#you’re screwing with the wrong person. >>> 𝐑. 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐒

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@wexarethewalkingxdead whispered: [ SHOULDER ]:     sender buries their face into the receiver’s shoulder/the crook of their neck while hugging them. (from Carol to Rick)

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── «« ꜱᴏᴍᴇʜᴏᴡ, ʀɪᴄᴋ ꜰᴏᴜɴᴅ it odd to discover just how much he missed carol. he'd been away for ... how many years had gone by since he blew the bridge up? he wasn't totally certain. but did it matter? he didn't really think so. not that he was back here with his friends, his family, the place he had called home for so long. of course, the painful memories still stuck with him through it all ; he just so happened to pass by carl's grave on his way back to the house with carol, and he lost track of how many minutes he spent leaning over the patch of dirt that had started to grow over with the greening grass of spring, even though carol had invited him to take all the time he needed. it still HURT, losing his son like that, but being near him like this was still comforting in its own way.

inside, as the man approached his old spot on the couch, carol approached him, with her crossed arms and pursed lip, blue eyes meeting blue. he knew what that look meant ; something was on her mind, something she was concerned or worried about. before he could ask her, though, she approached him, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder, almost rocking him back and forth as if she wanted to comfort him. he wondered if this was about carl ; she had been with him as he passed his grave, after all, and being the highly emotionally RECEPTIVE person that she was, he assumed she just wanted to comfort him. she never got the chance to do so, given the events following his loss ... defeating the saviors, chasing down the walker herd, keeping tabs on this new group called the whisperers they had just heard about ... but she didn't need to worry.

he was all right. in her arms, here, in this house, he knew he'd be okay.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead​ whispered:  ❓(from Carol to Rick)

ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʀᴜꜱᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ?  ❝ with every fiber of my being. ❞

ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ?  ❝ not at all. ❞

ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ?  ❝ absolutely.  i’ve done it before, ‘n i’d gladly do it again if it meant keepin’ her safe. ❞

ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ?  ❝ no.  but if god forbid she got bit, i’d volunteer t’put her down.  it’s gotta be someone y’love. ❞

ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ?  ❝ definitely. ❞

ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴀᴛᴛʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ?  ❝ of course.  how d’you explain everythin’ we’ve been doin’? ❞

ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴅɪꜱɢᴜꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ?  ❝ no.  maybe with some of th’things she’s done, even if it’s been fer th’greater good, but never with her as an individual. ❞

ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀ ᴅᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ?  ❝ of course. ❞

ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ?  ❝ absolutely.  i’ve done it before, ‘n i’d gladly do it again. ❞

ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴛʀᴀʏ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ?  ❝ i’ll try my damndest not to. ❞

ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ’ꜱ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ɪꜱ ...  ❝ her growth.  ‘m still amazed at how much she’s changed over th’years.  she’s like a hot-blooded warrior now, n’ honestly?  it’s pretty HOT. ❞

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜꜱᴇ ᴅɪꜱʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ɪꜱ ...  ❝ nothin’ immediately comes t’mind when i think about this, if i’m bein’ perfectly honest. ❞

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@wexarethewalkingxdead​ whispered:  ♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss. (from Carol to Rick)

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── ««     ʜᴇ  ᴡᴀꜱ  ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ   happy  to  see  carol  again.   after  their  separation  about  six  years  prior  as  a  result  of  his  desperate  attempt  to  save  his  home,  his  friends,  and  his  family  from  an  impending  walker  herd,  more  dangerous  than  any  one  he  had  seen  or  come  across  before,  he  had  tried  so  many  times  to  get  back  into  contact  with  everyone  that  he  had  lost.   of  course,  without  technology  or  the  internet,  the  task  was  more  difficult  and  TAXING  than  he  was  prepared  for,  but  after  sending  countless  letters,  tossing  bottles  into  the  river  so  it  would  be  washed  downstream  and  out  to  sea,  someone  must  have  recognized  his  desperate  call  for  help,  and  he  was  taken  to  the  very  center  of  where  all  the  communities  intersected  with  one  another.   turn  in  one  direction  and  travel  that  way,  he’d  end  up  in  one  that  he’d  know  of.

