for more than a few weeks because he wants a cooking, cleaning house wife - but nobody will put up with him and his attitude for long enough to give him that.

And then there's the fact that he purposefully kept Lori close after Rick 'died'. When (who they don't know is Rick) comes through on the CB, Lori asks if she can go off by herself to put up signs on the highway to warn people away from the city (and she doesn't know it, but doing this would have guided Rick to their camp a lot faster and easier). And Shane refuses to let her go off by herself. He claims that it's because he doesn't want to leave Carl as an orphan, but he ends the conversation with a kiss - cementing that he is her caregiver, her authority and that she needs him.

Imagine how intensely vulnerable Lori was after Rick had just 'died' and in her mind, she was a widow. Her son would never have a father again and she was now living in a scary, dangerous world where her protector was dead. And Shane is lingering around her, keeping her close by - we do not get to see their first kiss in the show, but every single romantic touch between the two of them is initiated by Shane. And I think it is a bit of a psychological power imbalance that she was mourning and scared and he was straight headed enough to lead the entire quarry group, and somehow they ended up in a sexual relationship together.

I would be willing to bet that Shane is the one who started that first romantic/sexual encounter. (And for the record, I am not calling all of their encounters rape or assault, I am just saying that he took advantage of her vulnerable emotional state.)

And comparing that to Michonne - who (when Rick 'died' on the bridge) was someone intensely skilled in combat and survival and perfectly okay to go out on her own to search for him, and had someone else to take care of her children in the meantime in a steady, stable community while she was gone... I feel like it's a totally unfair comparison. Especially because Michonne didn't have a predator that she already had a trusting established relationship with waiting over her shoulder to bounce on her vulnerable emotions.

I love Michonne and Lori both so much, but saying that Michonne better because she searched for Rick and Lori didn't is SO UNFAIR.

Also if you are one of those people who cheers when Lori dies, I am severely judging you

[glossykissies]

toying with the idea of reader bein carls babysitter before the outbreak n u were stranded at the grimes house when shane came to save u all <3 him askin lori “how uh… how olds the babysitter?” once you’re all in a safe spot n lori rolling her eyes n saying “oh keep it in your pants, shane.” <3

[rockstarlover123]

~ farmers daughter ~

part 1

daryl dixon x female reader

setting: s2

summary:

you're hershel greenes middle daughter. one day, as you're sitting on the fence by the horses, you see a man running through the field with what looked like a kid in his arms.

(also this'll be more then one part but school is a lot for me so I won't be so quick with new parts, also haven't written a actually fic in years so bare with me)

I was sitting on the horse fence, half in half out petting my white horse, daisy.

I wiped my head at the sound of yelling and see a man running through the field with a boy in his arms, I hoped off the fence making sure my knife was accessible since you never know who someone is nowadays.

I run toward the house behind the man as I see my father and sisters on the porch, panting I get to the porch right behind the man who is screaming and crying like someone just ruined his life.

I looked in his arms at the boy, he was young probably only 11 or 12 and shot.

my dad rushed the boy into the guest room and started to examine him and talk to the man who's name is Rick grimes.

when I finally snapped out of my trance of shock from the shot I heard my dad raising his voice for Rick to step back.

"Here, sit here." I laid my arm on Rick's shoulder and gently pushing him back into a chair on the corner, trying to calm him as my father works to get the bullet out of the boy.

after Rick's son was wrapped up he was still out but everyone was more relaxed

"i got as many pieces of the bullet I can get out with the resources we have, he should wake up soon but it could take a while." my dad said

rick nodded he looked exhausted.

"Why don't you rest here" I said softly

"his mother" Rick said

I looked at my dad

"She's out there she doesn't know carl got-"

"I'll go find her" I nodded to Rick and walked away my father following me

"y/n you're not going out there it's to dangerous" my dad followed me down the hallway before I stopped and turned to look at him

"daddy I can take care of myself and I won't go far" I nodded grabbing his hand and kissing his cheek.

before he could fight anymore I opened the door stepping out, it was around 4pm so it was getting colder even if the sun wouldn't set for a couple hours.

