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sleepyangelkami · 1 month
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PERVERTED II c.grimes
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CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER
 ☆ SUMMARY - carl decides to go through with this weeks saturday sleepover. so far, he's been able to control himself. until, that is, he hears you whimper his name in your sleep.
 ☆ WARNINGS - smut, slight angst, somnophilia, thigh riding (kinda), fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, wet dreams, sex dreams, innocence kink, corruption kink, dom!carl, sub!reader, noncon, heavy manipulation, use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷
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"you sure you don't wanna come?" rick questioned as he took a box from his son, landing it inside the back of the truck. "we could use the help."
carl watched his dad place a hand on his hip before shaking his head, hand on his hat. "no, i promised y/n i'd stay over. can't miss saturday sleepover can i?" he'd laughed yet he knew he wouldn't wish to miss it for the world, either. rick gave him a look, lips slightly perking up as if he knew something. "what?"
rick wasn't born yesterday either. he was well aware what it was like to have a silly crush, especially at that age. but this... this was much different. "nothin'" before packing in the last box. "you be good, alright? don't ruin the house while glenn and maggie are gone."
the two were going on the supply run with him, along with many more of the fighters. "bye, dad." watching him get into the rusted car.
and so, the day went on.
by the time lunch rolled around, carl still hadn't seen you. however, he wasn't entirely alone. he soon found ron who decided to help him look for you. in return, you'd also be looking for his also missing girlfriend, enid.
"they're always running off." ron muttered under his breath. he knew enid was close with you, possibly your best friend had carl not been thrown into the mix. enid was always running off with you, slinging you around by the arm. "hey, what's the deal with you two anyway?" carl's head peeked up, brows knitting together. "is she like your girlfriend or something?"
his mind moved like puzzle pieces. girlfriend. carl had never had a girlfriend before but he was pretty sure you had to kiss and all that to actually be in a relationship. then again, you don't touch yourself with your 'friend's panties sitting on your dick. he cleared his throat. "no... no we're not together."
saying you were his friend didn't seem all too right but saying you weren't his girlfriend didn't seem right either. you were something.
but ron didn't look convinced, rolling his eyes with his brows raising slightly. "whatever, dude." was it really all that obvious to everyone aside from you? carl thought that if there was a competition on the most oblivious person alive, you'd win.
but perhaps that was the easier option. would he have preferred you to know? everything seemed so easy with the fact that you were so oblivious. it was like a reminder that he could do anything he wanted right under your nose.
"finally." hearing the mutter from ron, carl looked up. this was when he was met with the sight of you, as pretty as ever, sat next to enid on a bench near the town's pond.
carl could barely look at you. the way you sat with your legs folded, smiling away innocently, completely unaware of what he'd done last night. you wore a pretty skirt, enough to slightly hike up your legs, giving carl a view of the pretty plush of your thighs.
he could only imagine digging his hands around the plush, holding it and kneeding the skin. he could only imagine grasping your thighs, holding them close while he rammed his di―
"there you guys are!" ron exclaimed causing carl to shake his head, ridding himself of the thoughts he'd been having. "carl and i were looking all over for you." he had this voice he used when he spoke to girls, one that carl could guarantee was not the voice he used with him.
enid only rolled her eyes. the sight of her boyfriend and carl was enough to have her smile drop. "well, we weren't looking for you." she mumbled. some may say she didn't like anyone aside from you, not even her own boyfriend. carl didn't think there was much of a point of being with someone that you didn't even like. "hence the getaway pond."
ron must have thought she was joking because he came up to pinch her side and kiss her cheek. the sight alone had carl's stomach turning.
however, the sweet sound of your lulling voice was enough to bring him back. "hi, carl." you beamed at him, smile as wide as ever. he hadn't even registered you moving from the bench to his side. all he remembered was the feeling of you snaking in next to him, your body so close. suddenly, he felt so dirty. "we were feeding the ducks." smiling like a child on christmas. you always smiled like that, like you had a thousand things to be smiling about. it always made carl wonder if you were truly made for this world at all.
when he was around you, he was fighting off his own smile. yours was so contagious. the way his lips curved upwards told you he was happy for you, he always was. "that's great ba― y/n." correcting himself as his expression faltered, smile wavering.
he watched as your entire face fell.
he was unable to bring himself to call you those cute names. baby, sweetheart, like an old couple who'd spent their entire lives together. he couldn't bring himself to say such things after he imagined himself fucking you just the night before. it didn't seem right, not when you were so oblivious to the dirtiness behind his words.
the smile wiped clean from your face, carl was sure you could have cried.
you reminded him somewhat of a kicked puppy.
he'd been the one to kick you.
he never called you y/n, unless speaking to someone else like his father or even ron. this was because they'd hardly understand who you were if he was referring to you as sweetheart.
the point was, he only used your name if it was wholeheartedly necessary.
you wondered what'd changed.
your mind ran back to the night before. when he'd entered your house, looking awfully suspicious and at the sight of you, he practically rushed out the door. had you done something wrong? your heart ached at the idea that you may have upset him. a heart of gold, some people said you had. carl had to beg to differ. the look on your face explained all he needed to know, a heart of mere paper.
he regretted it the moment he said it.
he knew how you got, how all up in your head you could be. he could only imagine how you'd be for the rest of the day, going over every interaction you've ever had with the boy and wondering where everything went wrong, where you messed up.
the moment your name slipped from his lips, he thought it may have been better to call you anything else in the entire world. even if it was laced with the dirty undertone.
he felt your body move slightly away from his, eyes cast down on the ground to avoid any glances. "'m gonna go see aaron." you announced, rather loudly too.
"okay." enid responded, her eyes glancing you over before turning to carl, a slight glare, if you will. she didn't particularly like carl, though carl hadn't the foggiest idea why. perhaps it was because she was so protective of you. carl had to roll his eyes, if anyone knew what was good for you, it was him. "don't stay out too late."
you didn't respond, grasping your bag that sat at the bench before turning onto the footpath.
carl had to purse his lips. "wrong way." he said, just loud enough for you to hear.
with slightly wide eyes, you realised he was right. spinning around on your heel, you began walking left instead of right. "thanks." you mumbled under your breath before continuing your walk to one of your favourite people in the entirety of alexandria.
back at the pond, carl was cursing himself under his breath before turning around to find two accusing pair of eyes sat on the bench. one pair belonged to enid, the other to ron. "what did you do?" was enid's accusing tone, her face hard as stone. carl was on the receiving end of this look very often, he didn't fear it... well, he feared it a little but not as much as before... okay he feared it.
"what do you mean what did i do?" he instantly fell to defending himself. despite the fact that he knew he was the reason for your declining mood. "i didn't do anything."
whether it was to intimidate carl or that she smelled the sort of fish smell of ron that carl had smelt earlier, she perked up on the bench, loosening her boyfriend's arm across her shoulder. "she looks like a deflated balloon." she argued.
"yeah." ron nodded his head. carl couldn't stop the glare he sent his way, what did he know. "everyone knows aaron's like her very own guidance councillor, his boyfriend too." he shrugged his shoulders. "whatever you did, i'd say fix it quick."
the brunette boy only glared at the couple. "thanks guys, for that enlightening advice. but i don't need it, okay? i didn't do anything."
on the contrary, he was well aware that it was his fault. he needed to fix it and he needed to fix it fast but he didn't need enid and ron whispering in his ears. nobody knew you like carl, they didn't know what they were talking about. they hadn't seen you crying over some stupid movie you watched. they didn't see you smiling the way he did, they didn't take notice like him.
they'd never understand what it was like to know you. only carl would. and he'd make sure of that.
the sun was setting by the time carl had made it to your house. you'd opened the door, taking him in with your eyes before allowing him inside. maggie and glenn were on the run so the two of you headed straight towards the bedroom where'd you'd begin the movie night. however, carl was more focused on the fact that you'd spoken barely four words to him tonight rather than which disney movie you'd force him to watch this time.
he knew you were in your head but you wouldn't utter the words because what were you meant to say? hey carl, why didn't you call me baby? something so simple had ruined your entire day.
however, carl couldn't keep it in anymore. "are you okay?" he blurted out after many moments of silence as he sat atop your pink bed sheets.
you, at the foot of the bed pursed your lips. you pressed play on the movie and allowed the credits to begin. you weren't the type of person to insist that you were fine if you weren't. carl liked that about you, he never had to guess. "are you mad at me?" voice meek, like a childs.
the realisation hit carl that despite what he was feeling for you, he'd have to push it down in order to continue your friendship. at least, he couldn't take it out on you. "'course not, baby, c'mere."
the name fell from his lips like sweet relief.
it suddenly occurred to the boy that you needed him. desperately so. something as simple as calling you by your first name had thrown off your entire day. carl should have been worried, concerned even. instead, his heart fluttered a little.
you truly did rely on him.
with a sigh of relief, you found yourself crawling up to the boy. today had been so long with you being in your own head so when you felt the feeling of his hands sneak around your waist, it was like coming home after a long day at work.
you couldn't see his face but if you could, you'd see the sheer nervousness on his face. he needed to control himself but he wasn't sure how that was possible while you cuddled up against him beneath your bed sheets, clad in your pretty pale blue shorts and your white spaghetti strap top.
your knee was bent, extending over the top of his legs. there was a sharp intake of breath as your knee gently bumped against the prominent bulge in his shorts. you hadn't noticed, he knew you hadn't noticed and to make sure you wouldn't notice, he reached over to switch off the light, clearing his throat. "so, uh, what are we watching?"
