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HELLO!! i am the "3stq" fella, i got a new account yippee

if your requests are open atm, maybe ler daryl and lee of your choice?

take your time and stay hydrated!?

Hey! Sorry for the wait, i havent been online much recently lol. Hope you enjoy!!

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It was a calm, sunny day in Alexandria, and Daryl and Rick were out on a run together. They had been scavenging for supplies, trying to keep the community safe and well-stocked. As they walked through the woods, Daryl stumbled over a tree root and accidentally dropped a box of canned food.

"Come on, Daryl, watch where you're going," Rick chided, shaking his head.

Daryl grunted in response, his trademark scowl firmly in place. He bent down to pick up the fallen cans, muttering under his breath. But before he could straighten up, Rick lunged at him, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Hey, watch it!" Daryl protested, trying to push Rick away.

But Rick was relentless, his fingers finding Daryl's sides and starting to tickle him mercilessly. Daryl let out a surprised yelp, trying to twist away from Rick's grasp.

"Ha! Gotcha, Daryl! You're so ticklish!" Rick teased, laughing as Daryl struggled to fend him off. Rick dug his fingers anywhere he could: Daryl's sides, belly, ribs and even tried to flutter his fingers over Daryl's neck, causing Daryl to scrunch his shoulders.

Daryl huffed and puffed, trying to regain his composure as Rick continued to tickle him. The laughter that bubbled out of him was unexpected but infectious, and soon both men were chuckling together, a rare moment of levity in their otherwise grim world.

CALRIGHT ALRIGHT STAHAHAP" Daryl finally managed to say between gasps of breath. "YOU WIN JUST STOP TICKLING ME DAMMIT!!"

Rick relented, finally releasing Daryl from his clutches. The two men leaned against a tree, catching their breath and sharing a smile.

"Guess you're not as tough as you look, Daryl," Rick said, teasingly.

Daryl shot him a mock glare, but there was a hint of amusement in his eyes. He knew that in a world as chaotic and dangerous as theirs, moments like these were precious. And as they continued on their run, Daryl couldn't help but feel grateful for his friend, who could bring a smile to his face even in the darkest of times.

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Hope you enjoyed!!! :D

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Just thought I'd let you all know that I'm going to start writing for the movie Luca as well! Feel free to send in any requests!

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INTRODUCTION

Hello! My name is Rue!

I go he/him pronouns!

I'm comfortable with DMs and chats! I'd love to get to know my mutuals and followers, so if you're comfy, you can always message me for anything, I don't bite, I promise teehee!

I'm fine with any ages to interact with my page, just don't be weird!

My asks, requests and DMs are currently OPEN

FANDOMS

Fandoms I write for are:

The Walking Dead (S1-S11)

IT (2017)

The Black Phone

Percy Jackson

If you'd like me to write for any other fandoms that aren't listed on here, just ask or message me and I'll see if I can write for them :D

BOUNDARIES

I am NOT comfortable with:

NSFW fics/asks

Sexual DMs/asks

NSFW tickle torture

I AM comfortable with:

SFW fics/asks

Casual and SFW DMs/asks

Headcannons

Tickle fics in general

Random chats/asks

I'm mostly always in the mood to write or make a post, so please send requests! Thanks everyone, take care :D

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i love how almost every fic is just daryl getting wrecked 😭 it's so funny to see

anyway, if requests are open, maybe lee reader and ler daryl?

and as prompt, "I didn't know you were this ticklish."

ily stay hydrated and take care teehee

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As the sun beat down on Alexandria, you found yourself alone in the armory, organizing some supplies for a quick supply run, when Daryl walked in, his crossbow slung over his shoulder.

"Where ya goin'?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe. You quickly gathered the rest of your weapons, and shoved them in your supply bag.

"On a run." You replied, bluntly, turning to face him. Daryl grunted and nodded softly, moving a little to let you through the doorway. As you passed him, he spoke up again.