I had my knife and a handgun on my belt, before the outbreak I used to hunt with my uncle so I was familiar with shooting.

"Hey daisy" I pet my horse before getting the saddle ready

I hoped on the saddle and with one command daisy started going, walking across the field as we got into the woods following the trail from where Rick had moved.

I heard a branch snap, and two walkers came in front of the horse, making her buck up with a loud squeal, making me fall to the ground

"daisy no!" I said as she ran back the way I came to home

"shit!" I said as the walkers got closer.

I stabbed one in the shoulder pushing it back away from me and yelled when i felt one on my back trying to bite me

I stabbed one and tried to shake one off my back till I heard the sound of a crossbow and the walker fall.

I looked around trying to find where the sound came from, my knife held high incase more danger

then into my vision came a blonde woman, a dark haired women, a short haired guy with a crossbow, and a few other people.

"is one of you lori" I said quick

"Yes I'm lori?" the dark haired women stepped forward

"You have to come with me quick, Rick's at my dad's farm. Carl's been shot!" I said with urgency

I saw the panic fill her face and she walked over to follow me

"we don't even know this girl" the redneck threw his arm forward

neither I nor Lori turned to him. we just ran as everyone else eventually fell into our steps.

~ very short ik but it's midnight and I'm tired, I'll update when part two comes out. comment for story tags!! ~

[billieonmars]

Carl Grimes x Male!reader

Jealousy

Summary: this is based off of the headcanon I did about Carl and Y/N being jealous in Alexandria.

Warnings: very brief mention of parents death, and one detailed kiss

Alexandria was safe. Y/N and Carl had never felt so safe since the prison and even then they could never be sure if they were truly safe. When they first entered the walls of Alexandria they were all suspicious. It was too good to be true; running water, electricity, and free mansions. After a few weeks they settled in. Things began to change little by little; people slept more, ate more, and therefore became happier. However, one thing never changed.

Y/N and Carl were always stuck at the hip. How could they separate when they've been together since everything started? When they were separated from everyone else they always ended up the only ones together. From the first camp outside Atlanta, to the farm, to the prison, now Alexandria, and everything in between.

It was well known information within the group that where you would find Carl, you would find Y/N. When they were hunkered down in the camp outside of Atlanta, their parents had to stop them from sleeping in the same tent just to keep them from giggling and whispering instead of actually sleeping. And when Carl was shot, Y/N was beside himself with fear. At first he cried and cried until there were no tears left. Then he held Carl's hand until the boy opened his eyes and reassured him that he was alive.

Nothing changed when they got their homes in Alexandria. After Y/N's parents died, it was a silent agreement that Y/N was a part of Carl, Rick, and Judith's little family. No words needed to be spoken when the two boys placed their bags of dirty, too big or small clothes in the same room. And no words were spoken about the fact that there was only one bed. No one even said anything when hand holding turned to kisses on foreheads, and then into quick pecks on the lips.

So, yes, everyone was well aware that Carl and Y/N were together, and that they had no intention of breaking up. Well, almost everyone knew or just didn't care.

When Jessie Anderson came to Rick and told him that Ron was excited to meet Carl and Y/N, they were both nervous. It was going to be their first time hanging out with other kids their age in a long time. Sure they had friends in the prison, but that all ended fairly quickly. For all they knew, Alexandria was permanent. They had all the supplies to keep people in and walls to keep walkers out.

Y/N was nervous around Ron when they first met, Carl was too. They weren't afraid of him; Y/N was sure either of them would be able to take him down if he tried anything. Ron just felt like a real teenager, one that you would've met in high school and would wonder if he was laughing at you behind your back. He felt like a popular kid thrown into an apocalypse. Y/N found the thought funny; popular kids, jocks, nerds, loners, in an apocalypse. How could they still form cliques when the world had ended?

He supposed he would've been a nerd. Even before the outbreak when he was only 10 or 11 years old he was always reading things like adventures, mysteries, or just stupid comedies. In his heart he felt like Carl would also be a nerd, but maybe a different type. He would play video games and be awkward around peers, he would read too, but only comics.

