#Carl grimes death

[graciexmarvel]

Did I just spend the last three days crying over carl grimes death?

Yes

Yes I did

[carlsdarling]

Carl's lost future

Have you ever wondered what Carl's life would have been like if he had the chance to turn 30? He might have:

Be able to have a relationship with a woman who loves him for who he is, with his scar and his occasionally difficult character. That lady could have been Enid, assuming she would have survived as well. It could also have been Lydia, or someone completely different.

He could have had kids of his own who would have been as adorable as he was; he would have taught them to shoot, and they would have been cute and badass at the same time. Just like Carl and Judith were as kids. Carl would have been a great father.

He would have been there for Judith, RJ and Michonne all his life.

He could have at least reconciled with Negan and found a mutual path. Negan always had a soft spot for Carl. If anyone could have brought peace between the communities, it was Carl. He could have possibly united several communities.

A little older, he could have been the leader. Carl would have had all the skills necessary to do so and would have learned additional ones.

He certainly would not have believed for a second that Rick was dead and would have searched for him relentlessly.

That's what comes to my mind spontaneously. Anyone can relate?

Altogether, his death was completely unnecessary and ruined the whole series for me. His death scene was heartbreaking, and I was kind of traumatized afterwards and could never watch the episode again, I wish I hadn't seen it. Really shitty writing... especially since Carl does survive in the comics.

Just my thoughts. Good night. I'm sad.

[linusbenjamin]

The Walking Dead 4.16 — A

[zombiewhor3]

THE END OF US

fem reader x carl grimes

WARNINGS: main character death, spouse loss, angst, grief, implications of depression,

impatiently she waited, well in her mind it had felt like years, when in reality it had only been months since she watched Glenn die.

Now she was waiting for a letter from Carl,

she waited for a letter that explained what was happening in Alexandria while she was staying at Hilltop.

everyday felt like hell without any word from Carl, and with the war still going on nobody from Alexandria ever visited Hilltop.

Unless it was necessary, unless they needed supplies or even people to fight with them.

And even then Hilltop hadn't had that much to offer as their own food source and weapon source began to grow smaller and smaller.

Y/n rested on her knees her hands wearing gloves as she gently placed in the last tomato plant into the garden bed Maggie had created.

Once covered with soil she slipped off her gloves and used a watering container to drizzle water over the plants in hope they grow full and healthy with fresh vegetables for them to eat.

she could hear the guards yell a signal to open the gates to which she rushed and stood just at the opening watching as people from Alexandria started to fill in.

Rick, Daryl, Rosita and Tara all there with nothing but false expressions trying to hide the fact they had just lost another person.

Without a doubt y/n wrapped her arms around Daryl and she could sense something was off, not just by the lack of the hug back but from the way he hadn't said anything to her.

the gates shut behind them and they had stepped foot into hilltops territory, Rick had looked down at his shoes after seeing Maggie approaching to see what news there was.

Carol and Morgan gathered behind her and other members of hilltop stopped their job to look at the leader Rick Grimes in front of them.

"what's happening?" Carol asked and could see as Daryl made an eye contact with her, a sad one, one that was swallowing back sadness.

"Carls dead" the words from ricks mouth struck her like lightning, her eyes widened and everything in her body seemed to freeze.

her knees dropped to the ground and it felt like the world had stopped, her vision blurred and her lungs collapsing inside her.

Maggie had wrapped her arms around her, because she understood the pain, the pain of losing someone without even a goodbye.

-

Now she hadn't eaten anything in days, nothing except small sips of water to keep her mouth from running unbearably dry.

she sat at the guard tower day and night, she was ignoring the fact she needed sleep.

a gun was rested in her holster as she desperately waited for something, anything to come by the gates of Alexandria.

now that Carl was gone what was the meaning of this god forsaken place? Was one dead boy really going to stop a war?

she had been transported to Alexandria by Maggie and Jesus in hopes that she would maybe be able to properly mourn.

because it was carls body buried on that land, he was buried right next to where all the others were, where they all rested peacefully.

but she hadn't visited his grave, no matter how much she wanted to face the reality that he was gone it was all just to much.

She could feel a palm press against her shoulder blade and it had made her jump a little.

"relax kiddo it's me" Daryl spoke and could see as she let out a relived breath, she took a seat on the railing and watched him do the same.

"you shouldn't be up here all the time" Daryl spoke and could see as she shrugged,

and just as he was about to speak again he heard giggles coming from just below them.

they peaked their head down to see Judith who was running out of the house, her blonde hair bouncing around in her face.

y/n had climbed down the ladder to grab her before she had gotten to far from Michonne or ricks reach,

Holding her in her arms and seeing her smile had made her start to quiver a little,

she had a sad and soft expression as she looked at the joyful child who had no clue what was happening except that she was running.

