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digital-grim · 3 days ago

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Carl Grimes x Trans FTM reader

18+ MINORS DNI

This is for my fellow transmen who don't have any fics for them out here 🫶😩

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement as you and Carl trudged through the remnants of a world that had once been vibrant and full of life. The air was thick with the scent of dust and decay, but for now, the weight of your backpacks filled with salvaged supplies, was the only burden you carried. It had been a successful scavenging trip; enough food, water, and medical supplies to last a few more days.

The thrill of the hunt had faded into a quiet satisfaction, but there was one thing that still lingered in the back of your mind: the need for a shower. The heat of the day had sapped every ounce of energy from your body, leaving you drenched in sweat. Your clothes clung to your skin like second layers, damp and uncomfortable. As you both finally reached the safety of your makeshift shelter, Carl couldn’t take his eyes off you.

The way your sweat-drenched clothes clung to your curves, the way your skin glistened under the dim light of the lantern. It was almost unbearable how much he wanted to touch you, to feel your warmth against his own heated skin. But you’d never taken things further than kisses and innocent caresses. There was always some threat looming over you both, some danger to be wary of.

Walkers lurking around every corner, Savior patrols roaming the wasteland, searching for survivors to enslave or kill. Survival had always come first, always trumping any desire for intimacy. But now, standing so close together in the relative safety of their sanctuary, Carl felt a surge of courage. A soft chuckle escaped your lips as you gazed up at Carl, feeling the intensity of his stare.

"Incredible is definitely one word for it," you teased, your voice laced with playful sarcasm despite the heat rising in your cheeks. "Sweaty, exhausted, and probably smelling worse than the dead we dodged today."

Carl stepped closer, drawn to you like a moth to flame. His calloused hands reached out, trembling slightly as they brushed against your shoulders. The heat radiating from your body seeped into his fingertips, igniting a fire deep within him. His gaze locked onto yours, filled with a mixture of nervousness and raw desire. Slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, he leaned in until his lips were mere inches from yours.

"You look... incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "All sweaty and tired, but still so beautiful." His thumb traced the curve of your jawline, wiping away a bead of sweat that had trickled down your cheek.

Despite your words, you found yourself leaning into his touch, savoring the gentle pressure of his fingers against your skin. It had been so long since either of you had allowed yourselves this moment of vulnerability, this chance to simply exist in each other's presence without fear or urgency.Carl smiled softly at your teasing remark, his eyes crinkling at the corners in a way that never failed to make your heart skip a beat. "Maybe," he conceded, his voice warm and affectionate. "But right now? I don’t care about any of that."

His hand slid from your face to the nape of your neck, fingers tangling in your damp hair. With a gentle tug, he pulled you closer, closing the remaining distance between you. When his lips met yours, it was like coming home after a long absence. The kiss started soft and tentative, years of pent-up longing pouring into the simple press of mouths. But as the seconds ticked by, it grew more urgent, more desperate. Carl’s hands trembled as they roamed your body, mapping every curve and dip through the thin fabric of your clothes.

Every brush of his fingers sent electric shocks coursing through your veins, stoking the flames of desire that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long. His breathing quickened, becoming shallow and ragged as he pressed himself against you, pinning you gently against the wall of the shelter. The hard planes of his body aligned perfectly with yours, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle finally reunited.

"I need you," he gasped against your lips, the words spilling out in a rush of desperation. "God, I’ve needed this for so long. Needed you." His hips rolled forward instinctively, seeking friction, seeking connection. Your heart pounded in your chest, each beat echoing the rapid thrum of desire pulsating through your veins. Carl's touch was both gentle and possessive, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body with every sweep of his hands.

You were overwhelmed by the sensation, by the sheer intensity of his need for you. It was intoxicating, making you forget everything else except the man who held you so tightly in his arms.

"But what about..." You began, biting your lip nervously as you tried to find the right words. "My body? I mean, I'm still not completely..." You trailed off, blushing deeply under Carl's intense gaze. Despite the months of healing, of slowly growing comfortable in your new form, there were still moments when insecurity crept in, moments like these when you were bared to someone else's touch for the first time.

Carl paused, his hands stilling momentarily on your body before he pulled you closer again. "Shh," he whispered, brushing his lips lightly against your temple. "It doesn't matter how you look. All that matters is that I'm here with you, and I want you."

He drew back slightly, forcing you to meet his gaze. In the dim light of the shelter, his eyes shone with a depth of affection and desire that took your breath away. For a moment, you forgot about your past, forgot about the struggles and hardships that led you to this point. All that remained was the raw, primal need burning between you.

