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Tw IF YOURE NOT COMFORTABLE W THE TOPIC OF EDS PLEASE IGNORE I LOVE YOUR WORK KISS KISS Id love to see a Eugene ed/body issues comfort if you’re okay writing something like that maybe reader is struggling with feeling control since the apocalypse and wants to find control in anything or just body issue stuff

"Out of Control, Still Yours"

You hadn't eaten much that day. Or the day before. The apocalypse was good at handing out chaos like Halloween candy, but it took away the small comforts—normalcy, safety… control.

And lately, your body had started to feel like one more thing spiraling out of your grasp. You found ways to regain that grip. Skipping meals here, tightening your belt there. Small decisions that felt like victories. Until they didn’t.

You didn’t mean for Eugene to find out. But he always noticed more than people gave him credit for.

“Uh… permission to address a somewhat sensitive subject of a corporeal nature?” he asked gently one night, his voice more nervous than usual, hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt.

You blinked at him from your spot on the couch. “Uh… sure?”

“I have engaged in some pattern recognition. And the data—well, it suggests a… a worrying trend. Namely, your intake of sustenance has diminished. Severely. Statistically abnormally, I’d say. And not in a survival-rationing kind of way.”

You looked away, jaw tight. “It’s nothing, Eugene.”

“It’s not nothing. You’re not nothing,” he said quickly. “I—I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to override your autonomy or anything of that nature, I just… You mean a great deal to me. And seeing you hurt—especially by something internalized—it makes me wanna smash things. In a science-adjacent, constructive way, of course.”

You let out a choked laugh. Damn him for making you laugh right now. “It’s not about food. It’s about control.”

“I… comprehend that. At least theoretically. The world turned into a blender full of zombie guts. Sometimes the only thing that feels like it’s yours is… your body. Or the lack of it.” He stepped closer, carefully, like you might break. “I used to hate mine too. Still do, on off days. Thought it made me weak, ridiculous. Didn’t help that my physique resembled an undercooked breadstick and I had all the charisma of a wet sock.”

You snorted softly, and Eugene looked emboldened. “But Corinne… she told me my body was strong. Capable. Deserving. Even if it didn’t look like some comic book cover. And I believe her. Because she sees me. And I see you.”

He knelt in front of you, his blue eyes earnest and stormy with concern. “You don’t have to earn rest. Or food. Or care. Not from me. Not from anybody. You’re allowed to just… be. And I know control is hard to give up. But maybe we can share it, like a science experiment. One variable at a time. Together.”

Silence stretched between you like a held breath, heavy but not suffocating.

“Together sounds okay,” you whispered.

“Okay,” he said. Then added, “Also, I made you soup. And I cut the carrots into tiny stars because apparently that’s my coping mechanism now.”

You smiled, despite the weight in your chest. “You’re such a dork.”

“I prefer ‘culinary astronomer,’ but I’ll accept dork.”

Bonus:Eugene's Soft Apocalypse Support Protocol™:

1. Starts “accidentally” complimenting you every time you pass by

“You’re exhibit A in my thesis on post-apocalyptic beauty. Also, you smell vaguely like cinnamon and heroism.”

2. Creates a coded journal just for you

It’s titled something like “Operation: Hotness Recovery & Confidence Restoration, Vol. 1” and filled with quotes, jokes, observations about how amazing you are, and the occasional doodle of a muscular squirrel fighting body insecurity.

3. Builds you a little “control station” corner in the house

Organizers, labeled drawers, a planner, a checklist board… He even makes you a rotating “affirmation of the day” device with a crank handle. It clicks and delivers things like:

> “You’re not just surviving. You’re thriving with flair.”

4. Knits you a weighted vest

Okay, maybe “crochets with improvised leather straps” is more accurate, but it helps you feel grounded, and he says it’s "custom calibrated to calm human nervous systems with max comfort and minimum itch."

5. Makes weird but weirdly helpful metaphor charts

He explains how the human body isn’t an enemy—it’s the vehicle you ride into battle. He draws your “battle mech” on graph paper. There are flames. There’s a mini you piloting it with sunglasses on. It's adorable.

6. Leaves you random food shaped like hearts or stars

You once found a perfectly carved potato wedge with a smiley face etched in mustard. He pretended it was “pure coincidence,” but he’s got a whole folder labeled Emotional Snacks Strategy.

7. Listens—without fixing (unless you ask)

He learns quickly when to offer science and when to just shut up and let you cry into his shoulder while he holds you like you’re the last good thing in the world.

8. Does self-deprecating confessionals to make you laugh

“I once spent six weeks convinced my ears were uneven and wore a headband to bed to ‘realign them.’ So. We’re all fighting stupid battles in this war, darlin’.”

9. Draws a body outline on a wall with affirmations written in marker

He adds one every day. “This shoulder helped carry Glenn’s gear,” “These legs kicked in a door and saved Rosita,” “This belly held laughter when we thought we’d never feel joy again.”

10. Asks if you want to train or just yell

“I have both weapons and pillows prepared. We can rage into the void or I can let you smack a dummy labeled ‘societal standards.’ Your call.”

11. Replaces your old mirror with a “magic” one

He tapes messages around the edges like:

> “Objects in mirror are more badass than they appear.”

“This reflection survived the literal end of the world.”

12. Refers to your body as “combat-optimized organic armor”

“You ain’t soft—you’re strategically padded for comfort, endurance, and aesthetic superiority.”