Not from something or a monster she was running because she was a gleeful child, who was simply trying to play like every child should. 

she only imagined what the future would be like without Carl, birthdays and holidays would go by as his and Judith's hand print on the front porch would soon start to wither away from the rain and all sorts of weather that had occured.

she would spend her nights alone and when in doubt of making the right decision she had no one to guide her, no one to settle her emotions when they were all torn up into shreds. 

she never understood why carl was so nice of heart, why he was so willing to let a stranger come into their home, he gave him food and water and yet he was still re-paid from the world with a walker bite, one that couldn't be cured or amputated. 

there was nothing he could do but turn into rotting flesh, turn into one of those monsters. 

everyone else in the community could sense her ache as they walked past, as they could see the lack of sleep and the pity that always seemed to linger in her eyes after he died. 

especially Daryl, he could see how she sat at his grave for hours at a time flipping through his old comic books or just staring blankly at it almost like she was thinking and yet he knew exactly what was in her thoughts because he had the same ones.

the same ones of if he had made the right choice would Glenn be alive? if he hadn't let his temper escape him what would've happened? 

she couldn't help herself but think if she'd stayed in Alexandria with him maybe she could've prevented the bite, prevented all the ache the rotting corpses caused to their family.

maybe he'd still be alive right here and now and standing up for what he believed in. 

she sat at the foot of her grave as Judith played with a stuffed toy in her lap, y/n could feel her heart ache a little at the fact of the child's innocence how sweet she was and how the world truly didn't deserve her or her brother. 

but in the end she still had all the memories and rememberance of the sweet words he used to say, the comic books he left by her bedside and oh, the crafted necklace he made her. 

and if she ever needed to talk he'd be there buried.

[nigesakis]

*on my deathbed*

my grandkids: grandpa... please say something..

me: never... google... the characters wiki... while watching... the show .. *dies*

my grandkids: grandpa!!!😭

[twd-obsessed-bitch]

Thinking about Rick calling Michonne his wife,

And about how he doesn't know he has another son, he kept talking about his wife and his daughter but he doesn't know about his son

I want to scream, TWD universe makes me want to scream

[tatumis-awesome]

“Honor”

“....Carl’s dead.”

“...”

“He wrote letters.”

“...He wrote one to you.”

“He asked you...”

“To stop.”

“He asked me to stop.”

— The Walking Dead, S8:E9

[eileennatural]

sitting around emotionally compromised thinking abt how big and loud rick grimes' feelings are and by comparison how quiet carl is. sure, carl gets angry and picks fights but when is he loud or expressive? they have the same dynamic in almost all of their most devastating moments. after lori's death, rick is screaming, crying, rolling on the ground and carl is just standing there quietly and alone. when negan makes rick think he has to cut off carl's arm, rick is crying and begging and carl just quietly tells him to do it. when carl is dying, he's reassuring rick that he was a good father. hmm interesting

[guardian-angel12]

Till Death

You said, "Drink from me, drink from me" When I was so thirsty Pour on a symphony Now I just can't get enough Put your wings on me, wings on me When I was so heavy Pour on a symphony  When I'm low, low, low, low

Chapter Two

The brothers steps were near silent in the woods, no words exchanging between them but the occasional gesture and call that mimicked a bird or animal. 

Elaina stuck close to Daryl, even when the two separated she stayed with him, doing whatever he ordered. 

"Just right there," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he showed her where to lay the snare.

She carefully spread the rope, Daryl tying it tightly to a small tree across from them. 

He was utterly silent as the two of them waited, backed up against a ditch a little bit away. 

"You've done this a lot?" She asked quietly. 

"Long before all this." 

She watched him for a while, not once did he move his eyes to her, but kept them focused on the forest beyond, waiting on his trap to go off. 

Finally, Daryl turned to her, blinking when he saw her hazel-green irises fixed on him. "What?" He barely pronounced the T, and she found she liked his drawled words. Elaina opened her mouth to ask him another question—thank him again, she didn't know, she just wanted to speak to him, but light footsteps sounded and both of them raised their weapons, Elaina having brought a large dagger. 

Merle put his hands up, rifle in one hand and a smirk on his face. "Hope I didn't interrupt nothing..." he whispered, smirking at Daryl who rolled his eyes. 

"Look," Elaina pointed, a large stag walking carefully through the forest, straight for the snare. 

Merle nudged Daryl's shoulder, holding his rifle up, smarter to use the crossbow than the gun, and the snare might cause more attention than it was worth if they could kill it without. 

