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thatonelovingwalker · 6 months

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Carl Grimes x GN reader

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Summary: you see Carl with Judith and wonder if he would want a child of his own.

Walking along the sidewalk lining your neighborhood, you heard the cooing of a baby. You immediately recognized it as Judith. Carl always walked Judith at this time, and you had just recently started walking with them.

You and Carl have been together for about three months now, and Judith has become really close to you.

Her noises got louder as you rounded the corner, and saw that she was patiently waiting for you in her stroller.

“Judith! Good morning,” you told her, letting her grasp at your hands.

You looked up to Carl and saw him looking at you as if he was seeing you for the first time. As if he saw Christmas lights brightening before him, rapping him in warmth and the feeling of safety.

“Good morning, Carl,” you told him, walking around to give him a peck. He returned it gratefully, taking ahold of your hand.

“Ready?” Was all Carl asked, making you nod.

The three of you started walking, listening to the silence that surrounded you both.

It was quiet for about fifteen minutes, and that was when Judith started to fuss.

“Nap time, Judy?” Carl asked her, circling around to pick her up.

Carl gently cradled Judith in his arms, rocking back and forth on his heels. He was whispering to her, trying to calm her down, and all you could do was watch.

He was so good with kids, especially Judith. Whenever he was with any of the younger members, he treated them as if they were his blood. As if they were his own children. It made you yearn for a normal world. One where it wouldn’t be a life or death decision.

But you knew that if it were to ever happen, whether it’s with you or another, he would be absolutely perfect.

“You’d make a great dad,”

“What?”

Carl turned to you, shock all over his face. He didn’t look upset, but he looked distracted.

And you that was when you realized you said it out loud. You didn’t mean it to slip. It just happened.

Even with his surprised features, he still looked even more fatherly with Judith calming in his arms. His hat and eye patch displayed experience, ones that he had learned from. The gun strapped to his leg showed he was capable. You knew he would be everything you ever needed. Everything any child needed.

“You’d make a great father…” you said a little bit more softly. You stayed where you were.

You saw his breathing pattern change. It was the one thing you could catch before he muttered, “Let me go put Judith down,” before turning away from you.

He left you with a sense of regret. Why did you say that?

You found yourself sitting on the couch, listening to Carl shush Judith to sleep a few rooms down. You had no idea if he knew you were there, but you waited, hoping you didn’t ruin things.

When Carl expressed what happened with his mother, Lori, and how he had to put her down for the sake of Judith, your heart broke.

Maybe mentioning anything to do with a baby was a bad idea.

You no longer heard Carl. His whispers or humming. Just footsteps. Heavy footsteps. You didn’t dare watch him, no matter how much you were dying to.

You felt the couch shift with his weight, and you knew he sat closer to you on purpose.

“You really think so?”

You could barely hear him, but you understood completely what he meant. You turned to face him, and was met with his pleading eyes. He looked so vulnerable in this moment, you just wanted to smother him with cuddles and hold him.

“I do.”

“Well, I think you’d make a great (mother/father), y/n. You’d be amazing,” Carl grasped your hand with one of his heart stopping smiles.

“Doubtful,” you said, trying to be playful. Carl picked up on it.

All he said in return was, “How about we try and see?”

#carl grimes x oc #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes smut #thewalkingdead #the walking dead headcanons #incorrect twd quotes #twd #twd incorrect quotes #imagine

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ysoandi · 1 year

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Maggie: Why are Y/N and Carl sitting with their backs to each other?

Rick: They had a fight.

Maggie: Then why are they holding hands?

Rick: They get sad when they fight.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect twd quotes #the walking dead headcanons #thewalkingdead #twd #twd incorrect quotes #y/n #reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x oc #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes #carl grimes headcanon #oc #original female character #twd headcannons

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raspberryslxt · 1 month

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Carl Grimes x Negan’s daughter!reader

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The world had become a desolate wasteland, overrun by the undead and ruled by fear. Amidst the chaos, Carl Grimes found himself face to face with an unexpected ally – y/n, the daughter of the notorious Negan.

Carl cautiously approached the abandoned warehouse, his senses on high alert. He had heard rumors of survivors in the area, but he never expected to encounter Negan's daughter.

Y/n emerged from the shadows, her presence commanding attention as she leveled a gaze at Carl. "What do you want?" she demanded, her voice tinged with suspicion.

Carl raised his hands in a gesture of peace, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger. "I'm just looking for supplies," he replied, keeping his tone neutral. "I mean no harm."

Y/n studied Carl for a moment, her expression unreadable. "Fine," she finally said, stepping aside to let him pass. "But watch your back. This world is unforgiving."