13. Shows you his own insecurities

He opens up about the things he hated about himself before the end of the world—his social awkwardness, his cowardice—and how you helped him see he was worth more.

14. Says “I love you” without using those words every day

Sometimes it’s “You’re my statistical anomaly.”

Sometimes it’s “Don’t go into that supply run without gloves.”

Sometimes it’s just a cup of coffee, a soft forehead kiss, and a look that says everything.

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Eugene being protective would include...

Eugene is not the strongest or the bravest, but he will do anything he can to protect you.

This surprises most people as it doesn't intially appear that way

But he protects you in ways that may go unnoticed

After everything that went down at Terminus and the Church, you became rather withdrawn, and often don't like to talk to people.

Once you get to Alexandria, people are quick to assume that you want to talk. But he knows better, often steering the conversation away from you or outright telling people he doesn't want to talk.

If there is only a limited amount of food left, he gives his share to you.

Eugene will make things for you, like gadgets or show you how to make things that are useful in order to cheer you up when you're feeling down

He is also protective of you physically. He may not be the best fighter, but he will do everything in order to make sure you safe.

Walkers, people or even an angry rabbit, he'd do his best to fight them off. Often with your help, but he wouldn't dare let you go first.

Overall, he is a cutie who will protect you emotionally and physically.

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Popsicle

just some povs of how Walking Dead characters would react to you sucking on a popsicle 👅

Daryl:

Set during prison era.

The sun is hot today and shining beautifully. You find a stash of ice lollies in the kitchen freezers and hand them out to everyone. Everyone enjoys the sweet fruity taste. You plonk yourself on the bench sitting next to Carol opposite Daryl. You start to lick the fruity treat from the bottom to the top. Making mmm sounds as you taste it. A bit trickles down your chin onto your neck leading down to your cleavage, you fail to notice. But Daryl definitely does notice. You don’t feel his eyes on you but they are focused solely on what your mouth is doing to the ice lolly as now you have taken to sucking it, hell sucking the whole thing. Daryl can feel his trousers getting tight as he grows hard imagining you sucking his dick and moaning around it. He imagines how you would hallow your cheeks to take more of his dick in your mouth. How you would tease him. How he would struggle not to blow of load into your mouth straight away. How his fingers would intwine in your hair moving you back and forth, making you take all of him in at once. His piercing blue eyes stuck on you as you finish the lolly. You sigh happily as you lick the finally juices off your fingers. Looking up and seeing Daryl looking at you a way you’ve never seen before, his cheeks quickly turn a shade of pink not from the sun. He quickly looks away and leaves the table, walking away awkwardly and fast. Your eyes follow him confused. You turn to Carol whose just smirking to herself and gently chuckling. ‘What?’ You ask feeling confused. She turns to you? ‘Y/N did you not realise what you just did to the man?’ You shake your head. ‘Well let’s just say if I was a man and saw you eating the popsicle like that. I would of wanted to be the dang thing.’ She says wriggling her eyebrows in a suggestive way. Daryl didn’t even eat his. It was now a puddle on the table.

Eugene/Abraham:

Set during Alexandria era before savouries.

Yourself, Eugene, Abraham and Rosita share a lovely house in Alexandria. You’ve all settled in nicely and just finished a lovely home cooked meal made by yours truly. For desert you have managed to found some popsicles, Rosita didn’t want one she had not long come back from a day of hunting and was exhausted so decided to go to bed. You pass one to Abe and Eugene as you sit down on the sofa in between the pair. As you suck on the refreshing treat you start to talk about your day and what you had done. Not realising the men both watching your mouth very closely. Yes Rosita was Abraham’s girlfriend however he could not help but watch your lips around the ice treat. He noticed it made you get goosebumps all over your skin causing your nipples to get hard under your tank top, braless as usual. ‘Right well it’s getting late. I’m gonna head up to bed.’ Abraham left before either of you could reply. You turn to Eugene, ‘Wonder why he left so quickly. He didn’t even have his ice pop’ you say as you lean over the sofa to reach it causing your skirt to lift up and expose your knickers to Eugene. ‘Oh well. More for us’ you say turning to him with a smile. You notice Eugene is looking a bit hot and red in the face. You lean closer and being your hand to his forehead, he visibly gulps as he feels your gentle touch. As you open your mouth to talk a noise from upstairs stops you. You move back and smile awkwardly. ‘Well I guess why we know he went upstairs’ you say laughing as you hear Rosita’s moans above. Eugene was getting even harder now. The noises from above did not help, your lips sucking the treat, your hard nipples he also noticed, the exposed panties he saw. He was gonna explode. ‘You okay?’ You ask Eugene as you start to suck Abraham’s ice pop. ‘In all honest Y/N I also need to go. This situation is too much for me. Thank you for the ice popsicle but I will have to decline it.’ He stands up as your eyes flicker, you notice his hands covering the front of his shorts. You make a O shape with your mouth as you realise. ‘Don’t feel uncomfortable Eugene. It’s normal, especially since she’s so fricken loud and beautiful.’ You say with a reassuring smile as you stand. ‘You have miscalculated the situation in hand. Well in my hand to be exact. As you are correct about Rosita. She did not do this to me.’ Eugene says matter of factly. Just like Abraham he’s gone quicken before you can reply. You stood there confused by this whole evening so you decided to go after Eugene and ask what the hell he was talking about. You marched up towards his room and was about to knock on the door when you heard an unfamiliar sound. You pressed you ear to the door. ‘Y/N’ you heard Eugene moan your name. You heard fast movements along with moaning and groaning. Fuck. He was wanking. To you. Not Rosita. You couldn’t help get turned on by the sounds from Eugenes room. You left quietly and quickly to your room, as you walked towards your bedroom door the bathroom door opened and a topless Abraham stood in front of you. He gave you a quick wink before returning to his shared room.