"Can I come with?"

"No." You replied, desperate to be by yourself.

He followed you out the armory like a lost puppy.

"Why not?" He grunted, readjusting his crossbow.

You paused. You didn't want him to worry, but all you wanted right now was to be alone.

"Because I said so." Was the only answer you could think so.

Just as you were about to keep walking, Daryl grabbed you by your waist and pinned you against the wall. You let out a small yelp, and began squirming.

You glanced up at him. Daryl gave you a teasing smirk before digging his fingers into your sides, managing you keep you pinned against the wall.

You squealed with surprise and tried to squirm away, but Daryl was relentless in his tickle attack.

"DARYL STAHAHAHAP AHAHA!" You squealed between laughter, trying to push away his hands.

"I didn't know you were this ticklish," he teased, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to tickle you.

His fingers danced along your ribs, sending uncontrollable waves of laughter bubbling up from deep within you. You tried to catch your breath between fits of laughter, but Daryl didn't let up. His fingers found every sensitive spot, eliciting even more laughter from you.

"STAHAHAP PLEASE HAHA!" You pleaded between giggles, but Daryl only chuckled in response.

"Maybe I should tickle ya more when ya grumpy." He teased, his fingers finding their way to your sides again, squeezing relentlessly.

Between fits of laughter, your knees buckled underneath you and you slowly slid down the wall, bringing Daryl with you. Daryl stopped tickling you, his hands staying firm but gentle on your hips.

Eventually, you were able to catch your breath and regain your composure. You turned to face Daryl, a mix of embarrassment and amusement on your face. You let out a giggle, resting your forhead against his chest. "I hate you so much" you teased, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Daryl simply grinned in response, the rare twinkle in his eye never fading. "Just thought I'd cheer ya up," he replied with a wink. "So...can I come with ya on that run?" He asked.

You rolled your eyes and stood up. Daryl stood up with you. You playfully pushed at his chest.

"Fine. But no more tickles, I swear to God." You replied. Daryl smiled softly and nodded.

You both walked out the room, armed with your weapons. Even though Daryl could be a pain towards you, and only you, you were grateful he was able to make you laugh.

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Hope you enjoyed! Sorry for the wait😭

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Hi, could I rq an IT fic with Lee!edsie ler!richie and bill or losers? Thanks!

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It was a lazy afternoon in Derry, and the Losers Club had gathered at the Barrens for a little break from their everyday lives. They were all sitting in the long grass, joking and laughing, when Richie glanced over at Eddie.

The usually nervous boy seemed on edge. As usual. As the others talked, Richie reached out and poked Eddie's side.

"What's wrong with yo-"

Before Richie could finish his sentence, Eddie had curled up on himself, giggling.

He was ticklish.

A cruel, shit eating grin formed on Richie's face and he turned to the others.

"Guys!" He exclaimed, before Eddie grabbed his arm.

"Don't you fucking dare or I swear to God I'll-"

"Eddie's ticklish!" Richie finished, before he lunged at Eddie, his fingers quickly finding their way to Eddie's sides. Eddie let out a surprised squeal, trying to wriggle away from Richie's relentless tickling assault.

"Ah-SHIHIHIT RICHIE STAHAHAHAP AHAHAHA!" Eddie gasped between laughs. Eddie tried to push Richie away, but Richie was quick to pin him down, straddling him and tickling him mercilessly. Eddie thrashed and squirmed, unable to stop the laughter bubbling out of him.

Richie only laughed harder, his hands moving with lightning speed as he tickled Eddie's ribs and stomach.

"AHHHAHA RICHIE PLEHEHEHEHAHAHA" Eddie pleaded through deep belly laughter, growing tired from squirming.

"Guys, cmon, help!" Richie encouraged, his grin widening as Bill, Stan, Beverly and Mike crawled over and surrounded themselves around Eddie and Richie, ready to join in.