Carl’s hands moved with a careful reverence as he unfastened the waistband of your pants, his fingers tracing the outline of your hips through the fabric. Each motion was deliberate, as if afraid he might break you if he moved too quickly. When the zipper slid down with a soft whisper, he hesitated, looking up at you with a mix of wonder and hunger in his eyes. You swallowed hard, your breath catching as he pushed the material down, revealing the soft curve of your hips, the delicate line of your thighs, and the hidden beauty beneath.

Your heart pounded wildly in your chest, the shame of being seen in such a vulnerable state pressing down on you like a physical weight. “I—I know it’s weird,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper, “I mean, I’m not...

"Don’t," Carl cut in sharply, his voice hoarse with need, his hands already sliding lower, cupping the soft, warm flesh of your hips as if he were touching something sacred. "Just—don’t say that." His mouth descended upon yours again, sealing your words behind a kiss that was both fierce and tender, a collision of lips and tongues that spoke louder than any words ever could.

He pulled back just enough to look at you, his pupils dilated, his breath uneven. "I don’t care," he said, his voice low, reverent. "Not about anything. Not about how you look, not about what you’ve been through, not about anything but this—this moment. You’re here, you’re real, and you’re mine."

Carl’s breath hitched as he knelt before you, his hands gripping your hips with a gentleness that belied the urgency in his movements. His lips hovered near the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, tasting the faint salt of your sweat, the warmth of your body, the pulse of your heartbeat. Then, without warning, he leaned in, his tongue sweeping across you in a slow, deliberate arc—tentative at first, then bold, hungry.

A sharp intake of breath escaped your lips as his touch sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core. You gripped the edge of the table behind you, nails digging into the worn wood as his mouth worked its magic, exploring every inch of you with a devotion that left you breathless.

Carl moaned low in his throat, the sound vibrating against your skin as his tongue danced over your most intimate places, coaxing a rhythm from you that was entirely your own. His erection strained against his jeans, aching with a need that had been buried beneath years of survival instincts, of wariness, of fear. But now, there was nothing but you, nothing but the sweet, wet heat of you, and the realization that he had been starving, not for food, not for shelter, but for this.

Every taste, every lick, every subtle shift of his tongue sent waves of pleasure crashing through you, unraveling you piece by piece. And Carl, lost in the euphoria of your body, gave himself fully to the act, as if he had spent his entire life waiting for this moment.

Carl’s eyes flew open wide as he felt the unmistakable throbbing against his tongue, his surprise melting instantly into pure, unrestrained lust. Without hesitation, he latched onto the source of that pulsing heat, his lips wrapping around your engorged clit (or T-dick, as it were), sucking with a fervor that bordered on desperation. His hands dug into the meat of your thighs, holding you steady as he worked you over, his head bobbing rhythmically as he lapped and slurped at your essence.

Each drag of his tongue, each hungry pull of his lips, sent shockwaves of ecstasy ripping through your body, threatening to shatter you into a million pieces. You let out a strangled whimper, your knees nearly buckling beneath the onslaught of sensations flooding your system. Carl’s mouth was relentless, his hunger for you feeding off the very thing that had kept you hidden for so long, the truth of your body, the truth of your desires. And yet, instead of recoiling, instead of pulling away, he embraced it, devoured it, as if he had been waiting for this moment since the day you first kissed.

His fingers curled into your thighs, grounding you as he sucked harder, faster, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves, drawing out a string of broken moans from your lips. You had never felt anything like this before, never known that your body could respond this way, that your own anatomy could be so intensely pleasurable, so utterly alive beneath his touch.

Carl's breath came in ragged, uneven gasps as his hands tightened on your thighs, his whole body quivering with the sheer force of his need. His cock pulsed violently inside his jeans, the pressure building to a fever pitch as he continued to devour you, his mouth working you with a hunger that had been years in the making. And then, without warning, a slick, warm drip of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his shaft, coating the fabric of his jeans in a wet stain that would have embarrassed him under different circumstances but not now.

Not when your body was responding to him like this, not when your moans were filling the small space around you, not when you were arching into his mouth, begging for more. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t.

The sound of your whimpers, the way your body trembled beneath his touch, the way your fingers clenched at the edges of the table, it was all too much. Carl lost himself in it, in you, in the overwhelming reality that he was finally, truly experiencing you. His hands moved with a frantic urgency, one slipping between your legs to spread you wider, to give himself better access, while the other gripped your hip, holding you in place as he feasted on you like a man possessed.

