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carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: handjob, thongs, slight mean!dom!reader and sub!carl

summary: shopping for clothes should be simple, even now in the apocalypse. but when you can only find a thong in this heat you're forced to wear it, and when carl notices your straps wrapping at your waist, he about dies.

request: Carl and reader going on a run for clothes, and the only thing the reader can find that fits her is a thong, Carl can't stop thinking about it, and when he sees the waist hands peeking from her shorts while they're with the others, he gets hard and has to leave early but reader knows why and follows him;)

Maybe the Reader is more dominant in this one? :3

"this is bullshit" you huff, nail gliding on fabric after fabric, trying to find at least one item that would fit you.

"just keep looking...you'll find something soon" carl hollers from across the store, you bit your lip to keep back your remarks about how it's easy for him to say with him finding everything immediately. he didn't have to sort through thousands of crop tops to not even find a full-length shirt.

wiping the sweat off your forehead as the dry heat sinks into your open pores, looking down at the pile of shirts and dust you start to consider that crop top.

but you don't need a crop top. you need underwear, embarrassingly enough.

yeah, some shirts would be fine. but switching through 2 pairs of panties in this summer isn't an option anymore

you sign and kneel back down in front of another box, tossing mix-match socks behind your shoulder before finally seeing some thin fabric.

you freeze before reaching down, one finger holding it up as you examine the black thong

it's all they had. it's all you can get.

"found something?" shit.

"uh..yeah" you ball the little number in your palms before whipping your head back and forth looking for your bag to shove it in

"woah, what's that?" you hear him say in almost a chuckle, for the first time this summer you feel your blood run cold as you stare into the box of clothing wondering what to say

"clothes. remember?" you try and say naturally to keep it together. it's not like he'd care, it's mostly you that would care with how sexual thongs are

"well...alright. let's get going, my dads gonna freak if we take any longer" he rambles and you reach over to drop the panties in your bag when you assumed he looked away

"oh. woah"

you clench your fist tight as you know there's no getting out of this.

"was that...a thong?" carl asks, flustered

"yeah, it was. it's the only one they had." you whisper slightly while grabbing your bag and standing

he stared wide-eyed at you like he's picturing the most lewd things imaginable

you check him with your shoulder for him to snap out and with him stumbling to catch up with you. as you sped walked to the car all you could think about was just going home.

okay, this is more comfortable than you imagined.

you rest a hand on your hip as everyone packs up, they all just got here and seem to be already dying from the heat. you internally smile about how your shorts fit you today, looks aren't everything in the apocalypse but dammit wearing a thong makes you feel like it is.

anyway, the whole group is out today. and lucky carl got to test drive his way here so you know what that means. cocky. cocky. cocky.

it won't stop talking about how he was soo smooth and how even rick gave him the go-ahead to drive himself home -I think he was just as sick of hearing him brag-

as everyone started moving he kept talking to you, giving you pointers and tips because he's the all-knowing of course.

you let him have his fun but with almost an hour in you're sick of it now. you even noticed rosita side-eyeing you with a look of "really? he's still going?"

but once we made it to our location he seems to quite a bit, with boxes being moved to cars and cans being thrown into backseats we were finishing up with the first stop

maggie called out to you, pointing to a box in the corner that was seemingly forgotten, and asked if you could get it. you nodded and walked over to it just to hear footsteps following

"oh! y/n-" he goes off again and you tune out, bending over to grab it as you lift the heavyweight

you felt off and that's when you realized it was because he stopped talking. you almost spun around with a cocked brow just to see him staring at your lower stomach with the redess face you've ever seen

you almost smirk while looking down to see the hands of your thong wrapping around your waist

"carl, get over yourself" you mumbled while rolling your eyes, walking past him. with your hips swaying you smiled

sliding the box into carls truck bed you hop into the car to see him very carefully sitting down

"the fucks wrong with you?" with his hands on his lap you immediately knew the problem. good news is, you also knew how to solve it.

"seriously? from pantie straps?" you almost laugh at him, watching as he slightly squirmed from trying to hide his boner

"you can't make fun of me! do you know how hard it is for me when these summers roll around, now you're wearing thongs!" he babbles but you just reach over and palm him through his jeans, he groans out and you noticed the other cars have already left to the next location.

"fuck, we need to make this quick" you mumble before pulling him free, his cock almost red from being teased and strained so much just from his dirty mind.

his red tip oozed pre-cum as veins bulged out, you slide your thumb on his tip getting a jolt from him

"always the sensitive one" you murmured before stroking his cock, his eyes were screwed shut as your wrist works wonders

"do you know how fucking annoying you were today? tips? you think I need tips from someone who learned to drive a week ago? ya'know, I was planning to go off on you after you came into the car...looks like you had other things to worry about." your hand went faster, he mercifully bucked his hips into your hand as he whimpered and groaned

"getting worked up over some panties." you say almost through your teeth, he cries out sorrys and you feel a grin touch your lips

with one final groan, he came all over your hand, you sighed and wiped them off with a napkin nearby as you look ahead at the vacant road.

his breathing is still heavy as he tries to put himself back into his pants with shaking hands, he looked to you and you just glared at him

"wanna show me how great you can drive? or am I gonna have to blow you next?"

an: HEYYYYY YOU GUYS! I missed you so much <3 I saw this request and it was too good not to do! I'm so sorry I dip in and out, If I'm gone for like 3 months after this I'm so sorry :( I'm trying to put school first and hope you can understand <3 I love you guys so much and I hope you enjoyed this <3 mwah!

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baddiecarl · 8 months

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can u write a fic where carl is really inexperienced and submissive (doesn’t call the reader mommy tho)? would be cool!! <3

Inexperienced sub!Carl Grimes x Soft dom!Reader

Little Bunny

Eeeeeek tysm for the request!! I may have gone a little overboard here (this is 5.9k words) but I hope you love it! I went for a service sub type vibe, if you were looking for something different or more specific then feel free to put in another request! Enjoy your sub!Carl sans mommy kink! (I also will write mommy kink in case anyone was wondering!👀)

Everyone is 18+

Content: 80% Porn with 20% plot, voyeurism, pillow humping, soft dom! reader, sub!Carl, Carl in subspace, pussy eating, pussy drunk Carl, unprotected sex, cowgirl, edging(sorta?), creampie, aftercare

You were walking through Alexandria after finishing your watch shift, catching up with people you came across while you made your way home. As you were nearing your house, you saw Rick, Daryl, and Glenn walking down the street towards you.

“Hey (y/n),” Rick waved at you as you met in the middle, “How did your shift go?” “Uneventful, so it was good,” you quipped. “Sounds good for our run then,” Glenn said, nodding at Daryl and Rick. “Would you tell Carl that we’re all planning on having dinner at Carol’s tonight?” Rick proceeded to ask you. “Yeah sure, I’ll go find him,” Rick nodded his head at you in thanks before the three of them said goodbye and turned to leave.

You walk up the steps of your porch, suddenly starkly aware of how sweaty you feel. You decide to head into your room to change your clothes before you look for Carl, your boyfriend of just a couple of months. Walking into the house and starting up the stairs, just about halfway up, you heard something. You couldn’t tell what exactly, just that it was some type of movement. Out of reflex, you pulled your gun from your hip holster and stealthily walked up the rest of the way, following the noise down the hall…to your bedroom? You stood in front of the door for a moment listening to the rustling noises until you figured out how you’d handle an intruder in your room. With your gun still drawn, you opened the door quietly on its hinges.

You saw him immediately. Carl lay on your bed with his back facing you and a pillow between his thighs that he was helplessly rutting against. You put your gun back into your holster and leaned on the doorframe while you watched him pathetically hump your pillow, still fully dressed except for his hat that was sitting on your bedside table. He let out quiet noises of frustration as he attempted to get any kind of relief through his jeans, each of his whimpers added to the heat that was building up in your core…but as if that wasn’t enough, he squeaked out a quiet and strangled moan of your name.

You felt your skin get hot as you felt your desires in full force and allowed them to drive your actions. Stepping over to your dresser without Carl noticing, you unclipped your hip holster as quietly as possible and held it just a handbreadth above the wooden surface of the dresser before you abruptly dropped it with a clatter. Carl jumped up immediately and turned to see you leaning on the dresser facing toward him, “I’m…’m so sorry, I just…just,” he stuttered as he tried to explain himself with a bright red face. You shifted your weight fully back onto your feet and walked to where he now sat up on your bed, the pillow pushed behind him in a failed attempt to hide what he was doing.

“You just what, honey? Go on,” you coaxed him with a sweet voice, leaning over slightly with a finger under his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “...wanted to lay in your bed while I waited for you to be done with your shift and then…” he still avoided making eye contact with you as he spoke, looking at the floor every few seconds. “And then you got distracted, huh? What distracted you, sweet boy?” You didn’t fail to notice the way he nuzzled into your hand when you talked to him like this, deciding to play into it even more. “Started thinking about you, baby…’m sorry,” he looked up at you with one big, blue, puppy dog eye, tugging at your heartstrings the moment you saw it.