Richie then saw the pure tears streaming down the sides of Eddie's face as he clawed at Eddie's ribs. He felt bad.

"Okay I'll stahap," Richie giggled, reluctantly crawling off Eddie, who was now a blushing giggly mess in the grass.

The other kids were laughing and clapping, enjoying the show.

"You gotta admit, it was fun, right?" Richie teased, ruffling Eddie's hair.

Eddie glared playfully at him before breaking into a smile. "Fine, fine, it was kinda fun," he conceded, rolling his eyes.

They all settled down again, the sound of their laughter echoing through the Barrens, It was moments like these that made all the hardships and terrors they faced in Derry worth it.

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Guys I have a massive writers block rn💀 requests would help sm😭

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Daryl is a very tough, serious and shy man. and they find his one weak spot (tickle!)

I say they find it because I want many people who know Daryl to tickle him. Of course, there will be problems in adding it to the story, but is it possible for at least more than 3 people to notice this weak point and tickle him? It doesn't matter who the characters are.🥺💜

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It was a typical day in Alexandria, the sun was shining, and the birds were chirping. But something was off. Daryl Dixon, normally tough and stoic, had been acting more shy and quiet than usual. Rick Grimes knew that Daryl needed a good laugh. So he invited him over to their house, where Carl, Michonne, Maggie, and Glenn were all lounging on the couches.

Daryl sat beside Rick, his eyes darting nervously around the room. Rick could see the tension in his shoulders and knew he needed to do something to break the ice.

"Daryl, you ok?" He asked softly, leaning over and poking Daryl in the side. Daryl flinched and let out a small laugh, but it was enough to catch the attention of the others.

He was ticklish.

Rick paused before his lips curled into a shit eating grin. He gave the others a quick glance. Daryl knew he was done for. Daryl tried to get up, but Rick held him down.

"Now now Daryl," he teased, motioning for the others to join in. "We know you need a good laugh."

"Rick let me gohoho-" Daryl whined, trying to wriggle out of Rick's grip.

Glenn, giggling, made his way over to the two and dug his fingers into Daryl's sides.

"NononoNOAHAHAAAA!!" Daryl squealed, desperately trying to wriggle out of Rick's hold.

Carl, Maggie and michonne burst out laughing. They decided to join in.

Before Daryl could react, Rick and the others pounced, dragging him to the carpeted floor. Their hands danced over his sides, tickling him mercilessly. Daryl's laughter filled the room, echoing off the walls as he tried to squirm away from their relentless assault.

"STAHAHAP PLEHEHEHEHEHAHAHA!" Daryl gasped between fits of laughter. "I"LL GEHEHET YOU BAHACK FOR THIS I SWEHEHEHEHAR!"

But the others paid no mind, thoroughly enjoying the sight of their normally reserved friend being reduced to a fit of giggles. Michonne's fingers were like feathers, tickling the sensitive spots along Daryl's ribs. Glenn targeted Daryl's belly, while Maggie, with Carl holding daryls arms above his head, attacked his armpits with expert precision.

"Never knew you were so ticklish, Daryl." Rick taunted, lightly teasing daryls neck, making him scrunch his shoulders as best he could.

"OHOHOKAY I GIVE UHUHUHUP!" Daryl managed to gasp out, tears of laughter streaming down his face. "STAHAHAP AHAHA!"

But the tickling continued, and Daryl's protests were drowned out by his own laughter. It felt like an eternity before they finally relented, allowing Daryl to catch his breath. He lay on the floor, panting and red-faced, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement.

"That was...unfair," Daryl managed to choke out. "Screw you." He gave the others the finger.

The others laughed, sitting back on the couches and exchanging satisfied grins. It was rare to see Daryl so carefree, and they were glad to have been the ones to bring out his lighter side.

Daryl regained his composure, sitting up straight and making his way back to the couch beside Rick.

"I hate you." He said, but a small smirk still tugged at the corner of his lips.

