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FUN IN THE BARN

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N - VERY SURPRISING DROP, SORRY I HAVENT POSTED IN A WHOLE MONTH😭 lowkey boring smut but 🤷‍♀️. I really wanna write some jaw dropping, horny ass smut soon so give me ideas :)

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you and Carl go out to check out a barn for food for Alexandria, and things get a little… heated. And somehow, Daryl knows????

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, use of Y/N, unprotected P in V

AGED UP CARL

The sun hung low in the sky, casting an orange glow across the landscape as Carl and you trudged through the overgrown field towards the old barn. Alexandria's supplies were dwindling, and this place was our last hope for finding food before nightfall.

"I can't believe Rick agreed to send us out this late," you grumbled, your bow and quiver bumping against your back with each step. "It's almost sundown."

Carl glanced over at you, his almond-shaped eyes filled with determination. "We'll be fine, Y/N. We've done this plenty of times before."

You nodded, not wanting to dwell on the possibility of running into walkers. Especially with Carl. Ever since you’d met Carl on your farm when he got shot, he'd grown into a handsome young man - tall, lean, with a chiseled jawline and messy black hair that constantly fell into his face. And those eyes... you caught myself staring more than once.

Focus, Y/N.

You guys reached the barn, its wooden walls weathered and worn. Carl kicked open the door, his hand resting on the hilt of his gun. "Let's make this quick."

You followed him inside, your heart pounding in your chest. The musty scent of old hay filled the air. Rays of fading sunlight streamed through cracks in the walls, illuminating dust particles floating through the space.

Carl began searching through the dusty corners while you climbed up to the loft, scanning for anything edible. You spotted a few cans tucked away and reached for them, your foot catching on a loose board. You stumbled forward, your hand gripping the edge of the loft to catch yourself.

Suddenly, Carl was there, his strong arms wrapping around your waist to steady you. "Careful," he murmured, his breath hot against your ear.

You turned to face him, your bodies pressed close. His eyes darkened as they met yours, full of unspoken desire. Your pulse quickened, a rush of heat spreading through you.

"Carl..." you whispered, your lips just inches from his.

He closed the gap, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. You melted into him, your fingers tangling in his hair as your tongues danced. He pushed you against the wall of the loft, his hands roaming over your curves.

You gasped as he kissed a trail down your neck, his lips and teeth leaving a path of fire in their wake. "We shouldn't..." you breathed, even as you arched into his touch.

"We will," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "I want you, Y/N. I've wanted you for so long..."

He crashed his mouth back to yours as he hiked up your shirt. You fumbled with the button of his jeans, desperate to feel him. Your clothes fell away until you both were skin against skin, touching and exploring every inch of each other.

Carl lifted you effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist as he thrusted into you. You cried out, your head falling back as he filled you completely. He started a steady rhythm, each stroke hitting that perfect spot inside you.

"Yes," you moaned, your nails digging into his shoulders. "Don't stop..."

He captured your mouth again as he drove into you harder, faster. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, lost in pleasure. You could feel your release building, the coil winding tighter and tighter.

"Y/N," Carl groaned against your lips. "Come for me..."

His words were your undoing. You shattered around him, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over you. He followed seconds later, burying his face in your neck as he found his own release.

You two stayed locked together, catching your breath in the fading light. Carl pressed a soft kiss to your lips before carefully setting you back on my feet.

"We should probably head back," you said reluctantly, already missing the feel of him inside you.

He nodded, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "We'll have to do this again sometime."

You grinned, straightening your clothes. "Oh, I'm counting on it."

You guys gathered what supplies you two could find and made your way back to Alexandria under the cover of darkness. As you slipped inside the gates, Daryl stepped out of the shadows, a knowing smirk on his face.

"Have fun in the barn?" he asked, his tone full of innuendo.

You felt your cheeks heat but kept walking, Carl chuckling behind you.

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only for me! (AndpossiblyADULTchandlerriggsandgraysonhawthroneandjeremiahfisher🤫)

yes!

