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zomb-core · 7 months ago
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۫ ꣑ৎ A TRIM || carl grimes x female reader
summary: carl refused to let anyone near his hair after losing his mom, but when he desperately needs a trim he goes to the person he trusts most, you.
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warnings: mentions of losing a parent.
pure fluff
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“a trim, got it?”
carl twisted around in the chair he was sitting on to face you, you could tell he was nervous and you understood why. he hadn't cut his hair since he was 13, lori used to give him haircuts and he couldn't bring himself to let anyone else do it after she died, until now.
you currently stood behind him, a pair of shears held in your dominant hand while your other held a comb and spray bottle. “yes, a trim, I got it. now, are you gonna sit still and let me start?” you teased, a brief laugh passing your lips.
he nodded, removing the bandage from around his face and setting it on the counter next to his hat. “yeah, just please be careful—”
“carl.” you interrupted, making eye contact with him through the mirror, taking in his worried expression. “I know how important your hair is to you and I will be very careful, I just need you to trust me.”
he caught his lip between his teeth before giving you a curt nod and straightening his posture. “okay.”
you gave him a reassuring smile followed by a gentle kiss to the top of his head before starting. you grabbed a section of his hair, spraying it with the water until it was drenched, repeating this until his hair was thoroughly soaked. you didn't have a lot of experience with cutting hair and you were beyond nervous, but when he came to you and asked you if you would give him a trim you didn't have the heart to tell him no.
you took a deep breath before grabbing a decent portion of hair, bringing the comb to it and running it through it, stopping about an inch from the bottom, holding it up so carl could see it, “how's that?”
“that's fine.” he concluded after a few moments of staring at it, closing his eyes tightly when you brought the scissors up to his hair.
you hesitated. you knew how important this was to him, when he told you stories about his mom your heart would ache for him, and his hair was one of the only things left he could relate to her besides judith and messing this up would break his heart.
the sound of the scissors snipping the hair caused you both to flinch, you watching the hair fall to the tiled floor.
you exchanged a glance with him to make sure he was still comfortable, and you continued, copying your previous cut over and over again until you had chopped roughly the same length of hair off of every section.
the bathroom was completely silent minus the sound of the scissors and you shuffling around, neither of you could bring yourselves to speak, both too focused on your movements to say anything.
eventually, you finished the larger part of his hair and all that was left was his bangs. you walked around so you could be face to face with him, examining the way his bangs framed his face. “okay..” you mumbled, grabbing the larger portion of his bangs between your index and middle finger using them as a guide and you worked on his fringe while trying to avoid getting any hair in the open wound on his face. once you were satisfied with how that side looked, you moved onto the other side, making a few quick snips before setting the scissors down and stepping back to admire your work.
“what do you think? did I do okay?”
he stood up, leaning closer to the mirror to examine his hair as you watched him anxiously, awaiting his reaction. you rocked back and forth on your heel, your hands interlaced behind your back, “carl?” you tried, becoming extremely paranoid that you had messed up, but your worry was quickly brought to an end when he wrapped his arms around you.
“it looks great, thank you.”
your worried expression was replaced by a geeky smile, and you returned his hug, giving him a tight squeeze. “oh thank god, I was so worried.” you laughed, pressing a kiss to the bridge of his nose,
“thank you, by the way.” he looked confused at your statement, tilting his head to the side slightly, “for what?”
“for trusting me, I know that this was hard for you and i’m glad you trusted me of all people.”
he ducked his head down and nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, smiling against the exposed skin, “i’m glad I did, too.”
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rinnyyyyyyyyy · 1 year ago
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jealous, jealous boy.
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hotel -montell fish
jealous, carl who doesn't show hes jealous until he's fucking into you, making sure you forget everything about that other man/woman.
jealous, carl who will ask you if you think they could fuck you better than he can, as he makes you cum on him.
jealous, carl who will leave marks on your neck and shoulders, so they'll know you belong to someone that sure as hell isn't them.
jealous, carl who won't let you cover your mouth to muffle your pretty little moans and whimpers. depending on where you are of course.
jealous, carl who praises you for being so, very good for him while he's fucking you from behind, making you moan his name over and over.
jealous, carl who will ask you if you enjoyed all that attention you were receiving from another person that isn't him while he fucks you so good from behind, while pulling your hair.
jealous, carl who gives you the best head of your life, only to edge you and make you cry for him as a punishment for letting someone hit on you and not turning them down.
jealous, carl who will make you have multiple orgasms with those long, skinny fingers of his only to make you beg him for his cock instead of his fingers. <3
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smutinlove · 7 months ago
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reader runs away bc she hates enid but her father figure glenn adopts enid 😭
Carl finds her and u can finish the rest
ok bbg
it ends with a bit of fluff but enjoy!!
CARL X READER
You couldn't believe it. Your father, well, your father figure, Glenn, had taken Enid under his wing. Enid now lives with you, Maggie, and Glenn. It enraged you.
You loathed Enid. She, in your words, was a "deranged fucking bitch."
And maybe Glenn didn't love you as if you were his own. Maggie was also pregnant, meaning that there wouldn't be enough space for three kids. So maybe it was you who needed to leave.
And that's exactly what you did.
Once the clock struck midnight, you packed your bags and left Alexandria. You'd left your friends, family, and boyfriend (Carl). It wasn't like anyone was going to care if you left.
No one was going to look for you. That was the prophecy. You were destined to be alone, and you became self-aware of that thought every day.
You headed for the woods. It was a bit dark, and you didn't have your flashlight with you either.
You maneuvered the woods blind. But it was fine. You could just listen for the sounds of flesh-hungry walkers.
By the morning, you'd reached an old apartment building. You opened the door and were greeted by a few walkers. You used your knife to kill them. One by one.
You searched the first floor, killing walkers as you went. You decided it was best to stay here, on the first floor, in case anything happened.
You opened the door to a small apartment and settled down. It had a mattress on the ground and a small but empty kitchen.
You dropped your bag on the floor and laid on the mattress. You smiled. It was better than living with Enid. Totally better.
You decided that it would be better if you had some rest. Your limbs felt like they'd fall off. You closed your eyes, thinking happy thoughts, and slowly fell asleep.
⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰
You were having the most exquisite dream about living in a castle on clouds when suddenly everything started collapsing, and then you were met with a blurry figure hovering over you.
"Are you alright?" Your vision started to clear up, and the fog in your brain started to melt away.
You looked up, taking in the face in front of you. You knew him. Him. "Carl? How did you—" Carl cupped your cheek and whispered, "You thought that you could travel away from Alexandria and I wouldn't find you? You could travel to the end of the earth and I would still find you. Can't you see? You belong with me, Y/N. And I belong to you."
You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile. "You're so cheesy, Carl."
Carl grinned, "Only for you." He leaned in and kissed your cheek. Carl stood up and brushed the dust off of his jeans. "Let's go," he said.
"No."
"Yes, we are leaving." He took your hand and pulled you up. You wanted to go with him. But you couldn't. Glenn and Maggie definitely didn't want you. They were probably getting ready to kick you out. Luckily, you have already left, saving them the trouble to kick you to the curb.
"Fine, I'll stay," Carl said.
"Carl—"
"No, I'm staying until you come with me." You smiled. "I'll stay with you whether you want me to or not."
"Okay," you replied.
"Okay."