As they ventured deeper into the warehouse, Carl and y/n exchanged cautious glances, their guard never faltering. Despite the tension between them, Carl couldn't help but admire y/n resilience in the face of adversity.

"Your father... Negan," Carl began tentatively, breaking the uneasy silence. "What's he like?"

Y/n’s jaw tightened at the mention of her father, a shadow passing over her features. "He's... complicated," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "But he's not all bad."

„He killed my friends,” the bot said. Y/n looked at him with a „really dude” look.

Carl nodded, understanding the complexities of family loyalty all too well. "I get it," he said softly. "We all have people we care about, even if they've done things we don't agree with."

As they scoured the warehouse for supplies, Carl and y/n found themselves opening up to each other in ways they never expected. They shared stories of their pasts, their hopes and fears laid bare in the harsh light of reality.

Hours turned into days, and Carl and y/n formed an unlikely bond as they navigated the dangers of the wasteland together. They fought off hordes of walkers, braved the elements, and relied on each other for survival in a world where trust was a rare commodity.

But their newfound partnership was put to the test when a group of hostile survivors threatened their sanctuary. Carl and y/n stood side by side, their weapons drawn as they prepared to defend their makeshift home.

"We can't let them win," y/n said, her voice steely with determination.

Carl nodded, his gaze unwavering as he met y/n’s eyes. "We won't," he vowed, a sense of urgency coursing through his veins.

As the enemy closed in, Carl and Y/n fought with a fierce intensity, their movements synchronized as they battled against overwhelming odds. In the heat of the moment, Carl found himself relying on y/n’s strength and agility, trusting her with his life in ways he never thought possible.

When the dust finally settled, Carl and y/n stood victorious, their chests heaving with exertion as they surveyed the aftermath of the battle. Despite the chaos and destruction surrounding them, they knew that as long as they had each other, they could face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Y/n turned to Carl, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Thanks," she said softly, her eyes betraying a vulnerability she rarely showed.

Carl returned her smile, a sense of warmth flooding his chest. "Anytime," he replied, his voice tinged with sincerity.

As they stood together in the fading light of the setting sun, Carl and y/n knew that they had found redemption in each other's company – two souls bound by the shadows of their pasts, yet united in their quest for a brighter future. And in a world consumed by darkness, that was enough to give them hope.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #carl grimes x oc #the walking dead #twd #rick grimes #rick grimes x reader #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #negan smith #negan x reader

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smutinlove · 6 months

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Masterlist

Dedicated to my dirty whores <3 @jas2010 @carlsdarling @taylormarieee @loveforcarl

A cute masterlist showing my dirty smut, fluff, and angst <3

❝You're in the wind, I'm in the water Nobody's son, nobody's daughter Watching the chemtrails over the country club Suburbia, The Brentwood Market What to do next? Maybe we'll love it White picket chemtrails over the country club❞

❝They say I'm too young to love you I don't know what I need They think I don't understand The freedom land of the seventies❞

❝Come and take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your girls insane, so Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die❞

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Smut —Carl gets jealous when Ron tries to hit on you

Smut—Carl gets rough

Smut—Slutty slut

Smut-Dinner with Grimes—You and Carl decided to host dinner at your place. But you wanted to tease Carl, so you wore an extremely short dress.

Smut—Begging

Smut—Just sex

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Suggestive—Eyes apparently don't lie

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Fluff—Reader writes a love letter/appreciation letter

Fluff-Cabin—Carl Grimes asks to marry you

Fluff—CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

Fluff—NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

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Angst—Reader cries about Carl's death

Angst—Reader dies. Carl cries.

Angst—Reader hurts herself

Angst leading to fluff—Carl goes on a scavenging trip but gets lost. The reader goes to look for him.

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Small Series

You were my light part 1 —The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

You were my light part 2

You were my light part 3

You were my light part 4

You were my light part 5

You were my light ALTERNATIVE ENDING—The daughter of Negan Smith wakes up from what she thought was real but was a dream. She wants to find him. Y/N Smith wants to find Carl Grimes.

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Draco Malfoy

Smut —Sex with the Slytherin prince.

Smut—Your secret boyfriend is Draco Malfoy.

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Glenn and Maggie

Fluff—It's some cute fluff. (Glenn and Maggie are badasses in this too)

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WORDS BURN HARD - BY UselessBitch4205 on Wattpad <3

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sleepyikeu · 2 months

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TODAY WAS A FAIRYTALE

synopsis > you might be in love with carl and he might be in love with you too, all you know is that time slows down when hes around.

pairing > carl grimes x fem!reader

wc > 0.9k

warnings > none really, fluff, mentions of sex (one sentence at the end), kissing/smooching.

notes > my first story!!! be honest if it sucks, the ending is pretty bad i literally did not know how to end it

Being a teenager in the apocalypse was weird. You didn't exactly get a "normal teen experience" as Maggie said when talking to her about him.