"the princess frog." you answered, turning your head up to look at his face as he groaned.
a look of displeasment was evident on his face. "it's so boring!" he practically gushed.
offence hit you like a truck. "excuse me!" you battled. "i'd like to see you opening up your own restaurant all by yourself." even carl had to admit, you got him there.
carl never understood why you picked movies that you fell asleep so early during.
he heard your soft snores and your gentle breath hit the crook of his neck within the first half hour of the movie. though he couldn't blame you. truthfully, he could only blame himself in how he had your head messed up, practically knocked off your shoulders for the entire day.
it took until almost a full hour into the movie for you to stur.
at first, carl thought he'd misheard it. a little noise falling from your lips. then, he heard it again.
he held his breath as he heard the whimper leave your lips.
then, he felt it.
the gentle roll of your hips against his thigh had him practically seeing stars. the boy glanced to the tv hoping for some kind of a distraction from his obvious hard on. he couldn't wake you up, not because he actually couldn't. but because he wasn't too sure if he wanted to.
admitting it sounded like nails on a chalkboard but he'd be lying if he said he did want to. the little whimper you let out, sleepily and lowly albeit, into his ear was enough for him to almost completely loose his control.
it was like he was dreaming, it was everything he'd dreamed of, especially the night before.
you sounded even better than he'd thought.
he shouldn't have laid so still. you weren't aware of the way your hips bucked onto his leg, a little whine stretching from your lips. he reminded himself that you were too busy sleeping to understand what was going on. he couldn't engage with you, that'd be wrong.
so... wrong.
then he'd swore he heard it. "carl." a mumble in your sleep, enough for him to not know whether or not you were actually sleeping. he took a glance at your face, eyes screwed shut.
he was imagining things, he had to have been.
you soon rolled over, leaving him laying very stiffly as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening.
you were having a wet dream, obviously. that'd never happened before, at least not while cuddled up against carl. but he could have swore he heard you say his name. he shook his head, knowing he was wrong, he was so caught up in what had happened the night before that he was imagining you breathe his name.
then, he heard it again.
this time it was more stretched out into a whine. due to the movie on in the background, he could vaguely make out the way your cunt rutted onto nothingness, the mattress maybe but it wasn't enough to cause any real friction.
his mind stirred. if you really were having a dream about him, surely it was only his duty to... help?
but it was dirty, downright perverted.
but your noises were growing needier, obviously the bed wasn't enough for you to create real friction from. he had to help you. "poor girl, can't even get herself off." he mumbled under his breath, not enough to wake you up.
if he were to touch you, it wouldn't be for him. no, he was doing this for you.
he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't wake. on the contrary, you'd sleep through an asteroid should it hit your home.
he reached his hand down beneath the covers, holding his breath. he was helping you, he reminded himself, helping you. this was for you, making sure you felt good as your dream continued. your dream of him.
suddenly, he wasn't the all too dirty one. perhaps you were.
his fingers gently felt the core of your shorts, taking an intake of breath upon feeling just how wet you were. it practically seeped onto his fingers, it was a wonder if his sweatpants didn't have a wet stain on them from how you'd been rolling your hips against them.
he breathed in, gently massaging the area you needed him the most, you all but moaned into the pillow, eyes screwed shut.
carl had dreamed of this moment for as long as he lived, he wasn't ready to give it up just yet.
the way your hips jutted into his hand, creating all the friction you needed and you whimpered again, still stuck in slumber, had carl's confidence through the roof.
it was as if saying his name, he realised you wanted it just as much as he did.
how he ended beneath the covers, he wasn't too sure. perhaps it was the newfound confidence he'd gained.
he'd spent too long dreaming of this moment to stop now. he breathed as shallow as a man could before his fingers travelled back to your shorts, gently pulling them away from your aching cunt. that was when he realised you hadn't been wearing panties. did you do that often around him? had you been... expecting something?
nonetheless, carl was more than willing to give it to you.
his breath fanned your pussy, prettier than his sick mind could have ever mustered. the image would be burned into his head, it'd never leave. one thing was for sure, this boy wasn't leaving the next morning without putting his mouth to your cunt.
and that was exactly what he did.
his tongue reached your pussy, licking a long stripe and feeling your thighs jump and your body jolt. obviously, never been touched.
he knew it'd be him who touched you first. now, it was just him making sure of it.
he licked again, your wetness gathering on his tongue. he tried to hold back the groan that spread throughout your entire body. yet, you still lay sleeping. it somehow only egged him on further. he knew you wouldn't wake. to him, your body was his for the taking. and he was going to take it.
his tongue found your cute hole, hands against your thighs, holding them, trapping them down.
tongue dancing across your clit, he heard you moan even louder, still trapped by slumber. his lips curved upwards, tongue circling your clit. he moved one of his hands, using his middle finger to gently slide into your sopping hole. so wet for him, already.
he cursed enid and ron for thinking they knew you. he cursed all of the people who thought they knew you. the truth was, the only person you could ever rely on would be him, he'd make sure that you got what you needed, make sure all your needs were fulfilled at all times. perhaps this was just him making sure of that fact.
his tongue moved away from your clit, moving his other hand to meet it. he saw the way your body writhed against his hands. he couldn't wait to do this when you were awake.
it wasn't until your thighs actually began to shake that he knew what was happening. "s'pretty." he mumbled, dazed as drool practically dripped from his mouth. you truly were, the most beautiful thing he'd ever encountered his entire life.
mouth moving back to your cunt, he moved his tongue back against your clit at an alarming pace. with his now free hand, he held your thighs down, trapping them under him as your body shook against him, jutting your hips back and practically rolling your hips against his face. he relished in it. you were practically getting off to his pretty face which told him all the more just how much you loved this.
he felt your hips force themselves back to the bed, shaking and vibrating until your juices poured out onto his tongue.
you'd came.
he lapped you up without second thought, tongue dancing over your hole and licking the juices off the single finger he'd pushed inside of you.
licking his lips, he finally rose. he watched your face lull in your sleep, obviously content and finally getting your sweet relief. he gently moved your shorts to cover your pussy again, as if nothing had happened at all.
it took mere seconds for you to roll back over and onto him, cuddling against his side. he couldn't help but feel even dirtier.
you'd never even know.
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fields-of-grimes · 11 months
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Nice little unwind | Carl Grimes
Carl grimes x fem!reader
Request: Carl and the reader showering with each other. No smut. Just love and affection after a long day.
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You and Carl both stood underneath the boiling water, muscles relaxing at the touch of the water.
“Can i wash your hair?” Carl asked you softly, you smiled and nodded at him watching as he grabbed the shampoo, he quickly but softly lathered it in your hair, you leaned into his touch. “Mmm that feels nice.” You mumbled quietly.
Carl chuckled softly at your words before pulling his hands away, “You wanna rinse it out, or do you want me to do it?” He asked as his hands grabbed yours intertwining your fingers together. “I’ll do it.” You said backing up so your hair was underneath the shower head. Once you had rinsed all the shampoo out you went to grab the conditioner only for it to be snatched from your hand.
You looked at Carl confused. “When i asked if i could wash your hair i meant condition it too silly.” He said laughing as he began lathering it on your ends and running his fingers through making sure it was evenly distributed. You giggled at his cuteness before grabbing the shampoo. “Fine if you’re gonna wash my hair then i wanna wash yours.” You said earning a wide smile from your loving boyfriend. “Okay, do you want me to squat a little or can you reach my hair from here shortie?” He said making you roll your eyes at the short joke. “I can reach just fine thank you.” You said laughing as you stood on your tiptoes blushing as Carl’s hands latched themselves on your waist to help keep you steady as you lathered his hair with the shampoo. He swapped with you so you he could rinse his hair. He once again grabbed the conditioner and put some in your hands so you could also condition his hair.
After a few minutes he swapped spots with you again so you could rinse your hair, he did the same after you were done. You grabbed the soap getting some on your hands before passing it to Carl, normally he would put up a fight about washing your body, but he knew you were tired and wanted to get to bed.
Once you both were done, you turned to turn the water off, but before you could Carl quickly grabbed you and kissed you, you smiled into the kiss as the water fell on top of you both.
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This was so short and im so sorry i promise the next one will be long (and a smut)
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unadulterated-syd · 1 year
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Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of losing mother, arguing, twd warnings (angst -> to fluff)
Synopsis; Going through a loss, Carl tries his best to help. Even through argument and grief.
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Running off on your own was always a bad idea— but after a fight with Carl you hadn't even thought about safety.
He'd argued that you were to unstable for runs, having lost your mom a week earlier you'd become distant, and sometimes insensitive.
You'd told off anyone who'd tried to help you grieve, and on your last run you'd thrown yourself into a hoard out of anger— though you'd been lucky to have taken them on without being bit.
As soon as Daryl had warned Carl of your actions, he'd been on your case. Insisting you take time to grieve, rather than going on runs.
"You can't go out like this, you'll come back dead." He lectured, frustrated and fearful for your safety, "You're being reckless, and stupid."
"I don't give a damn, Carl." You shouted, "You aren't my babysitter, just leave me be."
"Everyone's worried about you, Daryl, Daryl of all people was the one who told me. Daryl's worried."
"I don't care Carl, if I want to go for runs I go for runs. You aren't my dad." You faltered at your own words, thinking of your father whom you'd lost.
Carl paused for a moment, sighing, "Listen, I came to talk to you because my dad's restricting you. He wants someone's eye on you all the time, figured it was best I gave you the option to agree."
"I'm not a child, I don't need that." You stood from your seat, at the kitchen table— frustrated. Carl looked up, watching you.
"Y/n this is because we care, not because we don't trust you—"
"Yeah, sure seems like it. You all blame me, for what happened, god knows I do too. But that doesn't mean I want to risk more lives by being replaced on runs."
You shook your head, looking to the door, "What I'm trying to say is— maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I was next."
"Don't say that." He said sternly, now realizing how serious the situation was, "This is Bullshit. Y/n you need to get your head out of your ass and realize what's going on—
— you almost died last night, because you got upset. You almost got multiple people killed because you can't control yourself."
You looked at him, his words setting in like salt to a wound. It stung, hearing someone you loved so much say something so blunt.
You can't control yourself. It rang through your mind, hanging in the air as realization hit him. Though, he was far to stubborn to admit it. Not until he had time to cool down.
"Control.. myself?" You looked at him, your sadness turning to anger quickly. "Control? You have never once been reprimanded for anything you've done—
— How would you know how I feel? You could commit anything you wanted and it'd be covered up wouldn't it?" You shouted, the tears forming.
"Covered up? Is that what you think of me?" His voice raised, looking at you, "You don't get to dictate how I've grieved, that's not what this is about!"
"Fuck you, Carl. Fuck you, and your stupid ego. You don't get to dictate my grieving either. And I won't let you."
Before he could respond, you were out the door— and here you were back at the beginning.
You fell against a tree, everything setting in finally. You'd just ran from the help you needed, yelled at the opportunity to have such help, and most importantly you'd just lost your mom.
Everything you'd burried inside yourself shone now, in the woods late at night. Your body shook with sobs, your tears fading as you ran out.
Who knew how long you'd been crying, how long you'd been out there, how long everyone may have looked for you.
But, your loud sobs were sure to attract some sort of reaction from the world. And soon you found the noises of a biter crawling closer.
You reached for a rock, wiping your nose weakly. The undead figure appeared in front of you, lurching forward, knocking you flat against the tree as you smashed the rock over it's head.
You were sure you'd earned wounds from such, on your back from the sharp edges of the tree, on your hand from the force of the rock, but you far from cared.
All that mattered to you now was letting it all out— you smashed the rock over the biters head, though it was long dead. You sobbed over the rotting corpse, weakly crying out when ever the rock made contact.
You felt cold hands take your wrists, pulling you from the corpse as you dropped the rock. Carl pulled you into his arms, glad to find you safe— though his heart broke for your state.
He didn't take you home, not yet, he just let you sob. Doing his best to keep you warm as you did so, no words truly needed to explain your feelings.
