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The Bad Influence—PART.1

PAIRING WITH—Carl. Grimes, Enid. Mettle, Ron. Anderson, Mikey. “Sinclair”. + .You // ( 9.5k words )—

SYNOPSIS |: Getting a bunch of kids your age drunk in the middle of the apocalypse, and even though the world is ending you somehow feel normal.

ALTERNATIVE UNIVERSE |: Ron and Mikey don’t die, and they live happily ever after in Alexandria ( I wish )

DESCRIPTION |: You have always found yourself awake at 3, sometimes maybe 5 in the morning, thinking, pondering. Cigarettes, alcohol, weed, anything to fill that void. No one has been able to stop you, no one. Unfortunately you rub your bad habits off on people you look down upon. Instead of finding yourself in your bed, lightning a cigarette after a nightmare, you found yourself laying the Anderson’s basement, hungover after a long night.

CONTENT |: SFW!, pre-one eyes Carl, Carl+Enid+Ron+You love square ( ? ), Alexandria Era, mini series, long chapters, alternative universe, teens being teens, Awkward! Mikey, Nervous! Carl, Cowgirl! Reader, reader is given a backstory, reader is sort of an asshole, goes between 1st person and 2nd person POV, OOC ( ? ), use of ‘y/n’

CW |: underage drinking/smoking, pure pressuring, kissing, swearing, PTSD, canon/typical violence, abuse, paranoia, guns, talk of past SA/almost getting taken advantage of,— let me know if I missed anything.

Atlanta, shit. I’m still only in Atlanta. Every time I think I’m gonna wake up back in the woods. When I first got to Alexandria it was worse. I’d wake up and there would be everyone on the living room floor. When I was here I wanted to be there, when I was there I wanted to be here, never ending. I haven’t said a thing to Rick until I said yes to some canned food.

3:30, 3:30 am. Every time I glanced at Glenn’s pocket watch, it never changed. Stop and think, whether or not you think this was a good idea. Was Alexandria a good place? Maybe it’s like Woodbury. . .Maybe the place might end up like the prison. . .Or maybe the people here were just like the people at Terminus. But for tonight all I decided to do was rest my head on the small, worn bag I have had since the prison.

What felt like an eternity later, I looked back at Glenn’s pocket watch. 3:34, 3:34am. It was never ending. Paranoia, a gut wrenching suspicion this place wasn’t good. Mitchonne, Glenn, Maggie, they all had good feelings about this place. They kept telling themselves this was a good place because they have been holding on for to long, it was time to get settled, they were strong enough if shit hit the fan. Meanwhile Rick, Daryl, and I were all going crazy whether or not we should trust this place. Me and Rick more than Daryl. . .

Every minute I had been here, my brain was always circling back to square one. ‘It was too good to be true’. Before the outbreak it wasn’t even like this. I never had a proper bed to sleep in, always sleeping on the couch or basement of my grandparents house, they were always nice to me, but now they are gone.

I adapted to the new world really easily, never stopped to think in the new world if I shouldn’t pull the trigger when someone else’s finger was also on the trigger, I just did, not even hear their side of the story. To be honest I could be seen as a devil from people outside the group. Cold, stoic, strong, even despite my age. 15 years old, in this world you were adult as soon as you killed the living or dead, at least nowadays. But unfortunately for a curtain someone, their father still thought of him as a baby, not because he was one, but because Rick was scared to lose him.

Carl always sort of resented you for that. You were aloud to do whatever you wanted, at least for things like going out on runs by yourself, or smoking, or drinking, plus being an extremely valued member. You had no parents, and you were too far gone for any one to talk you out of these habits. You always kind of wanted for someone to stop you. Maybe hit the cigarette out of your hand or snatch the bottle of beer and smash it. Carol had tried to do it a few times, but it always ended up with you yelling at Carol and almost everyone getting involved.

First time you ever smoked a cigarette in the new world was when you first got to the prison, covered head to toe in walker blood, ears ringing, head aching. You found a small tin box of rolled cigarettes behind a desk in one of the cells. Next moment you knew, you were in the watch tower, smoking every last one of the rolled cigarettes. Every night since then, you found yourself smoking 2 to 3 cigarettes.

By the time you knew it, it was morning, you were already up and you stayed like that. One of first chances to get real sleep and you blew it, well besides the fact you were laying on the floor. One by one everyone started getting up, maybe searching the pantries for canned food like savages, just like the good old days during winter when you went out on runs when everyone was starving.

Around 8:00, 8:00am, you locked yourself in a room that didn’t have any flooring or any drywall on the second floor, the plywood was dry and dusty. Looking back at it, it might have calmed you, knowing a unkept life, a life filled with fear for so long, then being exposed to such a lavish life was overwhelming, like a dream you couldn’t wake up from. It was too good to be true.

A little after the small meltdown you had, you crept back downstairs. It was quiet, soft and homey, you hated it. The reflex of reaching for your weapon well searching through a new area consumed you, unfortunately the only two guns you had—two pretty matching revolvers with a white handle was confiscated by Deanna and her crew, it brought you back to when you took weapons from new comer’s at the prison, except Deanna’s crew was much more nicer about it.

Well peeking into the kitchen, you saw Rick, he was getting a haircut by some woman who you didn’t recognize. Once Rick noticed you, you all paused, and the lady was the first to talk. “Oh, hello! Who is this Rick?” Her voice was very repetitive, like she didn’t understand what world we lived in. “This is,-” Rick said your name loud enough for you to snap out of your trance, this wasn’t real, this wasn’t real it was to human, “She’s apart of our group” to filled with life. “Nice to meet you, young lady, I’m Jessie. I live on the corner.” Damn you, Jessie, so sweet yet so oblivious. She talked to you like a child.

Your face stayed emotionless, not really bating an eye when she let out her hand to shake yours, when you didn’t hold your hand out to shake hers, she awkwardly retracted her hand. “I didn’t know you had another kid Ron’s age in your group, Rick.” Jessie awkwardly chuckled, slowly going back to cutting his hair.

You sort of zoned out well the two were talking, before you knew it, you were following behind Rick as he lead Jessie out the door once she was done cutting his hair, the two of you watched Jessie walk down the street, Rick felt his hair through his fingers, flopping down on the porch chair. “So, you’re just gonna sit around and pretend this place is safe now?” You said barely above whisper, as Jessie was still in earshot. Rick sighed. “It’s not about pretending, y/n. We need a moment to breathe.…” Rick glanced over to you, with the look he always has on his face. “Breathe? Do ya’ think the dead care we’re relaxed? Ya’ think they will stop by you getting a haircut?” “It’s not just the haircut, It’s about trying to find normalcy.”

You let out a long and loud sigh, slightly understanding where he comes from. “Normalcy? ” Rick sighed at your words, but you let out a sarcastic laugh. “You think normalcy will save us? Look, I get it—this place looks nice, but nice ain’t mean safe.”

Rick got a bit more serious when he realized you ain’t letting this go. “I know it doesn’t, y/n. But we can’t live in fear and paranoia the rest of our lives.” “You say that, sheriff, but you ain’t the one to see your entire family eaten and get turned the day the world went to hell.” You’d step a little closer before Rick stood up, standing over you. “No, I didn’t, but I too have lost people. We all have.” All you did was scoff in Rick’s face. “Yeah, but you’ve got Carl, Judith, this place. You’re already wrapped up in this place, I’m not. I can’t trust it.”

You got a long flash back of the day you got separated from everyone at the prison. You walked one day and one night and ended up in a brothal that was still some how running. They traded in guns, canned food, gas, anything for a night with one of brothal workers or a hotel room. The night you traded in the last bit of your ammo for one hotel room, and unknowingly one of the male security tried to take advanced of you, luckily you got away, and Rick was the only one you told. Rick’s attitude softened. “L-Look I get that. But, kid, we can’t let paranoia take over. Yes we need to keep an eye out, I understand, but also-” You quickly cut off Rick, pointing a finger at him to shut up.

“But what? Let our guard down? Enjoy the view?” All you did was give Rick a sarcastic confused look, which made him sigh. “No. Keep our guard up while still living, kid.” Rick always had a plan, a good plan. That’s the guy he was. “Easy for you to say. You’ve got a plan. A family, a real reason to live. I’m just. . .me.” The two of you stayed quiet for a bit as you sat down on the porch steps, Rick still lingering behind you. “You’re more than just you, kid. You’re apart of this family. Your instincts are sharp. I need that. We need that.” Despite you having your back facing Rick, you could still tell he had that stupid grin on his face. “I. . .I just don’t want to end up. . .like them. . .like my parents.” By the time you were like this in an argument, you would have your face buried in your father’s old hat he always wore to rodeos, but you lost it after the prison.

“And you won’t. We’ll watch each other’s backs, Just promise me you’ll let me know when you feel something’s off.” Rick rested his hand on your shoulder before heading back inside the house. You stoped him before he opened the door. “Fine. But if I say jump, you better ask how high.” You finally faced towards Rick, who also turned around as you spoke. “Deal.” He chuckled before heading back inside.

Ever since the prison, days blended together, hours blended together. One moment you could be playing with Judith, the next you are getting mad at Rick or Daryl, like you couldn’t fill the gaps. This time you found yourself getting ready to go for a walk with Judith and Carl. The community was a nice place to walk, you never had to worry about anything, didn’t have to carry a gun. Even at the prison you had to carry a gun, but it never was a calm and peaceful walk, probably because all you were doing was walking cell block to cell block.

“Deanna was nice enough to get us a stroller, it’s a nice stroller. . .” Carl chuckled before placing Judith in the stroller. You never liked holding Judith, to full of life, she shouldn’t have to be born in such a cruel world. “Don’t you think it’s weird. I don’t know, maybe a trap. . ?” There was a wave of silence, it seemed Carl was thinking over your words. “A trap…? This place is safe y/n. We’ve got walls, we’ve got more people looking out for us.” Carl turned around, an eyebrow raised with a bit of confusion plastered on his face. “Safe? You really think that? You trust them because they smile?” You pointed out at a few of the other Alexandria’s that were off in the distance, who were smiling and laughing, “While smiling or not, we’ve had worse places. Before this we were surviving off dogs and worms. This is a step up.” It was never ending, it was a hard to believe, but it was better than out there. . .

“Step up? More like step up from a different thing to be scared of.” You were not really looking at Carl as the two of you talked, which was a bit difficult for him. “You’re just being paranoid, y/n. Not everything and everyone is a threat.” Carl stoped pushing Judith in her stroller, which caused her to whine, but Carl was to deep in with talking to you and your stubbornness. “And not everything is sunshines and fucking rainbows, kiddo. You don’t get it!” You turned around as soon as Carl stoped. Carl was a bit taken a back by your tone in voice, the two of you never really gotten along due to the fact you were treated differently by the group, more mature and treated like an adult, even though you two were the same age.