"I got it," the younger murmered, he aimed with his bow held against the raised forest bed, one eye closed, then loosed the arrow. It whistled at it shot, and hit the buck right in the temple, making it collapse instantly. 

Elaina raised her brow as Daryl stood, throwing his bow over his back. "Gotta hurry 'fore those ugly bastards smell it." 

Merle walked over to help him, and when Elaina offered to help both men told her to simply watch for walkers.

                                      +++

"Why the hell would you offer that woman to stay in the RV?" Andrea put her hands on her hips to ask Dale, standing just below the shade of the camper. 

Dale gave her a look, rifle held against his shoulder. "Well, she's new and needs a place to sleep... The least we could do is offer her somewhere other than the dirt." 

Andrea leaned in a little. "So you'd be comfortable allowing a stranger to sleep under the same roof as me and Amy?" 

"She hasn't done anything wrong." 

"Yet. You don't even know her." 

"I didn't know you either when I met you and I never heard you protest me giving you a place to stay." 

"Dale, her choice of companionship is the Dixons, does that really give off a good sense to you?" 

"They've done nothing wrong to us either, besides the harsh word here and there. They keep the camp safe and food on the fire. Andrea, allies are what's needed now more than ever, and if we treat everyone new like an enemy how are we ever supposed to find the right people?" 

"I don't like this." 

"I'm not asking you to like it, I'm asking you to give her a chance. Like I gave you." 

Andrea huffed, shaking her head slowly and looking away. 

Dale looked across the camp at the people emerging from the woods, the brothers and Elaina, and a large deer in tow. "Looks like they came through again." He said to Andrea before walking off to them. 

                                      +++

The Dixons gave what was left over of their venison to the rest of the camp, between that and the fish caught in the stream by Shane, it was more than enough for everyone. 

Merle had had a few sharp words when giving it away, something about how they shouldn't be the only ones to work for the food, but she felt like it was a mask to not show weakness, especially when Shane was trying to dictate the actions of the whole camp, the brothers would not appear helpless like most of the others. 

As the sun started getting low she began to weigh her options, but felt the uncomfortable watch of most everyone in the camp on her. 

"You know, the offer to stay in the RV?" Dale stood over where she sat on a log, giving her a small smile. "It still stands."

Elaina nodded. "Thank you." 

She waited for him to leave before sighing, that seemed like the only option, but she wanted nothing to do with it if it would only be Andrea's glares and distrust the whole time. 

"Hey," Daryl's thick voice suddenly caught her attention, "Come see this." 

She stood and followed him, and came to find a makeshift tent pitched up right near his and Merle's. "Figured ya might like some kinda shelter tonight, I can move it to a more private area if ya like?" He looked to her with that half-squint he seemed to always do, cocking his head in her direction. 

She didn't know what to say for a few moments, almost wanting to tell him she could take care of herself. "Daryl, I... Thank you. This is perfect." 

He looked away. "Nah, just saw how they look at you. I get it." 

She placed her hand on his arm gently. "I appreciate it." 

He paused at her touch, then looked down at her hand, nodding once before walking into his tent without a word. She may have thought anything of it if that wasn't his normal behavior. 

                                      +++

The next morning clouds had rolled in, giving a slight relief from the harsh Georgia sun. 

Elaina had offered to help Carol around the camp, quickly realizing the quiet woman was one of the only ones who didn't judge her much. 

"You think you could check Sophia for me?" Carol asked gently, shoulders peaking inward as if she didn't expect a yes. 

"Of course." Elaina nodded, setting down the clothes she was mending to walk off toward the area Sophia and Loris's son Carl were playing. 

She rounded the RV and saw the two children hesitating near the edge of the camp, a drop in the ground outside the makeshift fence consisting of  cans and bottles hanging from fishing line, a trap for walkers should they wander into the camp, that way they wouldn't go unnoticed. 

"It went into the trees, Carl..." Sophia said. "I'll get Shane." 

"I'll get it myself," Carl answered, readying himself to crawl under the wire and into the trees. 

Elaina breathed in to tell him to stop when Merle approached the kids, making both of them stop short and look up at the man. 

"The hell you kids think you're doing?" He asked them, barely any of the roughness in his tone like he took with most everyone else. 

"Uh, we lost our ball, Mr. Dixon..." Carl stammered a little, clearly nervous that he would be reprimanded for being caught about to cross the barrier. 

"Lost your ball," Merle looked into the woods, then back to the children, then with a small sigh stepped over the wire, walked into the brush and retrieved it for them, passing it into Carl's hands. "Don't you go running off into the trees, boy. Difference between brave and being stupid." 