It was weird you had felt all tingly when he came up to hug you, talk to you, when your hands accidentally brushed when he was handing Judith to you, honestly everything he did gave you that weird sensation in your guts. And you did not like it one bit.

"Mags, I just don't understand what's going on. Oh my gosh, am I sick? Am I gonna die? What am I gonna do if I die? Maggie don't let me die!" You panicked grabbing her shoulders and over-dramatically shaking her. "Y/N calm down, you're not sick, or dying. You're just in love," The way she said it so dreamily made you recoil.

"I am not in love with Carl, are you crazy? Only a crazy person could be in love with him. He's weird and annoying and he snores, Maggie he snores! He also does this thing in his sleep where he talks but its not full sentences or like blabs, he just says random sentences, honestly its kind of cute. Oh my god. I'm in love with Carl, aren't I?" You cut yourself off eyes widening in realization.

"Holy shit! You're in love with Carl?" An unexpected voice laughed, popping up behind you. "Glenn! Leave her alone!" Maggie smacked his arm, "I'd suggest that you go tell him, being in the apocalypse means teen love is hard, you know back when I was a teenager-" "Thanks for the advice, Glenn." You quickly blurted out running away to avoid hearing about Glenns teen life for the hundredth time.

"Carl!" You called, seeing him leaving the pig pen. "Yes?" "I don't really know how to say this 'cause I'm really scared of ruining our friendship, but I think I like you?" It wasn't supposed to come out as a question, it just had. "Like, like like me?" He asked raising an eyebrow at your giggles when he said 'like' three times in a row.

"Yeah, I like, like you. I'm honestly not really sure I've never had a crush before, I talked to Maggie and Glenn and they both told me the way I'm feeling is what having a crush is like." You shrugged looking away the giggles had been replaced by that feeling again.

"Well, I was gonna ask- Can I be honest?" He mumbled smiling a little. You nodded, frowning upon not seeing a smile or a happy reaction like you hoped. "Okay, so, I have a little bit of a crush on you too, and it's been kind of obvious to everyone for a while, but I didn't want to say anything just in case you didn't feel the same." Carl admitted, causing you to let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding, but you were still rendered speechless, not knowing the right words to say.

"So does that mean we're a couple?" He asked voice wavering in nerves, fidgeting with his fingers as if you were going to say no. "Yes! I mean, uhm, of course." You exclaimed calming down, a smile crossing both of your faces.

"Okay, good. I was worried I'd make things awkward, and you wouldn't want to be friends anymore. Do you want to go somewhere quiet, just the two of us?" Carl mentioned nodding his head slightly at Maggie and Glenn in the distance watching the both of them. "Of course, silly!" You say a giant grin on your face grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the cell block you guys are staying in.

"So, is this your first relationship?" He quizzed interlacing your fingers walking into his cell dragging you with him.

"Duh, we were in elementary school when the world went to crap!" You said smile never leaving your face, sitting on his bed dragging him next to you. "Am your first, you know," he said trailing off blush covering his cheeks. "Yes Carl, you are my first boyfriend." Your smile increasing at the foreign word.

At first, he just smiles back gazing into your eyes, then his eyebrows start to furrow as he thinks about something, "Hey, that means we can kiss now, right?" "Carl!" You squeal a crimson blush engulfing your face, shielding your face into his shoulder.

"Oh, so now you want me to do the initiating? No problem." He says brushing the loose hairs out of your face leaning down towards you, noses almost touching. You freeze eyes glued open; you don't know how to react. Your now boyfriend is about to kiss you. You can feel his breath on your face as he leans closer, then suddenly, "Carl!" you both hear a familiar voice ring out, "Carl! Im coming in," the voice now revealing himself as Rick walked in just as you two separated a blush coating both your faces. "Well looks like someone caught us," Carl points out the obvious. "I'm gonna go find Beth!" You squeak out embarrassment lacing your tone, as you squeeze by Rick.

Carl watches you leave offering a small wave and smile as a parting, turning his attention onto his dad he shakes his head as he stutters out, "Don't you know how to knock?" "I did! But clearly you didn't hear me over all your smooching." Rick protested, he hadn't knocked why would he there were no doors on the cells only curtains but you couldn't exactly knock on that but his thinking, was quickly cut short by Carl grumbles.

"This isn't any of your business Dad." "Whatever, as long as your being safe and have her consent." Rick retaliated putting his hands on his hips like a disappointed mom. "Ew dad, it was just a kiss! And I did have consent!" Carl grimaced upon hearing those words it wasn't like they were having sex not yet at least.