“I do get it! I lost my mom too, remember?” Carl’s words made you soften a bit, you weren’t a monster but you weren’t all human either. “Yeah, you did. But that doesn’t mean you should ignore your instincts!-” You were cut off by the sound of an old lady gasping, a few elders were sitting on a porch, they must have heard Judith crying in the stroller. “Oh my god! Is that a baby?” Wrinkly smiles were plaster all over the old hags faces, you glanced at the old woman and then back at Carl. “I’ll see you later, Grimes boy…” You bumped Carl in the shoulder as you walked off.

Like always the hours blended together, it was confusing. You didn’t know what you did when the hours blended together, but you were outside of the walls of Alexandria, you hope you told people you left. But you did have your two revolvers back, placed in the holsters on your hips, with a heavy backpack that was worn.

After 30 minutes of walking you found a parked car on the side of the road, it was a red truck. A bit beat up but still looked useable. You peaked through the windows, checking to see if anyone or anything was in it. While slowly opening the car door an owl was sitting on the seat, its head turned a full 180 degrees, peering its big beady eyes at you. As you slowly pulled your knife out of its sheath, the owl came and charged towards you, but before it could attack, you pushed the knife into its head, and slamming it against the seat.

While you waked around the truck, the owls blood dripped down leaving a trail. Surprisingly the car still worked, and had a little over half a tank. You threw the now dead owl on the floor of the passenger seat. After driving a good 10 minutes, you saw a farm. It was obviously abandoned, at least that’s what you hoped.

When searching the property, it represented past life, old kids toys filled a nursery, rotting food on the dining table, and decomposing bodies. An old man’s body swung side to side, but all he was now was a walker, along with two young girls underneath the hanging man. He hung himself instead of facing the new world. Its dead bodies weak, most likely not eating enough living made them weak. With a flashlight on one hand and knife it the other, you killed the two walker girls, but not the dead man, he deserved to hang up there after most likely killing the girls. Dumb bastard.

When raiding the home, you just kept finding more and more weak walkers. With no mercy, you kept them all alive, but you killed what seemed to be all kids.

After what felt like an hour, you finished the sweep. A large property and plus it only being you, it took way longer than with a group. It seemed to be around mid afternoon when you were done. By the time you hit the road you were going over what you got in your head, it was a decent sweep. Clean clothes, new boots now your old ones are to worn, and on your way out you found some old lady’s cigarette stash, a small bag of weed, a few jars of moonshine, and obviously some stuff to give to the gang.

It was around 6:30, 6:30pm, when you got back to Alexandria. If you were right about the month, it was spring so the sun was already setting. You never really realized the golds and blues in the sky from sunsets until now. You stuck your head out of the window, looking up at Sasha who was on watch duty. These people were really lost before you and the group showed up, damn people didn’t even have a watch.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s back, glad you showed up, kid.” Sasha had a shit-eating grin on her face, dispite her spiralling in her own world, she still liked your company. You waved at her out the window of the truck. Sasha hollered for Arron to call over a few others, and help out with you and the stuff you scavenged. Cars weren’t aloud inside the walls of Alexandria for god knows why, so you parked it outside the was next to the other vehicles. The car jerked a few times due to the fact you weren’t the best at driving yet, sure you could go at an even pace, but due to the fact Daryl taught you how to drive a manual car, he ain’t all that good at explaining things. . .

The gates slowly opened as Arron, Rick, Abraham, Spencer, and Nicholas came out to help. A few people peaked through the gates as they saw you pull up. “Well, look who decided to bring back the whole world.” Rick chuckled well looking in the back of the truck that had a few bags filled with stuff. “Just doing my part. . .Cant let my pristine skills go to waste.” “You know, kid. You can’t just leave without telling anyone.” Crap. Seems like you didn’t tell anyone. “Well I ain’t a kid, Rick. I can handle myself just fine.” You struggled your shoulders, leaning against the truck while lighting a cigarette. “Should have seen me before I joined your group. I was highballing across every damn state all by myself.” You let out a cocky laugh, still thinking about the times before you had all these people looking out for you.

“I know you can handle yourself better than any of these people, y/n. But it’s dangerous out there.” Rick spoke in the stupid soft and hussy voice. “Well I didn’t see any walkers. . .I just raided a farm then left on out of there.” You lied with a straight face, yeah you saw walkers but they were weak. “Sure, but you should have told me at least.” Rick motioned to himself. “And what? So you could ground me for going out on a drive? I’m not Carl, Rick.” You sounded more defensive with your words, standing up straight. “You’re right, kid. You’re way more stubborn.” Rick smirked as he turned around to help the others unload the truck. “You’re goddamn right, Grimes.” From the corner of your eye you saw Deanna walking towards you from the gates. “Rick, can we talk for a second?” You turned around to see Deanna standing behind Rick.

“Sure, Deanna. What’s up?” Rick turned his head around to face Deanna. All these people still didn’t understand how this new world worked, and it irked you down to the core. “I’m concerned. . .About the young lady going out on her own. Yes, she is strong. But Rick she’s still a teenager.” “I get that Deanna, but y/n proved herself a very long time ago, and she still brings in more than any of us, and this is one of the many time she has proven herself.” Rick has always put his trust in you, more times than you could count. You have been a valuable member of the group since the day you joined, you’ve earned your spot. “Proving herself doesn’t mean she’s invincible. We have systems for supply runners, and her just running off just isn’t the way we do things around here Rick. We need to protect our young.” Deanna may be the leader now, but she hasn’t seen the new world in all its glory, but all of you have.

Deanna glanced over towards you who looked bitterly at her, the smoke from your cigarette danced in the wind after you exhaled. “Listen lady, I can protect myself against anything. If you have systems for these supply runners, then put me on the list of supply runners. You need real people on these jobs, not these scumbags.” You pointed to Nicholas who was walking back to the gate, and he gave a confused and offended look. You ignored Nicholas who gave you an offended scoff. “That’s-That’s a good idea. y/n has been doing supply runs and providing for our group with Glenn and Daryl since the day we met her. She’s worthy.” Rick got between you and Deanna, sort of separating you two.

The wave of silence was loud, Deanna thinking for a moment, glancing between you and Rick. “I’m sorry. But y/n is a child. We can’t have a child in danger, and providing for the community. I can find her a different job, but scavenging, no.” Deanna was obviously looking out for you, but it wasn’t like you weren’t worthy, these people needed someone like you. You scoffed, giving Deanna a dirty look, then grabbing the things you found for yourself and storming off. While walking through the gates, you looked back and saw Deanna and Rick arguing calmly, not really taking each other seriously by their body language.

9:30, 9:30am. It was the next day and surprisingly you had some decent sleep. Rick Finally decided to let everyone sleep in their own beds and decided on who gets which house. It was split up into two houses obviously, and you stayed in Daryl’s house. Yeah, he slept in the garage but you all still referenced to the house you stayed in as Daryl’s house. It was very weird living such a ‘normal’ life. You’ve all referred to each other as family but now it actually felt like a real family. Despite you living right next door to the others, you felt really far away from them.

You got a room right next to Carol, who has always made you feel safe, you know who she is. The room you got was pretty obvious it was a teenage boys room. There was band posters, weird retro movies cds, bigger clothes that you couldn’t really steal since you practically swam in it. Last night when sorting out the bed plan, everyone else avoid this room so, you were the last to pick.

You found yourself sitting on the stairs of the main hallway. Carol was making breakfast out of whatever she could find, it didn’t smell half bad but you weren’t hungry—last night you ate the entire owl you killed when you were outside the walls. It was almost 10 by the time you heard a knock at the door, the noise made you jump, but you quickly got up. When peaking through the window you saw Deanna. Jesus Christ, not this bitch again. You softly swung the door open, the door knob hit against wall which created a small thud. You sort of stood there. Deanna was holding a clip board in one hands and a large purse resting on her shoulder. “Hello. I’m sorry if I woke you.” After the small argument between Deanna and you, she was obviously avoiding you, maybe because you were a teenager who was ruthless with her words.

“What do ya’ want, woman.” Your face was a bit more emotionless than usual, it was easy to talk to people when they didn’t know how you felt. “I was hoping you would be the one to answer the door. Do you have the time to speak?” “Ever since I’ve got here I have all the time in the damn world. . .” You walked away leaving the door open to basically signalling to Deanna the she could come in. “Why do you need to speak with me all of a sudden, you were avoiding me like I was a tax collector all evening yesterday.” You sat on the couch with Deanna awkwardly following behind you, letting out a soft and awkward chuckle. “Well I was hoping I could talk to you.” You sort of stayed quiet, Deanna sat across from you, placing her purse on the coffee table, taking out a camera.

“Can I film our talk?” Another wave of silence followed, before you finally opened your mouth. “Why film, is this some sort of interrogation?” You looked at Deanna with a bit of skepticism, not knowing what she was doing. She started setting up the camera behind her, pressing a button as it began to record. “Not an interrogation, just a conversation. I want to know more about you, you are far different from the others in your group, I just want to know about your life before and after the outbreak. To see what made you like this.” “Well I don’t need no damn therapist if that’s what yer’ thinkin’.” Deanna chuckled as if you were joking around, like your face wasn’t giving an indicators you didn’t want to be here. You lit up a cigarette, Carol hated when you smoked inside, at the prison she would pull you by the ear and toss you out of the cell block.

“Watch out for Carol, she don’t like me smoking inside.” Deanna just looked at you, it seems she already had you down.

“Well, nothing like that. Let’s start before everything happened. What was your life before everything?” “It was. . .normal. If you call having a father who beat you and a mom who hated you normal, then yeah it was normal. 12 going on 13. Didn’t go to school much.” It was hard to keep eye contact well talking about such a past, thinking and pondering about how it was. It wasn’t nice but it was better than this. “And where are your parents now?” “My parents were both drunk on the day everything went to shit. We were at a some rodeo watching my aunt barrel race. Walkers came in eating anything human.” You’ve never spoke or thought about that first day since it happened, until now.

“I’m so sorry.” Deanna had a bit of empathy in her voice, that was sure clear. “It must’ve been really hard on you. How did you survive for so long before you joined Rick’s group?” Deanna tilted her head to try look at your face better, hoping you could look at her. “It was a blur after that. 2 weeks into the outbreak I joined some Indians they cared for me after I got attacked by some very bad people. I left them because I wasn’t a right fit.” It has been hard to share your story, but you are here now. “But even then I stayed by myself for another month. I scavenge for miles and miles. Found a wild horse and it took me from Dallas to Atlanta.” Deanna smiled, but still had a hint of pity and sorrow in her face. “That is beautiful. I take it your family was either farmers or southern folks?” Deanna looked down at your boots, western spurs at the heels of em’, and a new hat you found on your own little run yesterday, then back at your burning cigarette that puffed out smoke.

