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Madame Deputy Governor

Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV)

Pairing: Carol Peletier x Fem! Reader

Era: Commonwealth (post S11)

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: alcohol use, explicit language, threats of violence, smut (wlw, cunnilingus, fingers, scissoring [kinda], biting, hair pulling)

Requested by @just1alien

A/N: BEHOLD! MY FIRST EVER NOT-DARYL FIC! (okay he's mentioned, but he's not in it, I swear). Also I may or may not have popped off with this one, ngl.

Arms full of folders, chock full of the Commonwealth citizens’ latest complaints and requests, you nudge the door to the office open with your hip. Heading towards your desk, you hear the one-sided conversation your boss is having with whoever had the audacity to call her this late. You sigh, tossing half of the folders down before taking the rest into her inner office.

Behind the large mahogany desk sits Carol Peletier, the Commonwealth’s new Deputy Governor, your boss, and also one of your closest friends. She holds the phone to her ear with one shoulder while she picks at the half eaten dinner tray on her desk. She looks up at you and rolls her eyes, and you smirk.

“Okay,” she says to whoever is on the other end of her phone call. “Alright, I will look into it as soon as I can.” She pauses while the other person speaks. “I swear I will. Okay. Alright, buh bye.” She slams the phone down with a huff.

“Working late again, I see” you say, sitting in one of the cushioned chairs in front of her desk.

“Had to,” Carol sighs, dropping her face into her hands. She was clearly stressed and needed a break or to go home for the night or something.

“Mhm, I’m sure you did,” you reply sarcastically. She glares at you from over her hands, but you just smile at her. You know Carol: whenever she’s worried or sad, she throws herself into whatever work she can find. And lucky for her now, helping to run the Commonwealth gives her plenty to distract herself with.

“I did,” she says firmly, reaching for the folders in your hands.

“Nuh uh,” you say, pulling them out of her reach. “You need a break.”

“Do not.”

“Do too,” you snap, smacking her outstretched hand with a folder. “You work too hard.”

“There’s a lot of work to do,” Carol shoots back.

“It can wait,” you say, a little gentler this time. “You need to rest or relax or something before you burn yourself out.”

Carol sighs. “Daryl put you up to this, didn’t he?”

“No,” you answer quickly. Carol raises an eyebrow. “Okay yes, but still. It doesn’t make it any less true.”

Carol was right, of course. When Daryl made his decision to leave to try and find Rick and Michonne, he knew the toll it was going to take on his best friend. “Take care o’ her for me.” he said in your ear when he hugged you goodbye.

“I will, I promise,” you had told him before letting go. You and Daryl may have been unlikely friends during the end of the world, but you both knew that Carol was the glue that brought and held you two together.

The phone rings again, dragging you from your thoughts. But when Carol goes to answer it, you slam the phone back down.

“Nope, you’re done,” you tell her, forcefully. “We’re going out for drinks.”

Carol sighs at you. “But the kids-”

“-are having a slumber party with Gracie and Aaron tonight,” you cut her off, smirking. You may have called ahead to arrange for Judith, RJ, and even Dog to spend time with their friend and her father visiting from Alexandria.

You waggle your eyebrows at your friend. She glares at you, but there’s no fire behind it.

“One drink,” Carol agrees, a small smile forming on her lips.

The Commonwealth is a remarkable community in the end of the world, but one of its downfalls is that it has only one bar. So when you and Carol arrive, it is packed with citizens enjoying the first night of the weekend. It takes a good fifteen minutes before you manage to acquire two glasses of wine from the bartender and a spot near the window to enjoy them.

“Cheers!” you call, clinking your glass with Carol’s. She smiles halfheartedly before taking a long, slow sip of the red wine. “Oh come on,” you urge her, nudging her with your shoulder. “We’re supposed to be enjoying ourselves.”