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Send more fluff/angst reqs for carl and maybe even jason or dick grayson. ;)))
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cece693 · 4 months ago
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Replacement (Enoch O'Connor x M! Reader)
I wanted to add something to the relatively small pool of fics for this fandom. All characters are of age and can be envisioned as their book or movie counterparts.
Summary: As a healer, you naturally seek to care for those around you. So it was easy to befriend Jake when he first entered Miss Peregrine's loop, confused and hurt by his grandfather's passing. However, your best friend doesn't see it that way.
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It was official. Enoch hated Jake. Not that the other children noticed, or if they did, they were smart enough to not mention it. Maybe it was jealousy. Perhaps he was bothered by how Emma's eyes sparkled with interest whenever the American boy was around. Or maybe, it was the disruption to their routine, as Jake's presence always seemed to stir the loop like a stone tossed into a still pond.
But Olive knew the truth, for she had quickly discerned Enoch's emotions behind the venomous words he threw at Jake whenever he came near. It wasn't about Emma or their routine being disrupted. It was all because of you.
From the moment Jake first stumbled into their world, he latched onto you—an oddball healer with a gentle touch and ability to mend the deepest cuts, both physical and emotional. So when Jake arrived, it was natural for you to be his guide, explaining things in a way that made the strange world of peculiars feel less threatening.
Naturally, Enoch hated it.
Before Jake arrived, you’d spend every minute by his side—looking over his shoulder, letting out a bright smile whenever his creations came alive. Enoch secretly treasured these moments, feeling comfortable in your presence and falling for you more each day. But now? Now it was Jake this and Jake that.
No space was safe from Jake's influence, nor did the American make it easy to escape his presence. It seemed like whenever Enoch and you were together, he appeared from thin air, begging you to help him with something. It was as if the American knew of Enoch's feelings and acted to rile him up, whisking the attention of the only person he actually liked. It's not as if there weren't any other children who would be happy to spend time with the American, why did he seek you out specifically?
Every time he saw you two together, a storm brewed inside him, and a tight knot formed in his chest. Enoch wasn’t stupid. He understood what jealousy was, but this wasn’t just jealousy. This was fear. Fear that you were slipping away from him. Fear that Jake was replacing him.
One day, it all became too much.
Enoch was sitting at the table in the library, flipping through one of his old, tattered books on embalming techniques, though his focus had long since disappeared. His mind, as usual, was on you. He had tried to pretend like nothing was wrong, but the bitter feeling gnawed at him constantly. And then, as if the universe was mocking him, you and Jake walked into the room together.
Jake was talking about something, gesturing wildly with his hands, and you were laughing—a bright, carefree laugh that Enoch hadn’t heard in days.
That was the last straw.
"Seriously?" Enoch snapped, slamming his book shut, startling you both. Jake stopped mid-sentence, blinking in confusion, but Enoch didn’t care. His gaze was fixed on you, his voice sharp and biting. “Do you really have to follow him around all the time?”
Your smile faltered, a confused frown replacing it as you looked at him. “What are you talking about?”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Enoch’s voice grew colder, harsher. His jealousy had festered too long, and now it spilled like poison. “Ever since he got here, it’s like you’ve forgotten everyone else exists.”
Jake shifted awkwardly beside you, clearly unsure of what to say, but Enoch didn’t give him a chance. “You’re spending so much time with him, acting like he needs you for everything. It's pathetic."
Your eyes narrowed, a flash of anger crossing your face. “He’s new here, Enoch! He does need help adjusting. And I’m not just going to ignore him because you—”
“Because I what?” Enoch cut you off, his eyes blazing. “Because I’m not needy enough for you? Because I don't fawn over you like a mutt every second like he does?””
Your mouth opened slightly, stunned by his words. Enoch could see the hurt forming in your eyes, but he was too wound up to stop now.
“Face it,” Enoch continued, his voice colder now, “you just want to feel like you matter to someone, right? Like you have some purpose. Well, here’s the truth—you’re not needed here. Jake can deal just fine on his own and I don’t need a dessolent friend.”
Your face twisted in hurt, and that twisted something deep inside Enoch. You stared at him, your hands trembling slightly at your sides. “You’re wrong,” you finally said, voice breaking. “But I guess I was wrong too, thinking you were my best friend.”
Before Enoch could respond, you turned and stormed out of the room, leaving him and Jake alone. The American looked like he was about to say something, but Enoch shot him a cold glare, daring him to speak.
Days passed. Days where Enoch didn’t see you, didn’t hear from you, and the space you used to fill in his life became an empty void he couldn’t bear to acknowledge. You weren't just avoiding him, you had begun to spend even more time with Jake, much to Enoch's dismay.
He tried to act like it didn’t bother him. He pretended he didn’t care when he saw you laughing as if his absence meant nothing to you. But it did. It hurt more than Enoch was willing to admit. It was only when Olive pushed him to accept his mistake that led him to stand at your door, long after the other house's inhabitants had gone to bed.
Enoch stood there for a long moment, his hand raised to knock, but his usual stubbornness kept holding him back. What if you didn’t forgive him? What if you’d already moved on and replaced him for good?
Taking a deep breath, Enoch knocked.
After a few agonizing moments, the door creaked open, and you stood there, blinking groggily at him in the dim light. You looked surprised to see him, and Enoch couldn’t blame you.
“What do you want, Enoch?” you asked, your voice flat, distant.
“I…” Enoch faltered for a moment, struggling to find the right words. His usual snark and bravado were gone, replaced with something more vulnerable, more uncertain. “I came to…apologize.”
You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe, clearly not ready to let him off the hook so easily. “For what?”
“For what I said,” Enoch muttered, not meeting your eyes. “For being a complete prat.”
Your expression softened, but you didn’t say anything, waiting for him to continue. Enoch sighed, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Look, I didn’t mean it. Any of it,” he admitted, his voice quieter now. “I was just…jealous. Of Jake. Of the time you’ve been spending with him.”
You raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised. “Jealous? Why?”
Enoch hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. This was it. He could either admit the truth or lose you for good. Taking a deep breath, he finally met your gaze. “Because I like you,” he confessed in a whisper. “I’ve liked you for a long time, and seeing you with him made me feel like I was losing you. Like I wasn’t needed anymore. Like I was being replaced.”
The weight of his confession hung in the air, and Enoch braced himself for your response. He had no idea how you would react, but he had to say it. He couldn’t keep pretending like it didn’t matter anymore. You stood there for a long moment, staring at him, processing everything. Then, slowly, you stepped aside, opening the door wider.
“Come inside, Enoch,” you said quietly. “Let’s talk.”
And for the first time in days, Enoch felt a small glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, things could be fixed after all.
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mozzeralla-stix · 6 months ago
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REWARD
Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader Smut
WARNINGS: PIV sex, unsafe sex, LOOOTS of praise, f! + m! recieving oral
ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+
Carl gives reader a reward…
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I find myself passing through the narrow doorway into Carl’s room- well, more our room now- as he follows in tow. We both remain silent as the exhaustion from the exerting run washes over us. I plop onto the bed and kick my shoes off, letting out a loud sigh as I allow my back to hit the mattress. Carl does the same shorty after- turning his head over to look at me with loving eyes.
“Y’know, you did pretty good on that run. Especially since it’s been a while since you’ve been outside the walls.”
I can’t help but lightly roll my eyes at his response, trying to fight off the rising blush that threatens to stain my cheeks due to the compliment.