“My father sulked around rodeos, my mother a farmers hand, my grandparents ranchers, and my uncles and aunties were either horse trainers or cattlemen.” Deanna looked at you impressed and a hint of surprise. “Wow, the more and more I find out about you the closer I am to finding a job for you.” You gave Deanna look of amusement. Your family gave you a life’s time worth of knowledge about the professions they all did, and a lot of chores. “Well I promise you as long as you have me a movin’, I won’t complain.” You have her a shit eating grin, knowing your skills will probably be valuable to Alexandria.

Deanna shifted the subject, finally getting an understanding why you were the way you were. “So, what do you think of Alexandria? Find any new friends?” You grew awkward, you haven’t said much of a thing to the people outside Rick’s group. “Well it’s. . .nice. Better than outside these walls, i’m only staying here for the baby and my family.” It true, but also you couldn’t stand being out there one more day. “And I don’t wanna be buddy buddy with everybody here. I’m not entirely sure I want to trust everyone here yet.” That was also sure, but it’s hard for you to talk to new people. “I understand that, y/n. But it is important to find balance. You can’t always be on guard.” “I don’t want to be treated like i’m fragile. I can handle myself” You got more defensive. Deanna clearly figured you out, so she wasn’t phased by you anymore.

“I can see that now. You’re one of the strongest out of Rick’s group. But even the strongest need support.” Deanna was right, but knowing you need help after supporting yourself for so long was hard to accept. “I know, but. . .I don’t want to be coddled.” “Fair enough, but please y/n. Don’t strain away from your heard, we can’t loose a member like you.” Deanna gave you a soft smile, “Maybe I can get use to a place like this. Eventually.” you exchanged a very faint smile back to her, finally looking at her in the eyes. “We can only hope.”

After the interview with Deanna, you were finally assigned a job. Arron told you none of the other teenagers had jobs assigned by the community, but due to the fact you were a person who always needs to be moving, you were given a job. Not to mention with you having such good knowledge on ranch work, you were given the job of the rancher. There is an abounded farm that is about a 10 minute walk outside of Alexandria, and after the outbreak all the animals from that farm were let out, and have been roaming outside Alexandria ever since. Arron said all the farm animals have stretched out about 10 miles around Alexandria, and he has been trying to track a curtain horse for months. But Arron has no experience with horses, so he has had no luck.

You were tracking a Tennessee walking horse all afternoon, and luckily, bribing with some treats, you got it. You were able to find a saddle, and you rode it back to Alexandria. This horse would be good to track other animals for long periods of time. When riding back you saw a few other wild horses like a few quarters horses and appaloosas. You would be able to track them down in a only few days, not to mention any other wild farm animals like chickens or cattle that you could herd for milk, meat, and eggs, but that could be for a different day.

By the time you were back at Alexandria, it was late afternoon, and everyone was clearly busy. Rick and Mitchonne were assigned by Deanna as constables, which was weird to see once again. Rick was still wearing his sheriffs uniform the first time you met him, it was brief but you always saw him as a sheriff. With you being the rancher of Alexandria, you had to have some sort of uniform for it to be known you were working, so you had to wear your hat more.

A few of the smaller kids gathered around when you walked into the gates of Alexandria with the new horse you got on a lead. “Whoa!! Is that your horse y/n?” Sam was Jessie’s son, he was excited, real excited. You’ve never seen a kid so happy before. Sure you haven’t really talked to anyone outside the group but you have been helping around the community by doing physical labor, the younger kids think you’re real strong, and look up to you.

“Yeah, she’s. . .Something.” While glancing back at the horse then back at the kids, the gate slammed shut behind you. Arron seemed giddy about you getting a horse, like he said—‘I’ve been tracking a few horses for months’. “y/n! Thank you so much for finding this one! Like I told you i’ve-” “Yeah, yeah. I heard the story. Yer’ lucky you finally have someone who is good with these things. With you doing these things. . .It’s like a dog chasing its tail.” You cut Arron off, he’s told the same story a few times and you already heard enough of it.

“Can I touch her?” You turned around to see Sam inching his hands closer and closer to the horse. The horse must be pretty desensitized after most likely having walkers all around it for an over 2 years now, so you figured it would be fine. “Uhh. . .Go ahead kid. Be gentle.” Max grew a big smile once you have him the okay to touch the horse. The other kids stood back, keeping a distance from the horse. But as soon as Sam placed his hand on the horse, it reared on its hind legs and bolted down the street. In the process it scared Sam and knocked him on his rear. “Shit! Goddamn it- A-Are you alright Sam!- Arron make sure Sam is alright! I need me to catch a damn horse!”

A few of the Alexandrian’s who were on walking in the streets or sitting on their porches, either watching in horror or laughing their asses off. It was easy to track the horse down since its hooves clopped on the pavement. The horse went straight down the street and went into the Andersons yard, but you quickly trailed behind it. On the side of the Anderson’s house was a small ally, then in the back of the house was another ally which lead back to the street. By the time you were in the ally, you heard a loud bang. For a second you thought it might have been the damn horse who bumped into something, but no. The loud bang came from inside the house—The Anderson’s house. The sound was loud and you could hear some commotion.

You thought it was your imagination, but no. It was Jessie screaming something. “No! Stop it! You’re hurting him!” Jessie sounded scared, frightened. Their house had a lookout basement so the main floor was slightly higher up. You stood on a storage box to take a peak inside. Through the window you saw the living room, and across the room was the kitchen, and you saw Jessie screaming at her husband. Your eyes bolted to the ground when from the corner of your eye you saw Ron on the floor getting kicked by his father. Once Jessie was able to pull Pete off of Ron, Pete started hitting Jessie. After a few hits Pete walked away with a beer bottle in hand.

You have seen abuse all your life, even after the outbreak you heard about Carol and her late husband. But Jessie and her family were different, maybe they were so oblivious to the new world, it kinda seemed like they were stuck in the old world—A hard working mom, two sons, and a alcoholic dad who beat on his said kids and wife. It reminded you of your father and mother—but Jessie cared about her kids and your mom couldn’t have gave a shit about you. After witnessing all this you sort of stared at Jessie comforting her son on the floor—but quickly getting pulled away for your trance.

You heard some commotion from the street. By the time you got into the main street you saw Rick trying to calming down the horse you completely forgot about, along with Arron and Daryl trying to get a lead or something around her. “Shit! Ya’ found the damn parasite didn’t ya’!” You let out a loud humorous and childish laugh between all the chaos. “Yeah, I did! Now will you help us out?!”

After a very long session of chasing the horse around all over Alexandria with Rick, Daryl and Arron, you finally got a lead on it and hitched it on a recently made hitching post Abraham made next to the church. You and Rick sat on the back steps of the church trying to catch your breath. It was around 6:30, 6:30pm by the time you two were done chasing the damn horse. The thought of what happed at the Anderson’s house popped back into your head. “Hey Rick. . .”Your voice was still shaky while trying to catch your breath. He did a low grunt, acknowledging your words. “Can I tell you something as long as you don’t act on it.” “How do you mean?” You awkwardly sighed, not sure how to get your words out right. “Well ya’ know. . .Ever since I met you, you’ve always had the sort of hero complex, and you’ve always acted when something was wrong.”

Rick chuckled, taking into consideration of your words. “If ya’ say so. What’s on your mind?” Rick turned around towards you, the sunset created a soft warm glow throughout Alexandria, something you’ve noticed recently. You had a heavy heart for Jessie now, you knew what it was like. “Have you seen the way Pete acts with Jessie. . .I mean-” With my words, Rick quickly whipped away his smile, the smile he had when he chuckled in between a conversation.

“I knew it. What did you see?” Rick’s word almost seemed like he was interrogating you. “You knew? And you didn’t have the balls to say shit?” “It was a suspicion, alright. Let me ask you again. What did ya’ see?” You scoffed at Rick’s words, it was kind of annoying how he was always right. “Well. . .I was chasing the horse, heard something from the Anderson house and peaked through the window. That’s when I saw it.” “Saw what.” All this talk of things like this brought you back to the time your father knocked your mother out cold and beat you black and blue. “Jesus Christ, Rick. We can’t act all hero, and swish in and save someone when something like this happens. What will we do anyway with Pete. Huh?” Rick sort of stared at you, he was standing up with his hands on his hips by the time you asked, he did the thing he always does, slightly tilt his head, having that look. “I’ll have to kill him.”

It felt like it finally stopped, yet it happened again. The hours blended together, and this time you found yourself walking on the streets of Alexandria. You were walking with Michonne, Tera, Rosita, and Carol to what seemed to be Deanna’s house, one of the only houses that had its lights on. It was night now but it was clearly the same day from the last things you remembered. It seemed to be a party going on at Deanna’s house. You heard a few times from Maggie there will be a house warming party at Deann’s house, for all you new arrivals.

You weren’t wearing your hat, but you felt more clean, you must have had a shower. Along with a fresh set of clothes. A short white dress and some black shorts under them, and a brown bomber jacket, your shoe spurs clinking as you walked on the road. While putting a lot of thought into what Rick said about killing Pete, Jessie broke you out of your mind. You were inside of Deanna’s house now, all that thinking made you forget where you were. “Oh hi, y/n! I’m glad you came! You look beautiful, love that dress on you.” Jessie had a bright smile on her face, as if her husband didn’t put his hands on her a few hours ago. “O-Oh hey. Uhm yeah, I wasn’t planning on coming but I heard thee would be booze here.” That was probably a really dumb thing to say, she kind of looked at you a bit dumbfounded and confused—she probably didn’t know you didn’t have any one who had any say on what you did.

“And thank you, you look very nice as well.” The words came out a bit jittery. “I-I’m gonna to go get a drink.” In the corner of your eye you saw the table with all the drinks. You pulled up a few of the bottles to see what drinks they hand, and you ended up just taking an entire bottle of vodka. While walking to the backdoor and ditching the party, Mrs. Niedermeyer came up to you. “Hey young lady, I don’t think you’re aloud that-” “Shut the fuck up, Shelly.” You bumped her in the shoulder before walking to the back porch, slumping down on the edge of the steps.