Rick clapped a hand on Daryl's shoulder and grinned. "Awesome." He said, a teasing grin on his face.

As they all settled back into the easy rhythm of conversation, the tension in the room had melted away. Daryl sunk into the sofa, eventually falling asleep, his body exhausted from the tickling.

"Looks like we now know how to lull him to sleep." Michonne said, sinking into the couch herself.

The others laughed, keeping their conversations hushed as Daryl slept.

And when Daryl wakes up, they might just do it again.

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Thank you for your request! I hope you enjoyed!!

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Hey guys! just a little request, when y'all request fics, could you please suggest a prompt to go with it? I'd really appreciate it, because it's getting difficult to think 😭

Thank you for all the requests btw! ❤️

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Hi, could I request a lee!reader ler!daryl when the reader is very shy? Thank you!

Hi! Yes of course! I hope you enjoy :D

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The sun was setting over the Georgia skyline as you and Daryl Dixon walked through the abandoned bushy streets. The air was heavy with tension as you moved cautiously, the sound of walkers echoing in the distance. Daryl's crossbow was slung over his shoulder, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of safety knowing that Daryl was by your side.

As you carefully made your way through the streets, you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine. Daryl noticed and gave a reassuring squeeze to your shoulder, a small, comforting gesture that made you feel a little less afraid.

"Y'okay?" Daryl murmured, his voice soft but gruff.

You nodded shyly, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to silently calm your nerves. "Yeah, I'm alright. Just a little on edge, y'know?"

Daryl nodded in understanding, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any danger. "Don't worry, I got ya," he said, his voice steady and reassuring.

As you continued on your journey back to Alexandria, you still couldn't shake the feeling of nervousness. Daryl must have sensed it, because he suddenly stopped in his tracks and turned to face you.

"Hey, come 'ere," he said, reaching out to pull you into a tight embrace. You let out a shaky breath and buried your face in Daryl's shoulder, taking comfort in the warmth of his arms.

For a moment, everything felt okay. You were just two people in a world that had gone to hell, finding solace in each other's presence. But then, as Daryl pulled away, his fingers brushed against your sides. You let out a small giggle, shyly covering your grin with your hand.

"What's got ya grinnin'?" he asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Your cheeks flushed pink, embarrassment washing over you as you tried to hide your smile. "N-nothing. Just-"

But before you could finish your sentence, Daryl reached out experimentally, tickling your sides.

He knew.

You let out an adorable squeal of laughter, desperately trying to squirm away from his touch. But daryl only grinned. He dropped his crossbow, it making a thud as it hit the ground. He wrapped his arms around you, this time in a strong bear hug, using his free hand to scribble all over your belly.

"AHAHAHAAA DAHAHAHARYL STAHAHAP!" You squealed, struggling to break free from his grasp.

Daryl held you firmly in place, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yer ticklish, ain't ya?" he teased, his fingers dancing over your sensitive sides and belly.

Your laughter mingled with helpless whines, laughing and squirming uncontrollably.

"DAHARYL PLEASE STAHAHAAHAHAA!"

But Daryl didn't let up, his fingers relentless as he continued to tickle you, your laughter echoing through the empty streets. Your cheeks were flushed as you tried to catch your breath, your sides and stomach aching from the relentless assault of Daryl's fingers.

Finally, Daryl relented, letting you catch your breath. Your knees buckled and you layed on your back on the concrete, giggling tiredly. Daryl lay beside you, giving you a playful nudge.

"Jesus," you panted, your cheeks still pink from embarrassment. "You're relentless."

Daryl chuckled, a rare grin on his face. "Y'needed that. Lighten up a bit, darlin'," he said, his voice soft and light as he now gazed up at the sky.

You couldn't help but smile, the warmth in Daryl's eyes melting away your nerves and insecurities. You and daryl layed on the cool concrete, before making your way back home.