Would you like to see me do this for any other characters? x

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You don't know me

Eugene Porter x Female!Reader

A/N: I love Eugene and I don't see that much written for him so hoping to find fellow Eugene lovers! Also considering writing a part two for this, and you'll see why

Tags: Mainly fluff but underlying angst, Season 5 (the truth hasn't come out yet), spoilers for Season 5, use of y/n

Word Count: 450

The bookshop was freezing and so much so that y/n was shivering, after failing to go to sleep for so long, she decided to go to the 'common area' they had set up. She thought she would be the only one, but Eugene was there, looking into the tiny fire in the tin can.

"Hey," she said. He looked up surprised anyone else was up.

"Hello, I didn't know anyone else was awake." "Neither did I." She sat beside him, closer than usual. She didn't really notice, most likely because she was cold, but Eugene did. His heart began to beat. She was beautiful, anyone could see that, so whenever she sat near him, he could feel his face heating up and his hands becoming clammy.

"It's cold, couldn't sleep." She said after a few moments of silence, both of them looking into the fire. He didn't respond, he couldn't say why he was awake. The guilt and anxiety as they got closer to DC was consuming him.

"Why don't you sit closer to fire? That way you'll warm up faster." He said.

"I'm comfortable here. Not warm but that tiny bit of fire ain't doing much anyways." She then leaned her head on his shoulder. He froze. Did she pass out? He couldn't move. "Relax, Eugene, I ain't gonna hurt you."

"I'm aware of that. Just worried as we don't know each other that well an-"

"Eugene, I know enough about you."

They sat there for a minute, Eugene still frozen, but now from fear rather than shock - his heart racing for a whole different reason.

"You don't know me." He tried to get up to walk away, but she held his hand, and he looked at his feet. He's clearly upset, tears prickling his eyes.

"It doesn't matter what you've done, you're here now with us. You're one of us, Eugene." She stroked the back of his hand, gently, "We've all done...stuff. Stuff we ain't proud of."

Eugene nodded, but he knew she didn't understand the gravity of his fear. But her, gently stroking his hand calmed him slightly. Her head went back to his shoulder.

"I need to tell you something." Eugene's voice was serious and y/n pricked her head up looking him in the eyes. This made Eugene falter, he couldn't tell her, he wanted to, but he knew he was too cowardly to say. "Nevermind...it's not important."

"Okay," She leaned over to him and kissed his cheek before her head fell down back onto his shoulder. He smiled but it wavered quickly. He knew he would have to say something soon but he just needed to find the right moment.

Maybe a part 2?

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Aftermath || Eugene x Reader {NSFW}

Summary: It’s been over a year since Eugene was forcibly taken to the Sanctuary. The reader, his wife, grew perturbed when he showed no interest of being taken back and looked to comforts elsewhere in her desperation and heartbreak. Eugene eventually played a integral part in undermining and overthrowing Negan and now he’s back in Alexandria, attempting to pick up the shattered pieces of his marriage. Warnings for: Infidelity, Smut, some phrasing that could be seen a suicidal talk but isn’t really sincere but jsyk. 

What should have perhaps been a blissfully happy reunion under better circumstances was, at best, awkward and painful. It had been an uncertain, stress-filled, nerve-wracking, heart-breaking year since Eugene had been spirited away the Saviors. You had begged for someone to do something, to go save him before something awful happened. Rosita and Sasha had attempted just that and you refused to believe them when they came back claiming that Eugene refused to leave. It wasn’t possible. Why wouldn’t he want to leave? Why wouldn’t he want to be back with you?

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honestly I wish we saw Eugene interact with kids more. It frustrates me that we haven’t, like, at all. I don’t think he and Carl even exchanged a word at any point. Like, I’m p sure he was a high school teacher in TV verse as well because when Abraham found him he was obviously near a school being chased by teen zombies (one of them had a backpack on their leg and their were backpacks/papers festooning the parking lot) so interacting with kids isn’t unknown to him.

I think kids would like him because he’s different, kind of weird and interesting, but knows a lot of cool things and would show them cool stuff like exploding chemistry demonstrations, but he also wouldn’t condescend to kids, he’d talk to them like equals as he does everyone, which I think kids appreciate. I know I did when I was a child.

I just want like an older Judith to ask him, “Why is your hair long in the back and short in the front? Is it because you couldn’t make up your mind?” and he’s like, “Not quite. I just like it that way.” and she’d be like, “I like it too. Can I cut my hair that way?” and he’d say, “I don’t want to speak for your father, but I somehow doubt he’d approve. You know this style is smart, and I know this style is smart, but a lot of folks don’t see it that way.” 

“Maybe it’s because they’re not as smart as you.” 

“Well, yes, objectively speaking, my IQ is higher than the average person’s. But I reckon you, too, must have a good head on your shoulders to see the merit of a Tennessee Tophat.” 

“A Tennessee what?” 

“Tophat. That’s the name of the hairstyle.”

“Oh. What’s my hairstyle’s name?” 