"Y—yes sir, thank you." 

"Now I won't tell your mamas about this if you stay outta trouble. Now get." 

They looked at each other and nodded. "We won't." Sophia mumbled, then they went on their way, Merle shook his head as he watched them go, then walked off to his and Daryl's area, he never saw Elaina, now smiling wryly, leaning against the RV. 

She uncrossed her arms and went back to Carol, helping her hang the last of the clothes. "She's still with Carl?" Carol asked. 

"Yeah, she's fine." Elaina answered, tossing the last pair of jeans over the line. 

Carol smiled softly to herself, continuing about her work. Elaina felt comfortable around her, if a little sorry for the woman. She knew something was going on with her husband, but was too untrusted to ask, but she hoped they'd realize she had no harmful intentions over the next few weeks. 

When she wasn't hunting, Elaina spent her spare time helping Carol and Jacqui with keeping the camp livable. Besides her, she felt fine with Dale, Lori and Glenn. She'd barely met some of the others but had stuck close to Daryl and Merle. 

Daryl was quiet for the most part, he kept to himself. Although his temper was short-fused she never felt threatened or nervous around him, and knew they shared an understanding about life. She found that he would talk to her more if they were alone rather than around people, which she didn't mind. 

Merle was rougher, that was for sure. Not afraid to voice his piece to the other campers even if they didn't listen. He generally said nothing to the women, and if he did he wasn't harsh with them like the men. He was the worst to Shane and T-Dog. Shane—Elaina thought—was understandable, especially with his self-righteous personality. But T had done nothing much to spark her distaste. 

She knew both the brothers tried to act meaner than they were, especially with Daryl's unconscious protectiveness and Merle's soft spot for the children, one he'd shown the day he helped them with their toy. 

"Was just about to go hunt." Daryl told her as she sat cleaning her knife outside her tent. "Wanna come?" 

"Sure." 

Merle said nothing to them as he walked by, tossing a few things into a small bag and loading his gun. 

"Thought I was hunting today?" Daryl said, taking a step towards his brother. 

"You are," the elder answered. 

"Then what's the bullets for?" 

"Headin' to Atlanta for a supply run, someone's gotta get it done."

"Then I'll go, too." Daryl instantly grabbed a leather vest from his tent, but Merle grabbed his arm. 

"No, you won't. You're gonna stay here. City's infested." 

"I can handle my own." 

Merle smirked, giving a small nod to his younger sibling. "I said I've got it. Someone's gotta keep an eye on the lady, anyways." He jerked his head towards Elaina, she bristled slightly but couldn't disagree with his decision. 

"He's probably right, you should stay." She told Daryl, then turned to Merle. "But are you sure it's safe?" 

He scoffed. "Couple of creepers ain't gonna have shit on me. Be back before dark if all goes well," he clapped Daryl's shoulder. "See ya, little brother." 

Daryl watched him go, joining a small group made up of just five others. 

Elaina noticed his subtle nervousness and even frustration, a dark shadow in his eye as he watched his brother go. 

Elaina stepped up next to him, but he quickly turned and treaded off into the forest, leaving her to catch up. 

"Daryl?" She called to him softly as she stepped over the forest bed to make it to him. "Are you okay?" 

"Hate it when he does that." He mumbled, watching his footing. 

"Does what?" She pushed a branch up out of her face to walk past. 

"Just up and leaves. Didn't even talk about it and wouldn't have. He would've just left. Again." 

His last word was so quiet she barely heard it, but she chose not to ask. "I'm sure he would've." She offered. He scoffed. "Really, I believe that." 

"Yeah..." he looked up into the trees, and she realized he probably didn't truly agree with her but was just done having the conversation. 

She barely tried to speak to him throughout the day, just followed from a little ways behind, knowing he was irritated and needed space. 

Maybe she'd ask Merle why his leaving bothered Daryl so much when they went back to camp, maybe she wouldn't. She just wanted to understand him. 

                                    +++

The crickets and other forest life surrounded them as they sat on either side of the tiny fire, concealed inside a ring of rocks and in a dug-out hole in the ground as not to attract walkers in the dark. 

Daryl had caught a fish in the stream, Elaina building the fire as he cleaned it. 

"Should find something worth while tomorrow," he said. "Then we'll head back to camp." 

She didn't respond, just stared at the flames, knees up and her arms wrapped around them. 

"What's wrong with you?" Daryl asked. 

"Nothing..." 

"Ain't got nothing better to do, might as well listen to ya talk," he tried again, trying to sound half-interested only for the sake of being 'bored', but his mannerisms gave away the fact that he really did care. 