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HEYY!! how are you doing ? :3 can i maybe rq lee daryl... and ler carol? ugh they're like mother and son i love them sm

anyway stay hydrated and take care of yourself!! take your sweet time with it!!

HELLOOO!! I'm doing good thanks!

Of course! I hope you enjoy!

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Daryl and Carol had been wandering through the forest all day, searching for supplies and always keeping an eye out for walkers. Carol kept her eye out for any signs of Alpha and the whisperers. The sun was starting to sink low in the sky, and they finally decided to take a well-deserved break. They found a fallen tree and made themselves comfortable, using it as a makeshift bench, while aimlessly tossing acorns at an old can that was sitting a few meters away.

As they threw the acorns, Daryl's aim seemed to be terrible, and time after time, the acorns missed the can by a mile. Carol couldn't help but chuckle at his poor accuracy. "Come on, Daryl, it's not that hard. You're a hunter, for crying out loud. You should be able to hit that can with your eyes closed," she taunted, picking up another acorn to throw.

Daryl scowled at her teasing, but he couldn't deny that Carol was a natural with her aim. She threw acorns and hit the can dead center every time. Daryl grumbled, "It's the stupid can, not my aim," he muttered under his breath.

Carol laughed and nudged him with her shoulder. "Sure, blame the can. Just admit it, Daryl, my aim is better than yours," she teased, tossing another acorn, hitting the can again.

Daryl felt a mischievous twinge and decided to retaliate. He quickly grabbed a handful of acorns and started tossing them at Carol, trying to disrupt her impeccable aim. Carol squealed and ducked, the acorns landing all around her and sending her into fits of laughter.

"Hey, stop it! I'm trying to concentrate!" she scolded, giggling as she tried to fend off the acorns.

Daryl's lips curled into a smirk, and he continued to pelt her with acorns until they were both laughing uncontrollably. But as Carol tried to retaliate, she lunged at Daryl and tackled him to the ground, straddling his hips and pinning his arms under her knees with surprising ease. "Gotcha!" she crowed, her fingers wiggling as she prepared to tickle him.

Daryl's eyes widened in mock horror as he realized the ticklish predicament he had gotten himself into. "Carol, c'mon, plehehehese dont-" he protested, squirming beneath her and trying to wriggle free. But Carol was relentless, her fingers dancing along his stomach and ribs, eliciting uproarious laughter from Daryl.

"You brought this on yourself, Dixon!" she declared, grinning down at him as she continued to tickle him without mercy.

Daryl's laughs filled the forest as he writhed beneath her, struggling to catch his breath between the waves of ticklish sensations.

"NOHAHAHAHAAHA STAHAHAHAHAP!" he gasped, throwing his head back with uncontrollable laughter. Daryl then quickly gave up on squirming, since all he could do now was laugh and kick his feet helplessly.

Carol then, while squeezing Daryl's sides, ducked down and blew a raspberry on Daryl's neck. Daryl let out a squeal of laughter, dissolving into giggles.

"PLEEHEHEHEHEAHAHA CAHAHAROL STAHAP!"

Carol finally relented, letting Daryl catch his breath, as he lay on the ground, panting and tiredly giggling. She offered him a hand and helped him up.

As they settled back on the log, both a little breathless and a lot happier, Daryl nudged Carol with his elbow. "Alright, that was a good distraction. But just know, I'm gonna get you back for that. I ain't one to forget," he warned, though a playful glint in his eyes gave him away.

Carol laughed and shook her head. "Bring it on. I'm ready for whatever you've got." And with that, they both went back to tossing acorns at the can, Daryl occasionally rubbing his sides or stomach, the lingering ticklish feeling still there.

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dude ever saw i saw one fic from you i already became OBSESSED , i love your fics. i maybe even sent some rqs if u don't mind ehehhe, you're probably gonna see me a lot LMFAO

LMAO thank you so much! Send as many requests as you want!

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lee!daryl ler!glenn can you do it?