“Ha! Yeah right. I almost got bit? And I knocked over that supply shelf!” I huff in response.
Carl simply chuckles and shakes his head, giving me a soft smile. He placed his hand on my cheek and rubs his thumb up and down, soothing the now incredibly warm skin. “Hmm. Maybe I should prove to you how good you did then?”
I feel my eyes go wide at the statement, realizing what he’s implying. I begin to stutter- trying to deflect as much as i possibly can. I fail miserably, and Carl reaches forward to place a soft kiss on my lips. I can’t help but giggle into the kiss, pulling him towards me a bit more. We break apart for a moment, catching our breath and staring into each others eyes. I giggle once more and shove Carl lightly on the shoulder, “Carl! Stop staring…”
Carl shakes his head and says, “As you wish, darlin’.” I feel his lips meet mine again, causing me to softly whine into the kiss. Carl takes the hint and slowly rolls himself over, positioning himself on top of me. His hands snake their way up my waist, eventually grabbing at my wrists and softly placing my hands above my head. He used one hand to keep my wrists in place, and allows his other to go back to my waist. He pulls back, making me whimper.
“I promise sweetheart, you did so good today. Let me reward you.”
I nod my head and accept the affection, reveling at his fiery touch on my skin. Carl trails his lips down to my neck, stopping at the junction that connects my jaw and upper neck. After a few chaste kisses, he takes the small bit of skin between his teeth and begins to lightly suck. I let our a rather loud whimper, feeling him grip my wrists tighter in response to my eager attempts at moving. The pleasure of his mouth on bare skin becomes almost overwhelming, so I find myself lightly bucking my hips up into him. Carl finally releases the now bruising spot, lightly licking it for a moment to tease me even more. He continues his path down my neck, leaving little hickeys along the way that have me wriggling in his grasp. With each little sound I make I can feel him smile against my skin, clearly enjoying what he’s doing to me.
He eventually reaches the hem of my shirt, looking up at me with soft eyes. “May I take this off, love?”. I give a small nod and lift my torso up, helping him remove the garment.
He looks down at me in awe, taking in the shape of my body. He seems almost mesmerized, amazed by the fact that I am his. I begin to feel a deep blush overtake me, whining in embarrassment. He chuckles and shakes his head at the noise, saying “Awe sweetheart, it’s okay. I just can’t believe how beautiful you look. Don’t worry, you’ll get what you want soon.”
He then dives back into kissing down my body, littering my chest and collarbone with marks and soft kisses. He reaches his hand behind my back, unclamping my bra while his other rests soothingly on my hip. I allow it to slide off me arms, exposing my bare chest to him. Carl continues kissing down me until he reaches the valley of my breasts, suddenly moving his mouth to one of them. I feel him wrap his lips around one of the buds, sucking lightly. His other hand moves to my other breast, lightly massaging it and feeling the plush skin. My hands fly to his hair, desperately pulling it as an attempt to get all the energy I feel building in me out. White, hot electric shocks travel from my lower half up my spine in response to his light bites at my skin. I begin to full on moan, arching my back against him. Carl groans at my sudden movements and my grip on his hair, sending vibrations through me. He begins to suck harder, using his teeth to lightly scrape the most sensitive part of my chest.
“Carl- mmph~ please!” I can’t help but moan out, not even really knowing what I’m begging for. Carl looks up at me with half lidded eyes, humming in response to my pleads. I arch my back again, reveling in the pleasure his soft hums bring me. He eventually removes his mouth from me, giving a few final licks to the bud he was focusing on. He continues down my waist, causing shivers to run up my spine. After leaving a few more kisses, he stops at my hips. He gently places his hands at the top of my pants and looks up to me for permission. I nod desperately, waiting in anticipation for him to relieve the tension developing in my abdomen.
He pulls down my pants, leaving me in just my panties. He throws my jeans to the other side of the room and begins to suck light marks into my thighs. I moan and tug on his hair even harder, allowing him to get the hint of my desperation. He chuckles and removes his mouth from the inner corners of my thighs, and hooks his fingers around the top of my panties. He pulls them down in one swift motion, causing me to lightly shiver at the cold air brushing against my core. Carl immediately places his head between my thighs, licking a long stripe up my pussy. I moan loudly, lightly gasping at the new sensation. Carl looks up at me once again, placing his lips around my swollen clit and beginning to suck. I keep my eyes on his, feeling the rush of pleasure and embarrassment run through my body. As he continues to work on my sensitive clit, he pushes a finger into me. I feel my eyes roll back into my head as a loud moan escapes my lips.
“Jesus christ Carl! Oh my god-“ I begin to ramble nearly incoherent nonsense, all of the sensations overtaking my ability to think. This only gives Carl more motivation, causing him to begin flicking his tongue against my clit, as well as inserting a second finger into my now soaking wet pussy. I moan desperately at the feeling, pulling his hair to shove his face harder against my most sensitive parts. I feel a pressure begin to child in my abdomen, only growing tighter by the second.
I begin to chant Carls name like a prayer, managing to choke it out between moans and whimpers. My head tossed to the side and I begin to lift my hips, bucking them against his fingers and mouth. The coil in my abdomen is nearly at its breaking point, becoming impossibly tighter.
“C-Carl! I’m- fuck mm- I’m close!”
Carl then curls his fingers upwards inside of me, hitting my g-spot in just the right way. As his fingers slip in and out of me I can feel myself clench around him. With a few more strokes and his tongue stimulating my clit, I begin to spasm around his fingers. I suddenly feel out of control, and can’t help but buck my hips into him while throwing my head back in pleasure. I stutter out his name, moaning out at his movements. He continues to finger me until my orgasm slows itself down, gently removing his fingers from my sensitive hole. He gives one last lick up my pussy, cleaning off any juices that didn’t get on his fingers.
He moves his fingers up to my mouth, commanding me to open my mouth for him. I eagerly take them in, sucking my own juices off his hands. He groans and closes his eyes, clearly imagining something other than his fingers in my mouth. He pulls them out and grabs me by the chin, causing me to look up at him. “Such a good girl for me. You did so well for me, making a mess all over me.”
I whimper at the praise, feeling another shock run through me. “Could you get down on your knees for me, darlin’?”
I quickly comply and place my knees on the ground while Carl scoots himself towards the edge of the bed. I fiddle with his belt buckle, doing my best to take it off with shaky hands. Carl chuckles and placed his hands over mine, guiding the precise movements. I finally unbuckle the belt, sliding his jeans down his thighs. I palm him through his boxers, causing him to let out a groan and tangle his hands in my hair. I remove my hand and teasingly kiss his dick through the fabric just before pulling his boxers down. His cock springs free, hard and dripping with pre-cum.
I place my hand at the base of it and begin to lightly pump up and down, starting to give small licks to the red tip at the same time. Carl’s grip on my hair tightens, causing me to quietly whimper. The salty taste of pre-cum engulfs my mouth the more of him that I take in, urging me to continue on. After a while of soft sucking and the gentle rhythm of my hand, I suddenly take in the entirety of Carl’s dick, feeling it graze the back of my throat.
“Fuck! God darlin’… you’re driving me crazy.” Carl lets out, slowly beginning to move my head up and down on his length. I succumb to his movements, allowing hun to guide my head as he pleases. Carl’s moans get louder, telling me how great I’m doing. I begin to swirl my tongue around his cock in hopes of eliciting more noises out of him. Carl begins to buck his hips into my mouth, holding my head in place with his strong grip on my hair.