She put her chin on her arms over her knees, meeting his blue eyes—looking yellow in the firelight. "Just thinking about Atlanta. How the others just went in willingly." 

"What about it?" 

"I just... I never want to step foot there again, I don't know how anyone could."

"This about your family?" 

"I was alone far before they died... they were never my family." She fidgeted with a twig she grabbed off the forest floor. "Not sure if you know what that's like, to be alone. But so alone where there's literally no one—no one alive, at least— it's... scary." 

Daryl studied her for a few moments. "Well..." he leaned forward to shift the fire. "Y'ain't never going back to that shit-hole. I swear." 

She smiled softly, "Maybe you're right." 

"I am. I'll make sure of it." 

She kept smiling, and he wanted to do it back, but then thought of all she'd said... "Get some sleep. Gonna get an early start tomorrow." He stood and threw a little bit of dirt on the fire, putting it half-way out. 

                                  +++

Elaina couldn't sleep much, no matter how hard she tried, thoughts raging in her mind too fast. 

She rolled over and looked across at Daryl, sleeping on nothing but the dirt of the forest. She couldn't help but watch, seeing him peaceful instead of uptight and irritable... and maybe he was even a little sad, lonely. 

The fire was pretty much done by now, only smoldering bits and embers left. 

She heard shuffling in the forest that made her jump, quickly flattening herself against the ground. 

The snarling of a walker got closer, and she loooked up slowly, seeing it was coming from the woods just behind Daryl. 

She had only seconds to think before she was up and running across the ground, knife in hand, she grabbed its chest and stabbed it in the face just before it dropped to try and devour its prey. 

Daryl woke with a start at the sound of a blade and had his own tight in his grip as he got into a crouch, eyes wide as he looked up at Elaina, panting softly, looking down at her kill. She turned her gaze to him slowly, shock and fear in her eyes. 

Daryl stood quickly, glancing at the fallen walker and sheathing his knife, taking her arms in his hands to examine them. "Did it bite you?" His voice was ragged, real concern in it. 

She shook her head slowly, dark blood running down her knife as Daryl took it from her and wiped it on a rag from his pocket, trying to focus against the way he could see her heart pounding through her shirt, now splattered with blood. 

"Should've seen it..." he mumbled, "Could've had us both killed..." 

"It's alright," her voice was hoarse. "I took care of it." 

Daryl handed back her knife, his eyes flickering over her face. "Yeah... you did." 

Elaina watched him retrieve his belongings, holding her arms with opposite hands as she stood there, the sun was barely showing, stars still twinkling above. 

"Might as well get tracking now," Daryl said quietly. "No way I'm getting back to sleep. You good?" 

His voice was so soft, sorry, maybe. "Yeah, I'm good..." she answered. He nodded and stared at her for a few more moments before walking off. 

                                       +++

Daryl had began tracking a deer just as the sun had came up, beginning miles of walking, thankfully back towards the direction of camp. 

It was nearing midday when she heard his crossbow release behind her. She turned and saw he'd shot yet another squirrel, adding it to his line already full of kills. 

He squatted down and checked the trail, standing to follow the deer prints once again. 

Elaina put her hands in her pockets and followed him, he hadn't spoken since the incident with the walker, and she was starting to wonder how long she'd be ignored for—

"There," he said, as if to answer her silent question.

She looked to see him pointing at the deer a bit away, ears flicking as it scanned the ground for food. 

Elaina got low with Daryl's hand wave, the archer then pulled out his weapon and aimed for the deer, ready to pull the trigger...

A blaring alarm went through the trees, a loud wailing that seemed to be moving. A car alarm? 

The deer bolted, and Daryl still pulled the trigger, unsure of whether or not he hit it when it ran. 

"I'm gonna kill whatever jackass is doin' this." He growled, referring to the alarm and standing quickly to follow the deer. 

"How the hell is that even possible?" Elaina tried asking as she went after him. 

Of course, he didn't bother to answer as they trekked through the woods. 

There was splatters of blood in an uneven trail, definitely from their prey, but that also meant it wasn't hurt badly enough to stop running so soon and would only attract more walkers. 

"Scuff that up with your boot." He pointed quickly to the blood in the leaves, kicking at some under his shoes as well. 

Elaina scraped her boot across the dirt until it was gone, then ran back after him. 

They finally emerged from the forest to find Shane and most of the men from camp, all pointing weapons in their direction. 

They stood down when they realized it was only Daryl and Elaina, starting to back up. The deer they'd tracked was laying on the ground, ripped up by what could have only been the dead walker laying beside it. 

Daryl scowled, "Son of a bitch, that's my deer." 