While lighting a cigarette you heard the door opening behind you, as it opened the sounds of a recorded player, people talking, and laughter poured out. You didn’t mind to even turn around to see who it was. Soft thuds again the wooden planks slowly creeping up. It was a girl, around your age, pretty with long brown hair. “Mind if I join?” Her voice was young and soft, but through her voice you could tell she knew what the new world was like. “Free porch, be my guest.” It’s always been you and Carl almost since the beginning, so talking to someone your age for a change was weird, you didn’t know how to act. “I’m Enid. I’ve seen you around.” There was a wave of silence. “y/n.” You said back to her, taking another long drag, and a swig of vodka.

“Is that. . ?” Enid pointed to the very large bottle of Absolut Vodka. “Yeah, want some?” Enid looked a bit unsure, “Why not. I’ve tried to snag a few bottles of beer but i’ve always been caught by Olivia. . .” Enid let out a small grin on her face, using both hands to hold up the bottle. Her face contorted, feeling the burn in the back of her throat. “Oh yeah, feel the burn.” You grinned softly, taking back the bottle and letting puffing out smoke. “Good to try new things, even if it ain’t gonna have a good outcome.” The two of you giggled, it was weird having a girl your age to now talk to, sure there was Beth before all this, but she was bit older and wasn’t like you at all.

“So what made you leave the party?” “Never been a party person, to much people pretending everything is alright. It’s not, never will be anymore.” Enid was right, she had the same mindset as you. “Same here, everyone here is so fuckin’ boring and oblivious.” “Seems you’ve been outside awhile before this.” Enid faced towards you. With the music a bit muffled out it was less overwhelming, easier to think, especially with a cigarette in your hand and alcohol in your system. “Yeah, since the beginning. Came from Dallas and that’s when I met Rick’s group.” “You’re a long way from home.” Enid was easy to talk to, has the same beliefs and mindset, at least as far as the eye could see.

“Was never much of a home person, gets repetitive after staying the same for so long. With home things stay the same for a good amount of time, in the new world everything is always moving, can’t stop.” The alcohol was just letting words flow out, you were never the talkative type. “I agree, but I miss my family though, what was your family like.” Enid played with her shoelaces with her knees pressed up against her chest. “God don’t get me stared. Glad to say they’re gone. The world didn’t miss them when they left, didn’t lose that much either.” You scoffed, you have always resented your parents, but thinking about it now, you’ve never hated them this much.

Enid smirked, she was always sort of emotionless every time you passed her one the street, or just saw her roaming around. “You really don’t care what others think. Do you?” “No really, why should I?” You took another long drag of your cigarette, puffing the smoke away from Enid, not wanting to be rude, she watched you, a silly smirk on her face. “I like that.” A smile from Enid seemed genuine, but before you knew it, she took away the cigarette, taking a drag, as if she wasn’t savouring the tobacco that filled her lungs.

“Take it you don’t like the spotlight either. . .huh?” Your words were barely above a whisper, but only loud enough for Enid. “Not at all, I prefer quiet.” That was understandable, compared to all the chaos the world had to offer nowadays. “Then why come here?” A small moment of silence filled the air, like there wasn’t people having loud conversations inside the house, and jazz pouring out of every window. “I was hoping it would be different, maybe i’d find someone interesting.” Enid looked up at the star filled sky. “Ya’ found me didn’t ya’?” The two of you paused, cracking up in giggles after the break.

It was weird being so normal, you’ve never been so normal since the day shit hit the fan. You and Enid were sipping on the vodka like your lives depended on it, giggling at every little things, still only tipsy. The two of you decided to ditch this party and do something else. It was around 9:30, 9:30pm. The night was still young, but the town was quite due to the fact almost everyone was at that party. Walking over near the pond was peaceful, it was a decent size, way bigger than a pool. It felt like you and Enid have known each other for years, but that’s just the alcohol loosening you both up. On the other side of the pond near the trees, you saw Carl, along with the Anderson boy, and another boy you didn’t know.

The walk towards them felt like it took forever. “Hey, where have you two been? Didn’t see you at the party.” Carl looked up at you and Enid, your arm warped around hers. “Well I could say the same things about you, Grimes.” You were close to slurring your words giggling between sentences. “Who are these little boys anyway. . .yer’ goddamn dogs, Grimes. . .?” The last bit made Enid giggle, she told you about the few times she went over the wall, and Carl following her, a bit creepy, even Eugene wouldn’t be that weird. “You look a bit. . .Drunk.” The boy with the black hair said in a hushed tone, still loud enough and giggling with a small smirk forming at the corners of her mouth.

“Don’t worry, BOYO. I’m just getting a started.” You started slurring your words, the bottle lazily in your hands, it felt heavy despite you being strong enough to fight off a walker with your bare hands, it was the alcohol making you feel heavy. “Enid. . .Are you drunk too?” Ron looked a bit concerned and taken aback, but all Enid did was smile and giggle. “Oh god forbid I wanna have fun. . .Ugh this whole fuckin’ town is so boring.” Enid strained away from your grasp, looking up at the sky and kinda spinning and pacing in circles. “And who are you anyway? Who are you getting my girlfriend drunk?” “Alright, Ron. Let’s calm down. Let the girls have some fun. . .” The black-headed boy stood between you and Ron.

“I’m, y/n, you little crock of shit. You better watch who you’re takin’ too.” You didn’t think of what you said anymore, the alcohol making your emotions go wild. “That’s enough, enough out of both of you!” Carl came from behind you behind, pulling you by your waist and pulling you away from Ron. “Get off me!” “Mikey keep Ron out of y/n’s sight! Look I get it, y/n. We all want some freedom, but doing this ain’t gonna help with your freedom. I want freedom too but this is not how you do it.” You scoffed at Carls words, a cocky smirk plastered all over your face. You got real close and personal with Carl. “You want your freedom, you earn it. Let’s have some fun, Grimes.”

The hours blended together, but with all the alcohol in your system it was hard to keep track. One moment you were pure-pressuring Mikey to try and take big swig of the vodka, eventually forcing it down his throat by pinning him down and talking him through and baby talking him the absolute agony of the burning sensation of the vodka running down his throat. Then soon following with Ron almost spitting all the vodka on Carl, making you all burst out laughing.

The next moment you were all sitting on the back steps of the church waiting for the alcohol to hit the boy’s system’s, you heard some ruckus from the church, while peaking through the windows you all saw Father Gabriel and Sasha practically fist fighting, Father Gabriel running away from Sasha with his tail between his legs. You all burst out laughing, not taking it seriously due to the fact it was slowly taking you all over. But Father Gabriel and Sasha almost spotted you all which ended up with you guys bolting down the street.

The next moment was you all sitting around the pond, giggling and slurring your words, and probably making the most outrageous and embarrassing jokes about each other, the alcohol finally loosing your brains up.

Before you knew it you were all swimming in the pond. . .With clothes and all, unable to realize what you all were doing was dumb and will get you all in a lot of trouble. While doing laps in the pond, you heard a old man shouting from across the pond. “Goddamn it! You kids get out of that damn pond!” You all jumped, quickly swimming out like your lives depended on it, trying to hide your guys faces from him, praying he won’t tell Deanna or someone.

12:30, 12:30am, it was 30 minutes past midnight, and the 5 of you have been running around Alexandria for the past few hours, still drunk out of your minds. A few times you were almost and likely spotted by people, but all somehow quickly ran away. Sasha was on watch dirty as usual, she saw you all swaying around under the streetlights, but she was unbothered, there was other stuff to worry about instead of drunk teenagers. The 5 of you were still soaking wet and cold from the pond, and possibly went back to go for a few more dips. The vodka was running low, and everyone was slurring their words as you all fought on who got the last bit of it.

Five of you were sitting in some large flower beds, that was in a big backyard of one of the residents houses. “Oh come on, don’t be cheap with me now. . .” Enid whined as you held the bottle in the air, trying to keep it away from the others. “If you give me it, i’ll do you a solid.” Carl was trying to reach over and take it away from you, but all you did was yank your hand away with the bottle, inching his face closer to yours, which caused Carl to blush heavily even though his face was already red from the effects of the alcohol. “You ain’t got nothin’ on me. . .Grimes-” You felt the bottle from your hand get yanked away, even though your hand was barely hanging onto it, the alcohol making you unable to control your grip.

“Come onnnnnnnn. . .” Ron was kinda swaying side to side. opening the bottle and chugging the last bit, he was too out of it to care or recognize the fact his throat was burning. The four of you all began to jokingly hit Ron on the shoulder or back of the head, a bit annoyed by the fact that he drank the last bit of liquid courage.

It was already 1:00, 1:00am, time was flying by with all of you basically half ‘dead’. The sky was filled with stars, if you really wanted to you could have laid in the flower beds forever and counted all of them. Different types of shadows stretched on the ground, either dancing or creating deep and beautiful shadows. Mikey has his head laid on your stomach as you playing with his cold and damp hair, Enid was in her own world, staying quiet and humming soft melodies, while Ron and Carl were piking flowers from the flower beds. Then—pssshhhkk. A sudden burst of water started spraying you guys and the air, making you all jump from your daze.

It took you all a minute to realize what was happening, Enid shrieked at the sudden cold water spraying her, a part-laugh and a part-rebellion. Mikey sprung up, from where he was laying his head on you. It was the sprinklers, and it had a few all over the green and grassy yard. The five of you all stood up, feeling the water spraying you down. “Oh my god! Its the sprinklers!” You haven’t felt something like this since your 7th birthday, you were in your grandparents backyard. Your grandfather was watering the grass during a hot summer day. you came running out, his thump was pressed up against the hose and he chased you with the water. The air was a little warmer that day, and it felt good just to be running, and that’s how you felt in this moment, happy and free.

“Run, bitch, run!” You and Enid were the first to start running around in the sprinklers, chasing each other, but smiles plastered all over your faces, almost stumbling over your own feet a few times, clothes sticked to your body’s, eventually kicking off your shoes, bare feet pounding on slick grass, silhouettes dancing while under the street lights and free flowing mist. The 3 boys joined you both , Carl yanking off his shirt, throwing it in the air, a small slap against wet grass, Ron quick to followed Carl’s actions.

They were all there, your head for once wasn’t filled with paranoia, walkers, the new world, you were just there. All of your old thoughts faded into static, all you cared about was this moment. “Enid!” You called out to Enid, mascara dripping from your eyes, smudging across your face once you whipped it. Your head was spinning, as if you were trying to stay up right. “This is crazy! I can’t see anything!” Enid’s eyes were squinting and trying to focus, her hands on your shoulders for support. Enid let go of you, spinning around, her face glistening and smiling. “You love it!” You shouted out at Enid, the loud sprinklers buzzing and ears ringing made it hard to think or hear. Enid wanted to say no, she wanted to say she didn’t like this, the thick mist from the sprinklers stung her skin. “Ya’ love this feeling. Don’t you?” Enid’s face was a bit dumbfounded, of course she did, she’s never felt so human.

