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姫りんごの蕾　2025.4.17　小金井街道

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You Are so Beautiful,

carl grimes (Part One)

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader (she/her)

A/N: This one is a bit longer than my first. 💙 I am so proud of myself for writing again, it’s honestly a relief. — Credits to @cosmic-flwers for the idea!!

warnings: a few season 7 spoilers!!

Season 7 Carl Grimes so he’s around 17-18, Y/N is the same age as Carl and is Negan’s daughter. Enid and Carl are not together and this is told from first person P.O.V. (Y/N’s P.O.V.)

!! proof read !!

Description: Negan told Y/N that she could either help him with whatever he was up to or she could go on a walk, obviously, she chose to go on a walk. As she walked around she hummed the song I Shall Be Released (by Joe Cocker) to herself until she was interrupted by the sound of a teenage boy’s scream and a little girl crying. She ran toward the noise only to walk in on Carl’s hand covering his wound and Judith laughing at seeing her brother in pain, still crying from whatever had happened.

Y/N: purple

Negan: orange

Carl: blue

Judith: pink

Enjoy!

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I snarled at the feeling of sunshine on my skin. I was so sick of sweat dripped down my face, armpits, back, and legs.

I feel so disgusting.

“Y/N•N, c’mere!” My dad yelled from a far.

Only God knows what he could want…

“Yes?” I slouched.

“You wanna help me with this?” He asked, trying to hand me a screwdriver.

“Not really..?” My teeth began to grind together.

“You gotta do something.”

“But-”

“I know, I know, but it’s so hot out!” He mocked me, “I don’t care, you’ve got to do something.”

“Dad, I already feel like shit just from being out here waiting for you to finish…Whatever..This is and I sure as hell don’t feel like being out here for even longer help you finish it.” I know how much my bitching kills him but can anyone really blame me? I already have to deal with my own shit and now I not only do I have to deal with my dad’s but also I can’t help but to feel guilty for what my dad did to that group. And trust me, I know how it feels to lose someone you love. I think about my mom…Every. Single. Day. I lost her at age eleven and I’m still grieving so I can imagine how they must be feeling.

“Fine, I’ll give two options then…Either help me with this or go for a nice, long walk.” The options sucked but I think me and him both know which one I’m choosing.

“I’ll see you later.” I waved and walked down a path that led to Alexandria. It actually had me thinking about that group…I didn’t know many of the members other than Daryl, Carl, and Enid. Well, I only know of Enid since Carl had mentioned her when we went to that woman’s house so that my dad could make some shitty spaghetti. I also know that Rick is Carl’s dad, I found that out from overhearing *eavesdropping* my dad and Carl’s conversation they had.

>>> When I first met Carl, I won’t lie, I had already found him very cute. His ocean blue eye was probably my favorite thing about him, other than his gorgeous hair. How the fuck can someone’s hair look so soft, shiny, and clean during the apocalypse. The one thing I did not like about him was the gross wound he had, I really don’t want to come off as “mean” though, so I’ve been trying to not think too much of it. When me and him actually got some time alone I tried my best to get to know him, he was way less shy after we grew a bit closer and I also ended realizing that he definitely knew what to do when it came to surviving this trash whole that we call a world. We, surprisingly, shared some interests in music and movies; though, he wasn’t really into the fact that I was in love with both the movie and book Twilight. <<<

While walking deeper down the path I began to hum one of my favorite songs, I Shall Be Released (by Joe Crocker).

Growing up I was some what forced to listen to his music but he began to grow on me after my mom died. I now regret all the times I ever through a tantrum over not being able to listen to my songs in the car on the way to school.

My head vibrated from me humming the song, I was almost to the chorus when I was interrupted by the sound of who I guess was Carl screaming and his little sister, Judith, crying.

Worried, I ran through the gates of Alexandria into the house they were in. Carl had his right hand over his, now, revealed wound, Judith laughed at him wiping leftover tears.

“Oh, hey, Y/N•N!” Carl attempted to act like he was fine but I could see his eye began to flood.