Elaina felt him getting more agitated as he walked up to it, and noticed the other campers quickly backing up. "Look at it all gnawed on by this filthy, disease-bearing, motherless, proxy bastard!" he kicked the walker's body with each name he called it. 

"Calm down, son, that's not helping." Dale said calmly. 

Elaina closed her eyes in exhaustion when Daryl instantly snapped at him. "What do you know about it old man? You take that stupid hat and go back to 'On Golden Pond'." 

"Daryl..." she finally spoke up, reaching to place her hand on his shoulder. He shrugged it off but breathed in, turning back to the deer. 

"Been tracking this deer for miles..." he said, starting to pull his arrows out of it. "Was gonna drag it back to camp, cook is up some venison."

"It's alright," Elaina offered. "We've got food still, it's fine." 

He grunted and looked over the torn flesh of his prey, then looked at her. "What you think, we can cut around this chewed up part right here?" 

She pursed her lips, shaking her head. 

"I would not risk that." Shane answered instead. 

"That's a damn shame..." Daryl sighed. 

"We still have the squirrels?" Elaina reminded him. 

"Yeah, that'll have to do." He answered. 

The walker's head on the ground started snapping, Andrea and Amy both exclaimed in disgust. 

"Come on," Daryl rolled his eyes, shooting an arrow into the head. 

"It's gotta be the brain," Elaina looked around at them to say. "Or it won't die." 

"Don't y'all know nothing?" Daryl said, retrieving his arrow and walking back to camp. 

She noticed the new man amongst the others but said nothing, wanting to get away from the lingering glares of the campers. If Andrea and Glenn were here that meant the Atlanta group had came back probably yesterday evening, but she found it strange that if he'd come back with them, Merle didn't come looking for Daryl in the woods. 

If. 

She cursed herself for thinking that word, but regardless, her stomach churned softly at the thought, especially when he was nowhere to be seen as Daryl started to call for his older brother. 

"Merle! Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! I got us some squirrel! Let's stew 'em up."

Still, she didn't see him come from their shared tent. 

"Daryl, just slow up a bit." Shane said to him. "I need to talk to you."

Both Elaina and Daryl paused, and she felt his nervousness as he asked; "About what?" 

"About Merle. There was a—There was a problem in Atlanta."

"He dead?" Daryl had stopped moving, going straight for the question she knew the wrong answer would set him off in a way she didn't want to see. 

"We're not sure." Was all the cop said. 

Elaina shook her head. "The hell is that supposed to mean? You're 'not sure'?" 

Daryl took a few steps closer to Shane, she could see his chest heave once. "He either is or he ain't!"

The new man approached Shane and Daryl, "No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it."

"Who are you?" Daryl asked instead of listen. 

"Rick Grimes." He answered. 

Daryl looked to his side, then back to the new man. "Rick Grimes, you got something you want to tell me?" He nearly snarled. 

Rick remained calm. "Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there."

T-Dog came back into the camp with his arms full of firewood. By the look on his face, Elaina wondered what more happened.  

Daryl started to pace, running a hand over his sweaty hair. "Hold on. Let me process this." His voice was rising in anger. "You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof and you left him there?!" He shouted the last part. 

"Yeah." Rick said simply. 

Daryl grunted as suddenly turned and threw the rope of squirrels at Rick. 

Shane body slammed Daryl, knocking him to the ground. 

"Hey, get off of him!" Elaina yelled, going at Shane, Dale grabbed her arms and held her back as T-Dog dropped the firewood and ran up. Elaina calmed a little, not wanting to be violent to the old man, but kept panting as she watched the men fight. Daryl tore himself from Shane's grip, pulling out his knife and going after Rick. 

"Daryl!" Elaina yelled at him. 

"Watch the knife!" T-Dog warned them. 

Daryl swung the knife at Rick and missed wildly. Rick punched him in the gut while Shane grabbed him from behind and put him in a choke hold.

"Okay. Okay." Shane grunted. 

"No!" Elaina struggled against Dale, "Let, me, go!" She grunted, getting out of his grip. 

Rick took the knife away from Daryl as Shane forced him to the ground. Elaina went to shove Shane away but Rick stood in her path, she raised her hand to punch him, but he put his hand up. "Just calm down!" He said. 

"You'd best let me go!" Daryl yelled. 

Shane was panting as he answered. "Nah, I think it's better if I don't."

"Choke hold's illegal."

"You can file a complaint. Come on, man. We'll keep this up all day."

"Shane, get off of him!" Elaina yelled. 

Rick kneeled down to be face to face with Daryl and looked him in the eye. "I'd like to have a calm discussion on this topic. Do you think we can manage that?" Daryl scowled at him so he enunciated, "Do you think we can manage that?"