Then he met Enid and Mikey. He couldn't get a read on Mikey, the boy was kind of just there. But Enid, he could read. She acted like a loner; cold, few words, and just plain bitchy at times. He knew she was trying to put up an act of indifference; maybe trying to put herself out of the spotlight. What she didn't understand was that her actions made the spotlight bright up her entire being. But Y/N had a feeling that something wasn't right in her 'lonerness.' he couldn't place it but also didn't read much into it, after all she was also from the outside. He understood how she felt thrown into this happy-go-lucky town.

He didn't think much of her attitude until he looked at Carl. He was staring at Enid, not even trying to be inconspicuous. A spark of jealousy flared up inside Y/N's chest. It started burning bright with red and yellow flames. He didn't know why the flame of jealousy was ignited so quickly or why it burned so hot. Suddenly, Ron was speaking again.

"We can play video games. Or Mikey's dad has a pool table but he's a little strict about it."

Ron's question broke him from the jealousy filled stare he was sending to Enid. Y/N didn't care about what they did, as long as he stayed by Carl and wasn't expected to talk much. Carl was then looking away from Enid and seemed nervous trying to take it all in. Before Carl said anything he looked to Y/N who leaned just a little bit closer to his side.

"It's okay if you don't really want to do anything. You don't even need to talk. Hell, it took Enid three weeks to even say anything." Then suddenly that flare of jealousy returned as Carl's attention was brought to Enid once again.

"Let's play video games." Carl, thankfully, answered for both of them. Y/N didn't know if the influx of emotions would allow him to speak at all.

A controller was handed to Y/N but he gave it back, saying he would be fine just watching. It was the truth as after seeing the way Carl was looking at Enid, he didn't feel like doing much of anything. He didn't know how to feel, it was all so weird. Before that moment Y/N had never even considered the possibility of Carl leaving him for someone else. It was always just them and adults, no other teens. He didn't even want to start thinking about the fact that Enid was the first teenage girl (besides Beth) that they had seen. What if Carl had only dated him because there were no girls around?

He tried to think rationally as Carl, Ron, and Mikey smashed the buttons on their controllers. The look wasn't romantic; he knew what Carl looked like when he loved something. It was the look he got when he found a fully intact comic book, or a can of his favourite food after starving for 2 days. Or the look he gave Y/N when he would wake up snuggled into Carl's side.

No, it wasn't romantic but it was still a look of interest. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Carl wouldn't leave him, not if it was the last thing he did. Carl loved him, he told him himself the night before. Everything would be alright. Without opening his eyes he leaned his head on Carl's shoulder and scooched a little closer. His thoughts were made up when Carl kissed his hair and continued playing his game, all while Enid looked at them from the bed.

The day after hanging out with Carl, Ron, Mikey, and Enid, was a little strange. First, Carl was asked to make a run. Y/N had no idea why they would do this as the people of Alexandria seemed to be hell-bent on keeping the kids safe. He hated when Carl went on runs because not only was he already worrying about Rick, he was now worrying about Carl. They were his family, and Judith's too. However, being from the outside, it was nothing new to the boys so Y/N sucked it up and didn't complain. After a hug, kiss, and promises of being safe, Carl was off with Rick and the others.

Second, once he watched the car drive off, Y/N went to go back to his shared room with Carl. His plans were interrupted by Carol.

"You're not wasting your day away in bed." Y/N was surprised when Carol even started talking to him. He didn't think that anyone besides Carl or Rick cared about what he did.

"I'm not, I'm enjoying my day in bed." He could hear the sass slip into his voice, but Carol just smiled.

"You can't just leave the house with Carl, you know. You need to find independence." Y/N rolled his eyes but turned back out the door anyways.

"What do you know?" He mumbled quietly to himself. Carol heard but only smiled; satisfied that he listened.