#carl grimes #the walking dead #twd carl #carl grimes x reader #carl x reader #fluff #rick grimes #maggie rhee #glenn rhee #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #carl grimes x oc #SMOOCH #glenn is so silly #ricks a silly dad #im silly

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banquetwriter · 2 months

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I saw you were taking requests for Carl grimes so maybe a fluff with Carl and reader who has ADHD and they’re in Alexandria but she’s like hella overstimulated and overwhelmed because everybody and everything’s new and like “better” and she genuinely just does not know what to do with herself. You don’t have to do this btw! Have a wonderful day/night!

୨୧ Breathing ୨୧

pairing: Carl Grimes ♡︎ Fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ crying, some angst, one mention of sex (incredibly mild) small mentions of canonical violence, reader has panic attack

summary: ʚ after being overwhelmed your favorite grime’s comforts you ɞ

Words: 1374

AN: RAAAHHH thank you sm for the request, i tried to focus on how i personally feel when i get overwhelmed and overstimulated. i didn’t make her very bubbly or stereo typically “adhd” however i tried to model it after mine lol

You hated everything about the apocalypse. You hated never feeling safe, never having enough food, and never being clean ever. You hated being on the run always. You fucking hated it.

But still, you found yourself anxious. A nice woman named Deanna sat you down and Interviewed you. Your heart was racing, it had been for a long time. It was the same feeling you felt being adopted by Glenn and Maggie, the unofficial daughter of the couple.

Feeling like you might start crying but you can't pinpoint your feelings. Being so light-headed the air feels like it is made out of cotton candy. You had stayed quiet to avoid any meltdowns in front of anybody.

You had been assigned one big house. Michonne and Rick take one room, Daryl another, and you bunker with Judith. You found her little coos and cries comforting sometimes. They grounded you when you felt clueless.

Judith and most importantly her brother Carl were what got you through everything. Glenn’s death, a man who was your father. Carl had since you got to the prison. It was hard not to fall in love with him. Even if it wasn't the right time or place. You couldn't help it.

It's how you accepted the prison. It's how you accepted what happened at Terminus, and it was going to be how you accepted this new world you found yourself in. Carl got his own room. You weren't upset by it.

He needed his space. He had been through too much. It was after dinner. You were sitting on the stairs. It was all too much. It was going to go away at some point…

You knew it. Nothing was safe forever. You knew that, you weren't some stupid child. The feeling was back of unintelligible panic. The feeling of horror creeping up your throat. The dizziness, and now you couldn't help but cry.

The cool air of the nighttime clung to your skin. You were sweating even though the night was cold. Hot tears streamed down your face. How could you help these people? How could you possibly help? Hell, you were fear-stricken over being someplace new.

You let out a sob you had been holding in for weeks. Everyone was in the house either cleaning up or windowing down for bed. You told them you needed to go on a walk before bed.

‘You were too restless’ that's what you told them. But here you were sitting down on the steps. A full belly, sobbing your eyes out. Carl had noticed of course he had.

You heard the door close behind you. You stood up, the hot tears still streaming down your face. “Hey, woah,” Carl said, clicking the door shut and walking up to you. You couldn't say anything, fear holding your heart.

You speedily tried to wipe the tears away from your face. His hands come down to your shoulders. His fingertips ghost your skin and shirt. “I-I'm sorry,” you mumble out before the tears start spilling from your eyes again.

“Hey hey hey,” he whispers, pulling you into his chest. His strong hand finds its way to the back of your head, the other snaking around your torso. There it was again. His heartbeat thumped through his chest reaching your ears.

“I'm scared,” you whispered. He pulls away from you keeping his hands secured on you. “I-I know you are y/n. I am too. But it's going to be ok, trust me.” he said, his hand coming up to your chin and holding it up. “How do you know we are going to be ok?” you ask, shaking my head.

“I just know,” he said, his voice soft and comforting. “Because I am here. Because you're here with me.

Judith is here, so is my dad, Michonnee, and Daryl…” he said. “We are all here with you. I know how scared you are because-” he started. He shifted his weight on his feet.

You looked up at him. Your eyes are full of tears. The sight alone broke his heart. He promised himself he would always protect you. After you got separated from the prison. He was never ever letting you out of his sight again.

“Because I'm scared too. This place could fall, or not be safe. I'm scared too.” he says leaning much closer to you. “That's not it. It's all so new. Everything is better. I don't even know what to do. I don't remember how not to be so broken.” you whispered.

Your words hit like a confession to a preacher. “Y-Your not broken,” he said trying to comfort you. “No Carl I am. I think we all are. And I don't know how I'm going to do this.” I said, feeling the tears start to slip out.