“Don’t be sorry, Carl, I’m your girlfriend! You don’t have to be so shy either, honey,” you said as you looked down at him lovingly with your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb up and down his soft freckled skin. “I just…I don’t want to do anything wrong,” He grumbled while his eye darted all over your face, trying to read your expression. You couldn’t lie, you were nervous too, but seeing your boyfriend in this state brought a confidence out of you that you didn’t even know was there. “How about I tell you exactly what to do then, sweetheart? That way you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty little head about doing anything wrong, right?” You offered gently, not wanting to pressure him into anything he didn’t feel ready for.

Now it was your turn to read his expression. His eye looked into both of yours, down to the floor, then back at you. You saw his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip and his Adam's apple bob when he nervously swallowed the spit that was accumulating in his mouth before he finally nodded at you. “I need to hear you say yes or no, Carl,” you pressed him for a verbal answer, “Y-yes please, (y/n),” he said just above a whisper, still eagerly nodding his head up and down. “Good job, baby,” you said with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss him tenderly, licking his lip before you pulled away. “Let’s get your clothes off first…then I want to watch you hump my pillow again, can you do that for me, pretty boy?” Your instructions rang in Carl’s ears as he registered what you just asked of him, he shakily stood up, leaving an even smaller space between the two of you. Reaching your hand up to the side of his face, you placed another gentle kiss on his lips before you stepped back to give him the space to undress.

You watched Carl kick off his shoes and shrug his flannel off of his shoulders as he made shy eye contact with you. “Aren’t you going to undress too?” He asked after he peeled off his sweaty shirt, making you focus entirely on his arms, chest, and abdomen. “I will, don’t worry. I just want to give you my undivided attention right now, sweetie,” he worked on his belt, mouth slightly agape while you spoke. He looked like a deer in headlights as you just watched him while he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, fingers trembling with nerves as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, hesitating to pull them down.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice was laced with concern. “I’m sorry if I’m…not very-,” you cut him off immediately. “You better not say what I think you’re about to say, Carl Grimes,” You stepped forward to stand in front of him before you continued, looking him dead in the eye, “You get a boner every time I sit on your lap. I know it’s not small.” Your reassurance made the right corner of Carl’s lips quirk up in a sheepish grin. You put your hands on his shoulders and pepper kisses all over his face while he pulls his pants and underwear down in one go and kicks them off his ankles. Your eyes were half-lidded while you kissed his cheeks, nose, forehead, and jawline. Carl let out quiet moans and moved his head along with your movements to give you the best access to keep kissing him, basking in the affection he was receiving. All the while you could feel his cock poking you, he was rock hard but for some reason, he only seemed to be focused on your touch.

You really would love to stand there and do that for however long he would let you but you needed to see him unravel, and you needed to see it soon. “Can you get on the bed and lemme see you hump my pillow? Do you still wanna do that for me, baby?” You double-checked with him, doing your best to make him feel safe. “Mhm,” he sounded out as he nodded at you, looking at your lips with his pupil blown in lust.

You slid your hands down his shoulders and held his hands as you led him to the bed, situating yourself against the headboard while Carl lay in front of you, timidly putting the pillow back between his legs. “Don’t be nervous, baby. I just want you to finish what you were doing when I interrupted you,” you spoke to him in a light-hearted tone, “I’m sure I startled you, but you looked so cute I couldn’t help myself,” your sweet tone and gentle smile didn’t match desire in your eyes.

Carl felt like he was under a microscope. Completely naked, being watched by his girlfriend who was still fully dressed. The feeling made him squirm, it gave him butterflies and made him nervous…he also happened to find it extremely hot and automatically started rutting into the pillow while he stared into your eyes and bit his lip, trying to contain the delicate mewls that bubbled up in his throat. “Come on, honey, let me hear the pretty noises you’re making,” your voice was smooth and seductive and it made his mouth fall open in a gasp that was cut off by the loudest moan you’ve heard him let out so far. Then you could only think of one thing: making him moan even louder than that.

You watched Carl continue to hump your pillow, his hair stuck to his forehead as his movements picked up and he allowed his soft moans and grunts to fall past his lips. You sat forward and pulled your shirt off, exposing your bra and instantly catching Carl’s attention, “Oh-oh god, please take it off, baby, I wanna see you so bad,” he said with a slight whine, staring at your chest. Giggling at his desperation, you happily obliged him and unclasped your bra, let it fall off your shoulders and threw it to the floor. Carl reached his hand out to you, “fuck, baby, you’re so pretty,” he slurred out as he rubbed his hand up and down your calf, softly squeezing, still grinding himself on your pillow. “You’re such a sweet boy, Carl,” you smiled at him and put your hand on top of his, guiding it to the button on your shorts, “Could you help me get these off?” You asked him coyly, knowing it would fluster him even further.

Carl put a pause on rutting against your pillow while he moved forward and brought both hands to undo the button with trembling fingers. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” you held onto one of his hands gently as you reached for the pillow with your free hand and situated it back under him. He stares you down while he kneels in front of you, lowering himself to sit on the pillow, still leaning over you, ready to undo your button and zipper when you give him the say-so. “Please keep going for me, sweetheart,” you said, releasing your hold on his hands when he started moving against your pillow once more, allowing him to keep working on removing your shorts. He was so eager to have you bare that he couldn’t focus on coordinating his hips. You watched them stutter as his fingers shook while he slipped them under your waistband and began to tug on them. You rested your hands on his shoulders and lifted your hips so he could pull down your shorts, leaving you in just your panties.

Honestly, you were surprised that he even left them on, fully expecting him to take them both off at the same time. “Ungh, god those panties,” he practically drooled over the sight of you, the way your panties hugged your hips and showed off your curves…and the way they fit just right to show the outline of your pussy lips. That’s when Carl took you by surprise again. Filling both his wishes and yours, he kept stroking his throbbing cock on your pillow while he lowered his head between your legs and took in a deep breath of your arousal. “Carl! What are you doing?” You didn’t expect an action like that from him with how shy he was, but the second he looked up at you again his eye was completely clouded over by lust and desire. “So sorry baby, just smells so good, needed to…needed to…ungh,” he grunted between inhales of your scent with his hands resting on your knees. “Would you like to taste me then, sweetheart?” You proposed to him with one of your eyebrows quirked up. “Oh god, yes wanna taste you, baby…ah~… please tell me how,” he slurred and whimpered against your legs. “Of course, sweet boy. Help me out of my panties?” you purred at him.

Carl’s fingers dove to pull your underwear off, shimmying them down your legs. The wet spot in the center of them caught his eye and made him moan; the thought of pleasing you sent him over the moon. You placed your hand on the back of his neck and played with his long brown hair, pulling his attention back to you, more specifically, your glistening cunt. “Do you think you can keep riding that pillow while I tell you how to lick my pussy?” with every instruction you gave him, the more he just wanted to do exactly what you said. His mind was slipping to a space he had never been this far into, he hung on your every word and action…and you asked him to hump the pillow while he tasted you for the very first time so he’d do exactly that. He snapped his head up to look at you and frantically nodded while mumbling barely coherent, rushed agreements. “Yesplease, plea-show me, please I’ll do m’best,” his hands roamed all over your body while his mumbled agreement turned into whiny begging, “Please, beautiful, show me how I can make you feel good.”

You got Carl positioned with the pillow between his legs and his head between your legs. “Focus around here,” you pointed to your clit, “but don’t be afraid to explore, that’s not the only place you can lick to make me feel good,” you added when you saw his eye drop down to look at the wetness that was dripping from within you. He breathed you in again before putting his head forward and licking a long, bold stripe from the bottom of your pussy all the way up to your clit. You moaned instantly when you felt his hot tongue on you, egging him on, he dipped his tongue back down to lap up more of your essence. You felt his tongue trace around your entrance as he began to drown himself in you, he prodded slightly into your slit, and the contact made you clench, “AH-mmm,” you cut your own gasp off with a moan. “D-did that feel good?” he pulled away and peered up at you, looking for your feedback on his experimental techniques. “So, so good, baby. Just didn’t expect it is all,” you giggled. How can he come within millimeters of having his tongue inside you and still have that sweet puppy dog look on his face? “Please keep doing it…I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.”

It wasn’t a lie, neither of you was very experienced, but you had more than Carl did. Even still, you’ve never had anyone be this excited to eat you out, let alone be willing to fuck you with their tongue, so for Carl to do it unprompted was a complete shock to you.

Carl was more than happy to keep licking and prodding at the source of your heat and slick, he was back down there before you could finish asking him to keep going. He continued where he left off, massaging his tongue around your opening while he worked up to stiffening his tongue and pushing it inside of you. You moaned out as the sensation of his warm, wet tongue feeling around your walls (something you never knew you needed) made you clench again. Carl groaned deeply and it set a fire in him to push deeper into you, he wanted to make you moan over and over again, it was the only thing he could think about. He pulled his tongue out of your drooling cunt and shoved it back in, eliciting more and more mewls from you; each of your moans was met with his own that were being muffled by your pussy. You looked down, taking in the sight in front of you while he kept tonguing you. He was true to his word, still humping your pillow, although, at this point, you’re not so sure it’s entirely voluntary with how worked up he is.

