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[hannicord]

through the scope - carl grimes x reader˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

chapter 3: to be seen * ˚ ✦

authors note: idk if i like this series might drop it

the morning came quicker than you expected. the dim light filtering through the high windows of the prison cell stirred you awake. for a moment, you forgot where you were, but the cold mattress and distant murmur of people outside quickly reminded you. you sat up, rubbing your tired eyes as the exhaustion from the previous day still clung to your body. you sat in your bed for a bit just thinking, thinking of what happened recently and if you should even trust these people you just met. carol and glenn were sweet, everyone was.. and thats what made it weird.

you zoned out of your thoughts when outside your cell, voices and footsteps echoed through the concrete halls, you were unsure of who it was. you stepped out cautiously, spotting elena and roy already up and talking quietly near the entrance. before you could approach them, a voice caught your attention.

“you up? good, let’s get you moving.”

a tall man before you, arms crossed. you recognized him from the night before—tyreese, they had called him. his expression was calm but firm, a contrast to the chaos you had grown used to. although he did seem sweet by how gentle he was with you guys.

“rick asked me to show you around,” he continued, motioning for you to follow. “figure you’ll need to know where everything is if you’re stayin’ here.”

elena and roy exchanged a look before falling in step behind you. celeste, who had been sharpening her knife in the corner of the room, pushed off the wall and followed without a word.

as you walked, tyreese pointed out key areas of the prison. “this here’s the common area. people eat, talk, and trade supplies here. we got a system—everybody contributes.”

you glanced around at the scattered tables where groups of survivors sat, eating or quietly conversing. despite the setting, there was a sense of normalcy, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

“over here’s the showers,” he continued, leading you down another hallway. “water runs when we get the generators going. ain’t exactly a luxury spa, but it gets the job done.”

the showers were makeshift but functional. you noticed a few women inside, washing up quickly, always glancing over their shoulders. even in a so-called safe place, people never let their guard down completely.

“and this—” he stopped in front of a gated area where a group of younger kids sat together, talking amongst themselves. “this is where we keep the little ones busy. education, games, keep ‘em from losin’ themselves in all this mess.”

you hesitated at the entrance, unsure why he brought you here.

“celeste, elena, and roy are comin’ with me to talk roles and work assignments,” tyreese explained. “but you? you’re young. figured you could get to know some folks your age.”

you opened your mouth to protest, to insist that you could work just as hard as the others, but the words never left your lips. maybe this was for the best.

“go on,” tyreese said, nodding toward the group before walking off with the others.

taking a deep breath, you stepped into the room, scanning the kids. some looked younger than you, others around your age. they were talking amongst themselves, some laughing, some playing with old toys. you looked around and saw two blonde girls who caught your attention but before you could go up to them someone interrupted you.

“you gonna stand there all day?”

you turned your head and found yourself staring into familiar blue eyes. it was the boy from yesterday—carl.

he sat against the wall, one knee bent, his hat casting a slight shadow over his face. he wasn’t quite smiling, but there was an amused glint in his eyes.

“not much of a talker?” he asked when you didn’t respond right away.

you shrugged, crossing your arms. “just… wasn’t expecting to be put here.”

carl tilted his head. “it’s not so bad. beats being out there.”

you followed his gaze toward the prison fence outside, where walkers aimlessly shuffled in the distance. you had to admit, he had a point this was one of the most normal things you experienced in awile.

carl patted the space beside him. after a moment of hesitation, you sat down, keeping a bit of distance between you two. sitting a few feet apart from each other, you looked at a comic on the floor next to him then back up at him. he didnt seem like the type to read from first glance.

“so what’s your deal?” he asked, adjusting his hat. “you with that quiet girl? celeste?”

“yeah i love her, shes nice when you get to know her” you admitted. “her, elena, and roy. we came from the same place.”

carl hummed in acknowledgment. “rick didn’t say much about you guys. just that you showed up with ‘em. you… you ever killed a walker before?”

your stomach twisted at the question. memories of the attack on your community flooded your mind—watching people you knew get torn apart, frozen in place, unable to do anything. your hands clenched against your legs.

“not really,” you admitted quietly.

carl didn’t react the way you expected. there was no judgment in his eyes, no mockery. instead, he just nodded as if he understood something unspoken.