“I am,” she insists. You raise an eyebrow at your friend, causing her to sigh at you again. “It’s just-”

“You miss him,” you finish for her. “You miss all of them.” As much as she tries to hide it, you see the sadness in Carol's eyes every day, especially since Daryl’s departure a few weeks ago. You take her free hand in yours. “You’re allowed to miss them, but you can’t stop living just because they’re not here.”

Carol opens her mouth to answer, but she’s quickly cut off by a man stumbling over, knocking her hand out of yours.

“Ma’am,” the apparently drunk man slurs. “I have been calling your office for weeks, trying to get a meeting with you.”

“How can I-” Carol attempts to ask the man, but he cuts her off again.

“My family and I have been stuck in that shitty apartment with no help from the likes of the governors or even you -”

“That is enough,” you say, stepping up to the man ruining your evening. “Deputy Governor Peletier is not taking business calls right now. But,” you pause to push your jacket back, revealing the knife on your belt, and slip something from your pocket. The man takes a wobbly step back, but you only pull out a business card. “If you give me a call Monday morning, I will set up a meeting with her for you next week. Sound good?”

The man stares at you in disbelief. He opens his mouth again to protest, but when you wrap a protective arm around Carol’s waist, he snatches the business card from your hand and scampers away.

“Wow,” Carol muses, watching the man disappear into the crowd. “That was impressive.”

“I learned from the best,” you murmur in her ear. She turns to you.

“Wanna get out of here?” Carol asks.

“I have more wine back at my place,” you tell her with a smirk.

This time when she smiles, it reaches her eyes, bringing a brightness to her face that you haven’t seen in a long time. The two of you quickly down the rest of your wine, and make for the exit, hand in hand.

Several hours and glasses of wine later, you and Carol sit on your couch, laughing loudly.

“So you mean to tell me,” you say, topping off each of your glasses, “that you went into that man’s house, under the guise of bringing him food, and instead threatened him at knifepoint. And what did you call him?”

“Small, weak, and nothing,” Carol replies, smirking, causing you to laugh.

“Wow,” you remark between giggles.

“What? I won’t tolerate a bully, at least not anymore,” Carol defends herself.

You sit back on the couch, watching her. “You are incredible, you know that?” you ask her.

“Oh please,” she attempts to brush you off, but you don’t allow her to.

“Really,” you insist, catching her hand in yours. “You are incredible and badass and strong…” You start to trail off when you find yourself rambling. A blush creeping up your neck, you look up at her.

Carol watches you intently. Her eyes flicker to your lips as you bumble on.

“You are kind,” you say, your voice lower now. “Loyal. Powerful.” You trail your thumb across her knuckles now, and you hear her breath hitch. “You are beautiful.”

Carol rescues you from continuing by crashing her mouth onto yours. Your hand finds its way into her short, silky curls as you pull her in even closer, your wine glasses forgotten.

She kisses you deeply, nipping at your bottom lip. You groan lowly as her hands slide underneath your tank top, trailing slowly up your sides towards your ribs. Your tongue traces her lips before she lets it slip inside her mouth, twirling her own tongue around yours. She moans into your mouth, nearly sending a shiver up your spine.

Barely breaking contact, Carol makes quick work of pulling your shirt over your head, leaving you in just your sports bra. Laying you down on the couch, she deepens the kiss, hiking your legs up around her. You fumble with the buttons of her shirt while you kiss her back fiercely, desire pulsing through your body.

When you finally get her shirt unbuttoned, you push it off her shoulders slowly, letting your kisses trail her from lips, across her sharp jawline, and down her neck to her collarbone. Carol helps you along, slipping her shirt off of her arms and tossing it across the room. Laughing, you press more kisses to her chest, sucking on the skin softly, running your fingers over the cloth of her bra.

“You know,” you say, and you quickly flip Carol over so that you’re on top, your legs straddling her hips. “Tonight is supposed to be about helping you relax.” You kiss your way down, lowering yourself to the floor. “And making you feel good.”

You pull her to her feet so that you’re kneeling in front of her, and start to undo the button of her pants.