“I can’t rightly say. I’m sure it’d be just as well if you came up with something on your own.”

“Can I call it a pony’s mane?”

“Don’t see why not. Pulled back, it’d be a ponytail, after all.” 

“But parted in two it’s pigtails. Why do they name hairstyles after animal tails, Eugene?” 

“Now, that I couldn’t tell you. I don’t know very much about cosmetology.”

“I thought you knew everything!”

“Even the smartest people to ever live didn’t know everything. No one could. That’s the benefit of having a big group of people with different experiences and talents; everybody brings something useful to the table.”

“I wanna know how to make things explode like you do.”

“It’s just a matter of knowing your chemical reactions, what does what with what. I could teach you, if you like. I used to do that sort of thing.”   

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Hi! I saw a post you did in 2023 with Abraham and it was really good, and i was wondering if you could do another Abraham x reader, he is such an underrated character and i can barely find any good images on him.

I can try, but it's been a while since I wrote, thanks for sending the ask

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•New photos of Josh in Suits•

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What we know about Eugene after s8.e7 (also known as “TWD has been gradually showing us this but unless you were paying close attention to him, you probably wouldn’t have noticed it”)

1. Eugene suffers PTSD 2. Eugene fucking LOATHES himself  3. Eugene has gotten to the point that he needs to choke down alcohol to even sleep - he hates himself that much 4. Eugene is not malicious unless pushed beyond and past his breaking point 5. Eugene is not just a selfish robot - he has real and valid emotions 6. He wants to ensure his survival but he also wants to ensure that no one else dies either. In a way he’s being the bigger person than everyone involved in the war - despite multiple of his friends dying as a result of the war, his prime aim is to ensure innocent people don’t die.  7. Eugene has a cause that he will die for - which is ensuring innocent people don’t die 8. The reason for Eugene’s mental break down was the fact that Team Rick attacked, endangered and killed innocents.  9. Eugene has flashbacks, both visual and audible. 10. Eugene never truly turned on his family. Yes he stated he was Negan and “acted” as such, but really all he ever did to help was cover a few walkers heads in molten metal. He never made them bullets. Never gave vital information on how to take down Alexandria. He even made multiple efforts to ensure that no one from Alexandria would die. He never really did anything that would put Team Negan in the lead. It is only after the attack that went against his cause, killing innocent people and in his eyes, the worst way possible (death by walker), that he had a mental breakdown which caused him to side with Negan.

11. Even after all of that, he’s still not entirely Negan, keeping Dwight’s secret despite the intimidation and death threats Dwight dealt. 

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Restrained || Eugene x Reader {NSFW}

Anonymous asked:

Hey there! First off: your work is tha bomb!! Could you maybe please write something along the lines of Eugene x reader, not necessarily ‘first time’ but him still being very insecure+unsure and reader suggesting to him to tie her up so he won’t be as intimidated and feel more in control?

Thank you! Your wish is my command. 

Summary: Eugene is unsure of himself where this new relationship between you both is concerned and you decide maybe a bit of experimentation is in order. Idk what you call rope kink, but yeah. That. Also another cumshot happens because society has collapsed and we don’t have much in the way of birth control ok. There’s quite a bit of romantic fluff here too, so enjoy yourself. 

Another gif just bc we like his face (this one isn’t related so much as I just think he looks hot in it lmao):

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Though it’s not something you’re eager to believe, it’s hard not to think you’ve done something wrong. Or that there’s something inherently wrong here between the two of you (perhaps this latter thought is the scariest of all). You know what you feel and what you want, you had a year on the road after all to contemplate and deny and try to argue with yourself over the benefit of even accepting such a thing (because you were certain he’d never reciprocate), enough to know that you are irrevocably in love with him. 

You love his odd and complex turns of phrase, you love his straightforwardness, tell-it-like-it-is approach to things, you love that despite everything he’s always seemed completely aware of and accepting of who and what he was in a way that not many people ever achieve in their lifetime. It made the confession of his lie back on the road all the more admirable in hindsight, even if all of you at the time kind of wanted to do the same thing that Abraham actually did (a compulsion which quickly left the moment he was sprawled face-first and unconscious on the asphalt). 

Things are different now. You both have come to realize that affections are mutual and have moved along into attempting a relationship. While Eugene was the happiest you’d ever seen him when you both came to this realization and made the decision you did, things haven’t really been easy for him since. He’s awkward around you all of a sudden in a way he absolutely wasn’t when you were just very close friends. It even feels sometimes like he’s avoiding you and this…is a problem. 

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Making Bullets || Eugene X Reader (Female)

Summary: The reader pays Eugene a visit while he’s manufacturing bullets. Dirty sex happens including -spoiler- a cumshot. Ye be warned. Hopefully I characterized the reader here pretty well lmao. Very NSFW, obviously. Thanks to @eugenessix for the idea!

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You knew better than to disturb him when he was working…most of the time. The thing is, Eugene would get into a certain kind of ‘zone’ when he was really, truly focused on a task. You’d seen him in it before, when he’d be tinkering with something nearby and it was as if nothing existed in the world but him and whatever it was he was doing. It was fascinating and, for some reason, arousing.

Maybe it was the jealousy that he wasn’t paying you that level of attention, maybe it was the thought of what he could do if he was, maybe it was the general affection you felt for him that endeared you to his dedication and focus- maybe all of those things at once. Whatever the reason, you didn’t like that he wasn’t here within viewing distance, that he was instead off in that metal working shop manufacturing bullets, way, way too far away from Alexandria. 