You turned over to see Carl attempting a summersault and somehow landing it, but quickly falling over once he got back on his feet. He looked quite pretty, his hair was wet and a mess, but you thought that’s what made his look good in that moment. Ron was trying to drink the mist in the air, you stumbled towards him, giving him a very drunk and not really a fully thought out kiss—this was Enid’s boyfriend for crying out loud, but not to mention Carl has a really fat fucking crash on her. . .It seemed Enid didn’t really care for Ron in a romantic way, so why was she dating him? The way she talked about him seemed as if Ron was a burden to her. And the way she talked about Carl.

You quickly pulled away after you realized what you were doing and who you were kissing, kinda pushing Ron away. He had a drunken smirk on his face. Howling laughter filled the air, you and Ron joined in on the laughter and fun, staring at each other a for a moment after the kiss. Carl and Mikey were casing each other and Enid was laughing while watching them. You threw your hands in the air, letting yourself scream and holler—loud, wild, and real. Every since you were a kid, this is what you imagined your teenage years to be like, letting yourself run free, not listening to anyone who got in your way, and that’s what you got, but you had to pay the price for that.

Even by the time any one hear the commotion you kids were causing, you would all be gone by then, roaming of to some other place to wreck.

[enidette]

SAFETY

warnings :: nothing, besides my terrible endings and a mention of reader having bangs

ron anderson x reader

aaron found you three months ago. hiding in a run-down house near the walls of alexandria. far enough to not notice the place, or maybe you didn’t want to. maybe you didn’t want to go to the safe-seeming community awaiting you mere yards away.

you were frail, dirty, stricken with fear in constant survival mode. when you were brought back, ron thought you were like a cat. they can lash out when frightened, or close off. you do both.

your added adorableness only proved this theory.

you fascinated him. any time he would try and reach out, be friendly; he’d get shut down. but the lack of cruelness in your voice and abundance of fright left him undiscouraged.

he would use his mom to his advantage. she was sweet to everyone, and while you didn’t become buddy buddy with her, you tolerated her enough to cut your severely grown out bangs. this meant you had to sit in the anderson’s kitchen while she worked. right next to the island where ron sat, talking your ear off.

you would huff and give clear signs of disinterest, merely there for a trim. but he wouldn’t let up. and eventually his annoying, broken record voice turned melodic. when you started realizing how hard he had been trying, it made you feel odd.

no one had cared for you since your mother died, your father long gone before the apocalypse ever even broke out. ron’s restless attempts at befriending you made your socially unaware brain go haywire.

so, you did the logical thing any emotionally stunted teen girl with a tiny crush would do. cut random chunks of hair off to have the excuse of going back to their house as much as you could.

it took the fourth time before ron’s twenty questions paused, and then he was looking over you quizzically. you side glance at him, not wanting to butcher your hair further. you catch a glimpse of his smile and feel your cheeks heat up.

“i’m just saying…” he taps his fingers against the countertop as he speaks. “you don’t have to get a haircut to come here.” your brows furrow in confusion, honestly you hadn’t a clue on how to go about seeing ron often. you just knew that your hair getting cut was a way.

ron watches you sit in silence for a few minutes before the towel over your shoulders is lifted. with a sweet smile jessie tells you she’s done, but you remain sat in the chair.

he notices your lack of comprehension and comes over to stand in front of you, holding his hand out for you to grab. “we can go play video games, i have comics, or we could talk more. whatever you want.” he smiles softly, and you feel your face becoming hotter. at the kind gesture, and the fact he still wants to talk. despite the lack of response on your part.

you nod and grab his hand, muttering a tiny thank you towards his mom. oh how you loathe seeming like some dumb kid who can’t handle herself, what wonders trauma can do. but you could get used to ron’s gentle behavior.

[carlsangel]

DIFFERENCES

ron anderson x reader

(you’d hate to care again after the death of your family, until you meet ron.)

tags: fluff!

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After losing your family, your life was miserable. No matter how long you trudged through the woods, you never ended up anywhere. The thought of reconnecting with someone only hurt you, you could only imagine what could happen to them and the pain you’d be put through once again.

You knew if you ever were to cross anyone again, you’d leave them be. If they offered you anything, you wouldn’t take it. Building new relationships to lose wasn’t something you were looking for. Some might’ve called you stubborn or introverted. You’d say you were just being smart.

You did actually cross a good amount of people during your travels, usually families that were missing a sibling or parents, you could tell they wouldn’t last long so you never really planned on sticking with them. Why would you put yourself through that pain?

You tried your hardest, some offers were tempting and as ungrateful as you felt not accepting them, you knew it was for the best.

Except one.

One day you were walking through the woods, like you had been for what felt like months. You heard shuffling through the woods and you stopped in your tracks. You place your hand on the handle of your large knife that rested in a holster on your hip. You look around, listening for anything which it wasn’t loud so you knew it wasn’t a walker. It was a human.

The next thing you know, a girl pops out from behind a tree. She seems about your age, maybe nothing to worry about. Regardless, you still pull your knife out. Who wouldn’t?

“Chill…Im not gonna hurt you or anything.” She explains with a calm tone, walking passed to sit against a fallen log behind you. You turn to look at her and you say nothing. “Well are you gonna sit?” She adds. “I don’t even know you.” You put your knife back into its holster. “So? Can’t just sit and be a human with me?” She retorts. “I’m actually not sure I want you to. It looks and…no offense- smells like you’ve been out here for a while.”

Ouch okay. “Well hate to tell you there’s not many bathing opportunities out here.” You tell her. She looks up at you and laughs. “No I know. I arrived at the gates in a pretty disgusting state.” She looks down at her hands, picking at the skin at the side of her nails. “Gates? What gates?”

You study the way she looks at you, she realizes she didn’t mean to say what she did. She stands back up. “I guess if I’m inviting you in, i’ll introduce myself. I’m Enid.” She puts her hand out for yours. You look down at it and then back up at her. “Whatever offer it is you’re making me, I won’t take it.”

She scoffs and drops her hand, crossing her arms in an annoyed manner. “I used to be like you, you know. I didn’t want to join or trust new people in case I lost them. Alexandria…it’s different. it’s scary how normal it is, I get scared I’ll forget.” She explains. “That’s why I sneak out here. But there I get hot showers, lemonade…even movies.” She adds. You perk up at the mention of movies.

Movies were always special to you. So you gave in.

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Enid was right, Alexandria was weird. The people were normal, not to mention ignorant to the outside. Most of them had been living there since the start. They didn’t know anything. You were interviewed which you were easily assigned to a house, you got a room in Olivia’s place where Enid was also staying.

She felt super protective of you, she’d come with you when she introduced you to everyone, including a guy named Ron. He caught your eye immediately, he was super good at making conversation with you. Although, Enid thought he was quite annoying, mostly due to the fact that he talked a lot but you liked that.

You thought you’d be annoyed with how outgoing he was, rather than being a pest he was more like a breath of fresh air. He made you realize how much you’d been missing out, how much of the old world you’d forgotten. Every time he asked you to hang out, Enid would smile at you teasingly, knowing he had the biggest crush on you.

One particular day, he had a plan to ask you out. He’d made everything perfect, just for you. He was able to find your favorite movie and snacks. He found a soft blanket he thought you’d like and he invited you over.

“Hey…” He approached you and Enid while you were sitting on the bench under the gazebo in Alexandria. Enid was writing in her journal and you were drawing. You both look up and you smile, Enid looks back down at her drawing. “Hi.”

He looked over at your sketchbook to see what you were drawing. “Is that…” he giggles, “Is that a fox?” You’re sort of embarrassed, you were never the most confident in your drawings but it made you happy. Some days when you were on your own in the woods you’d draw in the dirt, or when you found paper you’d draw on that too.

“Uhh yeah it’s a fox.” You look down at it and then back up at him with a smile. He just adores you, he thinks you’re so sweet and despite your differences, all he wanted to do was please you. So you like foxes, that’s something he already knew. He’d asked Enid about your favorite movie. “Some…fox movie? I dunno they nerded out about the director like it mattered anymore. Wes Anderson or something.” She told him.

The amount of digging Ron did to find Fantastic Mr. Fox for you was astounding. He asked everyone in Alexandria, knocked on every door, he’d even asked Aiden to try and find him one at the nearest RedBox kiosk. God knows how he would’ve gotten that shit out the machine but he ended up finding one at a Blockbuster instead.

“Speaking of foxes…” he started, “I was thinkin you could come over again tonight to watch a movie. I just found a Fantastic Mr. Fox DVD…if that’s somethin you’re interested in.” He explains, knowing full well you’d agree. Which you did and it was evident that you were happy about it considering the look on your face. You were absolutely ecstatic, you’d watched the movie before the world died and most of the time it was all you ever thought about.

“R-really? Fantastic Mr. Fox? I love that movie!” The smile on your face felt so rewarding for him. He smiled at your excitement. “Yeah I found some uh..popcorn too.” You nod as he speaks, youve been sold since he mentioned the movie. “Yeah I’ll be over tonight.” You smile brightly. “Cool. It’s a date.”

Well that just slipped out of his mouth and he scolded himself in his brain for it. Was that too forward? “Yeah, it’s a date.” You reply.

Wait really?

He just smiled and nodded before walking back to his house, he had to mentally and physically prepare. You turn back to Enid and she’s giving you a taunting smile. “What?” You ask, she just shakes her head at you, believing you’re truly oblivious. “You know he means that, right? Like he actually thinks it’s a date.”

“Yeah. I know.”

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That night you didn’t do anything special when getting ready, you did everything as normal. You expected your date to be normal as well. You’d liked Ron for a while, you were excited for what tonight would bring. You happily knock on his door and after a couple seconds of shuffling around he opens it to be greeted with your bright smile. “Hey. Come in.” He makes room for you to walk through the door and you make your way over to the couch where you guys always hung out. Alone that is.

You plop down on your usual spot and he sits next to you, hitting play on the movie. You’re immediately enamored by the film and get quite invested. Ron on the other hand was invested in you. He loved the way you loved. Everything about the way that you cared about the most beautiful things, only made you more beautiful in his eyes.

By the end of the night, he practically missed the entire movie. He made some sweet gestures, giving you the snacks you liked and snaking his hand into yours. He even walked you out. But he couldn’t say goodbye without doing one thing first.