“Look at you, pretty boy!” you cooed at him, making his eye flutter up to look at you while he french kissed your pussy. “Still humping my pillow like a little bunny with your tongue inside me,” he whined into you in response to your teasing praise. “My little bunny,” you moaned out breathlessly before you realized that Carl was probably painfully hard. “Do you want to stop, honey?” you asked through moans. “W-why?” he looked like he was on the verge of tears when you said that. “Oh no, it’s okay, sweet boy! I was just thinking that you’re probably uncomfortable from being so hard for this long, I thought you might want to cum?” you did your best to reassure him but he wasn't having any of it. Not until you came. “No, please, wanna learn how to make ya’ cum first, please darlin’, ya’ said you’d teach me,” he was completely pussy drunk, slurring and whining his way through his pleading. Not to mention his use of the word “darling”, something he’s never called you before, but making a note to ask him to call you that more often, loving the way it made your heart melt.

“Okay, little bunny, focus your attention here now,” you smirked and gestured to your clit once more. Carl immediately dove down and started licking and sucking around your bud, making the occasional slurping noise while you helped him find a good pattern and rhythm. “Yes, just like that, baby,” you breathed out and brought your hands down to his head and tangled your fingers in his hair, involuntarily pulling his head closer to you. He let out another groan into your pussy when he felt you tugging on his hair, his fingers pressed into your hips. “Ohhh, doing such a good job for me, aren’t you?” you crooned at him. Carl reveled in your praise and kept licking, sucking, and slurping exactly the way you showed him, he had always been a fast learner and learning how to please his girlfriend was no exception. Your moans grew louder and you started bucking your hips and grinding against his mouth. With his hands still softly gripping the flesh of your hips, Carl pulled you in even closer, completely latching on and swirling his tongue around your swollen clit.

“Holy shit, ah~ slow down for a second, baby,” you forced out between gasps and moans. “You’re doing such a great job, you’re getting me close already,” you reassured Carl as you stroked his hair so he didn’t think he did anything wrong. “M’close too,” he pulls away from you and nuzzles his cheek into your thigh. “I thought so…I want you to cum at the same time I do, sweetheart. Do you think you can do that?” You realized this could be a tall order for him in his syrupy headspace, but you couldn’t help the fact that you wanted to wrap your legs around his head while his hips faltered as he made a total mess of your pillow. “Whatever you want, baby, I’ll do whatever you want,” he whispered against your skin as he left wet, absentminded kisses from your inner thighs back to your aching clit.

“Such a good boy, Carl, doing such a good job for me,” you kept praising him as he sloppily lapped at you, his saliva spread around your sopping cunt, mixing it with your slick. You felt droplets of the mixture dribble down your ass, more and more accumulated and eventually dripped onto the bed as he hungrily made out with your pussy. Your stomach began to tighten, your legs tensed up and your moans became uncontrollable as you started to get lost in the pleasure Carl was giving you. Tugging his hair and bucking up to his mouth, your walls clenched repeatedly as you started to get closer to your orgasm again. Carl whined pathetically as he stared up at you with his nose pressed against your mound, watching your face contort and mouth fall open into silent screams. His attention fell to your tits, reaching his hands up to cup them and brush his fingers over your hardened nipples before he gave them a slight pinch, pulling a downright pornographic moan from your throat. His eye snapped back up to your face, now looking down at him with blushed cheeks, glossy eyes, and mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ shape.

Carl loved the way you looked above him. He thought you looked like a goddess and your moans were like a siren’s call that made him submerge himself in chasing your pleasure with you –possibly even enjoying this more than you were– drinking in everything you gave him. “Mmmph, Carl… getting close baby,” you let out a fairly pathetic whine of your own. He released a short “mhm” into you. He let you grind against his face as much as you wanted until you completely stilled your hips while your legs seized, he moved his hands back down to grip your hips to hold you still as your orgasm washed over you. Screaming out incoherently about what a good job Carl was doing, how hard you’re cumming, and “Cum now, Carl, please! Want you to cum now!” You squirmed in his hold as he slurped at you like it was the only thing that would keep him alive at that moment while his own orgasm ripped through him.

A guttural groan was pushed from his lungs as he stroked himself on the pillow. Spurting a huge load onto it as he shook from the intensity, now lazily lapping at your clit while his hips finally slowed down after he shot out his last few ropes of cum. You twitched slightly each time he grazed over your sensitive bundle of nerves while he licked up his spit as well as your slick and cum. You released your grip on his hair and looked down at him, “You did so good, sweet boy, that felt amazing,” you said as you gently pulled him up from between your legs, a string of spit and cum still connecting him to your pussy. The whole area around his mouth and chin was covered in arousal and drool. You wiped it off as much as you could and pulled him to your chest, both of you sweaty and panting.

“Are you okay, Carl?” You asked him, petting his hair, “Yeah…I’m good,” he replied in a small voice in between pants. “Good. You really did a great job, so proud of you,” you placed little kisses at the top of his head, “such a good listener…and a quick study too,” you noticed his hand roaming up to fondle your breast. Clearly enjoying all the praise, he cuddled closer up to you and kissed all over your chest and you were taken aback when you felt his cock harden back up and dig into your hip. “Do you want to keep going, honey?” You asked him, craning your neck to see him better. He kissed around your nipples, kitten-licking them as he rubbed his cock into the side of your hip. He peered up at you with a needy look, “Tell me what you want, Carl,” you cupped his cheek and looked at him sweetly.

“Can I…go inside please? Wanna feel you,” he answered bashfully, falling even deeper into this headspace where he could let his mind turn to mush and just listen to your pretty voice telling him what to do. “Alright. You should lay back though, little bunny, I bet your hips are tired,” you teased him as you shifted him off of you and adjusted yourself to kneel above him, trapping both of his legs between your knees. You saw his eye travel all over your body, taking in all of you. The way your tits looked from right below, the curves your ribcage made that led into your waist, the smooth skin on your stomach and the slopes of your hips. Looking down, you saw his hands twitch nervously, not knowing what to do with them. You reach out and slowly take one of his hands and place it on your hip, “You might need something to hold onto,” you told him with a mischievous grin, fully intending on making him babble and whine from being so fucked out.

You took his hard cock into your hand and gave it a couple of strokes before you slid the tip of it along your soaking wet pussy, the sensation had Carl breathing heavily and letting out strangled curses. “Ahh, hooo-fuck, fuck (y/n)...Please just…ohh goddd,” he breathed out non-sensical pleas as you finally lined your entrance up with his throbbing cock and started to sit, his tip pushing into you. Your breath caught in your throat as you sat fully, sheathing his length within you, squeezing him tightly with your gummy walls, trying to get used to his size. You lean forward and press your chest against his, “Feels so good, baby,” you moan into his ear, “Just lay back and let me take care of you, okay?” He nodded quickly and whined into your shoulder. You feel him shudder under your touch as you trail your fingertips up and down his biceps. His hands hung onto your hips while you ground down onto him, making his face twist in pleasure.

“Tell me how good it feels to have me wrapped around you, pretty boy,” you told him as you started to slowly lift your hips and dropped them back down, sucking him into your heat over and over. “S-so…you’re so warm…so wet,” Carl struggled to get the words out. “Squeezing me so tight…so perfect, baby, never wanna leave,” his slurred words were muffled by your shoulder. “Good boy,” you cooed at him and kissed along his jawline, to his chin and up to his plush lips before you sat up and put your hands on his chest to balance yourself. “You feel good too, y’know? So hard…” you said in a low voice as you picked up your hips, “And you fill me up just right,” you suddenly sheathed yourself back onto his cock. “Just like you were made for me, huh? Don’t you just fit inside me so well?” Carl couldn’t do anything but nod his head at your filthy words while he made the lewdest sounds you’d ever heard. His hands traced up your waist and moved up to splay his fingers over your ribs, fingertips grazing the soft flesh of your underboob as his hands languidly traveled up to paw at your tits.

You kept bouncing up and down, repeatedly slamming your hips onto Carl’s. The poor boy kept trying to talk but every time he tried to speak, sweet little sobs would fall from his lips, “Y-yeah- ungh! Ah…made f’you! Please…” he cried out. “What are you saying please for, baby? Do you even know?” Maybe you were being a touch too cruel but the way he looked up at you when you asked him that was priceless, you just couldn’t keep yourself from teasing him. There’s a blank but desperate look in his eye as he stares at you with his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth. You rode him faster, clenching down and angling yourself, making his cock hit your g-spot over and over as you fuck yourself onto him, getting you and Carl closer to your second orgasm.