In the moment, he was annoyed. His boyfriend was gone and there was a pretty big chance that he wasn't coming back; it was too easy to be overrun by walkers. On top of that, it had been forever since he had his own bed. He felt as if he should be able to enjoy it for as long as he could; not every safe haven has lasted them. But looking back, he was glad. If he had stayed in bed his thoughts would have run with so many things he would have ended up crying himself hysterical.

He found himself wandering around Alexandria, looking at the gardens and kids playing in the streets. Eventually looking at the garden and the kids got boring and he started kicking a rock, watching as it skidded across the pavement almost like skipping a stone in water. The noise was satisfying; a pitter-patter of stone against stone. Before the dead-eating-men fiasco, Y/N would have found this boring. His mind was molded for video games, cartoons, and short, extreme bursts of serotonin. After the fiasco, life could be as simple as skipping a rock. To get those moments of happiness you have to work for it. You have to keep each other alive by working all day and rejoicing in the night with stomachs a quarter full (if you're lucky) and limbs unbitten.

The third weird thing that happened was a few hours after he wandered from the house. He had ended up not doing much; he climbed a tree for the hell of it, ate an apple from that same tree, and nearly fell asleep under the tree. Maybe he should have just stayed in bed, the almost-sleep would have been better. But then again he wouldn't have gotten that apple. And it was probably good for him to get some sunlight after being cooped up for the past few weeks. Y/N started to get antsy as Carl and the others should have been back at any second. He was nervous and excited; nervous to see if Carl and Rick came back, and excited to see them if they did.

He tried not to bother himself with 'ifs' as it didn't help. There was no point in saying 'if Carl came back' because he would; Carl promised. Y/N knew it was a childish way of thinking; in this world promises couldn't be kept just because they were said. You can promise to not get bitten by a walker, doesn't mean the walker cares before it chomps down on your flesh. It was because it came from Carl that Y/N disregarded rational thinking. Maybe he was love sick, maybe he was stupid.

It was the same 'ifs' that brought Ron to him, starting the strange interaction.

"Hi." Y/N looked up at him from under the tree, shielding his eyes from the sun.

"Hey..." He was confused why Ron was talking to him. And then he was even more confused when he took a seat next to him.

"If the world never ended, what would you be doing right now?" Y/N was weirded out by the question. Why did it matter? He was 11 when it started, and it never ended. So here they were. There was no point of the 'if,' it just is what it is and now they have to deal with it. And that's what he told Ron.

"What does it matter? The world ended, there's no going back."

"I know, but I just wanted to get to know you a little better. You're not much of a talker, are you?" He smiled at him before his face turned to something Y/N couldn't place, almost like he came to a realization. "It's not because of Carl, is it? The reason you don't talk much?" Y/N was taken aback by the question. Did Ron really think Carl was abusing him or something?

"No, not at all. You don't even know us, how could you say that?" Ron could tell by the look on Y/N's face that he was appalled by what he asked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything by it. But just so you know, I'm here if you need to talk." And suddenly his hand was placed on Y/N's leg, scarily high above his knee. Y/N let Ron's hand fall when he stood up, uncomfortable with the situation. Ron stood too and they stared at each other for a moment.

Y/N couldn't react before an arm was wrapped around his shoulders and he was pulled into a hug. Being on the outside had given him reflexes for walkers, he was thankfully able to stop himself from reaching for his knife when he smelt the grime and sweat of his boyfriend.

"Carl-" He was only given time to breathe out his name before said boy's lips were on his. Y/N's arms came to wrap around Carl's torso while their lips stayed entwined. By the time Carl pulled away Y/N was flushed and gasping for air. It was by far the longest kiss Carl had ever given him in front of another person. Speaking of the other person, Ron was already gone when Y/N pulled himself from Carl's jealousy fueled embrace.

"What was that for!" Y/N was on the verge of giggles as the flush was replaced with a blush. He felt butterflies that he had missed so bad flutter around his stomach. The kiss made him feel as though they had just kissed for the first time ever. Those butterflies were an old friend of his from his early days crushing on Carl.