“But-” Carol begins to protest, but you shush her when you get her pants undone and start to suck on the skin of her exposed hip. She moans, and you keep working on that spot, alternating between kissing and sucking on it as you shimmy her pants down her legs. You help her step out of them before pushing her so that she’s sitting on the couch, with you between her spread legs.

Carol pulls you in to kiss you again, and you reach behind her to unclasp her bra. You slide it down her arms before diving into her chest, taking one of her hardened nipples in your mouth while playing with the other with your free hand. Carol exhales a sigh of pleasure as you suck on the nub, pulling away just enough to blow cold air on it. She shivers, goosebumps peppering her skin. You quickly give the same attention to her other nipple, lest it feel left out.

She runs her nails up your back, eliciting a low groan from your throat. When her fingers catch under the bottom of your sports bra, you lift your arms so she can slip it off, your lips making a small “pop!” as they get pulled off of her nipple. Carol’s hands find your boobs, massaging the supple flesh of them and rolling your nipples between her fingers. You kiss her again as she does, groaning into her mouth as she pinches one of them.

Your hand slides down her soft, strong body until it reaches her panties, and you feel the wet spot of desire forming on them. Gently, you begin to rub small circles over it, and Carol moans into your mouth, catching your bottom lip with her teeth. This urges you on, and you slip your fingers into her underwear, feeling just how wet you’re making her.

Without stopping, you kiss your way down her body again until your lips reach her panties, which you grab between your teeth as you work them off of her. Carol gasps, and you chuckle as you slide them the rest of the way off of her body. Gently, you push her legs wider apart, fitting yourself between them, planting kisses on the inside of her thighs.

Sliding your arms under her legs to hold her in place, you move in to kiss her at her core. You slide your tongue into her slit, moving so very slowly from bottom to top. Carol’s breath hitches before turning into a low, sinful moan as your tongue finds her sensitive little nub. You make it your goal to pull that sound out of her again, and you take her clit into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it and gently sucking on it.

Carol’s hands weave into your hair, tugging gently. Groaning, you feel her tremble with pleasure at the vibration. You alternate between sucking on her clit and licking up and down her slit, reaching a hand up to squeeze one of her boobs. Her grip on your hair grows tighter, and she begins to grind herself onto your face, seeking out more pleasure. You let her, basking in the feel of her and the beautiful sounds escaping her lips.

With your free hand, you sneak it up between you and her body, and slip one finger inside of her. She gasps again, her back arching off of the couch. You slide your finger in and out slowly while still kissing her clit, causing her legs to close around your head. Carol grinds herself against your harder, moaning your name as her movements become more erratic before she calls out, her orgasm rushing over both her and you.

You keep fingering her through her orgasm, nuzzling your lips and nose into her core as she shakes against you. When her movements slow down, you gently slip your finger out of her, planting more kisses on her oversensitive clit and thighs.

Carol pulls you up towards her, and you kiss her deeply, your face covered in her slick but she doesn’t care. She unbuttons your pants, sliding them down your hips as soon as she gets them undone. Her hand brushes against your underwear, already drenched in your own excitement. She quickly pulls them off of you too before pulling you down to straddle her again, your dripping core meeting hers.

She grips your hips, dragging your sensitive clit across her slick mound. Pleasure shoots through your body and you push yourself down onto her, creating more friction between the two of you. You lean back, and Carol bites down on your bottom lip again as you moan, your eyes falling closed. You slip your hands into her hair, pressing your forehead to hers as the two of you grind against each other. The sounds from your pussies together are so sinful, you’re almost afraid Gabriel will come knocking on your door.

Carol slides a hand between the two of you, one finger makes small circles around your clit before sliding downward. You lift your hips slightly, and Carol inserts one finger, then two inside of you. You lower yourself onto them, groaning into her mouth at the stretch. A little pleasure, a little pain, all exactly what you need as you drop down until your core is literally in the palm of her hand.