“Babe oh god…gon-mmmph…I,” Carl made more useless attempts at speaking before you stopped him. “Aww what’s wrong, sweetie? You gonna cum?” Your voice laced with playful condescension, “Can’t hold it anymore, huh, baby? How long have you been holding on?” You drew attention to the feeling that’s been bubbling up since you got on top of him. A single tear slipped out of the corner of his eye as he gritted his teeth, doing his best to hold on as long as he could. “Look at you, pretty boy,” you cooed at him, “Trying so hard to fight it, being such a good boy trying to wait for me,” he really was being such an obedient boy for you, the sight of him biting his lip and groping your tits while he laid there and took everything you were willing to give him like a champ. You knew he was hanging on by a thread at this point and it wouldn’t take much more to snap the thread.

You started to lose yourself in the moment as well, the telltale tightening in your stomach threatening to come undone at any second, making your walls flutter erratically around Carl’s cock. “Oh fuck, Carl,” your head lolled back as you felt the clenching turn into full-blown spasms, involuntarily starting to grind more than bounce now. You couldn’t focus on anything as your vision turned white. Carl tried so hard to warn you that he was dangerously close to releasing his seed inside of you but the intensity sucked the air out of his lungs. His knees buckled and his toes curled as he instinctively bucked his hips up into yours, fucking his jizz into your still convulsing pussy. “Fuuuck,” he cried out in a high-pitched, whiny voice. You didn’t really absorb it, it sounded like there was water in your ears. Your body tingled and you couldn’t even tell if you were moving your hips on purpose or if you were so zoned out that you just never stopped doing it and didn’t realize.

Carl could finally train his eye back onto you. Tired, blissed-out eyes, blushed cheeks, covered in sweat, hair sticking to your skin. “...like a goddess,” his hushed words pulled you out of the trance you were in, your hearing returning to you. You look down at him to see him already analyzing your features. “What was that, pretty boy?” You asked him as you lay down on his chest, propped up slightly on your elbows with his softening dick still inside you. His eye snaps to yours as if he’s shocked you heard him.

“Just…you…look like a goddess,” he spoke, still trying to catch his breath, “I was thinking that the whole time, you looked so pretty,” his body started to relax under your weight. “You looked amazing yourself, pretty boy,” you kissed all over his face again. “You make some really cute faces, did you know that? You look up at me like a puppy and hang your mouth open when something feels too good,” you tell him, watching a goofy smile appear on his face, nerves fading slowly after realizing you were just as thrilled about what happened as he was.

“Hold on, sweet boy, do you mind if I get up?” Carl nodded at you, preparing to leave the comfort of your warmth, moaning quietly as you pulled yourself up onto your knees with shaky thighs. He watched his cum ooze out of you after his soft cock was unsheathed from your stuffed cunt, eye rolling back in his head at the sheer sight of it. A soft sigh leaves your lips as well, you situate yourself next to him and move him gently to rest his head on your stomach. “How do you feel, baby?” You knew it had to be weird for him to cope with the fading syrupy feeling. “Good…tired…weird,” he melted into your touch. “Yeah, I bet, honey. Do you wanna take a shower and get cleaned up?” You felt him nod, “But I wanna lay here for a little longer.” “Of course, baby,” you smile down at his mess of tangly brown hair that you were most definitely going to have to help him detangle in the shower.

You reach for his hair and twirl pieces of it around your fingers, trying to nurture his sub-space so he feels safe enough to go into this headspace with you again in the future. As you lay there with him curled up next to you, completely naked and reeking of sex, you felt like you were forgetting something.

You thought about what it could be, looking around your room to see if anything would jog your memory. The pillow Carl was humping? No, that wasn’t it…you knew you had to wash it but that was a given and couldn’t have been what you had forgotten. You looked on the floor next to the bed, searching the piles of clothes for some type of clue. Still no. You look at your dresser, your eyes landing on your gun and holster, remembering how this whole situation started. Catching Carl in your bed and watching him until you let your gun slip out of your hand and clunk against the dresser and…no before all that, focus. You remember walking into your house to change your clothes before looking for your boyfriend to tell him…something…what was it?

“Hey, darlin’?” Carl asked in a small, sleepy voice, reminding you of one thing you had almost forgotten. “Yeah, baby?” “Are you as hungry as I am?”

THAT’S IT!

“Right!! Dinner at Carol’s!” In a sudden moment of realization, your voice came out louder than you meant and it made Carl jump. “Oops sorry, baby,” you giggled as you put your hand on his back, rubbing in soothing circles. He turned to you with a look of amusement and confusion, “So dinner at Carol’s?” He said. “Yeah, your dad told me to find you and tell you. I bumped into him on my way back from my shift and I thought I’d change out of my sweaty clothes,” you looked to the pile of shed clothing on the floor before looking back at Carl. “So uh yeah…dinner at Carol’s and one more thing, Carl?”

“Yeah?”

“You have got to call me ‘darling’ more often, pretty boy,” you put your thumb and index finger on each side of his jaw, making his lips form a slight pout, “You don’t even know how sweet you sound when you say it, do you?” You look deeply into his eye, making him giggle and blush like an idiot. His laughs die down and you just sit on the bed and enjoy the moment for all it has to offer.

*After chilling in bed for a bit*

“We stink,” you told Carl, trying to get him to stand up from the bed. “Wouldn’t be the first or last time,” he argued, not wanting to stand for some reason. “I thought you said you wanted to shower? And aren’t you hungry too?” Now you were just confused. Why is he acting all shy again? “C’mon, we can’t show up to dinner looking or smelling like this.” You grabbed his arms and tried to pull him to his feet.

Now you understand.

He wobbled onto his feet like a newborn horse, nearly falling to his knees. “Oh my god, Carl!” You laughed as you supported him. “Yeah, yeah. It’s real funny. Just wait, I’m gonna have you like this soon enough.” He mumbled as you walked helped him hobble to the bathroom. “Looking forward to it, little bunny.” That might be an even more apt nickname for him than you had originally thought.

Me again! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I've been trying to find a new job so that's been taking up a lot of my time lately which super sucks :( But anyway, I hope that you liked this!

And as always, if you notice any mistakes please let me know! I read over my stories so many times before I post them so I glaze over some things from time to time. I'll come back to this soon and look it over again but I was just so excited to get this posted!

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Devil's Haircut - (Carnid)

Summary: The last time Carl got a haircut was before his mother Lori died. He's finally ready for another one, and he's entrusted the process in Enid's hands.

Masterlist!! Taglist!!

Pairing: Carl Grimes / Enid Rhee

Warnings: Talk of parental death

Era: Not specific, but sometime around s10, pretending the Grimes family is still intact.

Word Count: 1.3k

"It's getting a bit long for the summer don't you think?" Enid sat cradling the boy in his own bed, whilst she ran her fingers through his hair, tangled from a long day of physical labour.

"Perhaps, but I don't mind it." He knew what was coming next. It didn't bother him as much as it used to, nevertheless he'd still sometimes catch himself accidentally holding his breath when the topic came up.

She ruffled his hair around, "Maybe I could give it a trim for you sometime. God knows when you last had a haircut." God might have known, but so did Carl, in fact, he remembered the occasion quite vividly. It was one of those memories he had clutched to in fear of losing after his mother died, she'd given him his last haircut.

After the tragedy, Carl had racked his brain for every reminder of his mother, mentally cataloguing it all, his memory was the only thing that wouldn't abandon him until he himself abandoned the world. For years he had spent hours each day making sure there wasn't one thing he'd forgotten about her.

As much as Carl wanted to honour her existence by telling everyone every story he had, part of him wanted to keep the small pieces of her that only he knew, right in his pocket. As if to remind him that she wasn't just stories, but she had actually, at some point in time, been tangible.

He could tell the story of his last haircut as much as he'd like, people would understand it, some had even been witness in the moment. But no one could understand how it felt to be protected by his mother's touch, comforted and soothed within such a trivial activity. In those last days before the world was ultimately doomed, whilst there was still hope, she'd kept only the most fragile of touches for her son, wanting to protect and shield him from what had seemed to be the short-term decay of the world. So that maybe, once the world had fixed itself, he wouldn't remember the global panic that froze everyone, only that his mother loved him.

He hadn't had another haircut since, he feared that if he let someone else handle him in that way, the memories would intertwine and his mother's touch would become watered down and worthless. It scared him.

Carl looked up from the poster he'd been blankly staring at, welcomed back to Earth by Enid's smiling face. God he loved her, sometimes he wanted to shout it from where everyone would hear, but other times he just wished to engulf her in the fact, in the comfort of his own room.

"You don't have to cut it if you don't want, it was just a suggestion. But, I do need you to help with mine tomorrow. Think you can do that?" Carl nodded his head. She planted a quick kiss on his forehead and thanked him.

They spent the rest of the evening doing their own activities, by each other's side, with only small chunks of conversation being exchanged every so often. They enjoyed the mildness of one another's company.

Enid set up on the front porch, clippers and fine combs, she carried a chair out the front door. Carl followed quickly behind, asking "So what do I actually have to do?" She sighed and replied: "Don't worry, it's nothing too laborious, just a trim."