"I Don't know." He looked embarrassed and flushed under his sheriffs hat. "I'm sorry, I got jealous seeing Ron's hand on your leg." Y/N pulled Carl back into a hug, content in knowing that it wasn't just him that was getting jealous.

"It's okay. To be honest, yesterday I was feeling green about the way you were looking at Enid. I feel so stupid. I knew that you wouldn't do that to me but I couldn't help it." Another kiss was pressed against his hair.

"Yeah, I know you wouldn't do that to me either."

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LONELY ⋆｡°✩ carl grimes x reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 1061 ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ angst to fluff, swearing, depressed/traumatized reader, reader is glenn and maggies adoptive child, intended lowercase, the walking dead 7x1 spoilers, death mentions, lack of eating, suicidal thoughts, use of y/n .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ hi! this is my first time writing and posting anything on tumblr so im sorry if its not the best </3 ive never really done oneshots before either so i dont really know what im doing LMAO hope you still enjoy!

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it was supposed to be an easy run. get maggie to the hilltop and get her help, that's all it was supposed to be. but, of course, nothing could ever be that easy. not for you. the last thing you expected to see, however, was your father-figure getting his skull beaten in, and almost having to witness your boyfriend getting his arm chopped off. you were distressed. you couldn't function properly. you had already lost your family once before at the beginning of the outbreak, and all of those same feelings came back after losing glenn. he had been there for you since the start, saving you from dying with your family. and now he was gone and there was nothing you could do.

you had fallen into a deep depression, similar to the one you had before. you locked yourself in your room, not eating, not drinking, occasionally getting up to use the restroom, but other than that, you were bedridden. you hadn't even changed your clothes from that night. the clothes that were stained in glenns blood. hell, even his blood remained dried across your face. you felt as lonely as ever, but at the same time, you knew you weren't. because every single day you heard knocks at your door. it was carl.

"y/n, please. just open the door. i can help you." he desperately spoke from the other side of the door.

you felt like shit for making him continue to come to your door everyday just for you to stubbornly remain in your room, but it felt like nothing mattered anyways. eventually, he'd give up, right? that's what you thought. "go away." you mumbled just loud enough for him to hear. "just open the door. please." he begged again. he understood your struggles. he was aware of why you were acting this way, and he couldn't blame you. he knew how it felt to lose family members and people close to him. unfortunately enough for him, you stayed where you were, not opening the door for him yet again. but after almost a week had passed, he began getting more worried. he begged at your door for you to open it, he tried opening it himself but you had locked the door, blocking it as well so no one could enter. you didn't care. you were isolating yourself, barely sleeping. the only times you slept were when you cried so hard you fell asleep. you felt miserable. you were giving up on everything, hoping one day it'd all just end and you wouldn't have to worry anymore. you wouldn't have to worry about anyone else dying, because you'd be with them. no more funerals, no more fighting for your life... you laid awake on your bed, tears silently falling from your eyes as you stared blankly at your ceiling, those terrible thoughts swirling through your brain. but this night was different. you had opened your window, which carl took as the perfect opportunity. he was tired of not being able to help you due to your stubbornness, so he decided to crawl through your window. *thump!*

you quickly jolted up at the sound, staring at carl who was slowly sitting back up after not-so-gracefully falling into your room. he grabbed his hat and placed it back on top of his head before looking over at you. you stared at him with tears glazing over your eyes, your face scrunching up as you brought a hand to your mouth. "i..." you were speechless. your emotions got the better of you and you began sobbing. he quickly walked over to you, cupping your face with his hands as he looked down at you sympathetically. "don't cry..." he softly spoke, but his eyes quickly noticed the dried blood that was still on your face. "y/n..." "i-i'm s.. sorry." you sobbed, averting your eyes as you crossed your arms around your waist. he shook his head as he softly acknowledged your beat-up appearance, moving your arms from covering your waist as he pulled you in for a big hug. "don't be sorry."

you quickly returned the hug, squeezing him tightly as you sobbed into his chest. he broke from the hug, looking back down at you and your bloodstained clothes. "let's go get you cleaned up, yeah?"