“What the f-” I looked down at a Judith who was giving me a death stare. “…Heck happened here?”

“I was trying to get Judith to take a nap but then she mad, started crying and scratched my eye causing the bandage to come off.” Carl’s words blended together.

“Judy.” I bent down to the little girls level, she crossed her arms around her chest turned the other way. “You want candy?” She turned her around, her face was now lit up with excitement.

“Mhm!” She nodded.

“Well, I have so much candy in my bag,” She reached over to grab the tote bag that was laying on my shoulder, I gently pushed her hand down. “But-You can’t get it unless you take a nap.”

“Mkay.” She was trying to act sad but I could tell she was faking, I lifted her up and brought her to her bed.

“Okay, Judy, you take a sweet nap and I’ll give you that candy the second you wake up! Promise.” I gently laid her down on her mattress and gave her a peck on the cheek. See? Not so hard. I mouthed to Carl, giving a cocky smile.

“Whatever.” He whispered, closing the bedroom door behind us.

“Now, let’s get…That..Fixed up.” I spoke aloud.

“No-It-It really doesn’t hurt.” His lie was extremely obvious due to the fact that a bit of blood from his wound was dripping down his cheek.

“You’re a terrible liar.” I laughed. “Now, where’s the bathroom?” He led me to the bathroom and I motioned to him to sit down on the toilet.

“I’m being serious-” My index finger covering his lips cut him off.

“Shut up.” I began to focus on his wound to see what needed to be fixed, “Looks like all I really gotta do is clean that up and get you a new bandage.” I, jokingly, “booped” his nose and went to look under the sink. When looking around I hummed the song, You Are So Beautiful (once again, by Joe Cocker.) A smile grew on my face when I found the supplies I needed to clean up his eye wound.

“What’s that?” He asked me. His question confused me since I was sure he knew what I was doing.

“Saline, rag, and a bandage to fix up your eye… Well, what was an eye.” We both began laughing at my stupid comment.

“Not that, the song.”

“Oh! Uhm…It was a song my mom and dad used to love. They practically owned it with out much they listened to it.”

“How does it go?” He looked up at me, the look he was giving made me feel like butterflies were flying around in my stomach, I couldn’t help but to blush.

“You’re gonna make me sing?” I moved closer and bending down a bit.

“I won’t make you, only if you-Ah~” He jumped when I wiped the rag on his wound, “That’s a little cold.” He laughed. I tried my best to have him relax and began cleaning the wound.

“I’ll sing but, don’t be mean. It was always my mom and dad singing the song to me not me singing it to them.” I cleared my throat and began to sing, “You..Are so beautiful.” I sighed, “To me… CAN’T YOU SEEeeeEE!” He laughed at my voice crack, I gave a friendly smack on his chest.

“What??”

“I said to not be mean!”

“I wasn’t! The voice crack was just funny.”

“Well, at least we’re even.” I smirked.

“Even?” A confused look grew on his face, “How? I never sang in front of you before.”

“Not me, but, my dad.” His cheeks turned red from the feeling of embarrassment, he knew exactly what I was talking about. “I heard you sing to him. I was trying so hard not to die laughing.”

“Hey! Not fair, I didn’t die laughing! All I did was give a light laugh.” I put his hands down and started to wrap the bandage around his head to cover the wound, I jumped when I felt his cold hands against the skin peeking out at the bottom of my stomach. (my shirt wasn’t that long.)

“All done!” I tried to escape Carl’s touch to put the items back where they belong but it felt as if his hands were glued to my hips. “Let me put this shit down, please.” I begged. He removed his hands allowing me to put the supplies back into their previous spots but I stopped for a moment from feeling his eyes on me, “You need to push the fuck back, nut job.” I turned to him

“Sorry, you’re just…Really pretty.” I cringed at his complement. It was sweet but so cheesy.

“Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself.” I closed the cabinet and stood up.

“Is your dad here? Or is it just you and Judy?”

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It's a composition that would never be thought of in modern times. But it's very nostalgic.

A woman strolls the beach at Nazaré, Portugal, 1985.

Photo by Bruno Barbey

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