He rubbed circles into your back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you slowly soothed— you only acknowledging him when you'd finally calmed down.
"I'm sorry.." You whispered, leaning further into him, "I didn't mean it— any if it I didn't..I didn't. I want to live, I mean it, I do. I don't think you grieve wrong.. you're so—"
"Shhh, I know. I know." He hummed, his hands still running circles into your back. "Let's get you back, you need to lay down."
He helped you up, his arm never unwrapping from you as he guided you back to Alexandria, walking passed people who'd been wondering where you were— where you'd gone.
He gave them nods, assuring you were fine, never once pausing to talk to anyone. He finally stopped when he'd reached your room, gesturing for you to sit on the bed.
He kneeled in front of you— you on the bed, him on the floor. "Are you hurt any? Any more than this.." He asked, examining your beat up hands, holding them in his.
"My uh.. back a little. Damn biter got me against a tree." You watched as his face contoured with worry, fearing you'd been bitten, "He didn't get me, no bites."
He gave a relieved look, "I'll clean you up. Then you can sleep, as long as you want." He guaranteed, standing up and taking off to fetch things for your wounds.
You pulled your shirt off, giving access to your back when he came back. Whilst waiting you glared around your room, everything seemed to remind you of her— your mom.
It hurt so much that you didn't feel the aching in your body, the soreness in your throat, every thought was simply of her.
You blamed yourself, you were on the run with her, and now she was gone. You'd all split up and by the time you'd reached her once more, she was gone— turning.
Carl returned, snapping you from your thoughts. He adjusted himself behind you on the bed, pressing a cloth to the fresh cuts on your shoulder blades, apologizing everytime you winced.
"It gets better." He promised, from behind you, "It never heals, but it gets better. You think about the bad less. Miss the good more."
"What do you remember about her..?" You whispered, listening to the sincerity in his voice. He began bandaging your back as he proceeded—
— "As much as I can, I think of her a lot." He admitted, "She told me I'd beat this world, I try to make it true for her."
"She told me to be good to you."
"What?" He pulled from the bandages, to look at you.
"She did, my mom. Told me her biggest regret was losing my dad— how she treated him before."
Carl didn't respond, fixing the placement of the bandages before kissing your shoulder, "The last thing your mom told me was to look after you. I don't think she knew how or when— but.. i think she knew she was going."
"She'd come to terms with it, is what I mean." he finished.
You nodded, looking down at your hands, "I think I'm ready to sleep now."
He smiled, pulling the basket from the bed, "Lay down, I'll get your hands then you can sleep." You nodded, laying down on your side, you hands spralled in front of you off the bedside.
Once he'd finished, he discarded the basket on the floor, turning off the light and laying on his side to your right— wrapping his arms around you.
You put your hands on his, your intertwined hands resting on your lower stomach. He leaned into your back, head resting in between your exposed shoulder blades.
"I love you." He whispered, promising; "I'll do whatever I can to help."
"I love you too." You squeezed his hand, before fading into sleep.
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ficnation · 2 years
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Change of Plans - Carl x Reader
Request: “hey! can you do a carl grimes x male reader fic? maybe something fluffy and set in the summertime. anything you feel like really! thank you!”
requested by anonymous
Word count: 434
Pairing: Carl Grimes x Gender Neutral! Reader
Warnings: pure fluff
A/n: A little bit of a break from all the angst for our favorite boy cOrAL. As usual, I hope you enjoy it! Please leave feedback and reblog <3
☁ 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁ ||  ☁ 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☁
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It was a hot summer day in the middle of July. The sun hung high in the sky, almost scorching the skin of any who dared to set foot outside. People who didn’t have any duties outside hid in their homes away from the unbearable heat. If it were any other day, you probably wouldn’t even take a step outside unless you absolutely had to, but it was “date day.” A day you promised to spend with your boyfriend, and you had already made plans to have a little picnic date. You weren’t a fan of changing plans, so you insisted it still happened.
“Carl, hurry up already!” you called from downstairs, finishing packing a little lunch box filled with fruits and sandwiches for the both of you to enjoy on your picnic.
“You’re as patient as hungry Abraham,” Carl said, chuckling while he walked down the stairs.
He stopped just by the kitchen doorway, shirtless, and you looked up at him giggling. Carl’s eyes shined with playfulness.
“You’re doing this on purpose,” you accused, pulling your eyes away from him to put the lunch box into your bag.
“Maybe, I am. But can you blame me? It’s so freakin’ hot outside. Who would want to go out in this weather?“ Carl finally put on a t-shirt, knowing this time he won’t be able to persuade you this way.
“It’s just sun, Carl. You won’t melt.” You shook your head in disbelief at his antics. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a little bit of heat,” you teased, raising an eyebrow at him.
“If I was afraid of it, why would I spend any time in your presence when you’re so hot?” He sent a cheeky wink your way, smiling with smugness when you stared at him dumbfounded.
Your cheeks warmed up at his words before you caught on to his play. “You’re still trying to change our date plans!” you gasped, pointing an accusatory finger his way. “No, it’s not happening.”
“Oh, come on!” Carl whined, spreading his arms widely in defeat. “I will make it up to you, I swear,” he tried again. “We can always go tomorrow. Maybe it won’t be so unbearable then.”
You thought it over for a few minutes before finally giving up with a resigned sigh. Your boyfriend looked at you expectantly, and when you nodded your head, agreeing to his proposal, he cheered loudly. He ran up to you, encircling your waist with his arms and kissing your cheek sweetly.
“I’m gonna make you a cold fruit smoothie,” he promised, kissing your face all over, making you giggle.
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carlplsrailme · 10 months
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"𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠" | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬
summary: as you sit bored in a supermarket with Carl, you both find a written porno and decide to recite it while dying laughing
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carl grimes x fem!reader
cw: suggestive talk, reference to sex, just fluff!!
request: Can you maybe do a one shot of Carl and reader reading a porno they found on a run and making fun of it or smting (this is my first time requesting something omgurrr)
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"don't stop!" you cry out, grinning ear to ear as the flimsy paper rolls off your fingers and onto the slippery floor of the empty supermarket as you bark out laughing
"no- no! it's my turn!" Carl cries out as he reaches for the shiny magazine that's now flung to a different page
you slid down the counter of the checkout where you both are hiding away, well, were hiding away before a porno fell out from the cabinet, most likely from a really bored worker.
Carl flips the pages before landing and scanning through the page you were on, trying to find the place you left off
"ok..umm...oh! you're gonna take everything I give you!" his cheeks blow up with air as he tries to contain his laugh but just ends up laughing harder
"give me that!" you snatch it away from him, clearing your throat as you search for the actress in you
"yes! um.." you look back at the page
"da-...daddy?" your face scrunches up in disgust as carls face goes pale before falling back on the tile, dying as you stare at the words
"who says that?" you ask Carl but he is too busy laughing to tell you
"people- who um-" he chokes a laugh "are into that I guess"
your lip twist in disgust as you turn the page to continue
"uh- UHAAA!" you toss the magazine at him as he jumps back at your reaction
"what? what?" he crawls over to you as you fling your hand in the air
"there are stains on that page" you almost gag as your finger grazed the page and now you want nothing to do with it
"UGH EW!" Carl lunges back from you like you're infected and you look at him betrayed
"I didn't touch it!"
"then why is your hand above your head like you did?" his blue eye squints at you with fake distrust while he has playfulness oozing from all around, you grin as you position yourself to run
"fine then!" you leap and try to spread the infected hand onto him but he runs away, you chase in through isles as he tosses back empty cereal boxes and whatever he can to keep you away from him
"get away from me!" he shrills and you just laugh manically
"what are you two doing?" a gruff voice yells out behind you and you both stop dead in your tracks before turning to see Rick
"um..." you peep
"scavenging?" Carl tries and you snort a laugh and Rick snaps his glare at you
"In the car. both of you."
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an: ahh happy one-year of my account guys! i LOVED this request! its always fun to do fluff <33 thank you so much! <3
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celtic-crossbow · 6 months
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Daryl: If ya bite it n’ ya die, it's poisonous. If it bites ya and ya die, it's venomous.
Carl: What if it bites me and it dies!?
Enid: Then you're poisonous. Jesus Christ, Carl, learn to listen.
Glenn: What if it bites itself and I die?
Michonne: That's Voodoo.
Abraham: What if it bites me and someone else dies?
Eugene: That's correlation, not causation.
Tara: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?
Y/N: That's kinky.
Daryl, throwing his hands up and walking away: Oh m’ god.
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graveyard-stray · 3 months
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Carl Grimes - SFW alphabet
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Word count: 2,015
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Carl can be really affectionate. He has gone through a lot and lost so many people so when he finds someone he loves, he doesn’t wanna let you go, so he is definitely just a bit clingy and protective. Expect lots of hand holding, hugs, and just general physical contact often.
B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
He would be a great friend. He is naturally very loyal so you don’t have to worry about that. And despite his seriousness in needed situations, in his down time he can be pretty funny.
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Carl definitely likes to cuddle. He likes to hold you, because he can make sure that he’s protecting you and that your safe. But he also likes to little spoon on occasion, when something bad has happened or when he’s missing his mom more than usual.
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
If the apocalypse ever ends he would absolutely love to settle down with you. He would love a sweet house and maybe some kids if you want them, but if you don’t want kids he wouldn’t be too torn up about it. He’s good at cleaning and not so good at cooking. There are a few meals he can cook but generally speaking he’s pretty poor.
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
He would definitely be super nervous about it, he’s kind to fault and would probably try to break it to you as gently as possible. Unless you’ve done something horrible- then he has his sympathy and breaks it off coldly.
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Carl definitely wants to get married. He loves the idea of promising to love you forever and ever. His loyalty means he has no issues committing to you and you alone for the rest of his life. He’s young but with everything going on he doesn’t know when either of you could die, so he definitely wouldn’t mind getting married despite you both being teenagers.
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Carl is very kind and he is gentle with you, in all aspects. He tries to be attentive with your emotions and tries to understand you whenever he can. Physically he is only ever rough with you if there is danger, if he needs to pull you out of the way of something (or anything like that)
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Like I said before Carl is pretty clingy so he definitely likes hugs. Especially when one of you get back after a run, or after a visit from Negan, or really anytime ever. If you ever just want a hug he will give it to you no questions asked. Whenever he is upset he won’t ask but he will just come up and hug you because it helps him feel better.
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Carl is definitely nervous about you leaving him or dying. So he wants to say he loves you quickly because he does and he what’s to make sure you know it, just incase, but he is nervous. He is nervous that if he says it too fast he will scare you away and you’ll leave. That all being said it definitely takes a bit for him to actually say it, but he will feel it for a while before he says anything.