     he  hadn’t  been  aware  of  the  commonwealth’s  existence  prior  to  his  departure.   upon  discovering  it,  though,  it  was  a  lovely  little  community  that  had  managed  to  bring  back  money  and  computer  technology  not  existing  in  alexandria.   here  he’d  find  carol,  judith,  and  everyone  he  left  behind,  as  well  as  a  few  newcomers  that  showed  up  after  his  disappearance.   an  evening  dinner  with  carol  sounded  PERFECT  ;   he  had  missed  her  cooking,  and  it  was  as  delicious  as  ever.   he  decided  to  lay  on  the  bed  as  she  showered,  soaking  in  the  comfort  of  the  little  room,  but  he  found  himself  filled  up  with  that  familiar  excitement  when  she  emerged,  dressed  in  nothing  but  a  smock  that  resembled  a  strapless  bathing  suit.   his  heart  rate  quickened  as  she  straddled  him  on  the  bed,  a  smirk  crossing  her  face,  and  he  sighed  internally,  pleasure  and  relief  washing  over  him  when  their  lips  collided.   he  held  on  for  several  seconds,  cupping  her  cheeks  and  pressing  his  chest  up  against  hers.   he  MISSED  this  sensation,  and  he  wanted  to  cling  onto  it  forever,  now  that  they  were  finally  reunited.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead​ whispered:  [ brush ] — sender teasingly brushes hand under the receiver’s shirt (from Carol to Rick)

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── ««     ꜱʜᴇ  ᴊᴜꜱᴛ  ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ   help  herself  from  putting  her  hands  on  him  whenever  she  was  in  his  presence,  now,  could  she?   it  wasn’t  like  he  cared  very  much,  though  ;   her  touch  always  SOOTHED  him,  put  him  in  a  solid  and  secure  state  of  mind.   but  this  time,  there  was  something  a  lot  more  insistent  about  the  way  she  touched  him,  her  fingernails  skittering  along  his  skin  in  a  teasing  manner,  making  him  shiver  and  almost  double  over.   the  overly  TICKLISH  sensation  became  too  much  for  him  to  handle  very  quickly,  and  he  scooted  away  and  out  of  her  grip,  giving  a  soft  chuckle  that  was  mostly  urged  from  him  at  the  fingers  along  sensitive  skin.   ❝ hey,  now  ...  don’t  y'think  that’s  a  little  much? ❞   he  teased.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead​ whispered:  26. "You can't even imagine the thoughts I have about you" "show me" (to Rick from Carol)

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── ««     ᴛʜᴇ  ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ'ꜱ  ᴛᴏɴᴇ   was  quiet,  hushed,  yet  rick  could  still  sense  an  urgency  in  it,  almost  a  desperate  want  in  the  way  she  spoke  about  him  and  the  things  she  wanted  to  do  with  him.   he  stayed  close  to  her,  their  foreheads  PRESSED  together,  the  hot  breath  of  the  other  against  his  cheeks  and  her  breath  rate  increasing  with  the  way  their  bodies  moved  together,  a  slow  sway  by  the  window  with  the  late  afternoon  sunlight  dappling  their  bodies  and  the  sheets  of  the  bed.   rick’s  hands  traveled  sensually  along  carol’s  sides,  up  and  across  her  shoulder  blades  until  they  rested  at  the  nape  of  her  neck,  his  lips  pressed  against  hers  softly.

     ❝ ...  show  me  ... ❞   he  breathed  out  hotly,  his  fingers  reaching  behind  her  to  unhook  her  bra,  heat  COURSING  through  him  and  all  the  way  to  his  groin  as  he  pulled  her  on  top  of  him  onto  the  bed.   he  grunted  softly  as  she  latched  onto  his  hips,  and  he  tilted  his  head  back  with  a  sigh  as  he  let  her  do  her  thing,  excitement  filling  him  up  from  head  to  toe.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead whispered: [ grope ] — sender feels up receiver’s ass (from Carol to Rick)

oddly specific sensual touches.

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── «« his eyes were fluttering open and closed, the sponge in his hand slowing down as he attempted to just get through the dishes he had dirtied making dinner. it was a new recipe, one that somehow seemed so simple but used every single ingredient under the sun, and it was very good, but it had dirtied almost every pan, every measuring spoon they had in the kitchen.

thankfully, carol knew exactly what to do to perk him up a bit. as he placed the last big pan in the drying rack, he felt something graze across his bottom. the sensation lingered for about three seconds, before it became a firm grip, five fingers digging into the sensitive flesh of his ass. he bit down on his lip to stop a groan from falling out, and he felt himself flushing darkly as he looked over his shoulder to meet carol's mischievous blue gaze.

he smirked at her, leaning over to softly graze his lips along her cheek. ❝ yer in a mood, huh? ❞ he whispered hotly against her ear. ❝ just a few more minutes ... 'n i'm gonna take you upstairs n' show you somethin' special ... ❞

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@fxntasmagoria​ whispered:  “ i can tell something’s bothering you. ” - from Negz to your loudest muse!