“you will,” he said simply.

it wasn’t a threat. it was just the truth.

you nodded not sure on what to say, the look on his face made it clear he killed a walker before but you were intrigued. all you knew about him is that he was ricks son, nothing less nothing more. "have u killed a walker?" you asked while you watched his body tense, clear you brought up a bad topic for him. he bit his bottom lip and before you can apologize he already spoke up.

"yeah." carl replied making it obvious he didn't want to talk any more about that which you respected, you just nodded and stayed quiet not really sure on what else to say after that. you looked at carl and the way his hair moved in the wind but quickly looked away so you didnt look like a full on weirdo just starring at him.

after a bit of silence carl finally spoke up "wanna go on a walk? I'm getting a headache." he said indicating to how loud the other kids were being, you nodded in agreement and you both got up. he led the way which was just going to the fence which was protecting the base from walkers, you looked at the walkers and how they were piling up on the fences. "isn't that scary? especially at night?" you asked, in your old community this never really happened.

carl looked at the walkers and then at you "i guess so, they randomly started piling up so i didnt really put much thought to it.. but the fences will hold them off." he said bluntly while continuing to walk, you were still confused as the prison was pretty far from anything due to obvious reasons. "why do you think they're coming here?" your gaze going back to the walkers and how desperate they looked to getting in, carl thought about it for a moment before finally replying. "could be the cars, our noise.. it can be anything but I'm not sure either."

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the day passed in a blur. after spending time with the other kids and talking to carl, you found yourself slowly getting accustomed to the strange sense of community within the prison. despite the looming threat outside, there was an odd feeling of stability here, something you hadn’t felt in a long time.

as the sun began to set, the smell of food filled the air, leading you and the others toward the common area where dinner was being served. the setup was simple—long tables with trays of food being handed out by a few volunteers. the meal wasn’t much, but it was warm, and that alone made it better than most meals you’d had recently.

you took a tray and followed carl to an open spot at one of the tables. he sat down first, tipping his hat back slightly before digging in. you hesitated for a moment before taking the seat next to him, setting your tray down and picking at the food in front of you.

“not a fan?” carl asked, glancing at you as he shoveled a spoonful into his mouth.

“no, it’s fine,” you replied. “just not used to… all this.” you gestured vaguely at the people around you, the sounds of casual conversations, laughter even. it was surreal.

before carl could respond, a voice called out, drawing both of your attention.

“so you’re one of the new kids?” a man with a kind smile sat across from you. you recognized him from earlier—tyreese, if you remembered correctly. beside him sat sasha, who gave you a small nod of acknowledgment.

“yeah,” you said, shifting slightly under their gazes.

“how you likin’ the place so far?” tyreese asked, taking a bite of his food.

you shrugged. “it’s… different. safe.”

sasha arched a brow. “that safe feeling doesn’t last forever,” she muttered, but there was no malice in her tone, just a grim understanding.

carl scoffed, shaking his head. “way to make ‘em feel welcome.”

tyreese chuckled, nudging his sister before turning back to you. “don’t mind her. we just like to keep things realistic. but you’re right—the prison is safer than most places.”

you nodded, quietly taking a bite of your food while listening to the conversation around you. carl didn’t talk much, but he seemed comfortable sitting beside you, occasionally throwing in a comment or two as tyreese and sasha spoke about the day’s events.

at one point, beth came by, offering a small smile as she placed an extra piece of bread on your tray. “you look like you could use a little more,” she said kindly before moving along to help others.

you blinked at the gesture, murmuring a quiet, “thanks.”

carl smirked. “you’re getting special treatment already.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the faint smile that tugged at your lips. maybe—just maybe—this place wouldn’t be so bad after all.

[hannicord]

through the scope - carl grimes x reader˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

chapter 2 - new beginning ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

part 3

authors note: CARL AND READER INTERACTIONS NEXT CHAPTER TRUSTTT!! and next chapter is out in a few hours since im almost done writing it just have to finish editing it up a bit :p

the car ride was quiet, the hum of the engine and the occasional crackle of the radio being the only sounds filling the tense air. you sat in the back with roy, your body leaning against the window as you watched the trees blur past. it felt surreal—just yesterday, you had a home, a community, a life that, despite the dangers, felt stable. now, you were in a car with strangers, heading toward an unknown place, your fate hanging in the balance.