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
He isn’t too jealous. Sometimes he can get a bit jealous of like Ron and you since he doesn’t like Ron, but since you guys are really the only teenagers in the group there is no one to get jealous of anyway.
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
He looooves to kiss your forhead. He’s a big fan of a good peck on the forhead when he’s about to leave for a run, or your about to seperate to your own homes to go to bed.
When he is kissing you on the lips he often means for it to be a quick peck but then it’s ends up being just one long (closed mouth) kiss that’s just very innocent and loving. He just truly cannot get enough of you, he loves you so much. He likes to put his hands on your face or on the back of your head when you kiss.
L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Since he has Judith, he is great with kids. He really likes them and finds them adorable and funny. Anytime he sees any kid he is automatically bending down to their level and introducing himself to the child. He knows what it’s like to be a small kid in this horrible apocalypse, so he wants to make them feel even a little more positive.
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
He is naturally not a morning person but since he’s got so much work to do to help the group he gets up early and gets over it. He always has the craziest bed head since his hair is so long and so thick.
He’s always a little groggy in the morning and if he sees you while he is still sleepy and waking up, he is a lot softer and a lot more clingy. Hugging you from behind when he sees you and burying his face in the crook of your neck to rest his eyes away from the light.
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
He can stay up late even if he has been doing stuff all day. He knows it isn’t good for him but he’s pretty used to running on only a few hours of sleep. Since he’s been on high alert for so long with being on the road and at risk of walkers any moment, he often finds himself awake at night unable to sleep.
If it’s getting bad and he truly cannot sleep despite his tiredness, he might come find you- being with you has always helped relax him so laying in bed with you helps him fall asleep faster.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Carl is a pretty trusting person, so once he has deemed he can trust you (which as long as your a decent person shouldn’t take too long) he will start sharing more about himself. His past and his secrets and what not.
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
For carl it really depends. If he is already in a bad mood it’s easy for him to snap and have a bit of an outburst.
On the regular though he can be pretty calm. Negan could yell in his face and he won’t even flinch.
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
Carl remembers the little things. He is good at remembering the random things you’ve mentioned liking once. Then when be goes on runs he will see things he knows you like and grab them for you.
He loves hearing about you, your hobbies and interests, what your life was like before the outbreak. The more he can know the better.
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
His favorite moments are the little ones. Everything is always so hectic so when he just gets some time alone with you it means the world to him. When you guys sit outside and stare at the stars in the sky, or when you go on walks with Judith in her little stroller. All of it helps keep him sane in the bad times.
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He is so protective. He has lost so many people and doesn’t want to lose you. He would jump in front of a walker if it meant saving you.
He is also protective against people. When Negan’s gang comes to Alexandria for the first time if one of his gross workers tries to hit on you he will be so quick to shut that down.
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
It’s hard planning dates and giving gifts with the given situation, but he does his best. Most of the dates he plans are simple but the thought counts, and the gifts are things he finds while on runs that remind him of you or that he thinks you will like.
He loves to help you with any of your chores though, he likes the time spent together and feels like doing things for you proves his feelings.
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
Sometimes he can be a bit invalidating about how you feel. He tries not to and when you point it out he feels bad but sometimes he just can’t understand how you can focus on him being close to Enid when there is an apocalypse going on!
He shuts down after the loss of his eye. He becomes mean and angry and closes himself off, even to you. Don’t be shocked if he throws some mean words your way about not needing you and wanting you to leave him alone- even if your just trying to help. It’s not from a place of malice though. He is worried because he loves you and thinks you’ll find him disgusting without an eye.
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
He does like to look good for you, and after he loses his eye he is worried that you will find him ugly and leave him, but once you assure him you love him no matter what he lightens up a bit. Not minding if you see him with messy bed head or when he’s sick and looks like a corpse.
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Your his best friend and since you’ve started traveling together he is so used to being around you all the time, so when he isn’t with you and can’t protect you he feels worried and like he is forgetting something all the time.
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
He literally will be obsessed with you if you love comics like he does. He would be so happy if he had a S/O who loves superhero’s and nerdy stuff just like him and he could spend hours talking with you about all the comics you guys read. He would love to go out and find comics of the heroes you like
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
He doesn’t like if your careless with your life. If your going out and doing risky things all the time it freaks him out and he can’t even imagine losing you. If you do anything risky he might get upset and yell at you or project any of the negative feelings onto you. But don’t worry, he will apologize later once he is less shaken up about almost losing you.
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
He is a heavy sleeper. On the road he was a light sleeper out of necessity but once you get to Alexandria once he finally falls asleep he is out like a light!
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luvsae · 9 months
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Could you write a Carl x insecure!midsize!reader pls? Just Carl reassuring her she's beautiful regardless 🫶💜
first off, this is my first twd request, thank you so much for the request. second, if anyone is going through something similar, just know that you're beautiful no matter what :) i love you!
you're beautiful | carl grimes
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carl grimes x insecure!midsize!reader
angst with eventual fluff | WARNINGS : doubtful thinking, being mean to self, comparing in a negative way
summary: insecurities get the best of you, even during the apocalypse. carl is always here to reassure that you're beautiful.
note: this takes place when carl would've been an adult! (also i apologize if this is really bad..)
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Ever since you were a teenager, insecurities have become a big part of your life. At first, it started with small things like: not enjoying the way your hair looked, or hating your eyebrows.
It eventually became about your body.
You were scared of how people would view you, but most importantly - how you viewed yourself.
Some people might say that caring about your looks during an apocalypse is pointless because there's other horrible things going on, but it damages your mental health.
Although you had these thoughts, your boyfriend Carl thought otherwise.
He would always assure you that you were the most beautiful person he ever laid eyes on - because it was true.
Today was a new day, though, as you threw on a regular short sleeve shirt and jeans. You walked over to the mirror in your bedroom and looked at yourself.
There was a tad bit of sadness filtered over your eyes as you watched how the clothes looked on you. With a sigh, you left the room and went downstairs.
You shared a house with Carl since you were now adults and no longer teenagers. It was quite nice to live with him, but he always got up early to visit Judith and do a few other things.
Noticing your footsteps, Carl turned around and smiled at you. "Hey there. Did you sleep well?"
"I did," you returned a slightly smaller smile than his back to him. "Did you? I notice you're up early again."
"I did too, but I had to go over to see Judith since my Dad went on a run before," he walked over to you, wrapping his arms around you. "I'm glad you're up, though."
You practically melted into his touch. It was nice being in his embrace - so nice that it almost made you cry. "You should sleep in late one day, too."
"Maybe one day, sweetheart." He whispered before leaving a kiss on the top of your head.
Blinking away your tears, you left his embrace and looked at him. You made sure to smile to distract him from your red-tinted eyes.
Why were you so emotional right now?
Was it the mix of Carl's strong love and the insecurities sneaking into your brain? You weren't too sure.
"You wanna do something tonight? My dad and Michonne are gonna make something and invited us over," Carl suggested. "Only if you want to, of course."
"That sounds great," you nodded, hoping that the distraction would help with your insecurities and terrible thoughts.
"Great," Carl gave you one last kiss. "I'm going to help Maggie with something, I'll see you soon, okay?"
"Okay, I love you." You replied.
"I love you too."
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The evening soon arrived, which meant you had to get ready for dinner with Carl's parents.
You quickly went upstairs to change out of your plain shirt and instead change into something more fancy. (Although fancy clothes were hard to find during the zombie apocalypse).
Searching through your clothing drawer, you found a nice black top to compliment your dark blue jeans.
You threw your other top away and replaced it with your new one. Looking into the mirror, you noticed your shoulders and had those thoughts again.
A frown appeared on your face, those terrible thoughts getting stronger. The insecurities were practically tattooed onto your brain.
"Fuck," you said through gritted teeth as you tried to fight off the tears. "I have to find something else."
You opened the drawer again, ignoring the tears running down your cheeks. "Where is that top, shit!"
Clothes were being thrown all over the floor as your frustrated mind wandered everywhere. It was horrible - your thoughts, you hated them.
You hated yourself.
Slamming your fist against the drawer, you let out an angry sigh and continued looking.
Without knowing someone was standing in the doorway, Carl walked forward and gently laid his hand on your shoulder. "Baby?"
You jumped slightly and turned around. "Carl? I-"
His eyes looked at the floor. The clothes everywhere embarrassed you. You didn't mean to make such a huge mess.
"Why are the clothes everywhere?"
"Uh." you finally looked up at him, Carl realized the tears stained on your face, making his face soften.
"Baby?" He cupped your face gently. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"
"It doesn't matter," your voice was a whisper as you looked away from him. "It's just something silly."
"Y/N," he used his hand to turn your head. "What happened? You know you can tell me, right?"
"I know," you sniffled. "It's just- it affects me all the time. I mean, all the time."
Carl tilted his head out of pure confusion. "What is it that affects you? Is it something that you can tell me?"
Your lip quivered as you made eye contact with Carl. That's when you burst into tears, all the emotion spilling out of you.
"I hate the way this top looks on me. These jeans, too. I hate the way I look in everything," you confessed. "I don't like the way I look. I'm not pretty or beautiful."
Carl suddenly pulled you into a hug, holding you tight. "Don't ever say that, sweetheart. You're everything to me, okay?"
He pulled away from the hug and looked at you. His face was serious. "You're the most beautiful person I've ever met. You know, I remember the first time I saw you and I was in awe."
You sniffled once more. "Are you just saying that?"
"Why would I?" He held your face lovingly. "I love you so much. You're beautiful to me and to everyone. Your body is perfect, your face, everything about you."
Carl kissed your cheek, "If I could kiss all the parts of your body until you realized your beauty, I would do it a thousand times for you."
Your eyes were watery again. This time it was happiness instead of sadness. Carl really knew his way with words. "Really?"
"Of course," he peppered your face with kisses, the tickle-feeling made you giggle. "You're so stunning. I think you belong in a museum."
"Stop it," you smiled.
"I mean it." Carl smiled back at you. "You know, if you're ever going through something like this then you can talk to me. I'll make sure you know how beautiful you are everyday. I'm also serious about kissing you everywhere."
"Carl," you smacked his arm lightly. "Thank you so much. I don't know how I got so luck meeting you."
"I could ask the same question to you." Carl said.
"Shit, we're going to be late to your father's house." You suddenly noticed.
"Do you still want to go? We don't have to if you don't want to." Carl reassured.
"You know I have to see Judith," you smiled. "I wanna see Rick and Michonne too."
"They're really excited to see you again. I swear Michonne is the most thrilled to see you," Carl explained to you. "And Judith too."
"We better go then." You kissed his cheek then, "I love you. Thank you for this."
"Anything for you."