“You don't have to do this alone, or even right now. Taking it one day at a time would be a good place to start,” he said, trying to wipe your tears away. “Ok.” is all you said, the heat radiating off of him calming your rapid and hyper thoughts.

“Tonight, how about you sleep with me? In my room?” he asks. “Really? What about Judith, what would your dad and Michonne say?” you ask, pressing your body against his. Time seemed to stop. His blue eyes shine into your soul.

“We can keep Judith in there too. Two people watching her is safer anyway. And don't worry about my dad ok? I will talk to him.” he says, moving both of his hands to your cheeks. Placing a small kiss on your forehead.

You swore you could feel your heart soar high above all the clouds and skies. You silently nod your head, “Go and get ready for bed and meet me in my room ok?” he says nodding towards the house. You smiled walking in.

The group looked as you rushed past them. Carl followed suit walking into the house. His hands were on his hips. “Y/n is going to stay with me tonight. In my room.” Carl said, looking at his dad.

Michonne’s eyebrow shot up. She looked at Judith with a smirk and turned around leaving the boys to discuss. “Carl-” Rick says in his stern voice. “It's not like that Dad,” he says, putting his hand out. Rick’s head turned to the side.

“She is scared, Dad. And I made a promise to protect her. She doesn't trust this place yet. I'm not gonna let her go.” Carl says, his face staying stern. He wasn't going to take ‘no’ for an answer. You were all that mattered to him right now.

Rick rubbed his chin, “Look alright. She can stay in your room as long as you take Judith with you.” he said, walking up to his face. Rick used his pointer finger and used it to tap his son's chest. “If I hear any funny business-” he says in full seriousness.

“Ew. Gross dad.” Carl says, rolling his eyes. Walking past him and running up the stairs to the bathroom. He gave a small knock on it. He heard your voice waver out a Small “Yes?” he smiled.

“It's me, Carl. You ready for bed?” he asked you. “A-Almost. Got distracted again,” you shouted from the bathroom. Carl felt his smile grow wider. “I'm gonna put Judith down now ok? Join me when you're ready,” he says, starting to walk away.

“Ok! Thank you!” you shout from the bathroom, continuing to get ready to sleep. Carl brought his baby sister and a crib into his room. Making it all nice for her. That's when you walked in. You were so beautiful.

In a plain new outfit. Eyes red and puffy from crying. You still were the prettiest thing he had ever seen. You silently sat on the bed. Carl smiled at you, something you returned. He took his hat off, placing it on the bedside table. He crawled on the bed and behind you. Beckoning you to join him under the covers.

Something you did with ease. The comforting smell of Carl Grimes fills your nose. As his hands snake around your torso to hug you. His nose gently rubs against your neck.

“I love you.”

#carl grimes headcannon #carl grimes x you #carl grimes x oc #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #twd #the walking dead #the walking dead carl

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smutinlovealt · 6 months

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Carl Grimes x fem!reader smut

You looked at Carl in disbelief. You fought a few times, but it never got this bad. "Carl, get back here!" You shouted. He turned around. The same cold look in his eyes was a familiar thing, which you hated. "What is it, Y/N?" "Carl, just listen to me, please." You moved closer to him, putting your hands on his chest. "I'm... listening," he said. You smiled.

As you were about to speak, Carl pressed his lips against yours, sealing the gap between the two of you. He slammed the door to your bedroom shut.

You felt his hands unbutton your shirt; he took it off and threw it across the room.

"I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk," he whispered in your ear. You gulped. (Carl omg🤭)

He removed your bra, you blushed as you tried hiding yourself. "Fuck, Y/N. You're so beautiful," He said as he kissed down your neck. He sucked your nipple, flicking it with his tongue. "Carl!" You moaned.

"You ready, doll?" You nodded in response. He kissed you again, slowly removing your panties. "You're so wet for me."

You whimpered as you felt his tip rub against your clit. He put one of your legs on his shoulder as he went inside you. You held onto him tight. "Fuck..." You moaned. He started thrusting faster, hitting your g-spot. You moaned loudly as you started to feel the heat build up in your core. "Carl, I'm gonna come—"

"Who said you could?"

"No!" You whined as he pulled out. "Get on your knees." You pouted. You did what he said, getting on your knees. You were panting hard as he got closer to you. "Suck." He commanded. You wrapped your lips around the tip, you looked up at him as you moved your head down his shaft.

"That's a good girl." Carl smirked.He grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling you closer. "I'm gonna cum." He said. He released his loud into your mouth. You swallowed every last drop.

He pulled his cock out of your mouth. "You enjoyed that didn't you, you dirty little whore." You blushed. "Maybe I did?" You laughed. He picked you up and threw you onto your bed. "You're mine."