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Helping Hand || Eugene x Reader {NSFW}

Summary: Reader sort of takes the place of Tara in the scene in Self-Help, as you come to find him watching Rosita and Abraham dancing the horizontal tango in the library and palming his crotch. Turns out, you’re a bit horny too. Casual sex, surprise BJ sort of as per @eugenessix request, a condom is actually involved this time so no cumshot for those of you getting sick of that. Uh, awkwardness? I may need to write a second parter to this. There’s some elements of voyeurism and exhibitionism here too, jsyk. 

It’s going on near midnight on one of the more trying days of your journey thus far. You’ve all made it a long way from Houston (against all odds, it would seem) but there’s still a very long way to go and Abraham gets more and more ornery by the day. Perhaps that’s why he’s currently, loudly, fucking Rosita in the middle of this library you’re all holed up in. You wonder if anyone else can sleep with all this noise going on. Granted, this isn’t the first time they’ve started going at it in a shared sleeping space, but maybe the enclosure makes the sound carry a bit more than it does outdoors. Or something.

Your night guard shift is coming up soon and this simply won’t do; not only are you unable to sleep with this going on, but you’re becoming painfully aware of the fact that it’s been awhile since you’ve gotten fucked. Maybe it’s wrong, but you’re getting simultaneously aroused and frustrated at all this and the longer it takes you to fall asleep the angrier you get. You decide there’s nothing for it but to just confront the lovers directly and ask them if there’s any remote possibility they could keep their fucking volume down. 

You slough off your musty sleeping bag and shuffle over to where they’ve barricaded themselves with bookshelves, sleepy and angry (and horny, that’s still a thing). You’re not really sure why an attempt at privacy even matters when the entire group can hear everything they’re doing. As you all but stomp over, a sight out of the corner of your eye makes you pause. There’s someone camped out near the bookshelf…and what’s more, that someone is watching them. Someone may or may not have his hand on his crotch. Someone is most definitely Eugene (you can spot that mullet in day or night). 

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Irrevocably

*Dislaimer* This is my FIRST FIC EVER. I used to do some creative writing many moons ago and thought I would try my hand on it possibly this one time (see my previous post). I hope you enjoy it this is for all my fellow Eugene lovas out there!

WARNINGS- angst, fluff/romance, smut, cursing (a little long)

It was a mild day in late November. The sun was warm in the crisp, cool air. The scent of the damp foliage around you momentarily masked the stench of death with a gentle breeze. You turned your face up toward the sun, eyes closed, basking in its warmth when Tara’s voice snapped you out of your daze.

“OK, ready to go?” She asked as you stood just outside the car door.

“Yep, let’s roll,” you say as you seat yourself inside with Tara in the passenger seat. You were looking forward to this run with her. You needed a chance to perhaps have some girl time with your bestie in the only way you could really spend time with her away from everyone else. Maybe she would be able to help you sort things out in your head. You caught Eugene’s gaze from a short distance away as he was talking with Abraham. You wanted to smile but you break eye contact and put the car into gear and head out. It had been a solid 2 months since you and he entered into a relationship and it was clear that you both adored each other, but ever since last night you’ve hardly been able to speak to him.

“So what was that about,” Tara asks with a cocked eyebrow.

“What do you mean,” you reply in an almost too-hasty manner.

“Dude, you and Eugene have been almost inseparable and now I’ve hardly seen you guys so much as talk today..and he’s been awfully quiet even with me,” she says.

You sigh and glance over at her. You and Eugene had not done anything physically intimate beyond making out, not for lack of desire, there was plenty evidence to support that he wanted it just as much as you did, but you did not want to rush him into what was clearly a source of anxiety for him. Last night was the hardest for you..you were straddling his lap in what initially was cuddling but slowly turned into a very heated make out session. Every bit of passion you held for him and he for you seemed to pour out as one of his hands dug into the back of your hair and the other wrapped tightly around your waist. You could feel his rock hard length pressing against you and it took everything you had not to fuck his brains out right then and there. As you broke from the kiss just inches away from his panting mouth he says, ‘I-I love you, (Y/N),’ for the very first time. Your eyes widen and you feel butterflies swimming in your stomach, your mouth slightly agape but before you could say anything, Abraham bursts through the door, clearly drunk (probably a result of a fight he had with Rosita).

“Aw, come on now! I don’t wanna see this shit!” He slurs at you both. You quickly climb off Eugene’s lap and in an awkward tone say,

“Um, it’s getting late, I better head back,” and quickly make your way out the front door leaving Eugene in a state of shock, unsure what to even think.

“You’re lookin’ a little too excited there, Eugene,” Abraham teased and Eugene quickly grabbed a throw pillow onto his lap to hide said excitement.

“OH MY GOD, did you guys finally have sex?!” Tara exclaimed with an anticipated grin.

“Ha! I wish..no, he told me he loves me, Tara. For the first time.” You reply. Her eyes widen and she begins to smile but her expression quickly changes.

“Is that a bad thing?? How do you feel about it?” She asked weakly.

“I love him, I’m sure of it. More than that even.. I’m irrevocably in love with him, and it kinda scares me to be honest,” you admit.

‘So what happened? Did you say it back?” She asked eagerly.