Daryl finally nodded, angry as he had no choice than to comply. "Mmm. Yeah."

Shane let him go after that, the archer panting from the fight.

Rick put his hands on his hips. "What I did was not on a whim. Your brother does not work and play well with others."

T-Dog suddenly spoke up. "It's not Rick's fault. I had the key. I dropped it."

"You couldn't pick it up?" Elaina threw her hand out to say. 

"Well, I dropped it in a drain." He seemed genuinely ashamed. 

Elaina noticed Daryl choked up but quickly pulled himself together. "If it's supposed to make me feel better, it don't." He growled. 

T-Dog nodded, "Well, maybe this will. Look, I chained the door to the roof so the geeks couldn't get at him—with a padlock."

"It's gotta count for something." Rick offered. 

Daryl swiped tears out of his eyes. "Hell with all y'all!" He snarled. "Just tell me where he is so I can go get him!" 

His voice wavered just a little, Elaina had never heard him like that... showing such vulnerability and fear. She knew him and Merle loved one another—no matter how big of jerks they were, they did. And now seeing Daryl actually cry at the thought maybe his big brother would not be there when he arrived, it made her heart hurt for him. 

Lori suddenly stepped in from the sidelines. "He'll show you. Isn't that right?"

"I'm going back." Rick said. 

Lori seemed angry, and went back into the camper, making Rick sigh. Elaina made a confused face, she'd thought Lori was with Shane... 

Daryl stormed off to his tent, and she followed him. He grabbed another knife and checked his crossbow. "I'm sure he's okay, Daryl." She offered. "We'll just go get him, bring him back and it'll all be fine." 

"We?" He looked up, "Ain't no we. Me. You're staying here." 

"What? No, I'm going with you. You'll need my help." 

"No. Atlanta's crawlin' with walkers just as it was before. I told you you ain't gonna have to go back and meant it. Besides, Merle told me to watch out for ya, I'm gonna. I need you to stay here." 

She sighed, biting her lip and shoving the front of her shoe into the dirt. "You're gonna come back?" 

"Promise." 

"Bring him home." 

He nodded, throwing his crossbow over his shoulder. "Just uh, stay away from Shane, look after things."  

She nodded again and he walked away, joining Rick, T-Dog and Glenn to go back to the city. 

She wished he would have let her go, but wondered what real memories returning to that place would force her to acknowledge.

[gfnicarl]

Yes to Heaven

Carl Grimes X Fem Reader

I was on the middle of the woods when my eyes caught y/n walking barefoot. She was wearing a white dress that perfectly suits her. On a blink of an eye, she's running freely and her hair feels the soft breeze of the wind. She stopped running and hide on one of the trees. I followed her and i caught her easily, she came out giggling, with her hand on her face.

Oh how i miss hearing those little giggles of her, she walked infront of me and grab my hands, indicating she want to dance. Our hands intertwined while our bodies dance on sync. I was looking at her the whole time, she's the scenery i could never get bored of. She leans closer and put her head on my chest, her hearing my loud heartbeat.

When i feel my flannel gets soaked, i looked at her face that is crying, i lift her head up and wipe her tears, As i kissed her forehead. I hate seeing her cry or be hurt, i do anything to protect her.

We stopped dancing and she's smiling like a star shining so bright, i looked down on her white dress and noticed a blood on her tummy and the blood continued leaking on her. I looked at her, tears forming on my eyes, as i wanted to break down and scream on what i just see.

She suddenly held me and put her hands on my face, her thumb brushing my cheeks, comforting me.

"It's not your fault Carl and always not be, i will always be here guiding and protecting you, i love you" she softly spoke as i feel her lips touched mine. I want to stop crying but my eyes just can't at this moment. This is all i could ask for, her kiss... No, Her.

She faded away and that's when i woke up

I wiped my tears on my eyes as i sit on my bed. It been years since y/n died and still i couldn't forgive myself on what happened to her. It should had been me that has been shot and not her

She saved me when i had no reason to live but i can't save her at that moment. She's now at heaven and not on this cruel world anymore. She will always be my beautiful angel.

"I love you too y/n, my beautiful beautiful angel"

[twdnonsense]

The fact that Carl was literally DYING and he was still trying to comfort Rick and Michonne

[astralium1]

adding onto my last post, AMC executives said that "they needed to give rick a motivation to keep negan around". ??? he already had it? his son was straight up asking him NOT to kill him. all around stupid decision to kill carl off.