“I really appreciate it, the movie. It really means alot.” You tell him, standing at his doorstep about to part ways. “Well, you mean a lot to me. I had to.” His fingers were still intertwined with yours, you could feel his hands tensing up. “Thank you.” You beam. He nods and can feel you pulling away to leave. Before you do, he pulls you back in, kissing you sweetly.

You can’t say you were surprised.

When you pulled away, he felt a sense of relief, finally getting the hard part out of the way. Now it was to find out whether or not you were okay with it. He tried to make it as simple as possible, a simple yes or no.

“So…I’ll see you tomorrow?” He waits patiently for your answer.

“Yeah, at the gazebo. It’s a date.”

a/n: tell me why this took me SO FUCKING LONG. AND ITS SO LONG. guys im distraught. i projected alot of myself into this fic for some reason, meaning my favorite movie is in fact fantastic mr fox i never stfu about it. anyway. one of my million gazillion fics to publish XP

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This is great! Totally obsessed! Definitely need him!

But like I'm kinda starting to lean to needing ✨them✨

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Distance

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A/N ||: My first request! This will be my first official fan short, so I hope you guys enjoy it. Also, my request box is now up and active, so be sure to stop by there if you want to see more.

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Request by @lanaer -

So after Pete died, Ron distanced himself from almost everyone. Seeing Carl and Enid get close was horrid, but there was one person that was there for him. You. You came with Ricks group, yet got close to him super quickly and seemed to get attached. (So basically, it's just a whole lotta comforting stuff)

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The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over Alexandria as the community struggled to hold onto a sense of normalcy in a world gone mad an slowly drying away only to come back a monster. For Ron, the days seemed to blend into one another, an endless cycle of grief and numbness. Pete's death had shattered something inside him, a violent event that left him reeling him into insanity. What really didn't help this issue was how

Ron found it hard to look at Carl and Enid, their budding connection, a painful reminder of what he had lost and what he could never have. To think he had something going with her just for it all to shatter thanks to some random group. They were a symbol of life moving forward, while he felt stuck in a moment of despair. He distanced himself from almost everyone, retreating into a shell that seemed impenetrable. It didn't help that his mother was always trying to find ways to get him to talk to her. Constantly saying how she needed to cut his hair, he could see right through her like glass. She always used this as a way to talk to him, but he always ignored her intentions to talk. But their was only one exception he had, and it was you

You had arrived with Rick's group along with carl. Even though you two were close in age and spent most of this hell hole together, that never brought you guys pasted the friendzone. a new face in a community wary of outsiders. But somehow, you had found your way to Ron. It started with small gestures: a shared meal, a brief conversation, a quiet presence during the long, sleepless nights. You didn't push him to talk or to feel better; you were simply there. Everyone has lost someone special to this disease that haunts them all, including you.

One evening, as the sky turned a dusky pink, you found Ron sitting on the steps of his house, staring out into the distance, his face dead to everything but his mind. You approached quietly, sitting down beside him without a word. For a while, the two of you just sat there, the silence between you filled with unspoken understanding.

"It's hard," Ron finally said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Seeing them together. It just... hurts, it's already hard dealing with my fathers passing, but losing her to."

You nodded, your heart aching for him, sure you may have not known him like edin did, and vise versa with her and carl. Taking in some of the cool, humid air, you turned to look at him. "I get it. It's okay to feel that way. But theirs nothing we can do to change what happens now. Sure, your dad may not have been.... the greatest... at times, but i know for sure he wouldn't want you sulking over her or his death. He would want you to move on."

He looked at you then, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and sorrow. "Everyone else seems to have moved on. But I can't."

"You don't have to do it alone," you said softly. "I'm here for you. And I'll be here as long as you need me. This isn't something that will pass by fast. It takes time, Ron." You said, staring into his tired eyes." we may not have a lot of that, but at least we have it now."

Ron took a deep breath, the tightness in his chest easing just a fraction. He didn't have the words to express how much your presence meant to him, but he hoped you understood just by his tight grip around you as he pulled you into an embrace. In a world where so much had been lost, you had given him something to hold onto, even if it was something as small as words.

As the days turned into weeks and then months, Ron slowly began to let you in. There were still moments of darkness, times when the grief seemed too much to bear. But with you by his side, he found the strength to face each new day.

Together, you navigated the uncertainties of the world around you, finding solace in each other's presence . In that shared journey, Ron discovered that even in the midst of pain, there could be moments of hope and connection.

In a world that had taken so much from him, you had given him the gift of companionship, a reminder that he was not alone. And for that, he was endlessly grateful to have you by his side.

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Thanks for reading this, guys!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it for you 𐦍༘⋆

[zomb-1-egutzz]

yall i need more ron anderson fics plsss im dying over here 😭

[wrtzia]

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☠ The Walking Dead masterlist

☞ Carl Grimes

☞ Rick Grimes

☞ Glenn Rhee

☞ Rosita Espinosa

☞ Ron Anderson

Main masterlist

[cigarettesandcoffeex]

When I’m finally reading a good fanfiction, but then they call you Princess, Doll or Sweet girl…

GTFO YOU AINT MY DAD.

[kknighthood]

Cowardice Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

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The journey to Alexandria was a long one. When we arrived, everything changed. It felt so unfamiliar to feel safe after all that was happening outside the safe zone. The faint groans of walkers were still behind the tall steel walls, but it was there, same for the constant fear of them falling.

People have integrated into this new society—this new home—which was to be expected. The whole purpose of Alexandria was to rebuild the civilization we once knew. At first, it was exciting. There were jobs for people to do, and plenty of food, shelter, and other kids. There wasn't much to complain about, but you had something that made your blood boil. Enid and Carl.

Before you arrived at the safe zone with your group you grew close with Carl. You shared everything, from your grief to food. He saved you; you saved him. Over time you developed feelings for him, waiting for the right time to tell him about your feelings seemed like the right move. Now it's too late.

Enid and Carl are together now, they always are. It doesn't matter if he was sneaking off to go read comics outside the walls with her, or if she was around his house helping him babysit Judith. They are always together. Carls started to distance himself from you. If you didn't like him so much, you'd probably be able to forget about it – about him. But you can't. When you see them laughing together and holding hands when they think no one can see it makes your heart ache and a lump form in your throat. You felt sick.

Lately, Carls has been too busy for you. Far too busy with his new 'girlfriend'. You were meant to go fishing with him a few weeks ago, something you always did. He brought Enid. When she got sick of sitting there Carl left with her, leaving you alone. That was such a small thing, but it all adds up. Every hangout he flaked out on to meet Enid, and every hangout after he gently denied meeting her more stung like antiseptic and a fresh wound.

Where were you? Waiting for him.

The wound already hurt, maybe the antiseptic was knowing he didn't need you anymore. Then you could move on. Perhaps that was just what you told yourself to make you feel better.

So, you removed yourself. Why wait for a boy who's already with another? That ship sailed, and you couldn't stand the feeling of waiting at that empty dock. That feeling of abandonment, anger, and sickness wasn't something you could handle anymore. It was suffocating, you hated it. You didn't even look at him, you couldn't. Not when you knew Enid was in his eye constantly. You haven't said a word to Carl in nearly three weeks. He's tried, it hurts but you haven't bothered to respond.

If you had the right time to tell him sooner, you'd be in her place beside him.

But you knew deep down the real reason you didn't tell him your feelings wasn't because of timing; it was because you were scared. Now, you must deal with the consequences.

You were sat in the attic listening to some old CDs you found around your new house in Alexandria. Your headphones were in as you just sat flicking through magazines about old celebrities that are long gone and beauty tips telling you how to use products you'll probably never see again. You skimmed over articles on how to choose the right lipstick, it didn't seem relevant. You haven't seen Chapstick in months, let alone lipstick.

In the corner of your eye, you saw the door open, your eyes searched for the person who opened it. "I've been calling you" Carol comes in with her arms crossed, she looked so smart these days in nice colourful cardigans and clean shirts. It was nice to forget about those old clothes she used to wear outside, you hoped you never had to see her in those again. She looked after you, you wanted this to work out for her, she seemed to like it here.

"Oh, sorry. Everything okay?" You turned down your music to hear the older woman.

"I'm heading out to the pantry, make sure you get your laundry folded before I come back" She nods at you.

"On it" You gave her a salute as she looked down at you seated on the floor

"Turn your music down, you'll hurt your ears!" she adds as she walks out, you gave her a salute as she walks out. You smiled to yourself as you picked back up your magazine. You doubt a boombox will do more damage to your ears than the gunfire you heard out there.

"On it..." You muttered as you flicked through the last of your magazine. It felt nice to hold a paper magazine instead of one of a gun. Needless to say, it's not something you'll take for granted again.

You flicked through CDs on the rack beside you. Your eyes narrowed as you tried to look for the one you were fine. You heard the door creek again. "I know, Carol... I'll fold them all real soon. I'll keep it down to." You hummed, you slowly turned around to see who you expected to be Carol.

It was Carl.

It had to be him, didn't it?

"Lesley Gore?" He questioned as he held up a CD that was on the table. He looked at you, his eyes had something you couldn't recognize.

"Yeah, its some 60s CD Spencer gave it to me. I'd like it back" You stood up and held your hand awaiting it to be returned. He sighed and placed it back in your hand for you to put it back in the rack. For a faint moment, she saw his eyes narrow with a hint of annoyance.

Carl doesn't like the fact that you seem to be ignoring him you can see it.

It's your fault. you should have confessed a long time ago. but he shouldn't have forgotten you either.

"How have you been?" He steps closer, he's trying the best he can to encourage a conversation. You let out a huff, he caught that too. "So... you're avoiding me now?"

"No, Carl. I'm leaving you alone. You're a big boy, you're fine."

"Leaving me alone? You're acting as if we're strangers now. What's your problem?" He said, his tone carrying a hint of irritation. He didn't like how you dismissed him so quickly.

"Why would I stay around? Do you want me to follow you as you go around following Enid? That's weird, Carl." Your eyes roll back in your head. It hurt too much.

He was surprised by your bluntness. He knew you weren't exactly happy about his relationship with Enid, but he didn't realize it bothered you this much. He didn't like Enid being brought into this either, it's not her fault. You knew that.

"It's... it's not like that" he says defensively. "And what does it matter anyway? You spend more time with Ron nowadays." Of course, he brought that into it. Ron. You only spent time with him because you needed a replacement for Carl, what were you expected to do? Sit alone? No thanks. Life is too short already.

"Exactly, because Enid ditched him too. You guys are made for one another, really!" You walked past him to leave the attic you walked down your stairs into your bedroom's vanity. If he wanted to go on about Ron, that's fine. you could always go pay him a visit later.