“No that’s the problem. Abe burst through the door before I could say anything and I was just sitting there, frozen, like a fucking deer in headlights…I think I hurt him.” You both remained quiet for a long moment before you continued, “Why am I so scared about this? I’m afraid now if I try to talk about it he might not want to even acknowledge it anymore or suspect its out of pity.”

“He does love you, (Y/N). He talked to me about it a couple week ago…he was afraid you would think it was too soon or too much,” Tara says.

You pull up to a small mom-and-pop shop corner drugstore and put your head on the steering wheel in defeat. “I gotta make it up to him, he deserves everything…and I know he won’t take my word alone,” you admit in frustration. You both get out of the car and cautiously make your way into the shop clearing 3 walkers. Surprisingly, there’s still some supplies left with the exception of medical products and foods. Tara digs into some boxes while you mosey up and down the small aisles. You spot razors, some hair products, and even some expired makeup. You excitedly grab all of it into your backpack knowing damn well how much the ladies back home were going to appreciate this especially since you wre all rationing the last bottle of shampoo. Tara comes and starts loading boxes of small comforts of things like cheap body sprays, lotions, and even some candy. As you drive back you both share some laughs as she always knows how to cheer you up.

“I’m thinking, I might go for it tonight… or at least try. I’m wondering if that might be the only way I can really show him,” you confess to her.

“I think it would work,” Tara smiles at you, “I guess I’ll find out tomorrow if he has a goofy ass grin on his face. I’ll try and have Abe and Rosita over for game night or something, maybe I can keep them for a couple hours that way you guys can have your privacy,” She suggests.

“That would be PERFECT,” you say excitedly. As soon as you guys pull in, you help unload then quickly head home to clean up. You wanted to make this as special as you could for him. In the shower, you were nervously going over your plans in your head as the water poured over your body. How were you even going to approach him with this? You turn off the water and step out to dry yourself off. No one was home so you wrap the towel around yourself and begin to walk out the bathroom when right as you opened the door, there stood Eugene.

“Eugene! I-I thought you were next door..” you said as you wrapped the towel around yourself more tightly out of modesty.

“Tara informed me that there was a matter of great urgency I needed to attend here, when I attempted to get more details regarding the matter she stated you needed my assistance so I made haste and came as quickly as I could.”

He swallowed thickly and his gaze drifted over your dew-kissed form. You could see blush rising to his cheeks and you smiled shyly as you realize his growing erection.

“My apologies for the interruption. I’ll leave you to finish up,” He says as he attempts to quickly turn away but you grab hold of his arm.

“Eugene, wait,” you say and he stares at your hand on his arm and brings his eyes up to meet yours in a somewhat confused expression and you slowly pull him to you and his eyes don’t leave yours for a second as you bring your lips up to his for a gentle yet deep kiss. He hesitates at first but slowly responds with his hands on your waist and a slight squeeze. You begin to walk backwards with him and as soon as the door shuts behind him you step back, eyes locked on his and slowly drop the towel. His eyes widen and his breath slightly hitched as he takes in the sight of you. He stares at every curve, every flaw, every detail and finally says,“I’ve never beheld anything so beautiful in all my days.”

You’re so moved by it, having struggled before with your own body insecurities and tears begin welling up in your eyes before you’re able to tell him, “Eugene, I love you…with every fiber of my being,” you say. He lets out a shaky breath.

“Y-You do?” He asks, slightly surprised. You nod in reply and he quickly takes you in for a passionate kiss, your tongues intertwining as you stumble back onto the bed and he topples over you, his hands exploring your body and your hands move to undo his belt and he breaks and stares at you.

“Baby, please.. I need you..I want you..all of you,” you say as you move closer to his ear and whisper, “Make love to me.”

“Really? I’d love nothing more…I’ve anticipated this moment for longer than I care to admit, more than you could shake a stick at,” he says matter-of-factly in his Texas drawl and allows you to continue to remove his clothing. Once he was sans clothes, he began placing gentle sucking kisses on your neck causing a soft moan from you as you squeeze your hands into his back and into the curls of his mullet. Fuck, he was perfect, feeling his solid arms and his rough hands had your head spinning. You loved his body, the feeling of his soft torso above you. You gently suck his earlobe and whisper in his ear, “touch me.” He lets out a low groan and grows even harder than before (if that were even possible). He slowly ran his hand down between your bodies and he breathes into your neck sending chills everywhere on your body. His fingers slowly slip into your folds. Feeling how slick you already where he says, “Holy shit..” just loud enough for you to hear. You feel his fingers dip into your entrance and you squirm in pleasure, “Oh my god..mmm.. fuck Eugene,” you moan out while he stares at you, mesmerized at the mind blowing pleasure he was causing you. He continues here for a minute but stops before you’re sent over the edge.

“I assume you’re ready for penetration,” he asks as he grabs hold of his impressively thick dick, aligning it at your entrance.

“Yes, yes please..” you reply, your breath shorter as you eagerly await to feel him enter you. He props himself up above you hands on either side of you as he stares deeply into your eyes, slowly penetrating you until he’s fuly inside you. A low moan escapes him and he places his forehead against yours, savoring the sensation before daring to move. You wrap a leg around his waist as he slowly begins to thrust in and out of you. He places a large, calloused hand on the side of your thigh, his deep sounds are incredibly arousing as you feel your orgasm already building.