Hello! Yes, I can do it! Though I would have appreciated a use of manners. But I'm happy to write a fic for you!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Daryl Dixon and Glenn Rhee were on a quick run, driving through the deserted streets in search of supplies. Daryl took the lead while Glenn navigated from the passenger seat, keeping an eye out for potential threats. As they scoured the area, they spotted an abandoned house that seemed promising for scavenging.

Daryl pulled the car to a stop and the two of them got out, making their way cautiously towards the house. As they approached the front door, Glenn suddenly put his hand to Daryl's chest, stopping him in his tracks. Daryl raised an eyebrow at him, a smirk playing on his lips as he teased Glenn for being so brave.

But before they could continue their banter, an argument broke out between the two. Glenn accused Daryl of being reckless and not thinking things through, while Daryl defended himself, insisting that they didn't have time to be cautious in this world. The tension between them quickly escalated, and Glenn, in a fit of frustration, poked Daryl harshly in the ribs.

Daryl let out a surprised laugh, the sensation tickling him. Glenn paused, a mischievous glint in his eye. Without warning, he lunged at Daryl, pinning him up against a nearby tree. Daryl tried to push him away, but Glenn's fingers were relentless as they danced across Daryl's sides, causing him to burst into laughter.

"GLEHEHEN STAHAHAP YOU LITTLE SHIHIHIHIT!" Daryl gasped between giggles, trying to catch his breath. But Glenn was relentless, relentlessly tickling him as Daryl squirmed and writhed in an attempt to escape. His laughter echoed through the forest, enough to draw the attention of any nearby walkers.

Glenn's fingers skittered over Daryl's ribs and stomach, finding every sensitive spot that made Daryl weak with laughter. Daryl's knees buckled as he fell to the forest floor, thoroughly exhausted from the tickle attack. Glenn grinned triumphantly, teasing Daryl for being unable to withstand his tickling.

"Alright, alright, you win," Daryl panted, finally surrendering. "You're an annoying little shit, but you got me good."

Glenn smirked, leaning back and offering a hand to help Daryl up. "I told you not to mess with me, Daryl," he teased, laughing along with him.

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Hello! Could you write me a ler!carl lee!Reader fic when Arran and Eric bring reader back and they are quite shy and reserved but Carl try’s to become friends with them? Thank you?

Hello! Sorry for the late reply! Here's your fic, I hope you enjoy!

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Aaron and Eric had been out on a supply run, scavenging for food and other essentials. They had been gone for a few days, and the rest of the group at Alexandria was eagerly awaiting their return with the much-needed supplies. As the gates opened and the two men entered, there was a collective sigh of relief and excitement from the residents.

As the two entered, they revealed a companion they had with them. This person was you. Aaron and Eric had been watching you for a while, making sure you were safe to approach, and Aaron had convinced you to come to Alexandria.

You had been standing nervously beside them, watching as Aaron and Eric unloaded the supplies from their truck. You felt a pang of jealousy as you saw how easily the others interacted with each other, while you struggled to find your place. As Eric kept unloading things from the truck, Aaron approached you and explained you'd need to see Deanna. You were stripped of your weapons, and had no way to defend yourself if this "safe zone" was apparently un-safe.

Days went by, and you started to get more comfortable in Alexandria. You were very quiet and reserved, not willing to open up or really communicate with the others.

One day, as you sat on the porch of your "new home", fiddling with your pocket knife, you heard someone approach you. You flinch a little. It was a boy, around the same age as you. He wore a soft smile.

"Hey, I'm Carl," he said, extending his hand to you with a warm smile.

You hesitated for a moment, before shaking his hand tentatively, feeling your cheeks grow hot with embarrassment. "Uh, hi, I'm Y/N," you replied softly.

Carl seemed to sense your shyness and hesitance, and he made it his goal to befriend you. Over the next few days, he made a point of including you in group activities and frequently stopping by to chat with you. Slowly but surely, you began to open up to him and the other Alexandrians.