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🧸ྀི

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Ultraviolence, 2014

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when Judith said she was forgetting Rick and carls voices an angel died

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carl grimes is so lana del rey, (idk how to explain but if you get it, you get it.) chandlers beauty is unreal 😣

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It’s actually a struggle😔

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Ate DOWN😨 (not mine, credit to the actual editor on TikTok)

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CARL GRIMES X FEM!Y/N AESTHETIC

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I js wanna be someone’s rockstar girlfriend😔

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hey guys, PLEASE give me recommendations to write (can be smut, and doesn’t have to be Carl, and Lowkey want to write smut)

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TENSION PT. 2

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N - lowkey improved in smut (guys don’t judge I guess I was feeling real freaky while writing this😭)

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - after you and Carl finally kiss, the tension just grows… and grows

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - smut, lowkey boob kink, use of Y/N, use of “good girl”, lowkey just kinky, unprotected p in v, kinda rough smut, rushed and fast paced writing, kinda detailed

AGED UP CARL

Carl's hands roamed your body, one sliding up your back to tangle in your hair, the other gripping your hip possessively. You responded in kind, your fingers curling into his shirt, tugging him even closer. The kiss deepened, turning sloppy and desperate, tongues tangling, teeth clashing. The feverish need that had been simmering between you for so long finally boiled over, and you both surrendered to it fully.

Your hands slid under his shirt, feeling the hard planes of his abdomen, the defined muscles that spoke of his strength and agility. He groaned into your mouth as your nails lightly scraped his skin, arching into your touch. In return, he yanked the hem of your own top free from your pants, his hands sliding up your sides to cup your breasts through your bra.

You gasped at the sudden sensation, breaking the kiss to lean your head back against the wall. Carl took the opportunity to trail open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat. His lips found a particularly sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder, and he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.

"Fuck," you breathed, fisting a hand in his hair. The pain-pleasure of his teeth and tongue sent sparks of heat straight to your core. You needed more. Needed to feel him everywhere.

Carl seemed to read your mind, his hands deftly unhooking your bra and pushing it up out of the way. Your nipples pebbled in the cool air, and he wasted no time in bending his head to capture one between his lips, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak.

You cried out, arching off the wall, pushing your breast further into his hot mouth. He obliged, sucking hard, before moving to lavish the same attention on the other side. Your hands scrabbled at his shoulders, trying to pull him impossibly closer.

When he finally released your nipple with a wet pop, you were panting harshly, eyes glazed with lust. Carl looked just as affected, his own pupils blown wide and dark, cheeks flushed with arousal. Without a word, he gripped your thighs and hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You automatically clung to him, arms around his neck and ankles locked at the small of his back.

He carried you over to a small table in the corner, sweeping the dust and debris onto the floor with one arm before setting you down on the rough wood. The change in position pressed his obvious arousal right against your clothed center, and you both groaned at the contact.

Carl captured your lips again in a searing kiss as his hands slid down your sides to the waistband of your pants. He paused, pulling back slightly to look at you, silently asking for permission. You nodded breathlessly, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

He popped the button on your fly and dragged the zipper down torturously slow. Hooking his fingers in the waistband of your pants and panties, he slowly peeled them down your legs along with your boots, leaving you bare before him. For a moment, he just drank in the sight of you, eyes smoldering with desire.

Then he was kissing you again, hard and hungry, his hands spreading your thighs wide as he stepped between them. His fingers found your slick folds, stroking through your arousal with deliberate slowness. You whimpered into his mouth, hips rocking forward into his touch.

"Fuck, you're so wet," he groaned, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb. "All for me."

"Yes," you panted, tilting your hips to give him better access. "Only for you."

Carl smirked at that, two fingers plunging deep into your tight heat without warning. You cried out at the sudden fullness, inner muscles clenching around the welcome intrusion. He pumped his fingers in and out at a relentless pace, curling them to hit that perfect spot inside you with each thrust.