you silently nodded. he helped you stand up and you almost fell over, but he quickly caught you. "...let's get you something to eat, too." ... the two of your were now in the bathroom. he helped you sit down on the seat of the toilet before grabbing a rag, getting it wet before walking back over to you. "this is gonna be really cold." he smiled warmly, slowly bringing the rag up to your face and wiping the blood off. you flinched slightly at the touch. as he's cleaning your face, his face turns a bit perplexed. "why... why didn't you open the door?"

you avert your eyes to the ground as you begin messing with your hands. "i just wanted to be alone, i don't know." carl looks at you with a bit of a somber gaze before continuing to clean you up. "i'm sorry for breaking in. i was worried about you. just... please, don't do that again. if you ever need help, i'm here. you know that, right?" "i know..." you looked up at him. "i didn't want you to see me like this. i..." you began tearing up again as you spoke. he quickly sets the rag down and puts both his hands on your cheeks, using his thumbs to wipe away your tears. "i know, i know. it's okay." shortly after, he pulled you in for a quick kiss, his hands remaining on your face as he pulled away. he uses one of his hands to wipe away the stray strands of hair over your face, tucking them behind your ear. "you're so pretty. you know that, right?" he smiled warmly. "i love you." you laughed with a smile, a tear rolling down your cheek. "i love you, too." "let's go get you some new clothes, okay? and some food. i'll make you whatever you want." carl asks, grabbing both your hands. you nod, standing up in sync with him as you followed him back to the room. god, you were so lucky to have him. ─────────────────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────────────────────

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WE MUST TALK ABOUT COARLLLL

I feel like they wasted the potential of the scene in the church where Rick talks to Carl about not letting his guard down. And they also kinda fucked up Carl's character development (Even tho I haven't finished the show yet, I feel like they could've done better with Carl around season 4-season 5).

Post-Outbreak

Carl Grimes is the son of Rick Grimes (main character) and Lori Grimes. He was around eight (?) during the outbreak. Rick was shot and put in hospital before going out to find Carl and Lori. At first, Carl was written as just an innocent kid that Rick would protect (also being the reason he pushes through: to be there for Carl). But then, Carl also probably had some influence from being with Shane (Rick's old bestie) during Rick's absence. Shane was kinda violent and someshit so that probably influenced Carl to become more rebellious when he grew up.

Oh yea, we can't forget, after Judith was born in the prison, Carl had to shoot his own mother after she died to prevent her from turning. This was trauma too.

First Prison Attack from Woodbury

During the first prison attack, Carl shot a young man who posed no threat because he lowered his gun. And then, Carl lied to his father about it. This was probably under the pressure of doing his job and convincing himself that he actually did something to protect the prison. As a result, Rick took his gun away.

Prison Destroyed

During the final prison attack, which destroyed the prison and seperated the people, Carl ended up with an injured Rick, making them both vulnerable to attack. Carl was mad and blamed his father for the destruction of the prison. This caused him to scout for food on his own with bravery and foolishness. But this didn't scare him nearly as much as other things.

When Carl thought Rick was dead, he immediately took back his harsh words and even surrendered to being bit by him. But lol turns out Rick wasn't dead. Then Michonne found them.

Claimers Attack and Its Effects

When the three of them made camp, they were met up by Daryl and the Claimers. THIS is the event that scared Carl more than any walker he's encountered. (He was around 14 maybe?)

Since then, Carl was hesitant to go by himself. When the group reunited and they heard a voice screaming (Gabriel), Carl wanted to help. But instead of charging over by himself as he usually did, he stayed put and waited for his father to come with him. And he stayed in the church and took care of Judith just like his father told him to. He actually listened.

My Concerns

Like only up until then, his trauma actually affected his character. But there was never a moment where Carl and his dad actually had a real talk about it. During their talk in the church, I think it would be better if Carl actually opened up about what happened rather than the writers having him say some bs abt "I'm strong, we're strong, we should help Gabriel cuz he seems like a good person."