“Nggmh- you’re doing such a great job. Just like that… good girl..”
I moan at the praise, sending vibrations through his body. As I feel his cock tense up, he pulls my head off of him- causing me to whine in response.
“Sorry sweetheart, wanna save it for when I’m inside you.”
I nod my head in agreement, getting up onto the bed with shaky legs. Carl quickly pulls me into his tight embrace, gently placing me on my back while he hovers for me. I feel his hand wrap around my wrists, once again pinning them down above my head. He leans down for a passionate kiss, slipping his tongue in my mouth. I moan at the feeling, being able to faintly taste myself of his lips. Carl pulls always slowly while looking deep into my eyes with a caring and loving look.
“Are you ready, love?”
I feel my cheeks grow warm again and nod at the prospect of Carl being inside of me. After registering my response I feel him line up with my entrance, teasing the sensitive area with the tip of his cock. He carefully pushes himself into me, letting out a deep groan at my walls wrapping tightly around him. The farther Carl goes into me the fuller I feel, causing moans to bubble up from the depths of my chest in pleasure. While it stings a little bit, Carl stops once he bottoms out inside of me so that I can adjust. Once the dull ache subsides I give him a short nod.
Carl smiles as he slowly pulls out of me, only to crash our hips back together with a soft thrust. I feel his length brush against my g-spot, which causes me to arch my back against his chest. Carl sets a soothing and consistent pace while he moves his hands to hold my hips in place. My hands immediately go to his back, leaving scratch marks on the rough skin. We find ourselves moaning and whimpering uncontrollably, both much too overtaken by pleasure to silence the noise.
“Mmph good girl, taking my cock so well. Look at you, such a mess for me hm?” I nod desperately, feeling him speed up as he praises me. I begin to buck my hips into him, babbling incoherently at the never ending pleasure his sharp movements provide. His name slips out of my mouth as I roll my eyes to the back of my head. I feel my legs begin to shake at how good Carl feels against me, hearing him chuckle as a response. Suddenly, he places his head in the crook of my neck. I can now hear his groans and whimpers even more now, adding to the slowly building tension in my abdomen. Carl starts to kiss and suck at my neck lightly, giving me all the more reason to arch up into him.
“C-Carl. I’m getting so close. God- please~” I manage to whine out as I feel my pussy grip him tighter. He nods against my neck and starts to speed his thrusts up, eliciting more noises from my mouth. One of his hands reach down to rub my clit, and at that moment I absolutely lose it. I suddenly feel the tightness come to a peak and I allow myself to unravel on Carl’s length. I become a moaning mess, complete with trembling legs and the rhythmic pulses of my pussy engulfing Carl’a cock.
“There we go. Good girl. Doing so well, take your time darlin’.”
As I come down from my high I feel a gentle tap against my hip as a warning, and Carl’s strong hands flip me onto my stomach. He uses his grip to gently raise my hips, placing himself at my entrance again. He slowly begins to thrust into me again, overwhelming my senses with the pleasure. He soon after goes back to the previous- almost relentless- pace. I moan uncontrollably, completely taken over my the overstimulating sensations of his cock hitting my g-spot repeatedly. I push my hips back against his, hoping to make him feel as good as I can.
“Mmng- good job sweetheart. Fuck- you’re gonna make me cum soon.”
Carl slowly bends himself over my form, wrapping his arms around my torso. I can feel his hot, laboring breath against the back of my neck and he pushes his cock through my folds. As his hips begin to stutter a sharp pain is felt on my shoulder, making me realize Carl is biting down on me. His cock twitches inside of me, and I am met with his warm cum spilling into me while he muffles his moans against my skin. I let out a soft sigh, feeling the tiredness and satisfaction hit me at once.
Carl takes a deep breath and kisses the bite mark, slowly pulling out of me. He rubs my back soothingly, and I gently lay down on the bed. Carl joins me soon after, pulling me into him in order to spoon me.
“I love you so, so much.” He says as he buries his head into my neck, kissing my skin.
“I love you too, Carl. More than you could ever know. “
We both begin to fall victim to the call of sleep, slipping into unconsciousness in each others arms.
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AHH this took me so long to write, busy day. I hope you enjoyed it <3
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graciepasty · 8 months ago
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Carl Grimes. The Walking Dead (2010).
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zoesmp4 · 8 months ago
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NERVOUS “you’ve got me nervous to speak.” carl grimes x fem!reader
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tags: angst to fluff, use of y/n, cussing
a/n: back from the dead!! sorta based on nervous by the nbhd, and there’s also a little tsitp steven and taylor action that i used for inspiration. lyrics r in bold + italics or in between paras. enjoy lovelies!!
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the bond between you and carl was truly inseparable. you two had been through it all together, and never once had either of you thought about ending it all.
that was until now.
god, you don’t know how you found yourself in this situation. he’s just a friend. he’s always been just a friend. that’s what you believed, and that’s what you always told people. 
so how come, all of a sudden, he started becoming more than that? how come, out of the blue, you started getting butterflies at his gaze? it was an unfamiliar feeling, and you didn’t like it. you didn’t like it at all. 
you didn’t wanna do anything to jeopardize your beloved friendship, especially over something so dumb. you weren’t gonna lose everything all because of a stupid crush. so, after ages of decision making, you finally set your mind on a reasonable solution.
should i be quiet?
you were just gonna take some time to yourself. you were gonna stop talking to him for a bit. that’s all you needed, just some space. it couldn’t be that hard to lose feelings. besides, he would understand, right?
he in fact did not understand. “wanna come over? i just finished reading that comic you wanted.” he said, a grin plastered onto his face. “not today.” you quickly shut him down, and you could see the happiness on his face slowly fade away.
“oh, that’s fine. tomorrow?” you felt so bad. you really did wanna hang out with him, but you had to push away these feelings first. “i just need some time to myself for a while.”
your felt your heart pang when you looked at his expression. he gave you a slight smile, attempting to mask his disappointment. but you knew him. you knew him well enough to know he was upset. “yeah, i get it. i’ll see you later y/n.” he said, walking away. all of the energy he had when he approached you was long gone now.
it had been days, weeks even. you hadn’t uttered a word to him. so why wasn’t it working? why did you still long for him? it was so frustrating. 
not to mention, you were a mess. you would often find yourself with your head buried deep within your pillow, sniffling as tears flowed down your cheeks. on top of that, you weren’t getting enough sleep. you just missed carl. 
you figured the best thing you could do for yourself was to just get some fresh air. after all, it was no use trying to fix stuff with carl, you already fucked it all up. 
you took in the breeze, as you fiddled with your fingers. if it was a normal day, you would’ve been happy. you loved the cold, but today it was different. today, it made you feel numb. it made everything worse. 
you tried getting it off your mind. you tried to think about other things, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the look he had on his face the last time you talked to him. his smile was wiped clean off his face, and it was all your fault. 
you started to feel your eyes prick with tears. a single drop slowly traveled down your face, and you quickly wiped it off with your sleeve. 
you just wanted to cry, but you weren’t gonna let yourself do it out in the public. after all, once you started crying, you weren’t gonna stop. so, you turned around and picked up the pace. you were headed back home, where you could be vulnerable. 
your head was faced down, trying to hide your glassy eyes from anyone who could potentially see. “y/n?” you hear someone call out to you. the voice sounded familiar, and you instantly knew who it was without even lifting your head in the slightest. 
it was carl. you had to get away. just pretend you didn’t hear him, you thought to yourself. your footsteps quickened, until you heard his pleading voice once again. 