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bartxnhood · 2 years
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in your arms | c.g
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| carl grimes x fem!greene!reader
summary: after tragedy struck, carl was there to help you.
warnings: mention of the glenn and abraham death, negan being an asshat, typical violence for twd, angst.
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not proofread.
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it felt like a nightmare. a real-life nightmare. you just watched your adopted father have his head bashed in. along with abraham. but glenn’s death hurt you the worst. after your father's death, maggie and glenn took it upon themselves to adopt you as their own. you were the second youngest in the group. just younger than carl by a year.
when you first finally got the chance to meet carl, it was easy to get along. once he healed from the shooting accident, the two of you often hung out around the farm. the two of you became close, over the time spent with the group. after the farm, the prison, terminus, and now alexandria. truthfully we’re a bit uneasy about the new community but carl tried his best to assure you.
but then, tragedy struck that night.
“anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys other eye out and feed it to his father. and then, we’ll start” his voice rang through your ears like a bomb. it all felt fake, everything. you were only trying to get maggie to safety. for the baby. but now, you were here. on your knees…awaiting death between daryl and maggie. your eyes brimmed with tears, blurring your vision. you couldn’t focus, not with every inch of your body trembling in fear. “you can breathe, you can blink, you can cry.” he paused, looking around. he sensed the groups fear, the only thing heard were suppressed sobs from the women. yours included.
he chuckled softly. evil bastard. “hell..you’re all gon’ be doin that” he drawled, bringing his bat up. it was a blur, the sound of squelching could be heard. it was abraham. you couldn’t look, you shut your eyes tightly hoping it was a nightmare. it was all happening in slow motion. swing, after swing, after swing, and another swing. ever hit made you flinch, you didn’t want to. what if it was you next?
now, he was taunting rosita, waving that goddammned bat in her face. “take a damn look at that!” he grinned. your body filled with rage. he was a monster, killing your friend. maybe even all of you, if he wanted. “look at it!” negan yelled, triumphantly. you heard daryl’s breathing getting heavier, you knew him all too well. if he had done something, you were sure he would be next. he rushed to his feet, you tried stopping him but it was too late. with a punch to negan and his men grabbing daryl and pushing back down, you thought you’d lost him for sure.
he laughed, “that..” negan trailed off, “that is a no-no! that whole thing..not one bit of that shit flies here.” you cried, you were going to lose him. but, you didn’t he was ushered back to you.
you were scared shitless, your body shaking, only looking at daryl from your peripheral. ‘don’t move. don’t move.’ you kept thinking. you finally looked ahead to glenn, covered in sweat. each strand of hair sticking to his face and neck. his eyes were bloodshot, staring back at maggie.
“now, i already told you, people. first ones free, then- whatd i say?” he stood in front of you, his bat waving around. “i said i would shut that shit down!” he hollered, leaning back a bit. a pause, looking over to rick with a smug smile. “no exceptions.” he drawled, “now i don’t know what lying assholes you’ve been dealin with. but ima man of my word” he smiled, looking down at you. you looked up at him, his eyes like daggers. “i need you..to know me.” he held his chest. “so..!” he brought his bat up again, holding it with both hands. examining with pleasure, “back to it!” he turned around to glenn, slamming the first blow to the top of his head. “no!” you gasped in unison with maggie.
you were hysterical, you felt like your heart had been ripped out and chopped into a million pieces. you sat next to maggie, who was also crying hysterically. your hand was tightly holding hers. despite hers being clammy from the complications with the baby you still held her tightly. tears never ceased from falling, the silence was deafening. the two of you sat there, staring at the scene for what seemed like hours.
maybe it was, you couldn’t think clearly. “maggie..” you were pulled from the daze by aaron who was set on getting his friend to the hilltop so she could receive medical attention. “i-i cant” she cried, still sat on her knees. as were you, “mags..” you breathed, “i can..i can take care of this” your voice was small, staring at the ground beneath you. “go, the baby needs you. please” you begged, you finally looked up. eyes meeting with your dearest sister. aaron was there to help the two of you to your feet.
in a swift motion, you wrapped your arms around her frail frame. her back quivering from the silent sobs, “i’ll be there soon” you cried. the two of you stayed like that for a couple of seconds before she eventually pulled away, leaving a dry kiss on the top of your head and then disappearing.
once you thought you were alone, you fell to the ground, the exhaustion finally catching up and then the tears resumed. it was all too much for you. everything had been going so well. you found alexandria and the hilltop. you thought just for a while you could live without the fear of being run out again looking over the group.
without even realizing it, a pair of arms wrapped around you. trying to hush your whimpers. it was carl, holding you tightly. “shh, it’s okay. i’m okay, you’re okay, we’re okay.” it maybe have not been the most appropriate words of comfort but it was all he got. despite being your best friend, he still found it hard to comfort you after growing up in this mess. your arms are now wrapped around his waist tightly, crying into his chest. he was the only person who could hold you like this, “y/n, shh. don’t.” he even tried his best to hold back his tears, he hated what had happened and how it ruined you. “hear my heartbeat? just focus on that. please” he hummed. and you followed what he said, soon your hiccups went away and you finally calmed down. he stayed like that, holding you close to his chest, his grip not letting up.
“how could this happen?” you sniffed.
“he’ll pay for it.” carl demanded, “i promise.”
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elisiassideb1tch · 6 months
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I'm probably gonna start writing fics (mostly drabbles and imagines) y'all ! So feel free to send me requests for Elisia Brown from T@gged or Enid Rhee, and/or Carl Grimes from TWD !! :)
(watch me spend a week trying to make a masterlist 💀😭)
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sleepyangelkami · 1 month
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HUSH c.grimes
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CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER
 ☆ SUMMARY - in the midst of running from a herd, you and carl find yourselves a room just for the two of you, perfect for all the private manners he'd been planning. only problem, the rest of the group were just downstairs.
 ☆ WARNINGS - smut, blood + gore (beginning), fingering, p!v, creampie, unprotected sex, porn with plot, praise kink, dom!carl, sub!reader, kinda public sex?, mention of masterbation, petnames, dirty talk, thumb sucking?, overstimulation, kinda corruption kink, tit sucking, mocking, aged up characters, carl mentioned to be bigger than reader, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷
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right about now, you were supposed to be tucked away in your bed. well, tucked not so much. you'd imagine that right about now, you'd have your legs spread while whimpering and whining against your boyfriend. in fact, he'd been the one to tell you himself that this was how you'd be spending your evening, he promised.
instead, you were running from infected, surprise, surprise.
it seemed like it was the only thing you were doing lately, running from the infected.
carl had been on a 'mission' for over a week now. when he'd left, you'd gave him big doey eyes along with a pouty lip which he kissed away and stated that as soon as he got home, he'd give you everything you'd be missing out on. when he got home, you were overjoyed.
that was, albeit, until you were both tasked with something else.
nobody in alexandria would give you a break if their lives depended on it.
you'd been waiting so patiently for your boyfriend, had not touched yourself while he was gone due to his explicit rules. you'd been so excited when he'd placed your back against the bed, kissing you roughly.
and rick thought this was the perfect moment to come get you both from the room and inform you that they were down three people for an urgent supply run. you and carl's assistance would be needed asap. as soon as the words came out of his mouth, carl noticed the way your features slumped and he was positive that throughout the entire run, even when the rain had pattered against your heads and you found yourself fighting against infected, that little pout never left.
"we have to leave!" aaron shouted above and beyond, it was hard to make out the muffled voices of everyone while the rain was so heavy and the sound of groans and gurgles could be heard. "we need to get out of here!"
"there's a buildin' over there!" that was daryl, you assumed.
you couldn't exactly make out much. what you could make out, was the way you gripped the knife in your hand, brows knit together in worry and despite the way you thrashed against the dead, carl made sure his back stayed planted against yours, every now and again turning back to make sure you were okay and that you could handle yourself. truth be told, you didn't know how much longer you could fight.
you always mentioned to carl that you weren't a fighter, always having that adored pout when you said it. you weren't 'brave and strong' like he was. you were nothing like him.
carl always had to remind you, that was one of the reason's why he loved you so much.
in a world full of chaos, you were the calm.
perhaps that was why you'd barely killed any walkers, if any. carl was doing everything in his power to keep you shielded while he did the fighting. he had always been somewhat of a protector towards you.
"go!" you didn't know who was yelling now, all you knew was that carl had grabbed you by the hand, hoisting you forward. the group ran, some turning to slash at the dead beings, blood squirting onto their clothes as they fell slump against the ground. "keep running!"
the building that they'd been talking about soon came into view.
it was large and white, with various windows, some broken, some not. you could vaguely make out the linen curtains from behind the glass, covering the contents that lay inside.
daryl pushed the door open, slamming his entire body against it before it swung open. everyone ran inside, gathering in the first hall while daryl and rick put their body weight on the door, slamming the two large doors shut and making sure no dead got inside. glenn grabbed a large piece of wood, shoving it between the two handles and assuring that it wouldn't open.
everyone panted as the two men let go of the door, taking a glance around the building they'd stumbled into. "what is this place?" rick was out of breath, trying to regain it while his hands sat on his knees.
glenn pursed his lips. "I think it's a hotel."
rick, daryl, carol and glenn all searched the perimeter of the building. aaron and gabriel went from room to room, swinging the doors open and making sure they didn't find any dead inside. once assured that they were clear, rosita and tara began assigning the rooms. tara was behind the reception counter, acting out as if she were the receptionist, rosita tried to stifle her laugh.
maggie turned with her eyebrows slightly pinched. "such kids." she'd mumbled to you and carl to which you giggled while carl rolled his eyes with a smile.
soon enough, everyone had regrouped in what you assumed used to be the lounge area. there was a large fireplace that somehow aaron got going. everyone sat around on the couches, swapping war stories and whatnot. rick wasn't too happy about being here in the first place, presumedly because one of the people they were down was michonne due to an awful turnover she'd had last night. she was sick and rick was just dying to make it back to her.
he was the first to excuse himself to bed.
on one of the couches, you and carl lay.
your head was spinning.
you'd tried your upmost hardest to keep yourself contained and you did, because the last thing you needed was someone noticing the way you seemed sort of in a daze. carl had been gone on a run prior, he'd left you for over a week so naturally, he was more touchy than ever.
and don't get me wrong, carl was usually touchy with you. he was the type of guy that always had an arm around your shoulder or waist or merely holding your hand close. but during times like these, when he'd just gotten back from the various runs and trips, he was always especially touchy, more so than ever.
you were clad in his blue flannel over your own pretty pink spaghetti strap. it draped over you, serving as an extra layer of warmth. carl was bigger than you so naturally the flannel came over your hands, practically swallowing you whole.
your mind drifted to going home, back to alexandria. suddenly, your mind drifted to what carl had planned for you both when you got back, what he'd promised.
at the mere thought, you found yourself growing hot.
you let out a breath before shfiting back towards carl, bringing him impossibly closer.
carl was always in tune with your feelings. he knew you like the back of his hand, whether you were sad, angry, happy, it didn't matter. he could tell how you were feeling just by the little glint in your eye. his head turned down to you, smiling softly at your features. you looked up at him with doe like eyes, your own lips formed the smallest of pouts.
you wondered if he knew how you felt now.
and by the way his smile turned into somewhat of a smirk, he must have. he turned back to the group, continuing what he was saying as his hand inched around your upper thigh.
the feeling of his hand sat so close to where you needed him was enough to have your body giving the reaction. you pulled yourself as close to him as humanly possible.
every now and again he'd include you in the conversation, asking you questions to keep you focused. but at the same time he'd ask the question, he'd give your thigh a little squeeze. to anyone watching, he would have looked like a boy simply trying to include his shy girlfriend, as if she couldn't speak up for herself. but carl and you both knew why he was touching you the way he was, why he was giving you that little soft look, enough to have your knees week.
a nod would be your response, eyes sort of hazy as you did so. the others assumed you were tired, you all were. but carl knew what those eyes meant, looking up at him like you were prepared to take him here and now.
the way your hands wrapped feebly against his arm. the way you looked at him with doey eyes. the way you sighed softly and placed your head against him.
he had to excuse you both.