“you okay?” roy’s voice was soft, meant only for you to hear. he had been unusually quiet since everything happened, his usual confident demeanor replaced with something more solemn.

“yeah,” you mumbled, though the tightness in your chest said otherwise.

maggie glanced at you through the rearview mirror, her expression unreadable. “how old are you?”

“fourteen,” you answered, barely above a whisper.

she nodded, her grip tightening slightly on the steering wheel. “we’ve got some people your age at the prison. you’ll fit in.”

the prison. so that’s where they were taking you. you had heard of people taking over buildings to survive, but an actual prison? it made sense, but it also made you uneasy. the thought of being behind walls, locked in, brought an odd feeling of both security and fear.

“what happened to your group?” glenn asked, his voice cautious.

there was a beat of silence before roy answered. “we lost ‘em.” that was all he said, and that was all that needed to be said.

the rest of the drive passed in silence, the weight of reality pressing down on all of you.

when the prison finally came into view, your breath caught in your throat. it was massive, surrounded by fences, watchtowers, and a vast courtyard. a place meant to keep people in—now being used to keep things out.

glenn honked twice, and the large gates creaked open, revealing a small group of people waiting for your arrival. they were armed, cautious, eyes scanning the car as you pulled in. among them, you spotted a boy close to your age with shaggy brown hair and a sheriff’s hat tilted slightly on his head. he looked at you curiously, but there was something else in his eyes—something that told you he had seen things, lost things, just like you.

as soon as the cars stopped, maggie stepped out, gesturing for you and roy to follow. you hesitated for a moment before stepping onto the gravel, feeling every pair of eyes on you.

“this is rick,” maggie introduced, motioning to the man in front. his face was rough with stubble, his eyes sharp and calculating as he took in you and roy. “he’s the leader here.”

rick gave a slow nod. “you armed?”

celeste, who had just stepped out of the other car with elena, answered for you. “yeah. but we ain’t lookin’ for trouble.”

rick studied her for a moment before nodding. “good. we’ll talk more inside. get you settled.”

you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. for now, you were safe. but the sinking feeling in your stomach told you that safety never lasted long in this world.

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rick led the four of you through the prison yard, his pace steady but not rushed. the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and metal, a constant reminder that this place used to be a prison. people watched as you passed, some wary, others merely curious. their eyes traced over your group, assessing whether you were a threat or an asset. you kept your head down, but you felt the weight of their stares.

near the entrance of one of the buildings, a boy with a sheriff’s hat stood with his arms crossed. his gaze lingered on you for a second too long before looking away, his expression unreadable. he seemed young, but there was something hardened about him—like he had seen far more than he should have at his age.

“carol, sasha,” rick called, waving two women over. one had short gray hair and a quiet strength in her eyes, while the other held herself with confidence, her rifle slung over her shoulder like an extension of herself. “take them to cell block c, get ‘em situated.”

carol offered a small, reassuring smile. “come on, i’ll show you around.”

as you followed her and sasha through the dimly lit halls of the prison, a chill settled in your bones. the walls were cold, the iron bars still carried the echoes of their former purpose. you knew this wasn’t a prison anymore—it was a home, at least for now—but that didn’t erase the uneasy feeling crawling under your skin.

“it’s not much,” sasha said, leading you past rows of empty cells, “but it keeps us safe. you’ll each get a cell to sleep in. we take turns on watch, and everyone pulls their weight here. nobody gets a free ride.”

roy nodded, his face set in determination. “we’re not freeloaders.”

elena draped an arm around your shoulders, her warmth grounding you. “we’ll do what we can.”

as you walked, that same feeling of being watched crept up your spine. you glanced over your shoulder and caught carl standing at the far end of the hall, leaning against the wall. his eyes flickered toward you again before he quickly looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets and disappearing down another hallway.

carol noticed and let out a quiet chuckle. “seems like you’ve caught someone’s attention.”

“what?” you blinked, feigning confusion.

sasha smirked. “carl doesn’t take much interest in newcomers. you must be special.”

heat crept up your neck, and you shook your head. “he was just looking.”