You grinned as he said that. He looked at you before abruptly pounding into you. "F-fuck, Carl—" "Ron could never fuck you like this. You're mine, Y/N. My dirty little whore." You moaned. He was rough, and to you he was perfect. "Carl, I—I'm gonna come."

"Then come, slut." He thrusted faster, he grabbed onto your hips.

"Fuck, Carl I'm—" You came on his cock again. He removed himself, laying down next to you on the bed. "You okay?" You nodded. He wrapped his arms around you, you placed your head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

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The start was wowww and the end was cute. I'm shocked. Anyway, love this, love that.

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vilentia · 1 year

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Please stop tagging Carl Grimes stories with Rick Grimes Tags. I want daddy Grimes not baby Grimes! 🙏🏼🥲

#rick grimes fluff #rick grimes smut #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #carl grimes #carl grimes x oc #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x you #carl grimes x y/n #rick grimes x oc #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n

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blvckqwz · 1 year

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my husband❤️‍🩹

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x oc #twd

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westidia · 8 days

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kinda have had a huge brain rot on Carl grimes these last few days 😭😭 any fic recommendations 👀 (gawd I hate the people who were in charge of payroll….all them damn adults on the show and you couldn’t add one more?? mind you after Rick THIS WAS HIS STORY!! it was supposed to shift to him 😭😭I’m on the episode where he dies (gahhhhdjej 😭😭) and we got a small glimpse of his leadership skills gawd he was so good (and fine I had to say it 🤷🏽‍♀️))

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #the walking dead #amc twd #twd #twd towl #twd summit #chandler riggs #twol #carl grimes x oc #rick grimes

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thatonelovingwalker · 5 months

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Carl x Reader x Ron

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“All done. Ready?” Ron asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s wrong, Carl? Are you—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was going to be a long night.

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ysoandi · 2 years

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Y/N (older than Carl by two years): When I was your age-

Carl, mocking Y/N: When I was your height.

Y/N:

Y/N: Listen here you little shit.

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loverforfanfiction · 1 year

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Give peace a chance-Carl grimes

“if he dance you’ll dance and if he don’t you’ll dance anyway give peace a chance let all the fears you guys have fall alway you have your eye on him”

summary- even in this hell hole carl finally found his peace

warning-kissing,cussing set in season 4

carl would lay awake at night to scared to go to sleep to scared something would happen to him,you, or Judith and he could not let that happen he had already lost his mother carl couldn’t loose you guys either

of course you knew how to take care of yourself you have been in this hell hole for a while but you still had to fight to live for everybody that needed you and you had finally found peace in that and you were going to help Carl find his

“hi” you said climbing the latter up Carl had took another night shift, to scared to sleep even lie awake in bed “couldn’t sleep again” you asked trying to start a conversation no Carl whispered tired of everything around him

“well fuck it I guess I mean I ain’t got nothing else to do” what do you mean Carl said “I’m going to help you sleep tonight be at peace” Carl looked at you with a smile on his face but then he realized he couldn’t he had to be prepared for what could happen “thanks but I don’t think I-“ no I’m not taking no for a answer I will push you down right now,either you could die from walkers or from falling” scared you would actually push him Carl stepped down and walked to his house

“come on Carl you are going to lay down with me and go to sleep” you said wrapping your arms around him and tucking him into a hold we’re he couldn’t leave or get up” now either you stay up and listen to me talk about how hot your dad is or go to sleep

and with that he fell right to sleep after you kissed his lips and said a small goodnight for once he was finally at peace

Imagine your race and gender

#twd x reader #twd x you #twd x y/n #the walking dead fic #the walking dead x you #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead x y/n #the walking dead roleplay #the walking dead carl #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x oc #carl grimes headcanons #carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes

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smutinlove · 4 months

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The New Year Kiss │ Carl Grimes

»»————-　CARL GRIMES FANFICTION │ FLUFF　————-««

There were two hours until the new year. And you were incredibly excited. You had gone through so much pain and suffering, and you couldn't wait for a fresh start.

You were at this nice party your friends had invited you to. But as soon as you arrived with your friends, they were whisked away by hot strangers. And so you spent the entire night alone, drinking wine, and scrolling through your phone.

But at least you looked pretty. You were wearing a long, sparkly red dress. You were wearing high heels, and of course, you had to accessorize with a pair of earrings and a necklace.

"Some party," you muttered under your breath. You downed your wine bitterly. "I know, right?" you heard. You gasped.

"Relax, sweetheart. I'd never hurt a pretty little thing like you."

You looked to your side and saw an attractive man wearing a suit and tie. Even if you were wearing heels, he still towered over you handsomely. also had the most luscious hair you'd ever seen. His eyes were the color of the sky, and you felt something take over you as soon as you saw him. "Well, hello, gorgeous. What's your name?" Maybe it was the wine you had.