Deepening the kiss, you pump your hips, the tips of Carol’s fingers hitting deep within you while the heel of her palm rubs against your clit. Her other hand slips around your body, grabbing a handful of your ass, helping to guide you back and forth. You grip her hair with one hand and one of her breasts with the other, grounding yourself as you get lost in the pleasure she’s giving you.

Carol fucks you with her fingers, her grip on your ass getting tight enough to bruise. Heat pooling deep in your stomach, you have to break the kiss to groan and pant into the air. Her mouth finds your neck, sucking on the skin and nibbling you with her teeth. You start to feel overstimulated, like your body is on fire, and you know you’re close to coming.

When Carol catches one of your nipples in between her lips, you’re done for: your orgasm crashes over you as you clench around her fingers. She doesn’t let up though, her fingers still pumping in and out of you as you come all over them. Her thumb slides through your mess and rubs your clit as you come down, a low moan on your lips.

She carefully helps lift your hips and slips out of you, leaving you feeling suddenly empty. You drop back down on to her, your sensitive clit twitching when you feel her. Carol kisses you again, softer this time as you both try to steady your breathing. You smile against her lips, running your fingers through her curls.

Slowly, your core aching, you climb off of her and lay on the couch, pulling her to your chest. Carol lays her head on your breasts, both of you covered in sweat and your respective orgasms. The two of you stay this way for a while, you running your nails soothingly up and down her back.

Taking her hand in yours, you pull it up to your lips and kiss across her knuckles. “I don’t know about you,” you say in between kisses. “But I need a shower.” You kiss the back of her hand. “Care to join me, Madame Deputy Governor?”

Carol purses her lips. “The kids staying at Aaron’s tonight?” she asks, lifting an eyebrow.

“Yes ma’am,” you reply, taking one of her fingertips into your mouth.

She smirks at you before jumping up, pulling you to your feet, and dragging you in the direction of the bathroom.

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anthewitch · 8 hours ago

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hiii can i request some carol x reader pretty please? touch starved reader set maybe prison era just carol being patient and gentle 🥺

Not Yet, Not Yet

Summary: When the walls and floor are nothing but cold and harsh, warmth of a new home comes from who shares it with you.

Pairing: Carol Peletier x reader

Word count: 1.2k

Additional tags: touch-starved reader, developing relationship and a whole bunch of fluff

Author's note: this took so much longer than I meant, ahh sorry for the wait 😭😭 I hope you enjoy it 🖤

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It had been a few months since the prison really began to feel like ‘home’. At first, it never did, the floor too cold on bare feet to feel like home, the walls too smothering. Cells that felt nothing like a proper bedroom. But it was safe – you could actually sleep without fear of being wakened by the dead’s appearance.

Slowly, the coldness of the prison began to warm up into something that felt like home. The bones didn’t change, no matter how much you tried to dress it up, putting worn posters on concrete walls didn’t hide what was beneath in your cell. But the warmth slowly begun to seep into the cracks, the once smothering walls feeling like home.

Little things, like shared dinners with everyone, almost like a big, happy family brought warmth. Everyone being content, safe in the shared home made it feel more like a proper home.

Carol, most of all, helped with that feeling.

It wasn’t a planned thing; one night she was complaining about the ache in her shoulder from her rifle’s kick and a few hours later, you wound up in her cell, her sitting between your legs as you helped ease that ache. A few days later, it happened again. And again. Soon enough, you just went there every night, even when there was no need to.

Countless late nights were spent in her cell with her. Whether it had a reason or not, sometimes as little as sharing well worn books and chatting about whatever was within.

Sometimes she offered for you to stay the night. You always declined.

The closeness you had come to seek out every night was comforting, but also a little overwhelming. Staying overnight felt like fiction, something that was only dreamt of between worn pages. Not something that would – or should – happen to you.But despite the answer you always gave, she kept offering. A little hopeful each night, but never pushing either.

“It’s getting late, you know,” Carol murmured. Breaking the quiet that fell between the two of you, only the quiet sounds of the others walking around outside her cell to be heard.

