#ron anderson x reader

[fields-of-grimes]

I’m not sure if this is where I ask for requests… but could you do a more weirder one where y/n is distant from everyone and Ron and Carl talk about her body and how she looks(in other words… what they would to to her- if she consented ofc) because she wears somewhat revealing clothing. if not that’s absolutely fine! :))))

Whispers | Carl Grimes

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader (Kinda Ron Anderson x Fem!Reader)

CW: Mentions of smut

im gonna put my own little twist in this request

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Carl and Ron were sitting on the porch at Ron’s house looking at Y/N writing in her notebook.

“Carl man look at what she’s wearing. I bet those leggings make her ass look so good.” Ron said biting his lip. Carl narrowed his eyes at Ron before turning his attention back to Y/N. “Yeah and that crop top she has on looks so small on her, i could just fuck her right here and right now if she asked me too.” Carl said starring at you.

Ron chuckled slightly at Carl’s words. “Please bro if she’s gonna ask anyone to fuck her it’s gonna be me, the things I would do to her.” Ron said before gasping, “She’s getting up dude. She’s getting up!” He screamed smacking Carl’s arm.

You walked over to the boys, “Hi Ron, Hey Carl.” You said giving them a small smile before walking away. You felt their eyes on you so you decided to sway your hips a little as you walked away.

Carl gasped as you swayed your hips, he looked at Ron. "Dude she just swayed her hips for me, see I told you she wants me to fuck her." He said to the other boy who just rolled his eyes. "No she swayed them for me, she wants me to fuck her." Ron said to Carl.

Carl got up and walked after you. "Hey Y/N wait up!" He yelled. You stopped walking and turned around to face him. "Yeah what's up?" You asked the long haired boy.

"I uh i was wondering if you wanted to hang out?" He asked you, you sighed in response. "Sorry Carl i really just wanna be alone for a little." You gave him a small smile before walking away, you smirked and swayed your hips as you left. "By the way i do want you to fuck me and not Ron." You said smirking.

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[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]

DIFFERENCES

ron anderson x reader

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

tags: fluff!

masterlist here!

carl grimes masterlist here!

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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[hiro--aoki]

This is great! Totally obsessed! Definitely need him!

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

[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!! ��♡

[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.

[zmbiesoph]

CARL GRIMES X FEM!Y/N AESTHETIC

[enidette]

JEALOUS JEALOUS JEALOUS BOY

warnings :: crazy dialogue, i wrote this half asleep im sorry, i wanted to get something out but its lowkey shitty and the ending is mad corny

ron anderson x fem!reader

it had been just you and ron for such a long time that the boy forgot what jealousy felt like. sure there was mikey at the very beginning, but after that faded out, the lack of teenagers your age became the norm. it never crossed his mind that another would come along and turn his jealousy on high.

carl grimes, the son of the man who killed his father was stealing your attention these days. ron knew deep down that you had both trauma bonded, being out there for so long. but another boy taking you away from him — at least that’s how he sees it — on top of him being rick grimes’ kid left a bad taste in ron’s mouth.

he trusted you, he didn’t trust him. in any way shape or form. logic was out the window, after what happened he just sees red every time he sees the two of you together. so he does the only logical, angsty teen boy thing he could think of. keep his distance from the both of you.

you were hurt, the absence of your boyfriend was so present after spending nearly all your time together previously. now you sit back to back with carl, gripping your knife anxiously awaiting the attackers outside to come in.

your eyes are trained on the floor while carl’s stays on the window. your plan was to leave. ron’s lack of interest in you recently was your sign to go back out where you belong. you had been contemplating it for a while, it was just your boyfriend holding you back.

“shit!” carl mutters, running towards the door. dumbfounded, you follow him. you watch in horror from the doorway ron getting chased by one of the attackers. your brain reacts faster than your legs but thankfully carl takes the man out.

you make eye contact with a breathless ron and his eyes turn cold at the sight of you. you want to cry, one of the first people you trusted and loved after the mess the world went to, suddenly shutting you out like you were nothing.

carl swallows thickly, thinking about what to do. he decides to put whatever petty fight they have aside, “come in, you’ll be safe.” you look at ron pleadingly, but he shakes his head. he goes to walk away when he sees your eyes water and-

oh. you’re crying, because of him. something he promised would never happen. he looks around him blankly before carl’s yells are ripping him out of his thoughts. your hand latches onto his bicep and he feels himself being dragged inside.