He awkwardly approached the scissors, as if he'd never seen a pair before in his life. It took him a couple minutes, but he soon began feeling around Enid's head with his hands, reassuring himself that there was no possibility of screwing up.

She didn't rush him, and let him take his time. Enid enjoyed the closeness, and the domestic nature of the activity, it made her smile. She'd told Carl neatness didn't matter, she didn't mind whether it was raggedy or uneven, she'd live. At least it would be cut.

There was still hope inside of her that the act of cutting her hair would bring Carl around to letting her reciprocate the action on him. As she hoped, the further they progressed, the more slick his touches became, and the more carefree he was with the scissors, he might have actually been enjoying himself.

"Okay I'm done." Carl dusted off Enid's shoulders and let her come inside with him so she could view the final product. He looked proud of his work as she played around with her hair in the mirror.

Enid turned around and smiled into a kiss on his cheek. She pulled away to look at his face. Upon matching her stare, his gaze softened, "You know, maybe a small trim wouldn't hurt." Enid was ecstatic that he'd finally confirmed her this privilege.

She was quick to have him pulled away from her, as she led him back out to the porch. He sat down on the seat Enid had been sat in earlier, and she eyed up and down the length of his hair, deciding where would be safest to cut.

Carl wasn't even thinking of saying yes until he'd finished with Enid's hair. He'd seen the neighbours strolling past the house, quickly looking at the pair of them, only to smile and look away, as if they knew how sacred that moment was, even before Carl did.

He realised that these were the moments he wanted to outweigh the major events in his life, even though by comparison these ones were microscopic in importance. He wanted to make memories that didn't just bring joy upon reflection, but the ones that had also been joyous in the moment.

He didn't let these thoughts over-complicate the event, he sat patiently, feeling Enid take to his hair, double-checking every move she made. The segments of silence were constantly broken by pieces of playful conversation, which brought the pair to laughter. It was a peaceful environment, and Carl felt as though the interaction was encased by a small bubble, which no harm could penetrate.

~ Enid put the scissors down and took one final glance at her completed handiwork before telling Carl she had finished. He didn't immediately rise, he was still savouring the last of it, but as Enid followed him back into the bathroom, she was almost as excited as he was.

Carl took one look at himself in the mirror before letting out a single smiling breath. He could barely notice a difference in length and style, although he had to admit the load felt a lot lighter, and would do him much better in the increasingly warm oncoming weather.

"Do you like it?" Enid asked, the few seconds of silence had been too much for her, awaiting his feedback was painful.

"Yeah, you did good, really good." He looked at her once more, taking visual screenshots of the moment, that would last forever in his memory.

The thought of his mother didn't even hit him until well after the event had ceased, and the two of them were preparing a Grimes family dinner in the kitchen. But upon taking one glance at her, Carl concluded that he didn't mind that his mother's memory was beginning to become entangled by hers, in the end all his memories boiled down to love, and he loved her now more than ever.

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topazy · 5 months

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Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes × reader, Maggie Greene × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing

Chapter: 5.05

Your eyes sting as more tears fall from them. You wipe them away with the back of your hand, then pull your knees up to your chest. You let out a shaky breath. Three weeks had passed since Beth died in Atlanta, and since then the group had tragically lost another member, Tyreese. He died when part of the group split off to see if Noah’s hometown of Shirewilt was liveable, and now your group was heading in the direction of DC.

The town was unlivable and full of nothing but rotten corpses.

Most of the group of survivors you were part of were sitting in the middle of the road, but a few of you had gone off to try and search for water and food in the woods. Since your group had hardly any left, everyone was becoming dangerously dehydrated. The group's mood was at an all-time low, and you had barely spoken in three weeks, only when necessary.

You jump, feeling a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, hey, it’s just me,” Daryl says. “I just wanted to make sure you ate something.”

If you weren’t still in so much pain from grieving, you would have found the humor in Daryl offering you a handful of worms as a meal. A few years ago, you would have run away screaming if a bug even touched your skin, and now you were getting ready to eat the slimy insects without a second thought. You let him place a few worms in your hand. “Thanks.”

“Beth, never shut up about you.”

You say nothing, and you continue to eat in silence.

—

When you returned to meet up with the others along with Daryl, you found out that someone had left bottles of water further up the road with a note saying ‘from a friend’ but nobody drank out of the bottles in case they were poisoned.

You scrunch your nose up at the smell of burning food. Four hungry dogs had run out from the tree line and onto the road, but before they could attack or run away, Sasha shot all of them, which resulted in the animals being skinned and cooked as a meal. Everyone ate aside from you and Noah.

Noah seemed to be too consumed by guilt to eat, and the thought of eating your favorite animal turned your stomach.

You sit the furthest away from the group by yourself until Carl sits down beside you on a dry patch of grass. He nudges your knee with his elbow. “Hey, I got something for you.”

You look at him through tired eyes and say, “Yeah?”

Carl pulls two bracelets made of yarn out of his pocket; they were covered in dirt, but you could still make out the bracelets were a mixture of blue and purple. “I found these while looking for water in abandoned cars a few days ago; I was just waiting for the best time to give it to you. I remember you saying, you used to make friendship bracelets with your mom for the church fundraiser.”

Your eyes become glossy at the memory of sitting on your bedroom floor hours after your bedtime, making them with brightly colored threads and sparkly beads. You hold the wrist out, and Carl puts the bracelet on before tying the ends into tight knots. “They are really pretty,” you say quietly. “Thank you.”

Once yours is securely on, Carl holds up his wrist for you to do the same. “No matter where we end up or how alone we feel, we can just look at these and remember that we will always have someone who has our back.”

For the first time in weeks, you smile.

—

Noticing Daryl going off on his own again, you get to your feet and follow him into the woods, being careful not to step on any of the skeletons on the forest floor. Suddenly he stops walking and says, “Not now, kid, I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I know.”

Beth’s death hadn’t just taken a toll on you and Maggie; everyone else in the group who knew her felt her death too, just in different ways. You walk up behind Daryl and wrap your arms around his waist. At first, you think he’s going to shove you off, but he places his hands on top of yours. Daryl was tough, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t fragile like the rest of you.

“When we... after the prison... I’m glad Beth was with you.”

Despite his best efforts to hold it together, a heartbroken sob passes his lips.

You stay like that until you feel the first drop of rain hitting your skin. You let go of Daryl and ran back to the highway. Empty bottles were being placed down to collect the rainwater.

A sense of relief hit you; everyone aside from Maggie and Sasha looked happy. You smile watching as Carl takes off his hat and uses it to shield Judith from the rain; she was crying because her clothes had gotten soaked.

Hearing a loud crackle in the sky, you look up and notice the oncoming storm. “Oh shit.”

Daryl points back the way and says, “I saw a barn; let’s go.”

—

Once the barn was cleared by Rick, Michonne, and Maggie, they gave the rest of you the go-ahead to go in. It didn’t take long for a small to be made and any supplies sought out.

“Hey!” Maggie comes over to you, tucking stands of damp hair behind your ear. “It’s been tough, but we’ve made it this far.”

“I know.”

She kisses the crown of your bed and says, “Try and get some sleep.”

It doesn’t take you long to fall asleep. You and Carl chose to sleep on top of some hay, with Judith safely nestled between you. Most of the adults sit around the fire till late into the night until they fall asleep one by one.

Feeling a chill If you sit upright, it takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness. Everyone else was asleep aside from Judith, who was wiggling on her back. You make sure she’s tucked up close enough to her brother that she won’t roll away and get hurt.

You approach the barn doors held together by a metal chain. You weren’t surprised it was cold with the rain still lashing down. You step closer to the doors to look out and see what damage the heavy rainfall caused, and between the flashes of lighting, you see walkers coming your way.

Stumbling back, you struggled to form a sentence but managed to scream one word, “Rick!”

When the barn door starts to move, you press yourself against it. Seconds later, Daryl is beside you, then Maggie, then Rick. Soon everyone was pushing their full body weight against the doors, waiting for the storm to pass.

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𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ.

PAIRING: carl grimes x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: selfish by madison beer WORD COUNT: 556 PARTS: one two

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ever since the group had gotten settled into alexandria you and carl had definitely drifted from each other. he’d deliberately go off with the other kids. even when you had tried to make plans with him, he blew them off.

once he had changed schedules for his supply runs, that’s when you really had stopped trying.

that didn’t stop you from still watching over him and his family, you often went over and helped rick with judith and he was incredibly appreciative and for sure had brought up that he noticed the drastic change to yours and his son’s friendship.

three months ago today you had finally found this wonderful place. you should be over the moon, filled with joy even. it never came.

you sat with your knees pressed to your chest, tears running down your cheeks - playing with the friendship bracelet that was still attached to your wrist which was a gift from him back when you guys were at the prison, it was now worn out but of course you kept it.

footsteps were heard walking toward you, so you quickly wiped your eyes and covered up the band. looking up and were met with the last person you wanted to see.

your eyes were back to being glued to the ground, sat in the same way as you were before as he sat beside you. a what was once comforting silence now awkward surrounding the two of you.

tears stung in your eyes as you glanced over at him, “i hate you.” your voice shook as the tears started to fall. his own filling with regret.