“just talk to me. please. is it something i said? i’m sorry for whatever i did.” 
“you didn’t do anything. it’s me. it’s all my fucking fault because my stupid self caught feelings for her best friend.” you wanted to say, but you restrained yourself. 
you finally came to a stop, turning around to face him. as soon as you met his gaze, you wanted to cry the hardest you’d ever cried before. 
he slowly stepped closer to you until his taller figure was in close in front of you. “can you please talk to me? you know i won’t get mad. you know i’m listening. so please, just please tell me what’s been bothering you.” he begged, his eyes softening. 
you let out a sigh, still sniffling. “it’s not your fault carl.” you said, your voice barely audible. “then what is it?” he said, keeping his voice at the same, calm volume. 
“i-i like you, and it’s really embarrassing.” you confess. you instantly regret your choice of words when you see a frown start to appear on his face. “i don’t know what i was expecting, but that was really fucking mean.” he says, about to walk away.
“no, carl. it’s embarrassing because of how much i like you.” there it is. that’s what you’ve been holding in. it felt weird hearing the words coming out of your mouth. “how is that embarrassing?” he questioned, the tender look started to come back on his face. 
ask me and ill tell you how i’ve been
“i- it’s like i forgot how to act around you. i’m always scared i’m gonna mess up. you’ve got me nervous to speak.”
that was the last thing you managed to get out before he pulled you into his chest for a tight hug. the dam holding your tears back broke.
the wetness stained his shirt, but he didn’t care. he rubbed your back with his arm, soothing you. you missed his embrace, the feeling you would get when you were in his arms felt heavenly.
after a few more seconds of the hug, carl shifted his hands to your shoulders. he softly pushed you back a little bit to get a look at your face.
he reached for your face to wipe any tears. “m’ sorry for ignoring you.” you said, voice soft and quiet. he shook his head, giving you a gentle smile. 
“you’re okay sweet girl, don’t worry about it.” he said. “i-it’s not okay. i ignored you for so long, i just cut you off like that. without a single warning. it was so inconsiderate and i’m really sor-” 
hush, baby, don’t you say another word
“you never shut up do you?” he said, cutting you off mid sentence before he crashed his lips onto yours. your eyes widened, and your movements froze before you slowly adjusted to the kiss. your eyes fluttered closed before you hesitantly tilted your head to get closer.
this was a new experience for the both of you, but it felt like he had years of practice. the way his hands made their way around your body, it sent shivers down your spine.  
after what seemed like an eternity, you both pulled away. the sounds of your mixed heavy breaths filled the air. carl’s hand reached for your face before he wiped your slightly smudged chapstick. 
he then tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. the gesture made the butterflies in your stomach act up more than they ever had in your life. 
i got goosebumps all over me
“next time, just let me know what’s on your mind, yeah?” he asks. “okay.” you say, looking at him with pure admiration. “that’s my girl.” 
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xoscarllet · 23 days ago
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Warmth
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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!
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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..
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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 )
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carllgrimesgf · 2 months ago
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Enemies? Yeah Right.
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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!
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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
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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!
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noodlewritez · 1 month ago
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Dirty thief
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Pairings: Carl Grimes x Savior!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Negan's kid!reader, hate sex (But they actually hate each other so no kissy kissy stuff), really gross, sloppy oral (M!recieving), cussing
It was 3:39 AM. You throw your rope over the side fence of Alexandria. Sneaking your way around to the armory, unaware of the blue eye watching you from across the street.
Earlier that day, you had gone with your dad's right hand man, Dwight as he was picking up supplies. You saw the armory, looking through the door window, seeing the guns, the gorgeous detail on the guns. Knowing your dad, Negan, wouldn't let you have a gun, you planned to take one, in the middle of the night when no one was awake. You knew they had guard watchers for the main gate and the main gate only so you had to go through the woods to get to the side. You land in a cul-de-sac, running lowly so no one could suspect anything.
You make it to the armory, slamming your body harshly but quietly against the door, popping it open. You're suddenly on the ground, tackled by a tall teenager, someone around your age. You could barely make out any features, the only recognizable trait being the hat you saw on the leader's son that day. This should be easy.
You get up and punch him in the jaw then he pushes you to the ground. "You fucking thief!” He whispers harshly at you, pinning your wrists to the wood floor. You kick him in the hip, getting up and attempting to run before he grabs your leg and slides you under him, straddling you now.
You notice the bulge in his jeans and you smirk and stop fighting back, letting him keep your wrists pinned. "Are you fucking enjoying this?" You spit harshly. His eyes widen but he quickly tries to hide his surprise that you noticed the state he's in.
"Shut the fuck up." He growls. "Tell me that all you want, but I'm not the one who's harder than a fucking rock, now am I? You fucking like that you pinned me down and you sure like the idea of us fucking so cut to the chase and do it already." You spit. He contemplates, still pinning you down, straddling you then rolls his eyes. "You better make this fucking quick."
He releases your wrists, standing up and unbuckling his belt while leaning against the nearest wall. You follow, waiting for him to fish himself out of his own jeans. You roll your eyes as you get fed up. "Jesus fucking Christ, do I have to do everything for you?" You dig his hard, angry cock out of his jeans, sliding them down to his ankles. He takes control, his fingers, digging into your hair as you take him in your mouth. "Fuck, do I have to do this everytime to shut you up?" He pants.
Your spit drips down onto the wood floor and down the throat he was using, soaking your shirt. You fingers hook around the back of his legs, pushing him further down your throat, now feeling him deep in your throat, your nose now buried in his loins. Now, you can fucking taste his sweet precum as he whines, moaning. His hands fasten his movement on your head, up and down his hard length, throwing his head back. "God...dammit..." He gasps, he was getting close.
You pull off of him, standing up to remove your shorts and your soaked panties and shirt when he picks your right thigh up, his other hand pumping his cock and rubbing it against your clit, teasing you. "You said you wanted this to be quick." You try not to whine at the sensation, scratching his back harshly, possibly drawing blood. He inhales sharply and slams into you, feeling all eight inches inside your spongy insides. He lifts up by your other thigh, pressing your whole body against the wall, biting our shoulder, making you hiss.
He starts pumping into you relentlessly, utterly using you to get himself off. You pant and squeeze your eyes closed as you try not to make a pleasurable sound, not giving him what he wants but god, the way he was pounding right on your spot. You moan, scratching his back, digging into his back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." You chant, getting dizzy as you feel your orgasm building itself up.
You dig your nails into his back and squeeze your eyes shut once more, waiting for the orgasm to hit you as there was no sign of him stopping. He feels you clenching and slows his place, smirking. Your eyes open. "What... the fuck?!" You pull back, looking him in the eyes with an angry look. "Oh...I'm sorry, did i stop something?" He smirks. "Want me to keep going?" He coos mockingly.
"Keep fuckin' going, Grimes." You growl and with that, his hips start snapping against yours once again. You throw your head back against the wood walls and bite. "If only you looked as good as you fucked, Grimes, Christ...." You whine as his pace picks up. "This is all your fucking good for. Just a hole for me to fuck." He pants, looking down at you sucking him in, the sight getting him off more than it fucking should. You feel your orgasm crawl back closer to you, your hands finding his scalp and pulling his hair.