The table creaked beneath you with every snap of his hips, the lewd sounds of your wetness mixing with your escalating moans. Your orgasm built quickly, your walls starting to flutter around his pistoning digits.

"That's it," Carl rasped, thumb flicking over your clit in time with his thrusts. "Come for me. Let me feel you."

His words were all it took to send you careening over the edge. You came with a loud cry, body shaking and hips jerking erratically as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you. Carl didn't stop, fucking you through it with those relentless fingers until you were boneless and gasping.

When you finally came down, Carl was watching you with a look of pure male satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers slowly, bringing them to his mouth to taste your essence. His low moan sent a fresh shiver down your spine.

"You taste fucking incredible," he said hoarsely, licking his lips. "But I'm not done with you yet."

A fresh rush of arousal flooded your core at his words, but Carl wasn't done proving his point. In one smooth motion, he undid his own pants and shoved them down just enough to free his straining erection.

You widened your eyes at the impressive sight. Large and thick, flushed red and leaking pre-cum from the tip. Carl caught your gaze and smirked knowingly before lining himself up with your entrance.

"Brace yourself," he said warningsly. Then he thrust forward in one powerful surge of his hips.

You both groaned as he filled you completely, your walls stretching deliciously around his thick length. He paused for a moment, letting you adjust to the sudden fullness. When you nodded that you were ready, he pulled out slowly before snapping back inside.

The table rattled with the force of his thrusts, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the small cabin. Carl gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, using his hold to pull you into every snap of his hips. You clutched at his shoulders for dear life, meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Fuck," Carl grunted above you, sweat beading on his forehead. "So goddamn tight. Feels like you were made for me."

"Just like that," you gasped out, nails digging into his back. "Don't stop."

Carl responded by angling his hips to hit that special spot inside you with each thrust. Your head thrashed against the table as your pleasure built again rapidly, so intense it bordered on painful.

"So close," you panted, feeling the telltale tightening in your lower belly. "Gonna come again."

"Yes," Carl hissed through clenched teeth, gripping your hips harder as his thrusts turned erratic. "Do it. Come on my cock like a good girl."

His dirty words pushed you over, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. You screamed your release, vision whiting out as ecstasy consumed you. Distantly, you felt Carl's rhythm falter before he was coming too, spurting hot and deep inside you with a hoarse shout.

He collapsed on top of you after, both of you sweaty and panting, still intimately joined. For a few moments, there was only the sound of your breathing evening out as you came down from your highs.

Then Carl pulled back slightly to look at you, a lazy smirk on his face. "So," he said, brushing damp hair from your forehead. "That was... something else."

You huffed a laugh, still floating in the afterglow. "Definitely something else."

He kissed you then, sweet and slow, all traces of the earlier animosity gone. There was just this new connection between you now, electric and thrilling and oh-so-right.

When he finally pulled away, he nuzzled into your neck with a contented sigh. "We should probably get dressed before someone comes looking for us."

You made a noise of agreement but didn't move, just enjoying the feeling of him still half-hard inside you. In this moment, everything else could wait - the walkers outside, the prison, all of it. Right now, it was just you and Carl, finally giving in to what they both wanted.

And you knew, without a doubt, it was only the beginning.

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TENSION

CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 A/N - hope you like it!

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you and Carl have always despised each other, but what happens when the tension builds up?

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - none

AGED UP CARL!

The world had ended, but that didn’t mean the fighting stopped. If anything, it only made people more desperate—more determined to prove they could still win at something. That was especially true for you and Carl Grimes.

You were Daryl Dixon’s daughter, which meant two things: you were tough as hell, and you never backed down from a challenge. You and Carl had been butting heads since the day you met. Whether it was hunting, scouting, or taking down walkers, everything turned into a competition. Who could shoot better? Who could track faster? Who could take down the most walkers without missing a shot?

Carl was stubborn, and so were you. To everyone else, it was just typical teenage rivalry—something to roll their eyes at while they focused on surviving another day. But to Carl, it was something else. He just didn’t want to admit it.