One sunny day, you found yourself hanging out with Carl, enjoying the rare moments of peace and quiet. You both sat on the grass, relaxing in the sunshine, softly chatting. You had noticed the sherrif hat he always wore, and decided to ask about it.

"It's my dad's hat. He let me have it." He replied, taking it off his head.

With a teasing grin, he placed the hat ontop of your head. It was a little big for you, making you both giggle. He then went to take it off, but somehow, his fingers grazed your ears. You let out a giggle. Carl paused.

"What was that? Are you ticklish?" He asked straight up, catching you off guard.

"N-no, I'm not," you stammered, feeling blush rise in your cheeks.

Without warning, Carl tossed his hat aside and began tickling your sides.

"Ca-ARL STAHAHAP!" You squeal, trying to grab his wrists. But he was too fast. He teased your sides and ribs, making you throw your head back with laughter.

"NOHOHOHO STAHAHAP!" you gasped between fits of laughter, trying to push Carl's hands away from your sides.

As carl tickled you, he noticed you weren't making much of an effort to squirm away. This made him smirk.

"Not making much of an effort to get away, are you, y/n?" He teased, a smug grin on his face as he began to spider his fingers across your belly.

"SHUT UHUHUHP!" You laughed, giving up on trying to push his hands away. Your face was red, and your stomach was starting to ache. Carl let up, giving you a playful nudge.

Catching your breath, you mock glare at him. Carl chuckles.

"You're so grumpy. Maybe I should do this more often." He taunted, poking your ribs.

You let out a small giggle, wrapping your arms around your torso. "Not fair." You say, a small smile on your face.

"I thought maybe a good tickle would bring you out of your shell," Carl teased, relaxing back into the grass.

You snort and squeeze his side in return. To your surprise, carl let out a small squeak.

He was also ticklish.

This would be fun.

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Thanks for your request!!

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Hi! Could I request a lee!Carl ler!Daryl fic please?

Hii! Second fic I've written today! I want an excuse to write so thank you for requesting!

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Daryl Dixon had been looking for Carl Grimes all over Alexandria. Rick was at the gates with Michonne, ready to go on a supply run, when he told Daryl to go get Carl for him. Daryl obeyed and wandered through the streets for the young Grimes boy. He had a feeling Carl was up to something, and when he finally found him in the armory, he knew he was right.

"Hey, what are you doing in here, Carl?" Daryl asked, startling the boy.

Carl, who was rummaging through the handguns, quickly turned around, a guilty look on his face. "Oh, uh, just looking for... um... some extra ammo. Yeah, that's it."

Daryl raised an eyebrow. "Sure you were. C'mon, kid, what's really going on?"

Carl let out a small sigh, fiddling with his eyepatch. Then suddenly, he made a run for it, dashing past Daryl. But Daryl was too fast for him, and with a swift move, he pinned Carl to the ground, sending Carl's sheriff hat flying off his head.

"Hey, let me go, dammit!" Carl protested, trying to break free from Daryl's grasp.

But Daryl wasn't going to let him off that easy. He held Carl down with ease and, with a mischievous glint in his eye, pinned carls wrists above his head, and launched his tickle attack.

"Let me gohoHOHAHAHAHAA AHAH!" Carl shouted, only to be cut off by his own laughter. Carl squirmed ans laughed as Daryl, using his free hand, altered between squeezing Carls sides and clawing at his stomach.

Daryl couldn't help but chuckle as he heard Carl's laughter fill the room. It felt strange to Daryl to be the one tickling someone, as he had always been on the receiving end of his mean older brother's tickle attacks. But now, it was his turn to make someone else laugh.

"PLEHEHEHEHESE STOHOHOHOP" Carl gasped between laughs, trying to catch his breath. Daryl skittered his fingers up carls ribs, sending carls laughter higher. Carl threw his head back with laughter, kicking his feet uselessly.