“I’m extremely close..” he warns into your neck as you dig your nails into his back and say, “Come with me.” He props himself up above you with his hands once more locking eyes with you as he begins thrusting deep into you, the delicious pleasure increasing the fire building in your core. He’s moaning deeply as you hear him say, “I love you, (Y/N),” and you feel his heat spilling deep inside you as your orgasm rocks your entire body causing a tear to spill out the side of your eye, all while never breaking eye contact.

“I love you,” you reply, breathless. He’s laying on you now, slightly trembling and steadying his breath, your hand on the back of his head as you kiss his temple catching your breath as well, savoring the sweet high you just experienced with the love of your life. He slowly pulls out of you and rolls onto his side pulling you into his arms.

“How do you feel,” you ask as a grin spreads across his face.

“For once, I am at a complete loss for words. Nothing in my vernacular would adequately express the depth of love and happiness I feel right now,” He says. You place a lingering kiss on his lips and he pulls you deeper into his embrace where you remained until you both drifted into slumber, a smile still on his face. Guess Tara will have her answer tomorrow.

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{Eugene x Reader}

Summary-

You’re part of the group pre-Alexandria and you’re all camped out for the night when it becomes unexpectedly chilly and Eugene remedies that.

Warnings-some cursing, fluffy fluffiness because who doesn’t love our fluffy Eugene?

The group was clearly exhausted having walked maybe a good 17 miles that day with little hope of any real shelter. The rain had certainly brought some relief, but with it, an unexpected chill that night. The fire was still going and everyone gathered around it sound asleep. Abraham was on watch about 12 feet or so away. You were curled up in a ball unable to sleep with the cold that kept sweeping over you. You startle at a rustling behind you.

“It’s ok! It’s just me,” Eugene whispered behind you.

“Oh you scared me.. still not entirely used to sleeping outside like this.” You say to him.

“You’re cold.” He observes.

“I’ll be fine.” You reply.

“No you won’t. I can hear your teeth chattering from where I lay. If you do not find means of warmth your immune system will continue to be vulnerable to various ailments not to mention common colds or even pneumonia,” He says stoically.

“While I do not have blankets or things of that nature I do have body heat, which is in fact the quickest way to get your body temp up to par.”

“Are you going to spoon me, Eugene?” You ask with a teasing grin.

“Well, yes.. I mean if you’ll allow it, that way you can warm up and be able to possibly fall asleep and get some much needed rest.” He says almost sheepishly.

You give a slight nod as you turn back onto your side and he carefully scoots closely behind you. His body was comforting and indeed warm and you immediately started feeling some heat wash over you.

“Mmm..I can’t believe how warm you are, you’re like my own personal heater.” You say to him.

He tentatively placed a hand on your upper arm and you placed yours on top of his hand interlacing your fingers with his and wrapped them around your waist, scooting further back into his body. Although you and he had never done much beyond talking, it was clear that he favored you. He was the first to start talking to you and made you feel welcome. He would walk with you and chew your ear off about his favorite games and snacks he missed most while you were happy to have his company and let’s face it, the man was a tall drink of water to you.

“Eugene?” You whisper.

“Yeah?” He replies.

“Is that a gun back there?” You ask, grinding back slightly against him as you feel his dick hardening against your ass.

“Um, no…I do apologize. I have not had a woman of your beauty within this proximity of my, uh, person before.” He admits embarrassed and attempts to adjust himself away but you squeeze his arm in place so that he does not move.

“Don’t apologize,” you say as you turn your head toward him and lock eyes with him as he props himself up on his forearm.

“Did you say I was beautiful?” You ask quietly.

“Yes. You are. I’m sure you don’t need my approval in that area.” He says.

You stare at him for a moment and slowly move your face closer to his while he remained frozen briefly, but cautiously moved toward your lips and you gently kissed his lips and searched his eyes to make sure he was ok with it, when to your surprise he slid a hand under the back of your hair and slowly pulled you in for another kiss, this time much deeper. You turned your body over to face his and your tongue slowly swept across his slightly parted mouth and gently met with his as he began to passionately make out with you. You were riddled with butterflies in your stomach and both of your breathing was slightly labored. If this had been his first time, he was a natural and you completely melted into his arms as they enveloped you. Tara was on the other side of the fire adjusting herself in her sleep as she slightly opened her eyes to see you both kissing and she smiled and turned herself over to give you both privacy. You slowly broke from the kiss and buried your face against his chest as he held you.

“That felt incredible, (Y/N).” He said in almost a whisper.

“I’ll second that,” you say as you look up at him and he smiles. He kisses your forehead and you fall asleep to the sound of his strong beating heart with your head against his chest.

The next morning, you were both still deep in sleep as he spooned you and Rosita stood above you both. Eugene was quietly snoring and She rolled her eyes and nudged Eugene with her boot. He moaned a bit and you opened your eyes to see everyone staring at you, some with smiles.

“Oh shit, sorry!” You say as you try to get up but Eugene’s arm was heavy over you and you shake him awake.

“Eugene, we slept in come on!” You say close to his ear. He finally opens his eyes and blinks in confusion.

“Oh,” He says and he quickly gets up.

You and he quickly packed up your things and walked a little behind the group.

“I truly believed last night was a dream. Probably why I did not want to wake up.” He said slowly kicking dirt and rocks as you both walked at a leisurely pace.

“Well I’m glad it wasn’t,” you say as you smile at him and his cheeks flushed.

“Not to be presumptuous but I assume this takes our formerly platonic relationship to another level?” He asks looking down at the ground as you walk.

“Maybe..” You say shyly.