He grinned. "Carl, yours?"

"Y/N." You replied with a mischievous grin. He poured himself a glass of wine. "So, Y/N, what's a pretty lady like you doing here all alone?" Carl asked. The way your name rolled off his tongue did something to you that you didn't even understand.

"My friends left me," you answered. "That's shitty. But don't worry, babe. I'll never leave you." You felt your cheeks turning red. And you so badly wanted to melt into his strong arms, but you also wanted to flirt back. "Well, handsome, that's nice to know." You winked.

He looked deeply into your eyes. "Has anyone told you your eyes are beautiful?" Your face turned redder than it was before. You couldn't utter a single word.

Carl chuckled. "I know, I am that breathtaking, Y/N." You smiled. "You definitely are, Carl."

You and Carl continued talking. And he was such a sweet guy. You two had the same taste in music. You both loved chocolate pudding and drinking Sprite afterwards. And even if you had only just met him, you felt yourself falling for his good looks and charm.

But deep down, you knew Carl didn't feel the same way. I mean, who would fall in love with a person they just met? Apparently, only you.

You watched as people gathered around. There must have been at least a minute until the new year. Which meant there would be at least fifty seconds until they started counting down. Carl wrapped his arm around you. "Are you okay?" He asked. "Yeah, I guess so."

"I haven't known you for a long time. But I can tell when someone isn't okay," he said with an understanding look.

You looked around. Everyone was with someone they loved. Whether they were dating or not, someone was with somebody.

"Ten! Nine!" everyone yelled. It was time. "Eight! Seven! Six!" And you had no choice but to count along.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

"One," you whispered. Fireworks erupted into the sky. It was loud, but beautiful. You smiled.

"Happy New Year." You whispered.

You felt a hand on your back that was slowly crawling down to your waist. "Carl?" It was him. He pulled you close, and you were mere inches apart. "Everyone deserves to have a kiss on the new year. Especially you, Y/N."

The gap between your lips was sealed. And indeed, it was a very happy new year.

───── ❝ authors note ❞ ─────

HAPPY NEW YEAR TO EVERYONE!!! I HOPE YOUR 2024 IS FILLED WITH JOY, CHEER, AND LAUGHTER!!!!

I hope you all enjoyed and liked this fic! I put my soul into this. Anyway. Crazy how 2023 just ended, right? Well. Let's hope 2024 will be better.

Once again, happy new year!!!

»»————<3———-«« lots of love, smutinlove

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jakessbtch · 1 year

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☆ red | c.g

masterlist | requests

TW ✿ ° : periods, pain [for reader]

pairing ✿ ° : Carl Grimes x reader [s/h]

request by ✿ ° : @liu1307

summary of fic ✿ ° : Reader wakes up in immense pain, thinking she got bit she panicked, only to find she was suffering her first period.

word count ✿ ° : 1.1k

a/n ✿ ° : First Request done!!!!

Living in an apocalypse was hard, it was considered hell for a woman too. Not only do you have to be wary of greedy hormonal men who want your body rather then yourself. You also have to struggle with your own unwanted hormones, meaning blood will eventually start seeping out of you once a month.

Y/n woke up like she normally did, groaning and whining for her body to let her sleep more. Yet this time, the sheets felt warmer and more uncomfortable against her skin. She groaned almost silently before slinging the comforter off of her, cuddling into one of her few pillows. The silence was short lived before a harsh pain shot through her stomach. She gasped as she gripped onto her abdomen, whining into the silent morning.

Why was she in so much pain? This wasn’t normal, right? Maybe she got bit when she was fighting the walkers yesterday, on their way home from the supply run. Her e/c eyes widened, if she got bit, they were going to kill her. How hadn’t she noticed it, surely she would have bled through her shirt or something.

Pushing through the sudden jolts of pain, Y/n jumped up from her bed. The door to the bathroom swung open quickly, then slammed just as fast. The loud noise bouncing off the walls of the home. The walls sounded like they were shaking, but why would she notice that? Y/n didn't hesitate to raise her shirt, noticing there was no wound, then what was hurting?

She twirled around in the cleansed mirror, trying to distinguish any hidden bites or wounds she sustained. What she did spot was a red patch in the back of her pink pajama pants. She obviously knew about periods and what happens to a woman, but she didn’t expect it to happen now. She sat herself down on the cool toilet seat, feeling ill. Was that just in general or a side affect to periods?