The truth was, the more he got to know you, the more he realized that underneath all the teasing and arguing, he actually liked you. Maybe even more than liked you. But admitting that? Not a chance.

So instead, he kept pushing you away. Picking fights. Making everything a contest. That was easier than dealing with the way his heart raced whenever you smiled—or the way your eyes burned with determination every time you aimed your crossbow, just like your father.

But then, one day in the forest, everything changed.

Carl tightened his grip on his gun as he spotted a figure through the trees. His heart skipped a beat when he recognized the familiar stance, the weapon slung over your shoulder, the way you carried yourself like you had nothing to prove—even though you always acted like you did.

Carl sighed, rolling his eyes. “What are you doing here now?”

You turned, arching a brow as you adjusted the crossbow strap on your shoulder. The sunlight filtering through the trees caught the streaks of dirt on your face, but it did nothing to dim the fire in your eyes. The same fire you always had when you looked at him.

“I could ask you the same thing, Grimes,” you shot back, shifting your weight onto one leg. “Didn’t know this part of the woods belonged to you.”

Carl scoffed, tightening his grip on his pistol. “It doesn’t. But you always seem to show up where I am. Starting to think you’re following me.”

You let out a short laugh, shaking your head. “Right. Because I have nothing better to do than chase after your sorry ass.”

The tension between you crackled like the dry leaves underfoot. It was always like this—sharp words, narrowed eyes, a constant back-and-forth that neither of you were willing to back down from. You both knew it wasn’t just about survival anymore. It was about winning. About proving something.

But what, exactly, were you trying to prove?

Carl exhaled through his nose, glancing at the trees around you. He didn’t like you being out here alone, even if you were more than capable of handling yourself. Not that he’d ever say it out loud. Instead, he nodded toward your crossbow.

“You see anything?”

“Couple walkers,” you said with a shrug, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “Took ‘em down easy. What about you?”

“Same.”

Silence settled between you, heavy but not uncomfortable. It was rare—moments like this. Moments where the competition faded, if only for a second. Carl studied you, the way the wind played with your hair, the way your fingers lightly traced the worn leather of your crossbow strap. You were tough. Strong. Maybe stronger than him in some ways.

And that scared the hell out of him.

Because the more time he spent with you, the harder it became to ignore the truth he didn’t want to face. He wasn’t just competing with you anymore.

He was falling for you.

And he was losing that battle.

Carl clenched his jaw, forcing himself to look away before his thoughts betrayed him. You were just standing there, the afternoon sun hitting your face in a way that made his stomach twist. It wasn’t fair. You weren’t supposed to get to him like this.

He cleared his throat. “You shouldn’t be out here alone.”

You scoffed. “I can handle myself, Grimes.”

“Yeah, I know you think that,” he shot back, stepping closer. His voice was sharp, but there was an edge to it—something unspoken simmering beneath the surface. “But what if you ran into more than you could take?”

You tilted your head, your eyes flickering with something unreadable. “What if you did?”

Carl took another step, now close enough that you could feel the heat rolling off him. “I wouldn’t,” he said, low and certain.

Your pulse quickened, but you refused to back down. You refused to be the first one to break. “Cocky much?”

“Confident,” he corrected, his lips twitching into a smirk. “You’d know all about that, wouldn’t you?”

You swallowed hard, refusing to let your eyes drop from his. The space between you was almost nonexistent now, and suddenly, it wasn’t just about winning anymore. The teasing had shifted into something else—something heavier.

Carl’s gaze dropped to your lips for a fraction of a second before snapping back up. He was breathing a little harder now, his hands flexing at his sides like he was fighting some internal battle.

You smirked. “Something wrong, Grimes?”

His nostrils flared. “You’re really asking for it, aren’t you?”

Your heart pounded as you took one more step, your chest nearly brushing his. “And what if I am?”