"God...."
He smirks, finding pleasure in you trying to hide your sounds. "Fuck, anyone else know what a little slut you are, or do you save it just for me?" He growls in your ear and fuck, that's what breaks you. You cum all over him, coating him, you throw your head back, pulling his hair tighter in between your fingers as you moan loudly.
"God, you are just a fucking slut, liking it when I insult you." he smirks, pounding non-stop until he groans and leans his weight on you, spilling into you. "Fuck...Fuck." He moans.
He pulls out, both of you standing on wobbly legs now. You pull your shorts on, strutting out of the door as confident as you can muster as you pull your shirt on.
You don't see him again until Dwight takes you for the ride to another supply pick-up. You get out of the truck to see him except this time clothed. You flush as you see him, walking towards him when Dwight wasn't looking. "You're limping." He bites back a smile. You roll your eyes, that's all you need.
"Until next time?" He looks you up and down then winks at you.
Next time?
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carlplsrailme · 2 years ago
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𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 | 𝐜.𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬
summary: the cowboy hat rule. take a cowboy's hat, you gotta ride the cowboy.
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carl grimes x fem!reader
cw: riding, p in v sex, etc
word count: 500
request: Idk if you’re taking requests right now but this popped into my head? Have you ever tried writing Carl with the cowboy hat rule? If not this is definitely a suggestion to try :) (Cowboy hat rule: take someone’s hat and put it on your own head, you have to “ride the cowboy”)
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he's gotten on your last nerve.
well, he actually "got on your last nerve" about 2 hours ago, you're just soaking in it.
you sit in the desk chair, tip-toes halting your limp spinning as you stare at your boyfriend again.
you're so bored.
"do-"
"no."
he answered plainly, flipping to the next page of his comic that stole all his attention. he's sitting on his bed as the perfectly good day wastes away into the night.
you don't even wanna go out anymore, you just want to lay with him, kiss him, but he isn't even giving you a chance!
you sigh as the sticky summer heat slicks your body with every movement, you rest your fist on your cheek as you fantasize about all the things you could do if he'd just listen.
"Carl."
he looked up from his comic, brow twisted in confusion at your almost stern tone as you sit up from the chair that's been melted to you for the past two hours
you lean down to him and swiftly remove his sheriff's hat from his head, placing it onto your own.
you still felt his confusion, but you most certainly got his attention.
"the cowboy rule," you begin
"take the cowboys hat, you gotta ride the cowboy" and with that, he pulls you into him, lips sealed onto one and other as his hands grip your sides, he moves your hips on his own as you grind against him.
you quickly remove your clothes and start to unzip him, he groans with your touch and soon he springs free, pre-cum oozing from his tip as you stroke him a couple of times
you scoot up to him as you line yourself with him, sliding his cock in as you lean yourself closer to him, overwhelmed with pleasure
after adjusting, you begin to roll your hips, pussy clenching onto him as you twitch with the movement. he groans and latched onto your hips as his nails dig into your sides
"carl!" you cried as you fucked yourself with his cock, moving up and down as the cowboy hat on your head threatened to fall. with one hand you held it on tight as you leaned down to kiss him, feeling yourself bubble up with pleasure
his cock bullied its way through your insides with every movement you made, tip poking your cervix as he thrust up with you.
you felt your pussy ache as his dick stretched you out even more, soon letting out a broken moan as you came, he sped up his movements as he groaned and confessed he was close, soon shooting his cum inside of you
you leaned into his body as he wrapped his arms around you, breathing not slowing as he lets out a chuckle, and you feel the hat get snatched from your head
he places it back onto his as his brown locks feel empty without it, you grin up at him, successfully stealing his attention and placing it on you.
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an: hii guys! I missed you guys so much! I hope you guys enjoyed this even though it's short, btw, whoever anon is...I love love loved this request!! thank you so much!! <33
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rinnyyyyyyyyy · 1 year ago
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so tell me you love me.
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wicked games - the weekend.
you and Carl get high, go into the woods and end up making out, one thing leads to another.
!tw - getting high, public sex & almost getting caught.
carl is 18 and so is reader.
..you were with Daryl, in the woods fucking around, scavenging..."the hells that?" you say, pointing at what looked like a house, you start walking towards it..until daryl grabs your shoulder and tells you to wait before getting in front of you with his crossbow ready to shoot at whatever. you get in side safely, and start rummaging through shit, until, you find some weed, you put it in your pocket. you didn't care wether Daryl saw or not, it's not like he would try to stop you. he knew you were a teenager and would still find one way or another to get your hands on it. "you find anything?" you ask, "....nah, nothin' good here..you?." ..you debated wether you should tell him what you found. "..nah. nothing good over here, either." .you two started walking back to Alexandria.
you were excited to finally be back, you missed your boyfriend, carl. and you genuinely couldn't wait to show him what you found in the woods, you were walking to his house. but on the way you seen his dad, "hey, rick, carl home?", rick looks at you "yeah. he should be there, you gonna go by?".."yeah.. I am" he nods and walks off, you get there and open the door, you start to head up to his room, you open the door and throw the pot on his bed.."you got paper, pookie?" you hear him laugh a bit at that. "well I do have some pretty thin paper? would that work?" he looks at you while holding some pretty thin paper "maybe, Its been awhile since I've done this. we could also use a can, all we need is a lighter but I got one." taking the paper and somehow managing to roll it.
"we should go to the woods, your dad could get here any minute, you know? besides, the house would start smelling." you look at him while licking the joint to make it stick together. "..yeah, sure. my dad would probably kill me if he found out we smoked inside anyway." you hum in response of that. you always thought rick would be more chill about that kinda stuff, considering you ARE in a zombie apocalypse. but once you started dating carl, that changed.
you two were in the woods sitting against a tree smoking away in silence. until carl breaks it. "you used to do this?" he said hitting the joint. "yeah, I used to take daryls cigarettes, until he found out." you laugh a little. "hey, carl." you say, "yeah?", you start to lean in him not noticing because of how high out of his mind he was, until you were right in front of him, both of your noses touching. you leaned in completely until your lips were touching, pulling you onto his lap, he kissed you. after a few seconds you pull back and say, "its still burning. give it here." you take it and turn it off. it hadn't even been a second after you turned it off, and he had you under him, pinned, legs entangled. his knee on top of your crotch area, you grunted when you felt his knee there. "carl!-" you moaned out, not meaning to. he laughed a little "what's wrong..? you were kissing all on me not too long ago." he said, pushing his knee down on him and leaning down to plant small kisses up and down on his neck, his hand running up the other males thigh and side. you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it when he got like this.
after a few minutes of making out and taking off each others pants off you hear something..or was it someone?. carl stops and grabs his knife from his pants next to him not knowing who it was.
until he saw michonne. he threw the knife to the floor with his pants, and got on top of you again. "..wh-" "michonne, don't worry about it. she didn't see us." he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head with one of his hands, giving you a kiss.