Also, during early Alexandria, for some weird reason, Carl suddenly had no problem fitting in with the other kids. Even as far as following another kid outside the wall like his earlier fear was gone. This made me feel like his earlier trauma was just brushed off (they kinda focused more on the other characters' trauma) ike it didn't pose any obstacle for making connections with others, almost like they wanted Carl to just revert back to the innocent treasure that Rick needs to protect along with Judith.

In short, I love Corl and relate to him a lot so I feel like his trauma and character development could've been handled better. 🫶

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Admiring from afar

PAIRING: Carl grimes x fem reader

Genre: nothing just cute lol

Warning: none

Summary: Carl who’s sweet (sometimes) has a crush on you who he secretly admires from afar. You on the other hand is a troublemaker along with your friends. He sees you running away from the cops due to stealing and decides to help you hide from the cops.

Note: just a cute little story also there no outbreak aka no walkers!

Carl was walking down the road having a good day he thought why not go to the store to get some snacks for himself but shortly after the walk it was taking forever annoying him. So he took a shortcut he knew the roads and the hiding places very well since he grew up around here for his whole life since he was a babie

Almost reaching to the store he stopped walking noticing a purple haired girl.. you. His crush who he secretly admires from afar. His purpler haired girl. His girl who’s a troublemaker along with her friends who were currently running away from the cops smiling and laughing holding bags full of stolen candies and drinks

He notice you taking another route separating you from your friend’s with one cop running after you. He knew the route there would be a dead end, but there was a small alley just for you to run through if you looked to the side. he didn’t know what he was doing until his own two feet started running the other way around.

He knew it was a bad idea but this was his chance to finally talk to you even if it means you running away from a cop and him helping you. He didn’t care. He was tired of admiring you from afar.

Finally after running some time he went through the small alley right on time grabbing your wrist pulling you into the alley. You letting out a small yelp causing him to cover your mouth his hand, pushing you against the brick wall. The one hand grabbing your wrist let’s go putting it behind your head so it wouldn’t hit the brick wall behind you

“Shit! We lost her boss.” They both hear the female cop say to the radio both teens breathing heavily from the run. Your chest’s almost touching, his hand still against your mouth. Hearing footsteps coming closer Carl put his hand down from your mouth as he pulled you closer to him one of his arm around your waist the other around your shoulder to hide your face against his neck making you hold your breath

Carl’s heart was beating so fast he was afraid that you could hear it. He was so close to you to the point he could smell your perfume and the scent of your shampoo

Once hearing the footsteps of the cop faint away he move’s away trying to steady his heartbeat from being to close to you “How did you? How?” You asked him shaking your head a bit you were so confused on how he knew you were here running from a cop

Waving his hand around “I saw you run out of the store and well I basically saw everything” he said gulping a bit as he looked into your eyes. Tilting your head to the side you let out small chuckle “Well thank you..?” She trailed off not knowing his name he might gotten the hint since he stuttered his name out mentally cursing himself inside his head

“Uh.. Carl..my name is Carl” he answered putting his hands inside of his front pockets while you just nodded giving him a small smile “I’m y/n” you said slightly admiring him, noticing how his blue eyes that are the color of the ocean water “Yeah, I know.” He said not realizing what he said but after he realized what he said his eyes widen

“No- not like that you know I just.. crap..” he said stuttering his words making your heart flutter “Let me guess you know cause me and my friends steal things and cops run after us when they get the chance?” You explained only to receive a nod from him letting out a hum you stand up straight ready to leave “Thank you for helping me Carl.. I really appreciate” You said one last time ready to leave

But before you could leave Carl grabbed onto your wrist making you turn back at him looking confused “Will I be seeing you again?” He asked, hoped lingering in his eyes letting go of your wrist missing the warmth of your skin already “Maybe but if I do see you around I’ll repay you for helping me hide from the cop.” You said giving him on last smile turning around leaving him alone in the alley

As Carl only watches you walking away from him. A smile form on his facing walking away as well hoping he’ll get to you see again but under different circumstances obviously

So cute omg also my wattpad is @xoscarllet I post story’s there!! Currently writing Carl grimes x Oc Reader!