He stopped dead in his tracks and stares at you.

“I know I ain’t much in this life and have a different skill set than all the others, but I’d be completely honored if you would consider being exclusively mine.” He says to you.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend??” You ask in anticipation.

“Well, yes, if you’ll have me. I may not be the best-“ he begins as you cut him off with a kiss and break from it with a huge grin.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” He says and smiles back.

He gives you a tight embrace and interlaces his fingers with yours as you both walk on behind the group.

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Unspoken || Eugene x Reader

@kallaralda requested:

reader joined group not long before Alexandria; Eugene obviously infatuated; (she is, too) but holds back due to him not being the ‘heroic protective type’ and she recently lost loved one(s) because they were weak and she couldn’t protect them at all times (guilt/afraid to repeat loss); at Deanna’s party she gets tipsy w/her homie Tara and kinda spills the beans/coming onto Eugene. 

Summary: Basically that ^^, the reader and Eugene have feelings for each other that neither of them has acknowledged. Both have to be pushed a little bit to face up to the facts. Just a lot of fluff, no smut on this one. 

The road’s been a long one. Every day that you manage to successfully get up out of bed without a crushing sense of grief or self-loathing is one you consider to be a success. Somedays it feels like it gets easier, and it might go on like that for a time, until the day comes that it’s as if she’s died all over again and you can’t bear to move. You wouldn’t want anyone to see you sob anyhow, and thankfully you have privacy enough now to keep it hidden. 

On days that you can’t come out you’ll hear a knock at your door and be met with a new boardgame or book or something that’ll occupy your fingers and mind for the day when manual labor can’t. You were suspicious when this initially happened and the board game that met you was Risk, something you and Eugene had talked about at length once. It was doubly telling that he showed up later to check on you and managed to talk you into a game with him. Or two. 

You knew for certain it was him when Vonda N. McIntyre’s Dreamsnake was left waiting for you at the door. Naught but a day ago he had been telling you that if you liked reading sci-fi, she was the author to check out- if you hadn’t already. Eugene had seen to it and you were grateful for the distraction. Huddled in bed with red eyes and tissues, reading about Snake the healer, you wondered that she wasn’t working her magic on you and your grief. Or, perhaps, that Eugene was. A warm feeling pooled in your stomach at that.

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honestly I wish we saw Eugene interact with kids more. It frustrates me that we haven’t, like, at all. I don’t think he and Carl even exchanged a word at any point. Like, I’m p sure he was a high school teacher in TV verse as well because when Abraham found him he was obviously near a school being chased by teen zombies (one of them had a backpack on their leg and their were backpacks/papers festooning the parking lot) so interacting with kids isn’t unknown to him.

I think kids would like him because he’s different, kind of weird and interesting, but knows a lot of cool things and would show them cool stuff like exploding chemistry demonstrations, but he also wouldn’t condescend to kids, he’d talk to them like equals as he does everyone, which I think kids appreciate. I know I did when I was a child.

I just want like an older Judith to ask him, “Why is your hair long in the back and short in the front? Is it because you couldn’t make up your mind?” and he’s like, “Not quite. I just like it that way.” and she’d be like, “I like it too. Can I cut my hair that way?” and he’d say, “I don’t want to speak for your father, but I somehow doubt he’d approve. You know this style is smart, and I know this style is smart, but a lot of folks don’t see it that way.” 

“Maybe it’s because they’re not as smart as you.” 

“Well, yes, objectively speaking, my IQ is higher than the average person’s. But I reckon you, too, must have a good head on your shoulders to see the merit of a Tennessee Tophat.” 

“A Tennessee what?” 

“Tophat. That’s the name of the hairstyle.”

“Oh. What’s my hairstyle’s name?” 

“I can’t rightly say. I’m sure it’d be just as well if you came up with something on your own.”

“Can I call it a pony’s mane?”

“Don’t see why not. Pulled back, it’d be a ponytail, after all.” 

“But parted in two it’s pigtails. Why do they name hairstyles after animal tails, Eugene?” 

“Now, that I couldn’t tell you. I don’t know very much about cosmetology.”

“I thought you knew everything!”

“Even the smartest people to ever live didn’t know everything. No one could. That’s the benefit of having a big group of people with different experiences and talents; everybody brings something useful to the table.”

“I wanna know how to make things explode like you do.”

“It’s just a matter of knowing your chemical reactions, what does what with what. I could teach you, if you like. I used to do that sort of thing.”   

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Aftermath || Eugene x Reader {NSFW}

Summary: It’s been over a year since Eugene was forcibly taken to the Sanctuary. The reader, his wife, grew perturbed when he showed no interest of being taken back and looked to comforts elsewhere in her desperation and heartbreak. Eugene eventually played a integral part in undermining and overthrowing Negan and now he’s back in Alexandria, attempting to pick up the shattered pieces of his marriage. Warnings for: Infidelity, Smut, some phrasing that could be seen a suicidal talk but isn’t really sincere but jsyk. 

What should have perhaps been a blissfully happy reunion under better circumstances was, at best, awkward and painful. It had been an uncertain, stress-filled, nerve-wracking, heart-breaking year since Eugene had been spirited away the Saviors. You had begged for someone to do something, to go save him before something awful happened. Rosita and Sasha had attempted just that and you refused to believe them when they came back claiming that Eugene refused to leave. It wasn’t possible. Why wouldn’t he want to leave? Why wouldn’t he want to be back with you?

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