Your sarcastic comment stung, but he tried to keep his composure as he followed her into your room. He's never seen this side of you before. He leaned against the door frame as he watched at your vanity as your fingers worked at your hair undoing it passive-aggressively then brush at the knots out.

He waited until you undid your hair before he stepped further into the room. You really didn't know if he was waiting for an apology or processing what you said.

"You're jealous." He stated bluntly. You were ignoring him, despite how close you were, all because he was dating a girl. He came to that conclusion pretty quickly when you started fading away, but you weren't there for him to talk about it with you.

"Of what, Enid? Don't be ridiculous" You immediately got defensive; he couldn't help but let a smug smile grow on his face as he saw he hit a nerve at your reaction. You stopped braiding your hair to glare at him, you didn't like him reaching that conclusion. He paused for a moment and stepped closer to your chair, you could see him in the mirror.

"Yes of Enid, you're jealous because I haven't been spending as much time with you" He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head, his voice getting more serious.

"...I have Ron. You said it yourself. I don't need you Carl, and you don't need me." you looked at him in your mirror as you continued braiding, his lips formed a line as you went on. "We're not joined at the hip, go lock lips with Enid or something. I'm busy" You turned around to glare at him.

Your harsh words hurt, and the mention of Enid's name made him get more riled with you. He took another step towards you, his eyes fixed on you through the mirror. "You may have Ron. But that doesn't mean anything! We've been friends for years. And now suddenly you're just discarding me because I'm not giving you enough attention." He waited for you to say something, anything. You didn't. you sat there braiding your hair as a distraction, this whole conversation made you swell with frustration. "You know what? Fine. If you don't need me, then I don't need you either." His expression hardened.

"I don't even know why you're here..." you muttered, your braiding slowed down to feel the soft hair under your fingers.

He scoffs at her response, feeling a mixture of frustration and hurt. He leans his back against the wall, his arms still crossed. "I came here because I was worried about you, but god... I don't know why I ever bother..." He couldn't believe how you were treating him. your indifferent facade was infuriating.

You had to look away, a weight settled in your stomach. Something you didn't feel before Alexandria filled you, emptiness. A cold emptiness, that drained the room of all warmth. It was something you never thought was possible around Carl.

"You're not even going to say anything?" He finally caved. He needed to hear you speak, to at least acknowledge his presence, but you just sat there, looking vacant. He finally had enough and huffs before he pushes away from the wall. "You know what? Fine, you win. I'll leave you alone"

He left your room and closed the door; he couldn't have imagined this heartbreak from such a close longtime friend. As soon as the door closed you felt everything crash down on you, you tried to be strong about losing him before. You were fine with slipping away, just fading out, however this ending was different. It felt so wrong; you didn't want to leave things like this. You didn't want him to leave at all, you wanted him to stay. You wanted everything to be different. You had so many wants, yet you're doing nothing. You stood up, you're fighting the weight of your heavy heart as you hurried downstairs.

You saw Carl through your misty eyes as he reached for the door handle, you grabbed his waist. Though it hurt having him stay, you did need him. You felt him freeze, it took him by surprise. You were so cold and distant earlier; he really couldn't understand this rollercoaster you were putting him through.

"Y/n..." he called your name softly. You couldn't help but tense, you feared he'd push you away like he did many times before for Enid. But Enid wasn't here. It was just you two. He turned to you slowly, his eyes were filled with longing. They lost that frustration they filled with a few minutes' prior. He was confused and hurt, of course he'd be. You were going on about how you didn't need him to now holding him like you didn't want him to go.

"You're an idiot..." Your voice broke, you tried to hold it together. Your head was buried in his back, you didn't want him to see you this way.

"Why are you doing this?" He whispered, his voice filled with both hurt and confusion. Though you two grew distant he still held onto what you both had. You couldn't let go of what never was. You missed him. "Just admit it.." he said under his breath.

You struggled you form your words. You didn't want to admit it to Carl, you hated admitting it at all. "I'm...I am- I'm Jealous." Your grip on his waist tightened as you tensed up.

"I wouldn't replace you with her." He whispered. You shook your head.

"That's not why I'm like this...I..." You couldn't finish what you wanted to say, it wasn't just cowardice. To say it now didn't feel right. Hesitantly, you let go. As badly as you wanted him, you couldn't just say that when he's getting so close to Enid. Its not fair on either of them. As much as your heart ached, it would still beat without him.

"Tell me, Y/n. You're not being fair here..." He took a step closer, his voice filled with both desperation and a hint of anger. "You can't treat me like this and expect me to understand. Not when you're the one who started avoiding me first-" he was getting desperate.

"I had to! I can't sit and watch you two get close as I sit there. It hurts, Carl. It was always me and you. Everyone in the group had their own cliques, but now it's you and Enid. Where am I? I should be there... I should have been honest" you can see the look on his face, hes sick of all this beating round the bush.

"Then tell me!" He interjects.

"I like you"

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I may rewrite this later, not a huge fan

2350 words.

[enidette]

ONE FOR ME

warnings :: reader gets injured, me tryna replicate eugene language

ron anderson x reader

being from rick’s group gave you many opportunities; to fight the dead for the families who can’t. it was decided that you would go with glenn when he had to attend runs. this had pros and cons for you. pros, you got to keep up your skills and go back to what you’d — ironically — consider more home than any of the mansion-sized houses in alexandria.

cons, you could die. get hurt. any negative possibility from before could still happen, so why did you agree to go on the runs in the first place? when there’s the safety of alexandria waiting for you? there’s one simple, stupid answer. ron anderson.

after being out there for so long, away from anyone your age other than carl, you had no idea how to deal with little teen crushes.

especially ones on boys with a girlfriend.

so you’d take your chances going back to the nostalgic smell of decaying flesh and the sounds of the dead gurgling on, probably, their own blood.

what made things worse was ron’s reciprocated attention and affection. it made you feel awkward. you didn’t know how to portray your feelings properly, how to respond to his advances. and then you remember enid, and your brain really short-circuits.

“hey,” you hear ron’s breathless voice behind you, turning around to see him jogging towards you. “another run?”

you shrug, “we need things.” he squints his eyes to look at you through the sun, shooting you a sad look. he takes your hand and pulls you away from the gate and your team. your hand feels like it’s on fire, you hate how this boy makes you feel.

“can’t you stay for once?” the look in his eyes and sincerity in his voice has your face heating up. you nibble your lip nervously before wiggling your hand out of his grasp. you try to not dwell on the dejected look on his face.

you give him a tight-lipped smile, “i don’t know much about relationships, but i don’t think you should be holding another girl’s hand.” he opens his mouth to protest when you start to walk away. “and i can’t stay, they need me!”

he watches you get in the car with glenn, heath, and nicholas, sighing and waving at you. causing you to look at him blankly before the car is disappearing down the road.

ron laughs at your behavior, turning around as eugene shuts the gate. he hears the metal clash before eugene’s voice calls out to him. “i can feel the thickening tension of teenage romance budding between the two of you.” ron tilts his head at him, brows furrowing at the random interjection. “it’s palpable.”

you didn’t expect that interaction with ron to throw you off so much, but you have to admit, it was nice having someone care for you. the group had always had their own cliques; maggie and glenn, rick with michonne, carl, and judith. sasha with tyrese, carol and daryl. you were stuck on the outside.

the closest to that you were beginning to have was noah, and he’s gone now.

and nearly, you were too. the run was going alright, you all had gone into a pharmacy and you were instructed to look in the back where the prescription medications were. while the others took on the convenience store items and over-the-counter meds. you were blazing through the labels, looking for what glenn instructed you to find.

“cillin, cillin,” you mumble to yourself, looking at the ends of the words on the bottles. you needed to find antibiotics, and your head was so clouded with teenage feelings and confusion that you didn’t hear growling behind you.

a hand reaches out and grabs your shoulder, causing you to whip around and grab your knife. you stab the walker through the eye, mouth agape. you look around to see you had knocked a shelf out of place in your frenzy. one that was holding a door with a broken knob shut. hiding a room full of walkers.

you back away with wide eyes, shoving a bunch of medication from the nearest shelf in your bag. you’re sure you could use it for something, maybe your possible death wouldn’t be a waste.

you trip over the decaying arm of the walker, watching as it slides across the floor. you land with a grunt, an odd sticky pop sound ringing in your ear accompanied by a newfound pain in your shoulder.

you’re unable to hold in a yelp at the pain, using your opposite arm to push you across the room. walkers start to crawl towards you, and you take the opportunity to stab whichever one you can reach. you accept your impending doom and tiredly try to take out the herd, but the more they stack on top you, the harder it is to reach.

gunshots fly through the air and everything becomes a disgusting blur. bodies of the dead falling to the ground before the pile of them on top of you are flung off and you’re being hauled over someone’s shoulder by your bad arm. you make a noise of pain you couldn’t hear before your vision goes black.

you blink your eyes, staring up at the white ceiling above you. you know you’re home, well, in alexandria. you turn your head and recognize the infirmary. that’s when the searing pain in your arm becomes obvious once more.

“i think it’s a severe muscle tear,” you hear denise say, sitting up with a small wince. glenn and ron are in the room, both of their attention’s on denise. “it’s really intense, sudden pain, it must have made her blood pressure levels drop. that’s why she fainted, but she’ll be fine with rest.”

ron laughs humorously, “i don’t think ‘rest’ is in her vocabulary.” your heart tugs at the sight of him, standing there, waiting for you to wake up.

“i guess you know me well.” ron and glenn turn around in surprise at the sound of your voice. you send them weak smiles as the three come to your side.

glenn gives you a soft smile, squeezing your hand, “i didn’t know what happened, i wanted to stay here until you woke up.” you give him a thankful nod, watching as he tells denise something about maggie before retreating to the door.

denise stands awkwardly by your side before patting your shoulder. you grimace at the pain shooting through you, “sorry- i just… i’ll just go look at the books again.” she stammers before going back to her studying corner.

you and ron share a look before laughing, “poor thing.” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers. it hurt to move your bad arm at all.

ron’s hand comes up to yours, intertwining your fingers. you go to repeat what you said earlier when he cuts you off, “for the record,” he smiles, kissing your knuckles. “you’re the only one for me.”

[carlsangel]

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐔𝐏𝐒

THE WALKING DEAD

MATCH UP STATUS: CLOSED

i’m doing matchups!!!! these will be for all TWD CHARACTERS.

here’s some information on how i’m going to format this although i’m sure all of you are well aware on how these work, I’m very new to this so bare with me :)

REQUIREMENTS: SO for me to make you a match up, i ask that you’re following my blog. i also won’t be writing for anonymous askers.