“N/n Honey, are you feeling ok? You made quite the ruckus” She heard her mothers soft voice reach her ears from behind the door. She sighed almost inaudibly before standing to her feet. She knew she had to talk to her mother about this, it was normal right. Her and Carl, her boyfriend, had never had sex while they’ve been together, so it had to be period or something. “Yeah Ma, just.. I think I got my period”

It was silent for s few moments before a carefree “Oh” met Y/n’s ears. “I’ll head to Kim’s place to get some stuff, I'll tell Carl on the way if you’d like? You two are always attached” She knew Carl wouldn’t make this a big deal, plus her mum knew a lot about the two, so her mum wanted him to know. “Yeah, just.. be quick” Y/n whispered through the door, resting her head in her hands, h/c hair falling down the sides of her face.

“Alright honey, go take a shower” that was the last thing said from y/n’s mother before the clicking of her heels disappeared down the stairs. Y/n got ready for the shower, stripping down and hopping into the limited warm water. The water pressure kept her grounded to sanity, it was very relaxing and kept her somewhat sane.

Not long after she got out the shower and got changed a hurried knock was heard from down stairs. Y/n knew just by the knocking patterns who it was, so she hurried to open the big white front door. She felt real icky with the blood free spilling in her new pants, she really wondered how long her mum would be. Y/n opened the door without a second thought, Carl crashing into her arms, embracing her with a whole lot of enthusiasm.

“Are you ok n/n? Your mum told me everything and so I brought some comics and I snuck some crisps that Michonne made earlier” Y/n smiled up at him as he rambled about the things he did just for her. The feelings crashed into her rapidly, face contorting to one of pure love and adoration. Y/n reached for his waving left hand, leading him to her messy room while he gawked about the potential things in the comics.

“Carl?” A loud yet soft hum was heard as Carl threw himself onto a cushioned chair in the corner of her room. “I uhm, sorry, you know? Sorry if this whole thing is gross to you” Y/n said quietly, as she leaned on the white doorway. Carl shrugged as he threw open a comic book, leaning back in the chair. “Isn’t it normal for you? It’s ok, I love you a lot, and you love me back so no blood is going to get in the way of what we have.”

She placed a hand coyly on his right shoulder before the door downstairs slammed open. Carl flinched at the loud and booming bang, while Y/n just rolled her eyes with a chuckle. “Its my ma Carl, she does this all the time when she panics” She said calmly before she walked down the long hall then the stairs to greet her mother.

After all the explaining of how a pad works and how to apply one, Y/n found herself dozing off in her messy bed. Carl was blabbering quietly about the scene he was up to in the comic, not noticing her drooping e/c eyes. Y/n had just passed the peak of period cramps for that day, and now she was tired, all she wanted to do was fall asleep to his voice.

“And the guy named Zion, he’s like fighting Tyan- oh.” Carl cut himself off, looking at her slumped figure in the pink sheets. He smiled to himself meekly before placing the book on the floor and making his way over. His feet clicked on the hard wood before he nudged her to shuffle over for him. Y/n complied silently, with an explosion of butterflies at his simple touch. Carl lay himself next to her, wrapping his arms around her to rest on her stomach.

“Goodnight n/n, I love you so so much” Carl purred as he himself felt a wave of tired muscles slam into him. Y/n hummed to his saying before she dozed off to slumber. Carl followed soon after her, with a soft smile on his face.

✿ ° Fin

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banquetwriter · 2 months

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Hi hi !! I’m kinda new to tumblr so idk if this is how you request things but I think it’d be neat to see what kind of music carl grimes would listen to since you wanted hc ideas for him? 💗💗

alright the songs that i think carl looks like are different then what he listens to yk?

he looks like, Brooklyn baby- LDR, sparks-cold play, and kiwi- harry styles like a good mix of those.

i think he would personally probably listen to a little bit of country since i think both of his parents would listen to that for sure. i think Michonne would def try and change that 😭😭

but he gives me like grunge/ punk / rock vibes almost. like 21 pilots , green day, mother mother. obviously he wouldn’t have a huge selection because the world ended and stopped making music yk? but if he was (alive) around today he would prob love blasting them.

i can picture either he found one on a run or maybe you gave him one, but maybe a cassette player with headphones or MAYBE and ipod or somthing. i can picture him getting into a fight with rick and slamming his door shut and blasting some angry emo music.

he would never admit this to anyone (maybe michonne) but one time he snuck his music device out on a run and started to listen to it when he was alone. unfortunately a walker snuck up on his and nearly nearly got him so. safe to say he doesn’t do that anymore.

i think listening to music would help him calm down and process his day or things he is going through. it would also give him confidence. maybe he invites you to hang out somewhere under a tree sharing headphones. it’s simple but he feels like a real teenager :)

jamming out to his OWN music with his crush

#the walking dead carl #carl grimes x you #carl grimes headcannon #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x oc #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #music

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