"you ready, pretty boy?" as he spoke he was pulling down the waistband of your boxers waiting for you to reply. you gave him a simple nod, but he wanted to hear you. "use your words. I want to hear you." when he said that you took a deep breath. "yeah..im ready." when you said that he took your boxers off, and immediately pushed his middle finger in and started moving it in a circle motion. "Carl!- fuck!" you were whimpering out his name over and over just because of his finger. it made you feel unbelievably pathetic and desperate for his cock to be inside of you. "look at you..you look so pretty like this, baby." after he said that he pushed in a second finger and started stretching you out in a scissoring motion, truthfully, it hurts like a bitch, but it felt so good just because it was him. if it was anyone else you'd hate it.
after he finished stretching you out, he puts his thumb to your chin and taps it, "open, honey." so you do. and when you do he puts his ring and middle finger in, gently rubbing against the males tongue with his fingers. once he got enough spit on his fingers he put some on the males entrance while pulling his own boxers down with the other hand. releasing his hard cock. once he put some on your hole he put what was remaining on his tip and on the rest of him.
once he put the tip in he leaned down so he could kiss you, distracting you from the sting of his cock entering you. once he was halfway in he pulled away from you causing your moans to be louder. tears were starting to form in your eyes, from the sting. once he realized this he keeps going but speeds the process up a little.
"you're gonna be okay, it just hurts now but it'll feel better eventually, okay? just like the other times." he says wiping away any tears you had while you grasp onto leafs and sticks next to you. once he's fully in he looks at you for any sign that it's okay to move, "I'll start moving once you want me to, sound good?", you cant even bring your self to reply, considering what was inside of you at the moment. but once you felt like it was alright to move, you nodded. "you can.. you can start."
once he starts moving he starts off slow and gentle. him being settled on top your body, his hands at the side of your thighs, kissing and biting your collarbone. your hands scratching and clawing at his back, while your a moaning and whimpering mess. "cum with me, okay? be my good boy and cum with me." he says with little grunts here and there.
the slow and gentle pace didn't last long, he started being faster and rougher with you, your hands still scratching up his back because he's fucking into you so good that you can't think straight, you can't even make a sentence. all you can do is moan his name and be a perfect little stuttering mess for him.
as soon as you feel that familiar knot and uncomfortable feeling your back arches, and you grab onto his hair as if you're trying to tell him something, but it seems that's what it took to make him go over the edge. almost as soon as he came inside of you, you came on his stomach.
on your way back to Alexandria, you see Rick. waiting for you at the gates.
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smutinlove · 6 months ago
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↳ CARL GRIMES MASTERLIST
—dedicated to the whores of alexandria and the walking dead.
special mentions: @hiro--aoki @carlsdarling @taylormarieee @loveforcarl @jas2010 (im mentally ill and these are my pookies)
rules for requesting
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Smut —Carl gets jealous when Ron tries to hit on you
Smut—Carl gets rough
Smut—Slutty slut
Smut-Dinner with Grimes—You and Carl decided to host dinner at your place. But you wanted to tease Carl, so you wore an extremely short dress.
Smut—Begging
Smut—Just sex
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Suggestive—Eyes apparently don't lie
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Fluff—Reader writes a love letter/appreciation letter
Fluff-Cabin—Carl Grimes asks to marry you
Fluff—CHRISTMAS SPECIAL
Fluff—NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)
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Angst—Carl, Rick, and Glenn notice that the reader hasn't been eating/sleeping. They force an intervention.
Angst—Reader cries about Carl's death
Angst—Reader dies. Carl cries. (Lineup)
Angst—Reader hurts herself. Carl comforts her.
Angst —Carl comforts an insecure reader. SH WARNING
Angst leading to fluff—Carl goes on a scavenging trip but gets lost. The reader goes to look for him.
Angst—After Negan kills readers father figure, Glenn Rhee, she and Carl start to fight a lot. One day, after an intense fight, Negan suddenly arrives to Alexandria. He manipulates the reader to Carl.
Angst/fluff—Dad figure Glenn. Carl hangs out with Enid a lot, making the reader jealous. !argument
Angst/fluff—Shy/sensitive reader. Carl and reader fight because she sneaks out and Rick scolds Carl, making him apologize.
Angst/fluff—Dad figure Glenn. Reader runs away because she hates Enid and her father figure adopted her. Carl finds her.
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Small Series
You were my light part 1 —The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.
You were my light part 2
You were my light part 3
You were my light part 4
You were my light part 5
You were my light ALTERNATIVE ENDING—The daughter of Negan Smith wakes up from what she thought was real but was a dream. She wants to find him. Y/N Smith wants to find Carl Grimes.
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WORDS BURN HARD: CARL GRIMES X FEM!OC
Chapter One: The Woods
Chapter Two: Undetected
Chapter Three: Solitude
Chapter Four: a secret
Chapter Five: I watch as you're leaving
Chapter Six: Meddlsome
Chapter Seven: The Journal
Chapter Eight: A caged boy
Chapter Nine: Lavenders
Chapter Ten: Little Blue light
Chapter Eleven: Shopping and Paranoia
Chapter Twelve: The Start of Shame
Chapter Thirteen: War of Shame
Chapter Fourteen: Linked Destiny
Chapter Fifteen: Resurrection
Chapter Sixteen: coming soon
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zomb-core · 4 months ago
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۫ ꣑ৎ SCARS || carl grimes x female reader
summary: carl sees your scars and comforts you.
(intended lowercase)
warnings: talks of past self harm.
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when the apocalypse started everything changed, you and everyone else's lives were flipped upside down nearly overnight and it was an adjustment to say the least.
out of everything, one thing remained the same; your relationship with long sleeves. you used to hate them, they were hot and itchy but you'd grown accustomed to them over time. before everything had happened, you had been dealing with your previous life and issues and it had taken a toll on you. you had felt so alone and helpless and it caused you to do things you weren't proud of, self harm being one of those things.
you regretted it more than anything, you hated the way the scars looked on your wrist and the way it made people think of you — it was belittling. so you covered them.
it seemed like a ridiculous thing to care about with everything going on, but you were only human and you were bound to have insecurities.
your paranoia of people seeing them only grew when you met carl.
at first you hadn't understood why, but time slowly revealed your infatuation with him and it made sense why you wouldn't want him to know about them. you wanted him to see you, not your past mistakes.
and he did, he saw you more than anyone. he listened to you, he took care of you, he loved you and his love was the most beautiful thing you had ever experienced. you had never experienced something as refreshing and tender as his love and you were beyond ecstatic the day he asked you to be his girlfriend.
it was the sweetest thing, you were sitting against a tree trunk with him by your side, your head rested on his shoulder while you read an issue of your favorite comic together. he would wait for you to finish to turn the page even when he was itching to turn the page to see the next part and something about that factor made you weak in the knees.
you had thanked him for being so patient and he told you not to worry about it.
then, he reached over and plucked a small yellow flower from the grass and handed it to you. it was a simple gesture but it brought a smile to your lips. you leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and he responded by kissing you on the lips and asking you to be his girlfriend.
you would've been a fool to say no.
now you sat on the edge of his bed, anxiously waiting for him.
the two of you had been on watch together, you were both talking about your day and what you planned to do after you finished there. everything had been going perfect, except for the fact that it was extremely hot out.
you could feel the sun on your back as you spoke with him, beads of sweat forming on the back of your neck. it was torture.
you weren't sure what invoked you to do it, but you rolled up your sleeves. it was so hot that you hadn't even thought about it until the damage was done and his eye was flickering between your face and your arm in shock. the second you processed what you had done you had rolled them back down and turned to walk away in a panic.
you heard him call after you but you ignored him.
after pacing around your room for a while, you had come to the conclusion that talking to him was the smartest of all of your options so here you were.
“y/n?” you were brought out of your thoughts by the sound of his voice.