WHAT TO EXPECT: you will receive a character i find you to be most compatible with. I will give a couple headcanons for them as well as a small drabble (also for each one i’ll have a banner that fits the vibe muehehe)

WHAT TO SEND: I ask a personality description AT LEAST. I would prefer i get more however. You can send physical descriptions (hair, eyes, height, whatever you want focused on in your drabble) picrew if you want, any visuals, your personality type, zodiac sign, pronouns, and nicknames you want in your drabble.

NOTICE!!!: i do ask that you share with me your sexual orientation or tell me what gender pairing you prefer so i don’t make you uncomfortable by matching you with someone you don’t prefer. also, these drabbles and headcanons are all going to be safe for work. I WILL NOT BE WRITING SMUT FOR MATCHUPS.

[hiro--aoki]

Heyyy!! I was wondering if you could maybe write a ron anderson x f!reader? Where ron walks over to her house and sneaks in through the window, then they start talking on the roof(possibly confessing feelings) tyyyy!!!🫶🏼🫶🏼

Stargazing

A/n: sorry this took so long anon, I was way to focused on the Carol and Daryl fic, but I took the chance to do this one. Hope I pleased. 🤭💕

It was another scorching night at Alexandria since the annual heatwaves hit. You were laying in your bed in just a singlet and shorts. Even still you were sweating. Your hair was sticking to your skin so much you had to pull it back into a bun. You couldn't sleep, not in this oven of a room.

As if your mind had summoned it, there was a not so quiet knock on your window, before it was pulled open and someone climbed through. You jump out of your bed and grab your gun off the bedside table, aiming it at the figure.

"Calm down there, tiger."

You lower your gun, "Ron! What're you doing here?"

"Couldn't sleep, came over to annoy you." He shrugs nonchalantly.

"Of course you did," you mumble under your breath.

"How do you sleep in here? It's like the sun decided to have a sleepover with you."

"Well I wasn't sleeping, for starters-"

Before you can say anything more, he grabs your wrist and pulls you to the window.

"Ron! Where are we going?!" You ask, slightly startled by his bold move.

"The roof." He looks over his shoulder with his shit eating grin that you secretly love so much.

He climbs back out the window and you follow by instinct. You both scramble to the roof, helping each other like the 'best friends you are. Once on the roof you lay down a comfortable distance from each, and it's almost too far. You lay in silence together.

"Those stars look like a heart." You point at a set of stars.

He chuckled and points to a different cluster, "Those ones look like a dick."

You backhand his arm playfully.

"What?! It does." He argues, acting innocent.

You shake your head with a small laugh.

It falls silent again.

"Y/n, I think... I think you're one of the prettiest girls I know." He confessed randomly, a light blush across his pretty face.

You're caught of guard by his confession but quickly regain your composure, "Really?"

He doesn't reply. It's obvious he caught himself off guard when he said that aloud.

He collects his thoughts, "Yeah, you're really pretty."

You smile at him, "You're not half bad yourself."Who are you kidding? He's gorgeous. You see the blush deepen on his cheeks under the moonlight. It's like a painting, better than the Mona Lisa.

"Y/n, I think I have a crush on you." He says seriously, sitting up.

"You...think?"

"No, I know." He says confidently.

You sit up, and look at him. You notice the way the moonlight highlights his feature.

"I...like you too."

"Oh, I knew you would." His cocky grin grew slightly.

"Oh shut it, Anderson. You did not." You can't help but chuckle.

"So, are we like, a thing now?" He asks, the iconic grin vanishing for a second.

"I thought you knew?" You smirk, teasingly.

He's silent for a second, before his confidence returns, "We are."

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[zmbiesoph]

CARL GRIMES X FEM!Y/N AESTHETIC

[aidothewriter]

SPOOKY SEASON 🎃

Ik its not October yet, but IDC!! Now that it's that time of the year, I kinda wanna start doing stories for specific times of the year. Like Halloween and Christmas, blah blah blah. So here are some fandoms im in that look good for this month!!! Also, I'm watching a berleezy video that is definitely giving me an idea for an au plot!

[ Quick note: I know someone just asked for a request! I plan on taking a look at that soon ]

🍭 Creepypasta

🍫 sally face

🍬 boyfriend to death

🎃 The walking dead

🍭 tell tale waking dead series

🍫 five nights at Freddy's

I will add more if I can think of any other fandoms I'm in! But so far, I am mainly stuck on creepypasta!! Don't be shy to request. Also, I am still working on the carl x reader series!! Can't wait to post part 1!! ♡♡

[iamgonnagetyouback]

MASTERLIST౨ৎ.ᐟ

welcome, love. come in, come in—careful now, mind the step. soft hands, soft eyes, you’re looking for something, aren’t you? sweet thing, you’re in the right place. here, let me show you names that rest on pages, waiting for your touch. take your time, stay awhile. they’re all here, waiting.

― harry potter

― criminal minds

― dead poets society

― the amazing spider man

― gilmore girls

― miscellaneous

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀― events & celebrations

©iamgonnagetyouback౨ৎ please refrain from copying, translating, or reposting any of my work please do not copy, translate, or repost any of my work.

[thatonelovingwalker]

Carl x Reader x Ron

Summary: You and Ron found a stash of weed just few miles outside Alexandria, and convinced Carl to join you both for a smoking session.

TW: Weed, suggestive themes, make out session, marking, shotgun smoking, Carl is inexperienced

You and Ron finally convinced Carl to leave his home and go to your hiding cubby just outside the walls perimeter. You and Ron had turned it into a cubicle with pillows, blankets, snacks, and a couple homemade weapons for when either of you needed a break from the new world.

Carl knew about it vaguely, but he had never set foot in it. When he did however, you could tell he was tense. The thought of getting high when something could go wrong nearly triggered a panic within him. But at the sight of the pastel plushies that you scavenged calmed him a little.

“Carl, it’s going to be okay. Y/N set little traps around the place. She’s actually quite good at it,” Ron assured Carl, motioning to a spot on the small love seat.

“Yeah,” was all Carl responded with, taking off his gun holster and hat.

Once the three of you were comfortable, you and Ron started rolling the joints. Ron took his time, and eventually had to take over for you. You had never done it before, and if it was too loose, you’d get more air than anything.

You turned to look at Carl from your spot on the floor. His arms rested on his knees while his head stood still on his knuckles. He was watching intently to Ron as he worked, observing the way his fingers moved naturally, gracefully, wrapping each thread of the herb with precision. Carl was entranced. It made you smile.

You had known for a while about Carls attraction, though he never said anything to you. It was easy to spot. You and Ron had talked about it, but he brushed it off.

“All done. Ready?” Ron asked.

“Finally,” you giggled, taking the smoke from Ron. Carl grabbed his hesitantly, holding it as if it were a disease.

“It will help you relax, Carl. I promise,” Ron assured before lighting his own. He took a deep drag from the smoke, letting it rest in his lungs for a few seconds before releasing it. He looked blissed out just from one pump.

Carl saw this and attempted to pull one before coughing it back up. His lungs weren’t used to it.

“Oh geese Carl. Are you okay?” You asked him, watching him double over. You rubbed his back gently.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to,” you said. You didn’t want to pressure him.

“I have an idea that might make it easier, Carl. Wanna try it?” Ron told him. Carl coughed one more time before saying, “yeah let’s try. It doesn’t taste so bad anymore.”

“Probably because you coughed it all up!” You giggled at him in disbelief. He smiled at you gently.

“Alright. If I make you uncomfortable though, tell me,” Ron’s words confused you and Carl both, but he nodded to confirm the promise.

Ron shuffled forward on his knees with his joint. He looked Carl in his eyes before taking his left hand, and dragging it across Carls chin, making their faces align. Their noses almost touching, Ron lightly breathed, “Open.” It was a silent command to Carl, and before he could finish, Carls mouth widened.

You could see that Carls breath was becoming heavy, making you feel something within. Something new. Ron turned to pull out another drag, then turned back, his eyes half closed, and nearly connected their lips to blow out the smoke.

Carl closed his eyes as he took in all the smoke Ron offered him. He did it so quickly that he jolted forward slightly, making their lips connect for a moment. Ron pulled back after a few moments, making sure Carl was okay.

He didn’t cough this time. His eyes were still closed as he released it all. It was one of the hottest things you’ve seen.

“Any better?” Ron asked, looking at Carl. His eyes pleading.

“Yeah…” Was all Carl could say. “Can we keep doing that instead, Ron?”

All three of you were high out of your minds, and you somehow ended up with your head in Carl’s lap, and Ron at his feet. You all were giggling and yapping at one another, bonding over the drug. It was always tense around them. Now it felt like home.

You were laughing at something Ron said when you noticed Carl looking at you with a dazed gaze.

“What’s wrong, Carl? Are you—”

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” Carl sighed, bringing his hand up to wrap his fingers around a strand, tugging slightly.

“Carl?” Your breathing started to get heavy again, and you sucking in a breath before Carl bent down to kiss you.

It was short, but sweet. He tasted of weed, and you were sure you did as well. After pulling back from the peck, you forced your hands into his locks, pulling him back down. This time, the kiss was rough and needy.

While you and Carl were making out, Ron moved to to Carls left, watching with his mouth open slightly, taking in the view of his two crushes taking each others breath.

You both put so much into it that your lips started to bruise. Pulling back because you needed air, a string of saliva was the only thing still connecting you both. Panting, you felt his jeans below your head tighten, making you smile. He just sat there with dilated pupils as he whimpered slightly.

“What about little ol’ me, Carl?” Ron asked next to Carl.

Ron placed his arm around Carl’s shoulder and used his free hand to tilt Carls head to meet his. All they did was stare at each other for a while.

And then Ron asked, “Is this okay?” Quietly, gazing at Carls bruised, wet lips.

Carls shoulders sagged suddenly from need. Even though we had barely done anything, it was overwhelming for Carl. He whimpered a positive note, making Ron grin.

Slowly, Ron went in to kiss him. It was soft and gentle at first, but with the sounds Carl was making as you moved your head slightly to see better, you rubbed his jeans just right.

Ron took that chance to force his tongue into Carls mouth, making him jerk slightly. Ron moved with him, and you could see his eyes glazing with unshed tears. Ron devoured Carls moans as he stole every kiss from him.

You rubbed your legs together to try and get some friction, anything. You sat up, taking a seat on the other side of Carl, moving the collar of his flannel.

While Ron sucked the life out of him, you decided to give his neck some attention. Leaving wet kisses along the pale, untouched skin, marking any space you could reach, causing him to tilt his head to give you better access. The noises he made only encouraged you and Ron.

It was going to be a long night.