“i hate that you think you can just walk over here and act like everything’s perfectly fine between us when it’s clearly not!” carl sat and listened to what you had to say - what was well overdue.

“you’re selfish. y-you abandoned me when i needed you the most,” the lump in your throat only getting worse as you spoke.

his eyes locked onto your own, “i never left. i’ve been right here.”

his empty words made you scoff and roll your eyes, making it seem like he hadn’t made such an effort to be as far away from you as possible.

you stood up abruptly - looking down at him. “i can’t believe you, you will sit there and lie to me after you know you did literally everything to not see or be near me. god even your dad thought it was weird that we weren’t around each other.”

“so don’t you fucking dare try and tell me you were there for me when you clearly weren’t.” he only got angrier.

“you were too goddamn clingy y/n, you were never not latched to my side, you needed to grow the fuck up.”

the pain flooded throughout your body, his words dug deep into your heart. he tried to reach out and hold you and apologise, but it was too late. you pulled away from his touch, the words coming out of his mouth sounded distant and muffled. that’s all he thought of you? all that time?

your steps staggered backwards, carl walked closer to you still trying to explain himself, you started to walk away from him but not before you ripped the bracelet off your arm and threw it at him.

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can u do 6, 7, 66 list 2, carl grimes !! i don’t have a specific scenario though 😭 <3

spider web (Carl Grimes)

warnings; swearing, gun mention, arachnophobia.

wc; 3.7k

prompt; 6. "Kiss me and/or shut up." 7. "Where does it hurt?" 66. "Why are you always so dramatic?"

notes; set in a non-specific time after season 5, no major spoilers besides what happens at the prison.

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The moment you stepped foot inside of Alexandria, you had a feeling that you’d be suffocated and controlled. It was the way that Aaron talked to you, like you were some misfortune teenager that ended up with Rick’s group, instead of deciding to stay. You have no blood-relation to anybody here, apparently that makes you irresponsible.

What really did it was when tried to make you hand over your gun, telling you that you’ll see it again. You’d just have to check it out from Olivia first on your way out of the walls. You couldn’t agree to it.

You’re not entirely sure why Rick and the rest of the group did. It could’ve been the desperation of wanting a safe place to lay their head, and Aaron and a few of the others had done an awful lot of convincing. However, none of you actually knew how safe it would be just yet, and you couldn’t trust them, not after what happened at Terminus.

So, you refused to bend to their rules until you knew that you could trust them. You didn’t care about what Rick or Carol felt, it was up to you. Olivia wasn’t happy about it, she told you that if you didn’t hand over your gun, then you’d be required to leave. Without another word, you’d pulled your bag onto your shoulders, tilting your head in the direction of the gate, asking if they’d escort you.

Aaron had to step in, backtracking. You were temporarily allowed to keep your gun on you until you were interviewed by Deanna. The entire time you sat outside with them on the porch, waiting your turn, was filled with Carl begging you not to do this. He didn’t want you to leave the group over a little disagreement.

They understood why you felt the way you did, but they reasoned that Terminus had left an impression on all of them. It’s exactly the reason why Rick didn’t believe Aaron about Terminus. Yet, here you all are, because they’re telling the truth so far.

“You don’t get it.” You snapped, turning your body away to face the street instead. Carol placed her hand on your shoulder, and you slapped it away. “And I don’t have to justify myself.”

You couldn’t promise anyone then and there that you wouldn’t leave. Not even Carol, who had been the one to save you the year prior from walkers. When you were alone, waiting for your dad to return from his run. One day turned to a week, and you knew he was dead somewhere, there was no point in waiting anymore. You didn’t know where to go. Carol came through the neighborhood an hour later, and she took you back to the prison.

That’s where you stayed, until the place got attacked by the Governor, and you were forced to leave. You were almost alone again, but Rick and Carl found you on the way, obviously in the middle of a fight. You tried to keep out of it. You knew Carl, you weren’t close enough to get into his familial affairs. He wasn’t as talkative back then.

It wasn’t until Michonne showed up, did he begin to talk to you more. You went from friends to best friends in the span of a week.

It’s the reason why he begged you to stay in Alexandria and not leave. You’re safe to him, someone he can trust. He couldn’t afford to lose you over the fact that you couldn’t give up your only source of protection. Especially since your dad gave it to you before he left you there alone with the promise that he’d be back.

You had to explain this to Deanna, the entire time feeling her judgment. How could a teenage girl be so attached to something so dangerous? You knew that she wasn’t fond of the idea, so you tried to reason with her. You told her that you would take all the bullets out of the gun, but you wouldn’t give it to her. She couldn’t make you do that.

All she had to say was that there was a strict no-gun policy inside of the walls of Alexandria unless you were leaving them.

You vividly remember standing up, smiling, and saying: “Well, I guess it’s decided then.”

She was fooled, thinking that you were going to hand it over to her. She held out her palm, waiting for you to pull it out and place it there.

You shook your head, “I’m leaving.”

Deanna let you get all the way to the door, waiting to see if you were bluffing or telling the truth. When you didn’t stop, reaching for the doorknob, she finally asked what your conditions were.

You scoffed, telling her that you wanted to keep the gun on you at all times, bullet included. You didn’t care about her policy, or if she thought that she and these walls could keep you safe. You didn’t believe her. You didn’t believe any of them, because you haven’t experienced Alexandria in the middle of a crisis.

“There’s never been a crisis before.” She told you smoothly.

“An even better reason for why I won’t be staying.”

“You’re a child.”

“No.” You snapped, turning to look at her, “I’m not, and I can perfectly handle myself, so what makes you think that I need you?” Silence followed the statement, while you waited for some half-assed lame excuse to leave her mouth. There was none, “That’s what I thought.”

“You can keep the gun.” She sighed, “But absolutely no bullets, and we’ll be checking your bag. Will you please sit back down?”

“No, I’m done talking to you.”

After that, it was nothing but a hassle to get the bullets to go outside. Deanna must’ve told Olivia not to give them to you, because you’ve had to sneak them out of the gun supply every single time if you needed them.

You could’ve left—you almost did—but Carl convinced you to stay. And to appease the urge to be outside, you’ve resorted to sneaking out, since they won’t let you through the front gate under any circumstances. Unless you’re accompanied by Carol or one of the others to supervise you. If they won’t let you leave safely, then you’ll find a different way out. At least then they would know that you left, instead of finding out that you’re missing several hours later.

The only person that knows you leave the walls anymore is Carl, and that’s because he finds the walls stuffy sometimes too. There’s only so much you can do in Alexandria before you begin to go insane, which is another reason why you were afraid of finding a place like this. You’ll forget that you’re surviving, not just living. What happens when those precious walls fall? You’ll be as useless as half of those Alexandrians.

“What’re you thinking about?” Carl asks, squeezing your hand when he looks over at you.

“Alexandria, unfortunately.” You sigh, “I miss the prison.”

He shrugs, “It was cold there.”

“We had a good community.” You defend.

“And the beds sucked.”

You roll your eyes, “At least there was a lot of work to do. We were never not busy.”

Carl stops walking, forcing you to stop too, “You know, if you want something to do—”

“Shut up.”

He grins, “You could get a job assignment.”

“Shut up.” You repeat, pulling your hand, “Forget I mentioned it.”

You start walking again, Carl follows, “If you’re too embarrassed, I can ask for you.”

“I’m not working for her, ever.”

“You say that now, but eventually you’re going to get bored of being bored. I know you better than that, (Y/n).”

You don’t say anything back, because he’s right. You’re not going to be able to sit around and do nothing. That’s why you wish you could ask to get a running assignment, so you can leave the walls when you want, for however you want. Instead of something stupid like landscape.

Carl knows very well that he’s the only reason why you’re staying. He better be careful when it comes to pushing your buttons.

Carl turns, heading for the nearest house. It's two-story, with a faded green outside and white trim. You follow him up the walkway, watching the street for any walkers that might be lurking nearby. You haven’t seen any the entire way here, not even in the shortcut through the woods. It’s odd seeing the world so bare of the dead.

Carl knocks on the front door a few times to draw attention of any walkers that may or may not be inside. You pull out your knife, the two of you quietly listening for any noises. When no dead show up at the windows, Carl is the first to enter cautiously. You check behind you one more time before stepping inside, shutting the door in case you’ve got trailers.

There’s been a few times where you’ve learned your lesson when it comes to keeping doors open. Carol always says that there’s nothing more dangerous than closed doors and inescapable houses. You disagree. If the door is shut, you know for certain that there’s nothing following you inside, unless it’s alive.

The two of you split to clear the house. You’ve been through this neighborhood plenty of times, and recognize the patterns to the layouts. You just haven’t been to this branch before, you and Carl take it one cul-de-sac at a time.