“carl, hey.” you stood up from where you were sitting on the bed, your hands clasped together in front of you. “I, um..” you searched for what to say but words seemed to elude you.
he luckily filled the silence that surrounded you in your panic, “we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to.”
your breath quivered as you shook your head in a silent attempt to clear your thoughts. before he had walked in the room, you were certain you were gonna explain it to him and answer any questions he might have, but every fiber of your being was racked with uncertainty.
“I'm here if you want to, though.”
your legs pressed against the side of the mattress as you stepped back into the bed to take a seat, catching your head in your hands when you did. “I do.”
a moment passed before you felt the bed dip next to you, he left a decent size space in-between the both of you likely assuming you wanted space and waited for you to speak, his gaze lingering on you as he did so.
“I shouldn't have kept it from you,” you lifted your head to meet his eyes, his gaze was gentle and attentive and you relaxed under it, “I was scared you'd see me differently and I couldn't… I can't handle it.”
“I wouldn't.” he assured, shaking his head as if to emphasize the statement. “if it's important to you that I don't address them I won't.”
his hand moved to linger above yours, his thumb grazing the back of your palm. carl had always been big on physical touch when it came to the two of you being alone or a situation where one of you needed comfort, but he respected your boundaries and was willing to make sure you were comfortable with the touch at the moment. you briefly nodded to tell him it was okay, and he rested his hand atop of yours, his eyes never once moving from your face.
“It's not that,” you sighed, staring down at where his hand sat on yours. “when I started I felt so alone it was sickening and when people found out, the feeling only seemed to grow. people looked at me like I wasn't human anymore, I was just seen as this weak, demented monster who couldn't handle the real world.”
tears clouded your vision as you spoke, you felt so vulnerable and it made you nauseous, but you needed him to know. you couldn't keep it from him forever and you knew if you didn't address it now, you might never get the chance. “they told me they were gross and that I should cover them and I listened. I know they're not pleasant to look at and I know what people think when they see them, I wanted to avoid that.. with you especially.”
when you finally managed to look back up at him you were met with a look of acknowledgement instead of the usual pity or disgust you saw from others. “I don't think they're gross or that you're weak.”
he turned your wrist over and adjusted your sleeve to examine your arm, his thumb tracing over the gnarled skin. “you’re alive, you survived and if they're proof of that then they're not gross and they sure as hell don't mean you're weak.”
he brought your wrist up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss against your pulse point, lingering for a moment before pulling back and releasing his hold on your arm.
“thank you.” you mumbled, a small sniffle accompanying the words.
his thumb swept over a fallen tear and he shook his head, “don’t thank me.” lanky arms found their way around your shoulders and pulled you closer, your face pressed flush against the curve of his neck. the familiar brush of his lips met the side of your scalp as he placed a gentle kiss there. “I love you.”
you readjusted yourself in his embrace just enough for you to lean back and capture his lips in a tentative kiss. “I love you, too.”
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twddiary · 2 years ago
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ೄྀ࿐ˊˎ- I need him.
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lunarnightt · 5 months ago
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𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 ⎯ Carl Grimes
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WARNINGS! ⎯ there are none! Just pure fluff! SUMMARY ⎯ Your father, Daryl Dixon, always treated your mother like a queen before she died; now you want someone to do the same, and who better than your best friend, Carl Grimes. A/N ⎯ This is based on the song 'Like My Father' by Jax. I also want to thank everyone who LOVED my Carl Grimes x Gothic reader so much! I love you all!
For as long as you could remember; your father treated your mother like a goddess, like a queen.
Whatever she wanted, she got. whatever she asked for, she got. There were never any ifs or buts about it. Your dad worshipped the ground she walked and treasured her like any man should do a woman.
As you got older, you watched your father do everything he could for your mother. He would constantly have dinner dates with her, and take her on romantic walks in the middle of the night when they thought you were asleep. This never changed when your mom got cancer and started doing chemo.
Your father shaved his own head with her so she wouldn't be alone, held her hand during every treatment, and watched her throw up blood until her last dying breath.
Your mother died before the world went to shit so there you were, sitting at the query watching other kids play with their moms and dads, silently resenting them for having both. Your mother was dead and your dad was cold and couldn't care what you did anymore because he was still grieving the loss of his wife.
That was when that changed; a little boy walked up to you and practically forced you to play with him. You would learn that his name was Carl and he too lost his dad but of course, we all know how that went.
Eventually, you and Carl became best friends; going and growing through hell together. You both survived through so much and yet you helped him look on the brighter side of life.
Over time, as you two grew older, the two of you slowly fell in love with one another but never said a thing because one- you're either running from the dead, and two- neither one of you thought you liked each other back.
But one thing was for certain; you wanted a man who loves you like you're father loved your mom.
It was like any other day for you and Carl. You both sat in your bedroom reading comic books, the soft sound of Johnny Cash playing in the background filling your ears.
You looked over at the Grimes boy, looking over the handsome features you've grown to love over the last few years; to his long shaggy hair, his beat-up cowboy hat, and his missing eye something he was very insecure of but you thought was badass.
Before he could catch your gaze though, you looked down and the record stopped playing which made the both of you groan. "Great. Now one of us has to get up and flip it over." You whined, crossing your arms over your chest and looking at the record player in your room.
Carl sighed and pushed himself off the ground, walking over to the record playing and taking the record off. "What are you doing?" You asked, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. Carl smiled and turned to you. "Putting on Abba. I thought Dancing Queen was your favorite and you want to listen to it?" He spoke and he wasn't entirely wrong.
"I do but I thought you wanted to listen to Johnny Cash?" You spoke softly and Carl just rolled his eye and turned to face you. "Does it matter what I want?" He spoke before turning to face the record player and placing the needle on the record, the song Dancing Queen filling the room as he made his way and sat back down next to you.
That day you knew that Carl was the type you wanted, the type you knew would love you like your father did to your mom.
So, you contemplated forever, debating on telling him how you felt but when you did; you wrote him a nice simple letter and left it on the inside of his hat. It took him a while but he finally found it, looking at it with confusion while the words "read me cowboy" jumped out at him in all capital letters.
He knew it was from you because only you called him cowboy and only you would do something like leaving a letter on the inside of his hat.
So, he read it as instructed and he became over the moon because not only did you tell him how you felt but you actually liked him back.
Carl rushed out of the house to look for you, going to all the places he knew you would be. He went to Rosita, to Maggie and Glenn's place because you loved playing with Herschal Jr before finally finding you training with Jesus.
"Looks like you're boyfriend is here" Jesus joked which made you roll your eyes and flip him off as you made your way over to Carl. "Hey cowboy" You spoke with a teasing smirk but your smirk was wiped clean off your face when he held up the letter.
"Are you telling the truth?" He asked, needing reassurance like he always did when he was unsure of something. You gave him a small smile and nodded your head. "Yes. Why would I lie to you of all people?" You asked and before you could say anything else, his lips were pressed against yours.
As the two of you kissed, your hand moved to the back of his neck while his hands moved to your waist. After a minute, the two of you pulled apart and he pressed his forehead against yours.
"You don't know how long I wanted to do that" He whispered against your lips and you giggled, moving to play with the soft locks of his hair. "It's about damn time, cowboy" You spoke back and he immediately pressed his lips against yours, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.
Ever since then, he truly loved you like your father did your mom and maybe even more than he ever did.
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