[yall-hate-kids-tourney]

Loser Round 2: Carl Grimes (The Walking Dead) vs. Qiqi (Genshin Impact)

Propaganda below the cut

Carl Grimes (12-14):

image i found was attached to an article about how he’s ‘the most annoying character of all time’ written by a grown adult. the concept of a kid growing up in the middle of the apocalypse could have been so interesting if there weren’t so many people screaming about how irritating he was. idk I always thought he was cool.

Qiqi (?):

she's hated for being a bad character meta-wise and people are always agonizing over getting her when pulling for a rate-up character, but she's cute and she's sad. she was a civilian that got killed as collateral in a war between gods & other immortals as a child, was turned into a jiangshi, and had to be sealed bc the immortals that accidentally killed her put too much power into reviving her so she went berserk. her normal childhood & very life was ripped away from her by forces that were too powerful. she can't remember many things and forgets things way too easily. she's been "living" a facsimile of a life as a corpse child who perpetually forgets things. she's my tragedy baby who always gets dunked on by the majority of the fanbase for taking away whatever rate-up character they wanted in gacha.

[hcneyhelm]

everything went silent . | carl grimes

cw :: blood , reader death , screaming , gunshot , fem!reader , heartbreaking & gut wrenching :((

You had been doing everything you could to keep yourself from ever getting too injured to be able to not be saved . It terrified you to think about death . Of course , you were scared to die but more scared of how you would die . You were scared to leave Carl .

Until this moment you thought you had done everything right to keep yourself protected from death . Carl sat a few feet in front of you , hands tied behind his back while Rick sat off to the sit with Negan in his face

"you chose this. i truly don't know what more i could have done to warn you and this isn't a warming. this is punishment" you faintly hear Negan speaking to rick "i'm gonna kill Carl now" you hear him speak a little louder. immediately you feel your heart drop into your stomach, He can't kill Carl. you need Carl.

"i'm gonna try to make it one nice, hard swing. try to do it in one because i like him. i just want you to put that in your brain and roll it around for a minute" You watch as Negan pokes Rick against his temple.

"i'm gonna kill Carl and then Lucille here , she's gonna take your hands" Negan spoke firmly. You felt sick to your stomach, almost like you were going to throw up watching the whole situation. "you can do it right in front of me. you can take my hands." Rick spoke deeply, but confidently "i told you already, i'm gonna kill you" he added "all of you. maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow. but nothing is gonna change that. nothing. you're all already dead." Rick continued

You closed your eyes for a moment before hearing Negan begin to chuckle "damn. wow rick. okay." you hear him whisper. You watch as he stand up walking around Rick, you feel nothing but terror flowing through your veins. He wasn't actually going to kill Calr, right?! He wouldn't do that.

You watched with tears streaming down your face as Negan walked over behind Carl removing his hat, winding back Lucille. "NO!" you screamed pushing yourself forward, before a loud BANG! echoed throughout the air. You felt a sharp pain in ypur abdomen but ignore it, watching as Shiva, Ezekial's tiger, roared attacking one of Negan's men.

As the others began to fight off Negan's men, You laid back against the ground holding your hand against your abdomen, fear rushing through your body as you brought your hand towards your face. It covered in a crimsion red color, that was slowly beginning to bleed more and more from your wound.

"No no no no!" you heard being yelled out in your direction. You didn't realize who it was until he was kneeled over you with tears in his eyes "no no you're going to be okay, come on stay with me" You watched as the brunette boy pulled off his flannel moving your hand applying pressure to the wound

You yelped out in pain putting your hand on his arm "i know i know come on y/n, stay with me" he slowly tried to pick you up before you screamed in pain "i know i know i know" tears were streaming down his face at this point, the sounds of gunshots filled the air.

you began to grow tired, your eyes began to grow heavier "y/n come on you gotta stay awake" he spoke softly, you knew you weren't going to make it. You wanted to be okay so badly, but you knew by the time the fight had ended it would be too late.

"hey hey stay with me okay, keep your eyes on me please i can't l-lose you" his voice began to shake as he spoke, you could tell he was holding back sobs. you were laid in his arms, him softly rocking the two of you back and forth while he continued to try his hardest to keep pressure on your wound.

You couldn't stay awake anymore, you took one last deep breath before slowly shutting your eyes hearing Carl scream out before everything went silent .

[rystiel]

?!?!??????!!!???? when carl got attacked by those walkers i was like “oh is this when he gets bit? nahhh couldn’t be… this would be a stupid death for carl fucking grimes” …….and yet

[oddnry-silent]

*Y/N and Carl plays Death Stranding*

Y/N: Daryl!!!

Daryl: *walks in* What?

Carl: You look like him. *Points both Sam Porter Bridges looking on screen (Both Y/N and Carl's)*

Daryl: what the fu-