"think we're gonna call it a night." came his voice that you longed to hear so desperately. your eyes glanced back up at him, a little surprise joined into the mix. "right?"
you didn't respond, a 'mhm' sufficing as you nodded your head.
"good idea." maggie responded, gently stretching her arm but she stayed seated on the couch. "you'll need your strength for the morning."
"if you guys need anything just holler." glenn added. you both had a feeling that the others would be staying up quite a bit longer that night.
carl nodded. "thanks, we will." before excusing you both. it wasn't until you were in the hallway that he spoke again. "you know what room we're in, baby?" his voice all soft as his mouth travelled down to your ear, lips gently grazing against your skin.
"room 290, i think." your own voice was soft, sort of hushed as you glanced back up at him, seeing the way he nodded before grazing your eyes back to the doors around you.
turns out, your room was placed on the highest floor. you both walked up the stairs, his hands around your waist, practically pulling you back into him. it was like he'd needed you impossibly closer. and you weren't one to judge. on the contrary, you needed him just as much, perhaps that was why he was holding you so close, he knew.
you opened the door of the room, glancing around to the fully dressed white linen bed while stripping yourself of the flannel that had lay around your shoulders. you placed it on the chair close to the little table that sat in the hotel room. you assumed it used to have one of those coffee makers on it. the table was now empty and the little holder had no sugar packets. you sighed as the cold air hit your now bare arms. it was cold but no longer could you wear the flannel, not while it was covered in mud and was so wet that it practically stuck to your skin.
however, whatever air you took in was suddenly knocked from your lungs at the soft feeling of carl's fingertips against you. you held your breath, his fingers dancing over your shoulder as he pushed the hair back, making room on your neck for his mouth.
his lips came down to dance on the delicate skin, listening to your little intake of breath as he did so.
his hands moved down, tracing themselves back to your waist, where they seemingly always lay. you could feel his lips press kisses against your skin while his fingers began to turn at the waistband of your jeans. your chest rose and fell, gentle as ever. the mere kissing on your neck was almost enough to relieve what you'd been holding in for a week.
"carl?" your voice barely a murmur. he responded with a hum, causing vibrations to shoot throughout your entire body. "what... what are you doing?" voice breathy, almost high pitched.
finally, he moved his mouth away from your neck, turning your body around gently and pushing you backwards until your back hit off the coffee table from behind you. "this is what you wanted, no?" you could feel his fingers fumbling with the little button of your jeans. "why you were giving me the fuck me eyes down there."
you felt your face grow hot. you hadn't been meaning to give him any sort of eyes. however, you'd been so wrapped up in your little... problem, you'd hardly noticed. "i wasn't." you spoke, defending yourself as your brows moved together, pinching themselves as you tried to make up an excuse.
nothing came to mind.
carl didn't mind, however, as instead of waiting for you to make up an excuse, he moved his hand further. you felt his hand slip beneath your jeans, just above your panties, cupping your clothed pussy. "that why you're soaking?" you couldn't so much as respond before feeling his lips plant themselves against your neck once more.
your eyes fluttered shut, feeling his mouth leave kisses against your neck and his hand move gently against your soaking heat. you found your own hips rutting down on the hand softly, trying to create the friction you'd missed so dearly. however, your eyes soon blinked themselves open again upon realising what you were doing. "carl." you murmured softly. "everyone's downstairs." worry coating your tone thickly.
he only hummed before retracting his head from your neck. "so you're gonna have to be really good 'n stay quiet f'me. think you can do that, yeah?"
it was a stupid idea, you were aware. anyone could have come in, i mean it wasn't like the rooms exactly came with locks. but you'd missed him for an entire week, an entire week filled with lonely nights, itching to reach your hand down beneath your pink panties and yet, you'd been unable. you'd waited long enough for him. "mhm, i can stay quiet."
carl found his lips turning upwards. "good girl." this time, however, he attached his lips to your own and not your neck.
you whimpered as his hand moved at your pink panties, a little bow sitting at the top. he didn't utter a word before his fingers danced across your clit, tracing it gently. you knew you had to be quiet, the last thing you needed was anybody hearing you moaning carl's name. but it was so hard when he was finally giving you the sweet relief you'd wanted so desperately.
"shh shh." gently shushing you as his pointer finger dragged across your folds, collecting your slick before shoving it inside your aching hole. "i know, baby, i know." trying to keep you as quiet as he could while pumping a finger in and out of you.
he used his free hand to grab the back of your head, softly placing it against his shoulder so you could moan into the cloth of his own flannel, your eyes rolling at the feeling of him adding yet another, long, thin finger.
carl knew he was making you feel good, he never doubted himself in that department. he was well aware of how you reacted just to his fingers, the way you'd stare at them while he messed with something idly or when he was cleaning his knives and you'd sit on his lap, eyes trained on his long fingers.
"doin' so good, angel." kissing the crown of your hair as he played around with your hole. "so good f'me." did he know the true affect his words had on you?
your eyes squeezed shut, unable to make a coherent sentence. you felt the band in your stomach begin to build. that hot pleasure you'd been wanting to experience all while carl was gone.
but you couldn't let yourself feel it all yet.
"carl." you whined out as quietly as you could. "need you." and he knew what that meant.
you practically scrambled against him, wanting him to stop fingering you so you could come on his dick but he wanted to take his sweet time with you. which is why he shushed you again, petting your head like a puppy. "shh, pretty girl, i'll give you what you want later, jus' relax." he'd coax you through your first orgasm before putting himself inside of you. this way, he'd be able to slip in much easier.
you let him soothe you as your eyes fluttered shut again. you tried, in all your will, to keep them open. you attempted to struggle, babbling pathetically as you found yourself reaching your brink.
the band snapped.
you could have screamed in pleasure.
your fists grabbed at his flannel, trying everything in your will to cling to him. he only shushed you further, cooing and holding your mouth to his shoulder as you emitted loud moans. it was a wonder if anyone hadn't heard you. but as of now, you couldn't find it in yourself to care, too overwhelmed with the feeling of white that coated your vision.
"good girl, good girl." he kept repeating so softly into your ear. his fingers still moved at your gushing hole, letting you ride out your high while trying to keep yourself quiet. the task proved itself to be much harder than he'd presented it.
when you'd finally rode out your high, he softened the hand against the back of your head, letting you look up at him. your mouth was open, drool coating your bottom lip while your eyes looked sort of wide and fucked out. he'd kissed you softly then, smirking at what he'd created.
he loved having you like this, turning from the sweet and innocent girl you were a couple of hours ago, helping glenn pick flowers for maggie, to how you were now, fucked out with a look of bliss in your eye. it was like you were made for him. made for him to ruin.
"you still want this?" he questioned, though some could deem it as rhetorical, seeing as he was well aware that you could never say no to such an offer, not from him. you nodded your head, still out of breath. "then say it." finding his lips quirking up.
he knew you were too blissed to say a word. he'd be surprised if you could so much as form a coherent sentence. but you needed him, desperately so. "need..." your breaths falling heavily against your raw lungs. "need you." a mere two words, you'd struggled to even get that out.
if there was anything carl liked to do more than fuck your brains out, it was tease you until it was in scrambles. "where's your manners?" but he didn't look angry. on the contrary, he had that shit eating grin displayed across his face.
you had just about enough of his antics. "please, carl." bucking your hips forward despite the fact that your panties and jeans had been somewhere discarded on the floor, leaving you bare as he stood clothed in front of you.
that changed, all too soon. he kissed you roughly while ridding himself of the flannel he wore, tearing off the grey shirt beneath it and then finding your own pretty spaghetti tank top. he grasped the pink material between his fingers, practically ripping it above your head.
his lips moved from your own to your breasts, one of his hands slowly kneading the other. you could barley keep yourself silent, head thrown back and pretty whimpers falling from your lips.
that only egged carl on more. with your nipple sat in between his lips, he glanced up at you. his tongue rolled across your nipple causing yet another whimper to leave your pretty pink lips. he couldn't help himself, not when you looked so pretty for him.
he removed his mouth from your tit, finding himself all too wrapped up in the thought of being inside of you. he grabbed your hips roughly before lifting you and shoving you back down onto the coffee table roughly. your legs were spread as you ached for him, his lips meeting yours much more rough than before.
your hands moved to his hair, gently tugging on it as his own hands moved to his belt. you watched him slip it off before grasping the buttons of his jeans. you were too wrapped up in kissing him, yet you still stole glanced downwards so you could see what he was doing.
not that he'd ever move at a pace where you didn't know what was happening.
you watched him pull his hard cock out from beneath his grey boxers, finding yourself holding your breath. every single time, without fail, you forgot just how big he was.
your eyes were slightly wide, tracing over his entire length. at this point, you'd stopped kissing, both merely looking downward to your entrance and his dick. "you ready?" you felt his fingers grab at your chin, lifting your face to meet his. you nodded slowly, eyes still all hazy and fucked out. "words, sweet girl."