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── ««     ᴛɪʀᴇᴅ  ʙʟᴜᴇ  ᴇʏᴇꜱ   blinked  up  to  the  larger  man.   it  wasn’t  like  he  was  wrong  ;   he  hasn’t  really  been  himself  as  of  late.   he  was  a  lot  more  reserved,  a  lot  less  talkative,  less  insistent  on  giving  orders  than  he  usually  was.   but  what  was  legitimately  SURPRISING  was  how  much  negan  seemed  like  he  cared,  or  at  least  he  was  trying to.   it  was  truly  humorous  to  him,  and  he  couldn’t  stop  himself  from  chuckling  out  loud,  turning  his  head  to  the  side  to  look  directly  into  the  other’s  hazel  eyes.   brows  furrowed,  and  he  frowned.   ❝ ... since  WHEN  did  you  care  ‘bout  me  like  that? ❞   he  huffed.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead whispered: [ brush ] — sender teasingly brushes hand under the receiver’s shirt (from Carol to Rick)

an extremely self-indulgent physical contact/tickly prompt collection.

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── «« the man hadn't heard carol enter his home ; he was busy finishing up some of the dishes he had forgotten to get done the previous night. it was funny ... she always seemed to sneak up behind him whenever he was busy working on chores. he only noticed her when he felt a tingling sensation slipping up against his bare skin, as if a hand was wiggling its way underneath his shirt, but as soon as he felt the coldness of bare fingers, he jolted away from the touch.

carol was a sneaky one. he never knew when she'd be in the mood for some mischief, or if she was planning some kind of prank on him, or if she simply just wanted to tease him for the hell of it. which was what it felt like this time ; she decided to come up behind him, wiggling her fingers along an area that was admittedly highly sensitive, and when she reached out to touch him again, he wiggled out of the way, watching her face twist up in amusement.

❝ ... you scared me, ❞ he chuckled lightly, trying to push the thought of his reaction to the back of his mind. nevertheless, there was still a heat that flooded through him, burning him up with embarrassment from the inside.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead whispered: Carol moved toward Rick, smirking as she did so. All she was wearing was an apron and carrying a small cake that read, "Happy Birthday, Rick! Pick one: the cake or me?"

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── «« it was quite a nice surprise, having the other approach him with such a sweet gift. it was a personal-sized cake, ( supposedly ) enough for just him, but the message on it made him laugh out loud. it was a hearty laugh, one that he doesn't think he's made in weeks, months, hell, perhaps years at this point, he honestly had no idea ; it seemed as though carol's humor never failed her or the people around her. it was funny, how a seemingly so-guarded woman who kept her emotions trapped behind lock and key, never revealed her humorous side until that special day of an important person in her life approached.

well, to be fair, it was carol's lucky day. as much as he appreciated a sweet treat from time to time, he admittedly didn't have too big of a sweet tooth. he took the cake from her and placed it on the counter to his left, before wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply. he hoped that alone made his decision crystal-clear.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead whispered: “  you have my heart in your hands. be gentle with it.  ” (from Carol to Rick)

softer prompts.

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── «« he couldn't help but chuckle lightly at her words ; when did the great carol peletier say something so cheesy? he remembered how helpless she seemed when he first met her, how she seemed like she constantly needed help, but ever since then, she'd shown a lot of growth, perhaps the biggest, most impressive growth he had ever seen from one person ... but she never, ever seemed like the kind of person to say something like that.

nevertheless, it was sweet. he's met so many kind, amazing people who've helped him and his family get through the worst days the world had probably ever seen. perhaps her words rung true for every relationship he's made, every person he's held dear to his heart. everyone was practically made of glass these days, and they'd be absolutely broken, gutted, if anything out of the ordinary would strike. but hard times was what made them stronger. nevertheless, he'd take her words, guide her hand over his heart and smile at her to seal the promise. he'd take care of her, handle his heart with care, just as she did with his, just as he'd done for so many others, and just as so many others had done for him and his family, and everyone that he held dear.

he had to keep that promise. for her. for all of them.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead whispered: ❝  aw,  baby.  it’s cute when you’re jealous.  ❞ (from Carol to Rick)

jealous, fiercely protective & territorial prompts.

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── «« ... wait a moment ... did those words seriously just come out of her mouth? after the way she had so clearly been looking at the group of older men around their age, joking with them, laughing with them ... touching them ... it made some kind of fire burn underneath his skin, and he couldn't help but pull her to the side, pretending that there was something wrong that he needed help with. he tried to hide it, so very desperately, but by now he should have known better than to try and fool her ; she could see right through him as if he were made of glass.