You creep into the kitchen on the left, eyes searching open places and hiding spots. You knock on the countertop to see if you can draw anything out of the shadows. You swing the pantry door open and jump back, finding it partially empty. There’s plenty to bring back to Alexandria, though.

You click on your flashlight as you get deeper into the house, heading into the laundry room. You check every corner and hiding space, finding nothing but a pile of clothes in the corner. With nothing here, you back out, and head into the main foyer, where Carl’s already waiting for you, sitting on the stair, messing with a tennis ball.

“Clear.” You murmur, “We’ve got a nice pantry to raid.”

“Let’s start with that first.” He says, tossing the ball into the living room.

The two of you dig through the cupboards and pantry, setting them on the counter to see just how much you’ve found. You have a feeling that everyone already knows that you sneak out frequently, really there’s no point in hiding it. You might as well bring back an apology gift, even if you aren’t sorry by any means.

You and Carl split the food into your bags to make it easier to carry. You zip up your bag and swing it onto your back again. Carl returns to the living room to look through the DVD’s. You sit on the arm of the couch, waiting for him patiently. He’s so funny when it comes to trying to find things for Judith to watch or toys to play with.

The house is pretty untouched since the beginning of the apocalypse, judging by the amount of food in the pantry. You get off of the couch, wandering over to the window sill. You have this game where you run your finger over the thick layer of dust. You roll it between your fingers, turning to flick it in Carl’s direction.

He watches it land by his feet, glaring at you, “Let’s go up.”

He goes up the stairs first, as usual. You follow him wordlessly, looking over the picture frames on the walls. A family lived here, parents and two teenagers—a boy and a girl. You brush some of the dust off to see a picture more clearly.

At the top of the stairs, Carl points up, “(Y/n), look.”

You follow his finger, and see that he’s pointing out the attic to you. A smile comes over your face as you hurry up the rest of the steps. It’s your favorite part about exploring houses. What do they have stored in the attic? It’s typically Halloween costumes, Christmas decorations, old stuff that they use once a year, but sometimes there’s good shit.

“Bingo.” You grin.

You follow Carl into the teenage boy’s room. You curiously look at the video game posters on the wall while he opens drawers and sifts through the boys’ belongings. There’s no picture frames in here, nothing to tell his story besides the hallway. Carl pulls out a stack of comic books that he doesn’t own yet, and carefully slides them into his bag.

You watch him walk by a game system four times before he notices it. He’s excited when he sees the video games on the shelf beneath, looking through them one by one. He picks a few that he’s interested in, and then the two of you leave to check out the other rooms.

The parents’ bedroom is uniform and cleanly made, untouched since the day they left. You find a few sweaters in Carol’s size that she might like, folding them over your arm to carry them with you for the time being. Carl tries to find something for his dad, but he’s at a loss. Everything here would be too out of character for him.

The final room belongs to the girl. You open the door this time, going to take a step inside.

The smell of rotting corpses is all too familiar to your nose by now, but the odor inside of the room is foul. You let out a gag, covering your nose while you take several steps back, shaking your head, “I’m not going in there.”

“We’ve seen worse.” Carl peeks.

“I’m sure we have. I’m still not going in there.”

Carl reaches in to grab the doorknob, “Alright, let’s go into the attic, then.”

The two of you work together to get to the string that’s hanging from the ceiling. Carl brings the rolling chair from the boys’ room into the hallway. You step onto the chair, using his shoulder as support while he holds it steady. You pull the door open, and a flurry of dust comes raining down on you.

While you cover your mouth and nose, you realize that there’s no ladder that usually goes with it.

You let out a sigh, “Well, this sucks.”

You reach your hand in the air, trying to see if your fingers even graze the edge of the opening, and they don’t. You can’t even guarantee that a jump would get you up there, either. You hop off the chair, placing your hands on your hips, biting the inside of your cheek.

Suddenly you redirect your attention to Carl with a smile.

He frowns, “What is it?”

“You know, you’re tall.” You flash him a toothy smile, “Let me on your shoulders.”

Carl makes a face, slowly starting to shake his head.

“Don’t say no yet, we haven’t tried it.”

“Babe, this is a great way to get us both killed because we end up falling down the stairs and breaking our necks.” He reasons.

“Just drop me in the other direction.” You wave off his concern, then motion for him to get down.

Carl closes his eyes, but lowers to his knees, “You’re lucky I’m in love with you.”

“I’m lucky you love me.” You agree, carefully placing your thighs on his shoulders, “Up we go!”

Carl takes a deep breath, holding it as he struggles to find a good footing. He uses the wall to help him extend his legs all the way, eventually reaching for the closet doorknob to get him up the rest of the way. You steady on his shoulders, being careful not to make any big movements. He takes it one step at a time to bring you beneath the hole, and then adjusts his stance.

This isn’t the first time he’s done this for you, and if he accidentally drops you, it wouldn’t be the first time you fell down the stairs. That’s why you’re not worried about it. You haven’t died yet, so there is no reason to be careful.

You can grab onto the edges now, and you pull yourself up most of the way. You’re very careful when you use Carl’s shoulders to push up the rest of the way. It’s dark as all hell up here, once your butt is firmly planted, you click on your flashlight, watching the dust dance in front of the newfound light.

There are loads of boxes and containers, all written on to tell you what they hold. You look for a ladder, but don’t seem to find one. It must be in the garage, that’s the only other place where it would make sense. You wiggle onto your stomach, placing the flashlight down while you reach down to grab Carl.

“No ladder?”

“Must be in the garage.” You say.

He steps onto the chair, and then proceeds to jump to take your hand, sending the chair flying across the hall. You let out a light laugh, beginning to pull him up. You hold with both hands for most of the way, but as soon as he can reach, you switch to one hand only. Carl swings himself into the attic, and it takes him five minutes of deep breathing before he decides that he’s ready to help you look through boxes.

Just as you thought, there’s Halloween costumes. Carl pulls out a pirate hat and tosses it to you to wear while he pulls over an eye patch, “Aye aye Captain.” He muses.

You let out a snort.

While he continues to go through the other boxes, looking for any swords, you end up stopping on a bin marked ‘grandma’s stuff’. You pop open the lid, pulling out the covered wedding dress and laying it on the ground. The further you get into the box, the sadder you seem to get.

There’s an old jewelry box, inside lies precious gems and silvers that their grandma must’ve loved at some point. You wind the back of the box, watching the ballerina begin to spin first, then the twinkling song plays slowly. You run your finger over the rings, necklaces and earrings.

There’s a photo album in the box. It’s falling apart at the seams, so you’re extra gentle with it while you look through it. It’s old pictures, all greyed out and almost hard to make out what they’re supposed to be. Family pictures that must be decades old, maybe grandma when she was younger. There’s a polaroid here and there, nothing too amazing. The box stops singing, and you careful put everything back inside of the container.

A tickling sensation touches your shoulder, you try to brush it off, taking it as a piece of dust or something. Except, when it’s sticky, you look over.

A scream leaves your throat as you swat away the spider web, rubbing it on your jeans, while heading for the only escape. Carl watches you in stunned silence, until he realizes what you’re about to do.

“(Y/n)---wait!”

You slip out of the attic, falling several feet until you hit the hardwood floor. First its your feet as you twist your ankle, your knees painfully slamming next, the last being your hands.

“Ouch, fuck!” You shout, face twisting as you immediately move to grab your ankle.

A black speck with several legs reminds you why you had left the attic in the first place. Another scream, much louder and terrified than the last, follows. You brush your skin rapidly, backing away from the area as you desperately try to find the demon somewhere on the floor.

“(Y/n)?” Carl asks, hanging his head out of the attic, the eyepatch slips off his head, and he barely catches it in the air.

“I fucking—” You slam your good foot on the spider, dragging your foot a little to ensure that it’s dead, “I think I twisted my ankle.”

“Why are you always so dramatic?” He sighs, hanging his feet out, and then dropping down.

“I’m not kidding, Carl.” You snap, wincing when you try to roll your ankle to stretch it, “It fucking hurts.”

He’s on the tip of his toes, shirt riding up as he stretches to grab the string to shut the attic. He watches it resume its place, “All over a little spider.”

You slam your good foot into his skin, boot scraping along skin. He lets out a yelp, backing away from you. You shake your head, turning over onto your knees to get up carefully, using the wall as support. It hurts to put any weight on your right ankle, but you have no choice. There’s a long walk back home with a heavy backpack and a wall to scale.

“Let’s just go.” You mumble, limping over to the steps. You’re sure that you’re doing more harm than good by walking on it.

“Hold on.” Carl says, grabbing your arm, “Let me look at it.”

“No.” You snap, he lets you pull away from his grasp.

He doesn’t care, getting onto his knees, hand on the back of your calf to keep you from going anywhere while he unties your shoe. He’s very gentle when it comes to pulling off the boot and peeling back the sock to take a look for himself.

“Where does it hurt?”

“Right on the ankle.” You sigh through your nose, looking away from him.