"nmph, 'm ready." wanting nothing more than him inside of you. you'd waited too long for this.
he pressed a singular kiss to your lips before sliding himself inside your pretty hole.
your eyes shut closed again, squeezing together as you felt his head go inside, slowly but surely he slipped his entire length in, your cum coated walls making it easier. your mouth was parted open, a shaky breath leaving your lips. you felt him settle inside of you, opening your eyes to look at his pretty features.
he was in awe of you. you looked practically cock drunk, and he'd barely gotten inside. your hazy look was enough to set his heart ablaze. you felt him leave your gummy walls before ramming back inside.
you whimpered and whined. once he began, he couldn't stop.
his hands were practically glued to your hips, holding them against him while thrusting into you, using your hips to guide him inside. you whined as the table you sat on shoved against the back wall, hitting against it. you wondered if anyone could hear, but you couldn't bring yourself to care, all you cared about was carl fucking you silly.
his hand came up to your cheeks, thumb dancing around your lips before shoving it inside your mouth.
your eyes fluttered closed, lips taking in his thumb and sucking on it, tongue flat against it. it helped with your whines and whimpers, letting your noises be muffled with your closed mouth, enveloping his singular finger.
at the same time, carl never stopped the thrusts in and out of you. if anything, he sped up. he couldn't help himself, practically animalistic as a white creamy ring coated the base of his dick. "fuck." he practically stammered out, shoving his dick inside. "y'so pretty like this." you were pretty all the time, beautiful even. but this, this was one of carl's favourite ways to see you. you felt his free hand move his other thumb down towards your clit, gently tracing it again. it caused you to let out a harsh whine, practically shoving yourself closer onto his dick, unconsciously. you couldn't unhear the laugh that sprouted from his lips with a coo following soon after. "sensitive?" he questioned but didn't wait for an answer before drawing tight little circles around your clit.
with the mix of his dick inside of you, pumping in and out roughly, his thumb dancing across your clit and his thumb, grounding you, you were sure that the feeling began to fill up in your stomach once again.
carl felt your sopping walls clench around him. "so soon?" he almost laughed at you, but you were too blissed to even register that he was mocking you. instead, you nodded, practically drooling on his thumb. but he wasn't one to laugh for he felt the same feeling build in his own stomach.
your mouth left around his finger, leaving his thumb mush the spit he'd collected around your lips. there was something about the way you'd do whatever it is he wanted, without question that just... drove him over the edge.
"carl." you whined out, doe eyes looking up at him with scrunched brows.
"y'gonna cum?" he practically teased, watching you nod swiftly. "gonna cum on my dick, huh?" too pussy drunk to understand what he was saying, either. "c'mon, baby, cum f'me." his thumb never stopping the circles against your clit.
he felt your walls clench around him for the last time, before gushing.
his own hips stuttered, faltering as he felt you cum all over his dick. it drove him over the edge as his own cum spewed from his dick, still inside you. "fuck, fuck, fuck..." mumbling with his eyes closed, unable to feel anything else other than your cum coating his own dick.
he glanced down, seeing your sticky cum mixed with his own, drooling from your pretty hole. his hips gently rocked into your own, his dick sliding out of you, coated in both your juiced before bucking back inside of you.
with fucked out, teary eyes you looked up at him, almost confused. "c'mon, you got one more in you, huh?" slowly, you nodded your head. "yeah, 'know you do. good girl, good girl."
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fields-of-grimes · 11 months
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Hanging By A Moment | Carl Grimes
Carl Grimes x fem!reader
Song inspo: Hanging by a moment by lifehouse
Summary: After Carl is cleared to go back home, he avoids his girlfriend, Y/N, scared of what she’ll think if she sees his eye
Also if you’ve heard this song before there’s gonna be some lines out of place but i promise they will be in here
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Desperate for Changing
Carl paced in his room stopping every few minutes to stare at his mirror looking at the bandage. He hated the way he looked, he knew that if Y/N saw it she would be scared and leave him.
Starving for truth
Y/N would knock on his door and ask to see him every night before she went to bed. She needed to know that he was okay and not some pent up lie that he’s been telling when he says he’s fine.
I’m chasing after you
Anytime there was a run mentioned Y/N begged to go on them, not to what Carl was thinking of that she didn’t want to be around him, but to find stuff she knew he would like.
There’s nothing else to lose, there’s nothing else to find, there’s nothing in the world that can change my mind
Once Y/N realized she had found everything she could think of she grabbed all of it into her hands darting out of her room and headed straight for Carl’s room. She was tired of him ignoring her, she needed him, her boyfriend, but as much as she needed him she knew he needed her more.
I'm living for the only thing I know, I'm running and not quite sure where to go, and I don't know what I'm diving into
Y/N opened the door to Carl’s room gasping and almost dropping the items in her hand as she sees the mess of his once clean room. “NO GET OUT DONT LOOK AT ME!” Carl screamed as he saw her, his hands quickly grabbed his hat using it as a shield for the bandage. “Carl…” Y/N said as tears filled her eyes. “Go away Y/N. I don’t want to see you.” Carl said turning so his back was to her. “Why won’t you look at me?” Y/N said her voice cracking at the end. As if it was an instinct Carl turned around at the sound of her voice crack. “Why are you crying?” Carl asked his girlfriend. “Because you won’t look or talk to me. I miss you.” Y/N said as she leaned down to grab the things she dropped before walking towards him. “I’ve been going on runs to get you some stuff..” Y/N said placing the items on his bed. Carl looked at them before his eye widened in realization, she wasn’t going on runs to get away from, she was going on them to get stuff for him.
Forgetting all I’m lacking, completely incomplete, I’ll take your invitation, you take all of me
Carl slowly removed his hat from his face. “Y..You’re not disgusted by me?” He asked her. Y/N’s eyes widened at his words before stepping closer and grabbing his hand. “No Carl…I’m not if anything I’m standing here until you make me move, because I’m falling even more in love with you.” She said smiling up at him. Carl smiled back at her before pulling her in for a long kiss. Once they broke apart Carl sighed in satisfaction. “God i missed that, i missed you.” He said to her. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. “I missed you too, there’s nothing that could happen to you that would keep me from loving you.” She said before pecking his lips. “Besides I’m closer to where i started.”
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Hope you guys enjoyed this random idea i got because i heard this song
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bee6r · 11 months
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10 DRABBLE FLUFF PROMPTS:
The Prompts:
Thank you for meeting me here
I love to hear your voice
You're my favorite person
You look so beautiful in my clothes
Aren't you forgetting something?
You are my world, and you don't you forget that
I've never been able to stop thinking about you
Can you stay with me?
If only you knew how much I love you.
You're my only reason for living anymore!
Who I write for:
Carl Grimes
Daryl Dixon
Lupe Garcia
Rick Grimes
Jess McCready
JJ Maybank
Kiara Carrera
Glenn Rhee
Unnamed Crush/Partner
H/N (his/her name), T/N (their name), C/N (crush's name), etc.
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carlplsrailme · 2 years
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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬
summary: after a stressful day, the only thing you wanted to do was collapse on your boyfriend and maybe start riding his thigh
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carl grimes x fem!reader
cw: thigh riding, softdom!carl, comfort. everyone is fucking aged up.
word count: 800
request: Could you write thigh riding with softdom carl?
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today was exhausting.
a run where you almost got nipped on by a walker and what do you have to show for it? a couple of bruises and some scraps of food.
you were so disappointed. in yourself and in the run itself, Carl comforted you and put on a hot shower, he rubbed the soap bar up and now your beaten body while kissing up your neck. you melted in his arms, his dripping brunette hair landed on your shoulders as he came down to kiss your cheek
"you know, how after the walker-" he choked on his words, the thought of your getting bit, it breaks him, just a simple conversation but those words stun him.
"...yeah" you whisper, looking back at the memory as the water rains down on both of you, he wraps his arms around you, pulling your back flush against his chest, and he leans to kiss up your neck again, up to your ear as he whispers...
"well, for the record, you looked fucking hot killing it" you snort at his rendition of the memory, a few laughs escaping your chest as Carl grins in satisfaction of hearing your giggle again
"Why are you always so horny?" You ask whilst laughter slips in your tone, he tilted his head and gave you a knowing look but you still stared up at him
"with you constantly around me? with a girlfriend this hot? how could I not be?" he asks as you playfully hit his chest
"Oh come on, you know it's the other way around!" "Oh, so you're constantly horny?"
"I- Carl!" you scold, tho he notices how you don't say no
"Alright, alright, let's just wash up and head to bed, yeah?" he asks and you nod, swaying back and forth with him holding you as the water pours on you both
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"can we shush go to bed?" you slur, Carl has been all over the place as you wait on the bathroom counter, in his shirt -that is way too big for you, falling down to your thighs- you don't even know what he is doing
"I-" he turns back to explain how he has things to do before seeing your sleepy state, adorable
"Alright, we can go to bed, baby" he softens as he grabs your by your thighs, picking you up as he walks over to the bed
he sat down with you on his lap, he leans back as he fails his arm around -searching for who knows what as you just lay your head on his shoulder, scooting up to be comfy as you slightly shake from the jolt of pleasure you received
To be completely honest, yes, you have been 'constantly horny' all-day -that might even be the reason why you slipped up in the first place, if your head wasn't so fuzzy from thinking about carls cock you might've not had that scare today
and this, fuck, it's perfect. your panties rubbing up on his sweats is all you need right now, he probably won't even notice if you just roll your hips again-
"baby?"
fuck, ok, maybe not
"mhm?" you answer simply, hopefully, he'd think you were just getting comfy and not humping his thigh
he sighed, tho not in annoyance, how can his sigh sound cocky? you'll never know.
his hands laned on your waist, dipping one down to your hips and you dug your face deeper in his shoulder, too embarrassed to even face him
"baby? it's okay" he whispered, you can feel the smirk he has on as he manually rolls your hips on his thigh, you let out a staggered moan in his shirt some of it from shock but most of it from the unbelievable pleasure
"feel good? I know you had a rough day today baby, go on, let it all out" he whispered, placing his hand back on your hips as he let you take control
you moved back and forth, choked moans leaving your lips with every thrust, tears brimming at your eyes as you felt the embarrassment of riding your boyfriends thigh, but it just felt so good you couldn't stop, not for that anyway
you felt Carl cock grow hard from your movements, applying the perfect friction for him to start groaning in your damp hair,
"fuck, your so pent up, huh? just so needy, baby, you're taking anything you can get" he groaned as you sped up, feeling all this pressure on your clit, rubbing it beautifully as you humped him faster and faster
"I- I think I might cum" you admitted shamefully, he kissed your forehead as he thrust up to match your grinds
"good, I want you to fucking cum on my thigh, baby" he hissed, and you wailed as you came down your panties and soaked his sweats
you huffed for a minute, coming down from the intense pleasure as your pussy twitched and calmed down
you looked up to Carl as he only petted your hair and lean in to kiss you
"I think we need to shower again"
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an: ahh omg I had so much fun writing this! thank you for the request anon! -and for the others, they will be out soon!! ugh, thigh riding always gets me, completely melted while writing this <3 anyway, mwah bye love you guys!