Heaving a sigh, you pushed yourself upright, hands on the edge of her bed. “See you tomorrow then?”

“Or you can stay,” she offered. Eyes meeting yours, expectant, a little hopeful. “There’s room for two you know,” she added, a little teasing.

“There’s barely enough room for one,” you replied with a huff. Looking around the small cell, there wasn’t much room to move around. Not without bumping into one another or without feeling like you were on top of each other.

“You really want to make the long, cold walk back to your cell?” She smirked a little, playing up the somewhat cold, albeit very short walk on bare feet to your cell just next door.

Looking over at her in surprise, you were quiet a moment, mind flooding with all sorts of wandering thoughts. You and her had grown close, closer than either of you were with anyone else, but it made you nervous.

Carol was a touchy woman. She liked having a hand on your arm, brushing a shoulder against yours when standing beside you, keeping you close when you spent your evenings together in one of your cells.

She acted similarly with a few others, comforting touches, a hug – it wasn’t something directed solely at you, but after being alone so long, all of it caught your attention. No matter how small, it never failed to snatch your attention. Maybe you just were used to being alone, the only touches harsh when fighting for survival, or maybe she really did just focus more on you.

Either way, it always left your mind a swirling mess.

She leaned back against the wall, stretching her legs out over the bed and patted the empty space beside here. “C’mere,” she urged.

As much as you knew it was for the best to go back to your cell, you were already moving back towards her on the bed.

“Guess I don’t want my feet to freeze,” you murmured. Settling down beside her, your back against the wall, she leaned back into you. Wrapping an arm around your shoulders, she pulled you into her side, not giving you a chance to overthink it or pull away.

“See?” she said, leaning in a little more to press a kiss to your temple. “Nice and warm here.”

“Starting to think this isn’t just to keep me from freezing,” you muttered, feigning annoyance only for it to be undermined as you shifted to lean into her a bit more. Resting your head against her shoulder, legs curled up against the bed.

Carol laughed, the soft sound sending shivers down your spine. “Mhm, guilty as charged.”

Her arm stayed over your shoulders as she leaned forward, kicking the edge of a blanket up enough to pull up over yours and her legs. Once the fabric settled, she turned the lantern off by her bedside, plunging the small cell into the dark. Faint hints of moonlight crept through the barred window up above the cells, the only source of light.

The rest of the night was quiet, only the sounds of the others moving in their sleep or the creak of the bed underneath you when either of you shifted. And in the morning, you woke up warm, face tucked up against her neck, arms draped over you.

Carol moved first, stretching out aching muscles underneath you. Slowly, barely moving in an attempt at not waking you – though she didn’t realize you were awake long before her.

“Morning,” you murmured, breaking the comfortable silence.

She tensed underneath you a moment, surprise flashing across her face as she looked down at yours before relaxing once again. “Morning.” She rubbed a hand over your spine, fingers light over your back. “Sleep okay?”

Nodding, you pushed yourself closer to her, the warmth of her skin against yours leaving your still sleep hazed mind a little more foggy than normal. “Yeah. You?”

“Never better,” she replied. A small smile broke out on her lips, her other hand going to your jaw. Fingers tracing over the soft skin, pulling your chin up to face her better. “It’s still early… we could stay a little longer?”

Leaning into the palm of her hand, your eyes fluttered shut. “I’d like that.”

She shifted again and before you could open your eyes again, you felt her lips on your cheek, just barely grazing the corner of your lips. Too close to not be on purpose.

Warmth flooded your cheeks, eyes opening, only to be met with her looking down at you with a teasing grin on her lips.

Breath caught in your throat, your mind wandering as she just laid back, watching. As if she knew it had sent your mind into a tailspin – all of it too much and too little at once. But before your mind could slow, a sudden burst of courage clawed at your mind – warmth was too hard to come by lately, it had to be held onto however possible.

And then you leaned upwards and kissed her properly.

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