“mhmm,” carol hummed knowingly but didn’t press further.

she stopped in front of an open cell, motioning inside. “this one’s yours.”

stepping inside, you took in the thin mattress, the small shelf, the barred door that could be closed but not locked. the walls were bare except for faint scratches where past prisoners had likely kept track of time. it wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

“get some rest,” carol said. “we’ll talk more in the morning.”

you nodded, lowering yourself onto the mattress as exhaustion settled deep into your bones. the thin fabric of the blanket barely offered warmth, but at least you were off the ground.

as carol and sasha walked away, their voices fading into the background, you let your eyes drift toward the ceiling, your mind racing. you had a new place to stay, new people to be around. but safety never lasted long in this world—and something told you this place was no different.

[hannicord]

through the scope - carl grimes x reader˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

chapter 1 - loophole ✧.*

warnings: violence, angst, death, and just a extra this is a SLOWBURN!! carl and reader are around 12 in the first chapter ੈ✩‧₊˚

word count: 1.3k

part 2

authors note: lowercase is intended, if ur confused the start of this is readers community getting overrun and celeste,roy and elena are ocs I made for the plot ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC WRITING SO UMM SORRY IF ITS NOT THE BEST!! carls in the next chapter :p

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loophole

Screaming, Screaming, Screaming.

╰┈➤ that was all you heard around you. you watched as people in your community—people you once knew—lay on the floor, bleeding out, getting eaten by things that were once human... walkers. the screams of people calling out for someone to save them were so loud you could hear them from miles away. the way they begged to be saved was heartbreaking.

you stood there, frozen in fear, watching the walkers get closer and closer, the word "how" repeating itself in your mind. before one could grab your arm, a gunshot rang out, and someone pulled you away, forcing you to run with her.

"what are you doing, idiot? run," the voice snapped.

you looked up to see one of the warriors from your community as you ran beside her—her name was celeste.

you two ran without looking back, watching as people around you were tackled to the ground by lifeless bodies, torn apart as if they were nothing. the way they were being fed on—it was inhumane. you quickly looked away, focusing only on running far enough to be safe. you didn’t even know how your community had been overrun. you had been asleep, only waking to the screams of people outside, watching their loved ones die right in front of them.

after what felt like forever, you and celeste found an empty road, only stopping when there was no danger in sight. you looked at the blood covering celeste’s bleached white hair, then down at yourself—clean. that’s when it hit you. you had done nothing while everyone around you suffered. everyone in your community had been fighting for their lives or dying a brutal death, and you had just stood there, frozen in fear.

it was a cycle, a loop of people dying over and over again.

as celeste tried to reach any survivors through the walkie-talkie, you felt tears streaming down your face. you had done nothing, yet you had survived. you didn’t deserve to survive.

.·:*¨¨* ≈☆≈ *¨¨*:·.

after a bit of silence, the only sounds were celeste starting a fire to keep you both warm and the crackling static of the walkie-talkie as she spoke with two other survivors—elena and roy. then, nothing. pitch quiet. when celeste finally turned off the walkie-talkie, she looked at you.

"elena and roy are coming. we don’t know if anyone else survived," she said bluntly, her gaze lingering on your tear-stained face before she spoke again. "you’re just a kid. don’t push yourself about it."

she looked away. celeste was reserved, and talking about things like this wasn’t easy for her. still, you managed a small, bitter smile at her attempt to comfort you—comfort you didn't deserve.

"you don’t have to sugarcoat it. i was useless." your voice was quiet, almost ashamed. "you, on the other hand, you saved me. thank you, celeste."

your eyes drifted to the blood covering her—on her hands, her clothes, even staining strands of her bleached white hair. blood from walkers. blood from the people she had put down, the ones who had been unfortunate enough to get bit. celeste didn’t respond. she just stared at you, unsure of what to say.

you tucked your hair behind your ears, embracing the quiet as the fire flickered in front of you. but no matter how hard you tried to focus on the warmth, the screams wouldn't leave your head. the cries. the begging. you didn’t even notice roy and elena arrive, drenched in blood. you were too lost in your own thoughts, trapped in the guilt of surviving when so many others hadn't. you only snapped back to reality when you felt a hand on your shoulder, it was elena.

"you okay, sweetheart?" elena asked, her voice soft as she looked at you.

you didn’t answer. you couldn’t. your throat felt tight, and the painful expression on your face—your red, swollen eyes—spoke for itself. without another word, elena sat down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into her warmth.