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taylormarieee · 7 months
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Day 9: Fingering
kinktober
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Summary: You are needy for Carl
Word Count:254
Pairing: Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Fingering sub!reader, horny thoughts, pet names, degrading, MDNI 18+ ONLY
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You wanted Carl so bad. You wanted him to fuck you till you couldn't walk. You wanted him to finger you until you were seeing stars.
You wanted Carl so bad and you couldn't help it. Constantly touching him, bringing his hands to your clothed pussy for. him to take the hint.
But every time you tried to he would always whisper in your ear, "Not yet babe."
It always pisses you off extremely. No matter how hard you tried to ask him, beg him he always said the same thing.
“Is this what you wanted baby? For me to shove my fingers in your tight pussy!”
He finally gave in…
You whimper, “Yes baby! Please let me cum!” You cry out.
He smirks and curls his fingers to hit that gushy part inside you making you scream his name.
”Oh Carl!! Yea-hmph- right there!” You moan out. He thrusts his finger faster and faster unfolding you on his fingers.
You shamelessly squirt all over his fingers. He pulls his fingers out of you and brings them towards his mouth.
He sucks your juices off of his fingers and groans at the taste of you in his mouth.
“God woman, you really taste amazing! Such a god girl for me.” He responds.
You whimper at his words and try to reach for him, silently begging him to give you more.
“It’s ok babygirl, I’ll fuck you as much as you want tonight. After all you do deserve it my needy girl.” He says smirking.
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A/N: Sorry this one is so short...
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juuuulez · 4 months
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📰 | part ten: capulet.
info: Carl Grimes x Saviour! Reader, slow burn, enemies to lovers, gun violence, father figure! Negan, soooomeeee ooonneee has a crush, teenagers in love.
summary: You tussle with your emotions regarding Carl, whilst Grimes and co pay a surprise visit to the Sanctuary.
omg i’m on fire!!!!! cliffhanger ending……but also next chapter will be similarly juicy so don’t fret! also half-written a carl x reader oneshot/drabble i’ll post soon between chapters :P
i’m so glad you all love my saviour reader story because i am her she is me…….this series is my CHILD i will defend it with my life!
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You hadn’t been to Alexandria in, frankly, what felt like years.
It was actually just weeks.
With an alliance between Hilltop, the Kingdom, and Alexandria, things for the Saviours were trickier than ever. Most of the time Negan spent in his office, trying to decode the best play. You helped, of course, and were practically running yourself ragged trying to keep things together at the Sanctuary.
It felt like everyone knew what was happening. Or they expected it, were waiting for it. It irritated you to no end, that others would blatantly show their disbelief in your cause, in Negan’s cause.
And then there was Carl.
You missed him, which was weird. He had become a constant in your life, the arguing and fighting, the pushing and shoving. But now your relationship had crested into something else… and you didn’t hate it.
In fact, you quite enjoyed kissing Carl.
Not that you’d admit that. To him, to anyone. Nobody needed that amount of power over you.
“You can go to bed, doll.”
You looked up from your lap, where a book of supply schedules was scribbled down. You were seated on that long leather couch in Negan’s office, whilst he worked on god knows what. Hopefully a viable strategy.
“No, I’m fine.” You tell him, politely. Too politely.
Truth is, you were hanging on by a thread. But with no supplies from Alexandria, nor Hilltop, the situation at the Sanctuary was becoming dire. You were trying to figure out how to jig things around so that everyone could be satisfied, or maybe even rethinking the points system, making the imaginary economy more competitive.
“I’m serious,” Negan insists, “You don’t gotta be doin’ this shit. It’s below you.”
You roll your eyes, “Who’s gonna do it, then? Simon’s corpse?”
The sarcastic comment earns you a glare in return, which does make you feel a little bad. You’d watched the brawl firsthand, and had almost tried to help Negan, if not for Dwight holding you back. Either way, it didn’t matter, for Simon was eventually strangled to death.
Brutal, but fitting.
Maybe you were trying to fill that void. The line between right-hand man and teenage daughter was thinning.
Negan rose from his seat, coming over to stand in front of you. He didn’t even need to lean down, swiftly plucking the tattered notebook from your lap, to which you groaned and leaned back on the couch.
He inspected it, reading over the numbers and scrawled figures. “You’re doing this wrong.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you should start making your wives do the bookkeeping.” You grumbled, laying down on the couch in defeat.
Negan tossed the notebook onto the coffee table, sitting on the couch opposite you. “Doubt they can count past ten.”
It was a terrible thing to say, but got a smile out of you. It was difficult to be in a good mood on so little sleep, so the tiniest hint of happiness was well appreciated.
“When will we go to Alexandria again?”
You tried not to sound too interested in the question, but couldn’t help yourself, and needed to ask. Not for Carl, just for supplies. At least, that’s what you told yourself.
“Soon. Give it another week,” Negan confirmed, though his eyes said he knew something more. “Awfully interested in that shithole, aren’t you?”
This caused you to roll over, onto your side, so you could glare over at the older man. “We need that shithole to survive.”
There was a playful glint on Negan’s face, the words earning a small laugh from him. “Maybe you do. Bet you’re just itchin’ for your little cyclops.”
The joke causes you to bristle, irritation rising as you hoist yourself from the couch, making a play for the door. On such little sleep, you weren’t in the mood to entertain being teased.
But Negan stopped you, that grin still on his face. “Hey, c’mon, doll. You know I’m just tryin’ to rile you up.” He admits, coming to a stand.
The glare remains, but at least you stop your escape, instead just standing near the door with your arms crossed. You’d likely give some defensive retort, but Negan is already speaking again.
“Everyone has their first crush at some point. I’m just surprised it took you this long.”
“I don’t have a crush,” You practically snarl. “I’m not twelve years old.”
“Okay, sorry. Not a crush,” Negan approaches slowly, like you’ll run off again, though is pleased when you stand still. “Sounds like it’s past your bedtime.”
Your nose scrunches up, eyes narrowed in offence as he continues to treat you like a child. But you know he’s just making a point to tease you, judging by that stupid grin on his face, so you try not to react.
His hands bracket your arms, giving you a little spin so that you’re facing the door. But now you sigh, turning back around, unable to just drop this conversation all together.
“You don’t care?” You ask. “Like, if I did have a crush, you don’t even mind? Not that I do, I’m just… wondering.”
Negan smiles, finding your half-confession quite adorable. “That’s what kids do, darlin’. Besides, the boy’s got his head on straight. Certainly got more balls than his father.”
You look down at the floor, a little pensive. “I don’t have a crush on Carl.” You reiterate, standing your ground, trying to sound firm in order to convince the both of you.
He seems to get the hint, understanding that maybe you don’t even know what’s going on. “I know, doll. Don’t stress it too much.” Negan drops the subject, letting his arm encase your back for a small squeeze before letting you go. “Go get some rest.”
You muster up a little smile, finally accepting the offer and scampering back off to bed. After all, you were exhausted, despite that inherent need to make yourself useful. Supply counts could wait.
It was a comforting space, your bedroom, one you retreated to whenever things got overwhelming. It was filled with photos and trinkets, candy stashed away in the drawers, all the things you didn’t have when growing up. It was your space.
That night, you fell asleep weighing the severity of simply going to Alexandria yourself. You passed out a few minutes into debating what transportation to take.
Fortunately, or, probably unfortunately, that wasn’t necessary.
For Alexandria had come to you.
Gunfire was a familiar sound to wake up to. Usually, it was a low-level squabble, or maybe one of the Saviours proving a point. Either way, it never lasted long.
But this time, there was shouting, and more bullets. It was enough to jolt you awake, pushing past that bleary state of consciousness and waiting, still, for it to continue.
It did.
You climbed out of bed with urgency, moving on autopilot as you threw on some jeans, not bothering to change from your sleep tank before bolting for the door.
Just as your fingertips brushed the bat, you realised it wouldn’t do. That gun was still locked away in the bottom drawer, so you reached for it, shoving a handful of bullets into your pocket before leaving.
Now, you’ve never been a very good shot. That’s why you preferred using the bat, or at the very least, hand-to-hand combat. You had terrible aim. But maybe now was the best time to fix that issue.
So, you made your way through the Sanctuary, swiftly stepping through hallways, gun at the ready. You were outside in minutes, the shouting becoming much clearer now, a voice you could recognise:
Rick Grimes.
“Fuck this..” You grumbled, growing irritated with this relentless back and forth. And now, they were in your home.
Another shot blew out the glass from above you, forcing you further against the wall, as the shards piled on the concrete. Some littered your skin, your shoulders bare, due to still wearing a tank intended for sleeping. You didn’t even have a bra on.
But there were worse problems, you supposed.
The gun felt heavy in your hands, fingers twitching around the trigger. Hopefully you wouldn’t have to use it, though that seemed like wishful thinking. You wondered where Negan was, yet believed he could handle himself. You and this gun were the main concern, a gun you had no idea how to use effectively.
You hid behind anything available, crouched down, trying to survey the surroundings. From here, you could see the scattered factions of makeshift soldiers, though Rick was now missing. You presumed he had a similar thought process to you: Negan.
That was fine, for now.
Clutching the gun tightly, you shifted into view, holding it outwards and discharging a shot into the distance. It echoed in the nearby vicinity, though there was too much gunfire to distinguish where it had came from, luckily. It didn’t seem to hit anyone.
What a waste.
“Hey!”
It was a whisper-shout, one clearly intended to gain your attention. You spun your head around, searching for the voice, amongst all the yelling and fighting taking place within your home. It took an embarrassing amount of time until you saw him.
Carl.
Thank fucking god.
He’d been watching you, on alert for your figure the second they arrived. He clocked your creeping approach into the battle field, ducking behind anything possible. It was almost amusing, the stark contrast in how you usually chose to fight, but made sense after you fired that hopeless shot.
You had no idea what was going on, assuming that Negan and Rick were off fighting, whilst a few Saviours tried to keep the rival gang at bay. Or gangs, plural. You guessed that speaking to Carl would be your best chance at getting a grip on the situation. That, and you weren’t in the mood for a defensive Saviour to shoot him.
So, you tried to get closer, looking left and right to make sure the coast was clear before ducking behind rubble or vehicles, anything to provide cover. Carl was used to fighting, sure, but felt slightly anxious for a reason he couldn’t pin. It was just a bad feeling, like something was not right.
This time, Carl called out your name, causing you to look up and at attention. He held out his hand, despite being meters away, a signal to come closer under the cover he’d found.
You clutch the gun tightly, safety off, poised at your side. But it’s difficult to see everyone, from this position, forcing you to inch out from behind the truck in order to get a visual.
Still holding out his hand, Carl waits, watching as you peek your head out.
Pop!
A shot fires, crackling in the distance, though it takes you down with a solid thud.
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