“you can’t just stand there like an open target! what were you thinking?” your angry voice cracks with sadness, he can see you trying to conceal your emotions.

he huffs, ever the stubborn one. “now you care?” your mouth falls open and you look at carl quickly, signaling him to give you both some space.

carl clears his throat, the tension in the room is unfamiliar and uncomfortable to him. he’s pleased to be able to leave. “i’ll go scope out the rest of the house.”

you watch as he leaves before turning back to ron. “what the hell is your problem?” he just stares back at you, too embarrassed to share his answer.

ron shrugs, “you probably like him, you have to pretend anymore.”

you gape at him before your stare grows cold. “seriously ron? i’ve been hurt over your behavior. you’re acting like i don’t exist. but you can’t drag it out in the middle of something like this.” you point behind you, ron’s eyes following to look out the window. just in time to see one of the nice women who would bake goods for alexandria fall at the hands of one of the attackers.

“why would you even think that? i only love you ron, it’s only you, and it will forever only be you.” your voice grows soft towards the end of your sentence. ron grimaces; at the sight out the window, his pettiness, hurting you.

“i’m sorry,” he mutters, head hung low. “after what happened to my dad, it’s like i’ve been on autopilot. i don’t know what to make of what’s going on because it’s happening so fast.” his hand reaches out to grab yours. “i guess since carl seems like an attachment of rick it made me…”

“jealous?” you laugh, pushing a stray hair back into his beanie. he glares up at you playfully,

“i’m not jealous! i’m resentful.”

you nod sarcastically, “and you’re such a big scary guy.” he shakes his head and goes to hug you. your whole body feels at ease despite the dire circumstances just by being in his arms.

“i love you too,” he mutters into your neck, just before carl has you both sprung back into action.

[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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[aidothewriter]

Just curious if you would do male reader X Carl Grimes from TWD?

Swimming Class

Summary : You and carl are out for the day and decided to stop by the nearby lake for a swim. What could go wrong?

• Carl Grimes x M/reader

The sun was rising over Alexandria as the warm sun risin over the small community. You were making your way towards Carl's house to see if he was up and ready to hang out for the day. You and him didn't always get a day of your own, let alone off together, So you both always tried to make do with the time you had. Walking up the wooden steps, you knocked on his door a couple times and waited for a response. To your surprise, it was Carl, " Well, look at who finally decided to get up early for once " you said with a teasing tone only to earn a groan from Carl but you could already see the smile he was so trying to hide. " Let's just go already, I'd rather be shamed in private and out of ear shot of my dad " he said with a chuckle before quickly closing the door behind him.

As you walked through the semi empty roads, you both made it towards one of the wide ponds in the town. You both decided that it would be a nice place to relax at for at least a couple of hours. Resting your book bag against the tree, you both sat down and began chatting about your chores, days, and just anything that would keep you two entertained. Laughing at one of his stories, you wiped a tear from your eye, sighing to catch your breath. You looked up at him with a sly smile. " Haha... oh, you better hope I don't use this against you! " you said while Carl gave you a fake look of hurt and betrayal, letting a low gasp out as he did, holding his "heart" while shaking his head." y-you wouldn't dare! " he said before shaking his head and looking down towards the water.

Standing up, he held his hand out towards you, taking in your features as he did. " they've got a boardwalk down there. Wanna check it out? " he asked while you took his hand and stood up, following him down the small hill. You both walked alongside the boardwalk till you reached the end. The sun was setting against the water, leaving it to shimmer and glow against their skin. While you were at least lost in it's beauty you didn't realize the plan Carl had in his head till it was to late, you were cut off by a quick shove on your back and a loud "-splash!-" into the water. Reaching back to the top, you looked up at Carl with a scowl while he laughed his little white ass off. " You dick head! " You yelled at him while he bent down to help you out." I- I'm sorry, you left yourself wi- Ah! " While you grabbed his arm, you pulled him in after you. As he came up, his once fluffy brown hair was now slick and layed out on his face as he watched you laugh back at him. Quickly pushing his hands up through the water, he splashed you right in the face. You followed his actions and began splashing him back. As you two continued to play together, the rest of that afternoon was filled with nothing but laughter and passion. If only it could last forever....•°♡

[iamgonnagetyouback]

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[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.