His cock throbbed relentlessly, leaking more and more with every passing second, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the way you tasted, the way you responded, the way you were finally letting go. He wasn’t just kissing you anymore, he was claiming you, marking you, proving to himself that you belonged to him, that you had always belonged to him.

Your legs trembled violently beneath Carl’s ministrations, muscles quaking with the sheer force of the pleasure surging through you. It was as if every nerve ending in your body had been lit on fire, burning with a heat that threatened to consume you whole. Carl, sensing the shift, redoubled his efforts, his mouth moving with a ferocity born of pure instinct, of a love so deep it had turned into obsession.

With a sudden, guttural cry, you shattered apart, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Cum spilled from you in thick, creamy streams, coating Carl’s tongue, his lips, his face in a messy, glorious mess. He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He lapped it up greedily, swallowing every drop, every trace of your release, as if it were the most precious thing in the world.

This fic was cross-posted on ao3 so here's a link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/67631696

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digital-grim · 6 days ago

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How to Spot an Infected Cut (From Shallow to Deep) and Treat It Properly

Getting a cut is common, whether it's a tiny paper nick or a deep gash. But no matter the size, every open wound carries the risk of infection if it isn’t treated properly. Recognizing early signs of infection—and knowing how to care for different types of cuts—can make all the difference in healing safely.

Small/Shallow Cuts

These include paper cuts, scrapes, or small nicks from shaving or handling objects.

How infection shows up:

-Redness that spreads beyond the cut

-Swelling or warmth around the area

-Clear fluid becoming cloudy or yellowish

-Increased pain instead of it getting better

How to treat:

1. Wash your hands.

2. Gently clean the area with soap and water.

3. Apply an antibiotic ointment (like Neosporin).

4. Cover with a clean bandage if it's in a spot that gets dirty or rubbed.

5. Replace the bandage daily or if it gets wet/dirty.

When to worry:

If the redness continues to spread, the pain worsens, or pus appears, it could be infected. A mild infection might clear with continued cleaning and ointment, but if there's no improvement in 2–3 days, it’s best to see a doctor.

Medium Cuts (Cuts that go into the dermis)

These are deeper than surface-level but may not require stitches—like a kitchen knife cut or scraped knee that bleeds steadily.

How infection shows up:

-Red streaks radiating from the wound

-Pus discharge (thick yellow, green, or foul-smelling)

-Skin around the cut feels hot to the touch

-Throbbing pain or tenderness

How to treat:

1. Rinse under cool running water for several minutes.

2. Use sterile gauze or a clean cloth to stop bleeding.

3. Apply antiseptic or antibiotic ointment.

4. Cover with a sterile dressing or gauze pad.

5. Change the dressing daily or more often if wet or soiled.

When to worry:

If you notice spreading redness, swelling that worsens, or signs of fever, seek medical care. A doctor might prescribe oral antibiotics if the infection is progressing.

Deep Cuts (Full-thickness wounds, into fat or muscle)

These wounds may be caused by broken glass, deep punctures, or trauma, and often require medical treatment like stitches.

How infection shows up:

-Intense, constant pain even after bleeding is controlled

-Swelling that increases over time

-Pus or dark-colored drainage

-Fever, chills, or fatigue (signs infection may be spreading)

-Odor coming from the wound

How to treat (first aid before/after medical help):

1. Control bleeding with pressure and elevation.

2. Avoid touching the inside of the wound.

3. Rinse only with clean water; do not scrub.

4. Do not apply ointments or close the wound unless advised.

5. Seek immediate medical help.

After medical care (like stitches or staples), keep the area clean and follow discharge instructions closely. Doctors may prescribe antibiotics or schedule follow-ups to monitor healing.

When to worry:

Any signs of systemic infection (fever, red streaks, increased drainage, extreme swelling) after a deep cut require urgent medical attention. Infections in deep tissue can become serious quickly.

A few quick tips to reduce infection risk in any cut:

-Always wash your hands before touching a wound.

-Never reuse old or dirty bandages.

-Avoid hydrogen peroxide or alcohol on deep wounds—they can damage healing tissue.

-Watch for delayed healing—if a cut looks worse instead of better after a few days, something might be wrong.

In short, don’t underestimate even the smallest cut. Most wounds heal fine with good hygiene, but knowing how to spot infection and when to act can prevent serious complications.

Stay safe everyone <3

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digital-grim · 1 month ago

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Ever wondered what this image means? Or just curious about the layers of skin on your body? And to make it worth your while I'll cover how to treat the wounds

First we have the epidermis which is also known as the 'Cat Scratch' layer. The Epidermis is also the outer Barrier which is the outermost layer of the skin. It acts as the body’s first line of defense against bacteria, viruses, UV rays, and dehydration.