Carl inhaled sharply, his whole body tensing like a wire pulled too tight. You could see the war playing out behind his stormy blue eyes—the push and pull, the struggle between pride and something far more dangerous.

Then, before you could react, he was right there.

His fingers grazed your jaw, rough and hesitant, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to grab you or push you away. His breath was warm against your face, his lips hovering so close that if either of you moved even an inch—

A twig snapped somewhere behind you.

Both of you jerked apart instantly, hands on weapons, bodies still burning with the heat of whatever the hell had just happened.

Your pulse pounded in your ears as you locked eyes with Carl, the moment shattered but the tension still thick between you.

“We should get back,” he muttered, voice gruff. But his eyes said something else. Something unfinished.

You nodded, adjusting your crossbow, but you didn’t miss the way his gaze lingered on you for just a second longer than necessary.

This wasn’t over. Not even close.

The walk back was supposed to be uneventful. It should have been simple—just head to the prison, keep their distance, and ignore whatever the hell that moment in the woods had been.

But, of course, nothing ever went that smoothly.

The first growl came from their left. Then another from behind. Carl’s stomach dropped as he turned, eyes scanning the trees.

“Shit,” you muttered, loading your crossbow in one fluid motion.

Walkers. More than a few. Too many to take on without making noise, and making noise meant attracting even more.

“We need to move,” Carl said, already backing up.

You cursed under your breath, taking down the closest one with a quick shot. The bolt went clean through its skull, but it didn’t matter—more were closing in fast.

“Go!” Carl shouted, grabbing your wrist and yanking you into a sprint.

Branches whipped at your faces as you tore through the woods, the sound of the dead dragging after you, moaning louder, closer. Carl's heart slammed in his chest. There had to be somewhere to go—somewhere to hide—

“There!” You pointed ahead. A small, half-collapsed cabin sat just beyond the trees, its windows broken, door hanging slightly off its hinges.

Neither of you hesitated. You reached the door first, shoving it open and tumbling inside just as Carl slammed it shut behind you, barricading it with a broken chair.

For a few seconds, the only sound was your ragged breathing and the distant growls outside.

Then you turned on him. “This is your fault.”

Carl let out a short, incredulous laugh. “My fault?”

“Yes, your fault! If you hadn’t been so busy distracting me back there—”

“Distracting you?” Carl took a step closer, eyes flashing. “You’re the one who kept pushing—”

“Oh, please.” You shoved his shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make your point. “You were the one who couldn’t keep your damn eyes off me!”

Carl grabbed your wrist before you could shove him again, and suddenly, the fight wasn’t about the walkers outside anymore. The air between you was thick, charged with something electric and dangerous.

His grip tightened just slightly. “Maybe if you weren’t so damn stubborn—”

“Maybe if you weren’t so damn blind—”

Silence. Your breaths came fast, your chest rising and falling against his. His fingers were still wrapped around your wrist, his body just inches from yours. The heat between you was suffocating, and neither of you moved to stop it.

Carl’s eyes flicked down to your lips.

And just like that, the tension snapped.

His mouth crashed onto yours, all frustration and heat and weeks—months—of built-up tension finally breaking loose. You barely had time to process it before you were kissing him back just as fiercely, your hands tangling in his shirt, pulling him closer.

Carl groaned against your lips, pressing you back against the nearest wall, his hands sliding to your waist like he couldn’t stand the space between you. The fight was forgotten, lost in the rush of the moment, in the way his lips moved hungrily against yours, in the way neither of you wanted to stop.

The moans of the walkers outside faded into white noise. For the first time in a long time, survival wasn’t the only thing on your mind.

Carl pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours, his breath warm and uneven. His grip on your waist was still firm, like he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

“I hate you,” you whispered, though there was no real venom behind it.

Carl smirked, his thumb brushing against your hip. “Yeah?” His lips ghosted over yours, teasing. “Could’ve fooled me.”

And then he kissed you again, and this time, neither of you pulled away.

Hey guys got bored and wrote this, actually kinda currently hating my writing

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