"well… in the morning, we’re heading out to find shelter and food. go to sleep, okay? me, celeste, and roy will take turns on watch. you need rest, babes," she said, giving you a small, reassuring smile.

she was like an older sister to you. someone who cared. you gave her a weak nod before laying your head on her lap, your body finally giving in to exhaustion. slowly, you drifted off to sleep.

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you woke up to the sound of rustling—everyone was already getting ready to leave. roy helped you up as you rubbed your eyes, the memories of last night flooding back. the screams. the blood. the way you had just stood there, helpless, while people you knew were torn apart. you pushed the thoughts away, tying your hair up with the rubber band on your wrist. there was no time for weakness.

without a word, you, celeste, elena, and roy started walking. the road stretched ahead of you, empty and endless. no one spoke. no one wanted to talk about what happened. the only sounds were the distant groans of walkers and birds chirping above.

you looked up at them, flying so freely in the sky, and thought about how lucky they were. untouched by everything happening down here. no fear of being ripped apart. no need to fight to survive. just… free. if someone had told you a few years ago that you’d be comparing yourself to a bird, you would’ve laughed. but things were different now. dead people didn’t stay dead. sometimes, you wondered if this was all just a nightmare—if you’d ever wake up. the silence was shattered by a gunshot. you flinched, your body acting on instinct as you and elena bolted behind a tree. celeste had already lowered her gun, her eyes locked on something ahead, while roy stood beside her, tense.

"who the fuck are you?" roy demanded.

elena peeked out, and you followed, your heart hammering. one guy. just one. you and elena exchanged a look before stepping back to celeste and roy. one guy wasn’t a threat to four of you.

he put his hands up in surrender. "i don’t want no trouble, i'm just looking for supplies," he said, offering a nervous smile as if trying to ease the tension. he looked clean—something you hadn’t seen in a while.

"you're clean," you muttered, surprised by the sight.

before he could respond, a girl stepped out from the building behind him. she was pretty... and, like him, clean.

"yeah... are you guys alone?" he asked, finally addressing you, glancing between the girl and your group.

elena nodded, her expression guarded, and a heavy silence followed. you all watched the two of them exchange uncertain looks, unsure of what to do next. the girl sighed, breaking the quiet.

"i’m maggie, and he’s glenn. we have a community," she said, pausing as her gaze shifted to you, then back to celeste, who stood in front of the group, sizing them up. "you guys need somewhere to stay? a child out here in the open doesn’t sit right with me," she added, her eyes returning to you with concern.

celeste was quiet for a moment, weighing her options, but before she could speak, elena had already chimed in. "that would be great... we’ll play our part and do whatever we need to do," she said, her hand resting on your shoulder, a comforting gesture.

maggie gave a small, reassuring smile as she observed how exhausted you all looked. "well, there’s not enough space for all of us in our car, so two of you can ride with us, and the other two can drive behind us while we head to our base," she explained, glancing over at glenn, who was already rummaging around to find a working car.

they both seemed kind, though the exhaustion in their eyes was undeniable. it was clear they had been through a lot, just like you and your group. the pain of loss lingered in the way they looked at the world now.

once glenn found a working car, celeste and elena climbed into it, and you and roy piled into the car with glenn and maggie. as you drove, your thoughts began to wander. what kind of people would you find at their base? could you trust them? or was this all just a trap, a cruel game to take advantage of your vulnerability? the questions gnawed at you, but you had no choice but to wait and see.

[hannicord]

ok guys im making it a reader x carl fic but changing up my original idea a bit

𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗉𝖾 - 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘤

hii guys im making a carl fic obvi (WITH THE COOLEST UNIQUE PLOT EVER!!!) but should I make it oc or reader.. idm either way but what would you guys want??

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𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗉𝖾 - 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘤

hii guys im making a carl fic obvi (WITH THE COOLEST UNIQUE PLOT EVER!!!) but should I make it oc or reader.. idm either way but what would you guys want??

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INTRO ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

hai im nat and im 15 + asian!! ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

im gonna b posting ab my twd dr and oneshots or fanfics I make!!

most of my fanfics/oneshots will be daryl,carl or rosita based but i take recs for any characters and am srsly downfor ANY reqs!! *ೃ༄

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