Some key features of this layer are: made of stratified squamous epithelium, Avascular, (contains no blood vessels) Constantly regenerates every 28-40 days, Composed of five sublayers (from deepest to outermost): Stratum basale – where new skin cells are produced.

Stratum spinosum – strengthens skin through keratin production.

Stratum granulosum – cells start to die, forming a waterproof barrier.

Stratum lucidum – found only in thick skin (palms, soles).

Stratum corneum – layers of dead keratinized cells.

And finally the important cells of this layer: Keratinocytes (produce keratin)

Melanocytes (produce melanin for pigment)

Langerhans cells (immune response)

Merkel cells (touch sensation)

Next we have The Dermis also known as the Styro/foam layer

Beneath the epidermis lies the dermis, a thicker layer that provides strength and elasticity.

The structure of this layer is divided up into two regions: Papillary layer (upper): loose connective tissue, capillaries, and sensory neurons, and the Reticular layer (lower): dense connective tissue, collagen, and elastin fibers.

The function for these two layers Houses blood vessels, hair follicles, sweat glands, sebaceous glands, and nerve endings. Thermoregulation, sensation, and wound healing happen here.

Now we have the 'Beans' layer which is called The Hypodermis (Subcutaneous Layer) The hypodermis, also known as the subcutaneous tissue, is the innermost layer of the skin, which is made of loose connective tissue and fat cells (adipocytes).

The functions of this layer Insulates the body and maintains core temperature, Cushions internal organs, Stores energy as fat, Connects skin to underlying muscles and bones.

Fun Fact:

The thickness of skin varies depending on the location—it's thickest on the palms and soles (up to 4 mm) and thinnest on the eyelids (around 0.5 mm).

Finally the Laffy Taffy and bedrock layers are simply muscle and bone. Now I'm going to move on to what everyone is waiting for and that is

what happens when each layer is cut and how to treat the wound

Cut to the Epidermis (Superficial Wound)

➤ What Happens:

Only the top layer of skin is damaged. Minimal bleeding or none at all. May sting or look red. Example: light scratch, razor nick.

➤ Healing & Treatment:

The body quickly begins regeneration of skin cells from the stratum basale.

Usually heals in 3–7 days without scarring.

Clean the area, apply antibiotic ointment, and bandage if needed.

Cut to the Dermis (Partial-Thickness Wound)

➤ What Happens: Bleeding occurs due to blood vessels in the dermis. Pain, redness, and inflammation. Possible exposure of nerve endings, causing sensitivity.

Example: deeper knife cuts, second-degree burns.

➤ Healing & Treatment:

May take 1–3 weeks depending on depth.

Wound must be kept clean and moist to prevent infection.

May require stitches, antibiotics, and regular dressing changes.

Skin may scar depending on healing and depth.

Cut to the Hypodermis (Full-Thickness Wound)

➤ What Happens: Deep wound cuts through all skin layers. Exposure of fat tissue; bleeding can be profuse. Risk of infection is higher.

Example: puncture wounds, lacerations, animal bites.

➤ Healing & Treatment:

Professional medical attention required.

Usually needs stitches or even surgical intervention.

May require tetanus shot or oral antibiotics.

Heals slower, and scarring is likely.

Cut into Muscle Tissue

➤ What Happens: Muscle fibers are damaged—can cause weakness, limited mobility, or muscle spasms.Deep bleeding, swelling, bruising.Risk of nerve or tendon damage if injury is severe.

➤ Healing & Treatment:

Requires stitches or even surgical repair if muscle is torn.

Long healing period (weeks to months).

May involve physical therapy to regain strength and function.

Pain management with medication.

Injury to the Bone (Open or Compound Fracture)

➤ What Happens: Bone is fractured and exposed through the skin. Extreme pain, bleeding, and high risk of infection. Can damage surrounding nerves, muscles, and vessels.

➤ Healing & Treatment:

Emergency medical care is critical.

Often requires surgery, including:

Bone realignment (reduction)

Metal rods, plates, or screws (internal fixation)

Antibiotics, wound care, and immobilization (cast or brace).

Healing may take 6–12 weeks or longer.

My final notes:

Always seek medical attention for deep wounds, uncontrollable bleeding, or exposed tissue.

Proper wound care prevents infection and supports faster recovery.

Healing varies based on age, health, nutrition, and injury type.

And always remember to take proper care of yourself <3