❝ 'm-'m not, ❞ he stammered, shaking his head as he attempted to hide the true depth of his feelings in the tone of his voice. god, he hated being this way ... hated how he got in the way of her interactions with others, even if it did mean making sure that she wasn't being flirtatious with others.

... perhaps he was being too controlling. god, he really hated himself right now.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead whispered: ❝ you hogged the covers all night last night. ❞ (from Carol to Rick)

bed & sleepy prompts.

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── «« tired blue eyes blinked open at the sound of the familiar voice, and he nearly woke with a start as he noticed a silhouette in front of him. it was only then that the voice and the shape of the figure registered in his mind ; it was only carol, and teasing him first thing in the morning, at that. he gave a tired sigh, rolling back over onto his back. every time he got together with someone, the thought to tell them about his wacky sleeping habits, including tossing and turning and unconsciously tugging the blankets over himself as he did so, seemed to always slip his mind.

his sigh was quickly replaced with a chuckle, and he pulled the upper edge of the comforter over his chest before turning his head to look straight into her eyes. ❝ 's a queen sized bed. maybe we gotta upgrade 'n get a king, just in case. ❞ was he pulling her leg by not acknowledging what he did and promising that he'd do better? ... maybe. just maybe.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead​ whispered:  😏😏😏 (for Rick)

ʙɪᴛɪɴɢ & ʟɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ.  there are few words to describe just how much rick loves the feeling of his partner’s mouth and tongue on his skin. it’s extra intimate to him and to him it’s a sign of trust, and trust is massively sexy for him.

ʜᴀɴᴅᴄᴜꜰꜰꜱ.  he’s into being both cuffing and being cuffed, but to him there’s something extra sexy about there being restrained just a bit during sex.

ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ.  he’s also into experimenting with how things feel during sex and how direct exposure to certain temperatures, particularly through using things like wax or ice, can play a role in sexual stimulation.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead whispered: 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐇   𝐎𝐑   𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒  (to Rick from Carol)

smash or pass?

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── «« ❝ ... are you kiddin'? smash, hands down. ❞ he blinks up at her, eyes twinkling mischievously.

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@wexarethewalkingxdead whispered: ❝ i’m definitely not ticklish anymore, i was when i was younger but i’ve outgrown it – do NOT. ❞ (to Rick from Carol)

an extremely self-indulgent physical contact/tickly prompt collection.

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── «« ... really? did she seriously expect him to not test it when she put it like that? he had previously been busy helping her take her coat off ; it had been a long day, and he wanted to help her out with something small yet so significant. he had accidentally brushed against her bare side, however, and she had visibly flinched, and he could tell that she had tensed up and that something bothered her due to the way she moved. it didn't take long for him to put the pieces together ... he knew the sides, especially the fleshy parts at the bottom, were naturally highly sensitive, because the organs under there didn't have any protections from bones.

he found himself smirking, and he knew she could tell what he was thinking, made apparent by her deadpan comment. she must have seen his hand creeping up behind her as well, which he thought would be right in her blind spot, but she was definitely put on the spot by both his movements and her own comment. ❝ then don't tell me about it, ❞ he teases with a smirk. ❝ you think i won't try it? ❞

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@wexarethewalkingxdead whispered: ❝ Do you want to join me in my blanket fort? ❞   (from Carol to Rick)

affection sentence starters.

»» ──────ஓ๑☠๑ஓ ────── «« brows furrowed in admitted confusion, at first frowning as his gaze scanned the rather well-put-together blanket fort in his living room. it stretched into a smile after a few moments ; he honestly had no idea that carol had such a playful, childlike center, and she was showing it to him? was there any end to the woman's mystery?

he chuckled, ducking down underneath the blanket strewn over the ottoman and tucked between the folds of the couch, gently scooting over the blanket-strewn floor carefully so as to not drag it along with him ; he wanted to keep everything in place, for it appeared that carol put a lot of work into this. the air didn't feel as restrictive as he remembered ... carl used to build blanket forts all the time in the living room, and he had his arm twisted to and fro by both his son and lori to go into it, but he couldn't stay longer than a few minutes due to the air feeling like it was going to suffocate him. but now ... somehow, it felt a bit different, like he could actually breathe.

he laid on his back with a hefty sigh, staring up at the blanket ceiling, watching the light dance over the white fabrics. ❝ ... this is a very adult thing t'do, ❞ he teased, reaching over to playfully shove at her knee.