When Daryl heard Carls laughter alter between loud, boisterous laughter and silent laughter, Daryl finally relented, allowing Carl to catch his breath as he lay on the floor, still giggling from the tickles.

Just then, Rick entered the room by himself, a puzzled but amused look on his face as he saw the scene before him.

"What's going on here?" Rick asked, eyebrow raised.

Daryl and Carl quickly composed themselves, with Daryl helping Carl up from the floor. Carl, dusting himself off, reached down and picked up his hat, still giggling a little, a hand against his aching belly.

"Nothing, just teachin' the kid a lesson," Daryl replied, smirking at Carl.

Rick shook his head, chuckling. "You two are a handful, I swear," Rick said, turning around to leave. But before he left the room, he quickly turned back around.

"Oh, and Carl, Michonne and I need you for a run." Rick said, before leaving, expecting carl to follow.

As Rick left the armory, Daryl looked at Carl with a smirk. "You gotta be more stealthy if you wanna sneak around, kid."

Carl rolled his eyes, a small smile on his face. "Yeah, yeah, I'll keep that in mind." He said, putting on his hat and walking out to follow his dad.

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[rwateringcan03]

could i rq lee!carl and ler!enid?????????? i am literally OBSESSED with them rn. idk why but like omg they are so cute

Hello! Of course!

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It was a rare moment of peace for Carl Grimes and Enid. The two teenagers sat side by side in the woods outside the walls of Alexandria, enjoying the quiet, reading. As they flipped through the pages in silence, Carl was suddenly caught off guard when Enid poked him in the side.

"Enid, quit it." Carl grumbled, but with a playful smile, squirming away from her teasing jab.

Enid grinned mischievously and poked him again, then before Carl could react, she lunged at him and tackled him to the ground, straddling his hips. With her knees pinning his arms down and her hands hovering over his sides, she unleashed a flurry of ticklish fingers.

Carl burst into laughter, squirming and writhing beneath her, trying to escape her relentless assault. Enid's fingers danced over his ribs and sides, eliciting loud, uncontrollable giggles from the boy beneath her.

"AHAHHAAHA, STAHAHAHAP!!" Carl pleaded between laughs, his face turning red as he struggled to catch his breath.

But Enid paid no heed to his pleas, her laughter mingling with his as she continued to bombard him with tickles, knowing full well that he was hopelessly ticklish. She enjoyed seeing him like this—carefree, playful, and completely at ease, something they both rarely got to experience anymore.

"You're so ticklish Carl, I could tickle you all day~" Enid teased, skittering her fingers across carls belly.

"EHEHEHENID PLEAHAHAHAHA" Carl threw his head back with laughter.

Finally Enid relented and released him, collapsing beside him with a laugh, grinning at carls red face.

"You're adorable." She teased, ruffling his hair.

Carl groaned and lay there panting, trying to compose himself as Enid chuckled beside him. "That was not fair, Enid," he panted, mock-glaring at her.

"Sorry, not sorry," she teased, nudging him with her elbow. "You were asking for it."

The two caught their breath, before making their way back to Alexandria. As they were allowed through the gates, the two were stopped by Rick.

"What on earth were you doing out there?" He said with a smirk. "I swear I heard laughter."

Carl giggled nervously, but before he could answer, Enid butted in with a playful smile.

"The books were funny. That's all". She said, nudging Carl.

Rick chuckled and sent them both home.

As the sun began to set over Alexandria, carl lay in bed, already planning his revenge.

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[rwateringcan03]

HIHIHIHIHI!!!! it’s been a while😝, hru???? but also is there anything else you’ll write for besides the stuff on your pinned post? this could be a dumb question honestly

HELLOOOO!! I'm doing good thanks for asking🙏 I'll pretty much write for anything (as long as I know the fandom ofc lol). Just dm me or send another ask of what fic you'd like and I'll see if I can do it! :))