He ignores the noise, pressing on the skin, watching your face for a reaction. He gets it when he presses a little too hard and you grimace. You jerk forward, placing your hand on his head to steady yourself.

“There.” You motion, “The last spot you touched.”

He helps you stretch it enough to the point where you can stand on it without too much pain, “My poor baby is in so much pain.”

“Kiss me and shut up.” You tell him, he smiles.

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wreckmyimage · 1 year

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GLIMPSE OF US, carl grimes x fem reader

SUMMARY: You can’t look into the eyes of Judith because you’ll see Carl.

WARNINGS: Death mentions, sad reader, sad Judith

notes: carl fic cause he deserved sooo much better. i’ve not read over this so i apologise if its got some mistakes… title is joji’s song!!!!

You were sat on the porch of your home in alexandria, you had a book on your lap but you weren’t reading it properly. Every time you remembered the book in your lap you skimmed over the words over and over again. It had been 5 years since Carl dying, but you were still not over it. You didn’t think you could ever get over it.

Whenever you saw Judith, you immediately look away, you saw Carl in her. They were so alike. Whenever you saw the hat that Carl once used to wear, your mind traveled to memory lane. Like back in Atlanta, just at the start. Thats when you both had met, you were both so little, so clueless. It wasn’t until you and the group got to Alexandria you and Carl got together. It took you both years to figure out your feelings for each other, but after confessions and shared kisses, you realised you both had a spark.

When you had found out he had been bit your world fell apart. You thought it was just some sick and twisted joke he was playing. But it was no joke, it was real life. The real world is a horrible and dark place. You would be lucky if you even survived in the first place.

You felt horrible, when it came to not looking Judith in the eye. Of course you spoke to her, but you could not look into her eye. She was not dumb, she got that from Carl.

“Why do you not speak to me anymore?” A small fragile voice speaks up, breaking you from your daze, you didn’t even realise she had been in front of you until now.

“I’m sorry.” You mumble with guilt, eyes still on your lap.

“Its okay.” She answers, as she sits next to you on the porch of the house you shared with Rosita. “I think I know why,” She starts, as she tries to find the words to explain it. “You miss him, and you see him when you look at me. I get it a lot.”

Your felt like you were drowning, like your tears that were going to spill were going to drown you. You were too busy wallowing in your own pity to even care what Judith was going through, it was her brother. The brother who always took care of her, or tended to her when Rick was too busy fighting the saviors or doing god knows what.

“I’m so sorry, Judith.” You confessed, finally looking at her, for the first time in ages. She had grown so much, she was getting older, and that struck you right in your heart, you had missed some of it, leaving you guilty again. “I was too busy to even care about you and I am so sorry, I’m so sorry you didn’t have me by your side to help you through it.”

Judith didn’t respond, she just wrapped her arms around you, hugging you, you didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around her smaller frame, her head in your neck as tears roll down her cheeks and her sobs break through the air.

All you needed was each other, Judith needed you, you needed her, but what you both needed was Carl. But you both knew you’d never see him again, but at least you had each other now. Judith had the person who she saw as a sister back in her life again.

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e-m-christina · 2 years

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Carl Grimes’ Affection Would Include:

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader Set: S7/8 (Carl is around 17). Warnings: Fluff, light NSFW, protective Daryl. MASTERLIST – REQUESTING INFO

Carl’s love language is physical affection and making sure you are safe.

Holding hands is one of Carl’s favourite ways to show is affection towards you in public.

He isn’t really a PDA type of guy, but he still likes to be close to you.

He also likes to wrap his arm around your waist or around your shoulder.

Carl is also a massive cuddler.

Whenever you spend the night together, you can be sure that you’ll be wrapped up in his arms.

He prefers being the big spoon but doesn’t mind being the small spoon after a long day.

He will practically just lay on top of you sometimes. On many occasions you have almost suffocated.

He likes to sneak up on you and hug you from behind.

He also loves your lips.

He loves how soft and warm they are against his.

He also loves to kiss you.

Any type of kiss, he isn’t picky.

Short pecks.

Long and slow kisses.

Frantic and passionate make outs.

Forehead kisses.

Neck kisses.

Cheek kisses.

Nose kisses.

Shoulder Kisses.

Inner thigh kisses.

He greets you by placing a kiss on your hand, which actually started out as a joke at first, but you guys thought it was cute and kept doing it.

When you are alone, he is more handsy.

He loves how easily flustered you become when he runs his hands under the hem of your shirt during make-outs.

He loves how your skin feels under his touch.

He also loves how you feel under of him.

Your curves drive him crazy.

During heated kissing sessions, he loves to grope and squeeze your breasts, thighs and ass.

It being the apocalypse and all, Carl never really thought about girls or sex, but after meeting you, his thoughts went full teenage-boy mode.

Of course, Rick and Michonne gave you the sex talk which was embarrassing for everyone involved.

Daryl also keeps a close eye on Carl, in case he gets too handsy with you. He may or may not have also threatened Carl with his crossbow. He knows what teenage boys are like.

As well as showing physical affection, Carl liked to spend quality time with you.

You would spend hours reading comics together.

You’d talk for hours about random subjects, such as what highschool would have been like, bickering over which superhero was the best and wondering what the hell Eugene does in his spare time.

Overall, Carl will show his affection in any way possible, as long as you were happy with it.

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theyluvlyss · 7 months

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carlgrimesenthusiast · 9 months

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Aaaaaa I'm not used to Tumblr so I really hope I'm doing this right! ^^' but uhhh soft dom Carl taking care of reader after a rough day.. eating her out, kissing and sucking all over, then fucking her into the mattress until she's come so many times that she can't take it anymore 😳 pretty please?

rough day || carl grimes x reader

warnings: smut, swearing, soft!dom carl, sub!reader.

a/n: this is my 3rd fic i’ve written today i think! i’m doing my best to get all these requests done. i’m not accepting any more smuts for now until i finish all my smut requests, which is all of them. send me some angst, some fluff!!!

you’ve had the worst day today, nothing had gone your way. first of all, when you went on a quick run with rosita early in the morning, you were being chased by walkers and you fucking fell down. the walker was so close to biting your leg off. then rosita lectured you about safety and that if it happens again, then both of you probably would’ve been bitten.

you then returned from the run and went to the supplies to tara. you were in her house and carol was there helping with the rationing. you were sat on your chair and your legs were splayed out in comfort from all the walking you and rosita did. carol then tripped over, earning her a bloody nose when she fell face first.

she seemed very very pissed at you, no matter how many times you apologised, she just rolled her eyes at you. you internally groaned knowing you fucked up. carol held grudges so you weren’t expecting her to forgive you so easily.

that’s not it, tara asked you to go fetch medicine from denise. you did that all fine, no problems. you fetched the medicine and was making your way out. suddenly, you collided into daryl, you apologised immediately knowing that he would get mad easily as well. “watch where you’re going kid.” he spat at you, what was going on with you today?!

the only time you were happy was when you were in the arms of the boy you loved most, carl. you were sitting on his laps, arms wrapped around his shoulder as his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer to him. “i’ve had the worst day today.” you mentioned, you then proceeded to tell him about everything. how rosita lectured you, tripping up carol and knocking into daryl.

whilst you were talking about your horrible day, carl couldn’t help but let his hands linger down to your ass. “carry on princess, what else happened.” he soothed, he moved your hair away from your neck, and started kissing. you whimpered at the feeling, his cold lips against your hot skin. “i know a couple of ways to help you calm down.” he smirked into your skin.

“show me, please.” you breathed out, hands moving to tug and carls hair. he switched you guys around, laying you on your back whilst he crawled on top of you. he held your cheek, kissing you passionately. he let his tongue swipe across your lip, wanting access into your mouth. you opened you mouth slightly, giving him permission to let him in. he caressed his hands all over your body, feeling you everywhere.

he moved away for a second to take off your shirt, “can i?” he asked, you nodded and he unclasped your bra. you winced as the cold air tingled your body, he moved down and wrapped his warm mouth around your cold bud. he sucked gently, holding and squeezing onto your boobs. he then made his way down to your pants, he removed them and looked up and you for permission to remove your underwear. you nodded, grabbing onto your boob as he took your underwear off.

he held your legs open, kissing your thighs, biting and sucking. “carl, please.” you whined, you hate but love when carl teased you. carl immediately dived in, sucking your clit into his mouth. he went to your hole, fucking his tongue into it before letting his tongue move back up to your clit. he circled your clit with his tongue, he held your thighs in place to stop you from moving everywhere. he went back to your hole, circling his tongue around it, his nose nudging just perfectly onto your clit. you moaned, nearing your orgasm.

“fuck, carl, i’m gonna cum.” you moaned, trapping carls head in your thighs. you bucked your hips into carls mouth, your cum smeared across his mouth to his chin. carl came back up, you whimpered at the sight of carls body. he leaned down to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.

you felt carls cock nudge against your entrance, he slowly entered in, letting your adjust to his size. no matter how many times you guys fucked, you never got used to the size of him. you pulled carl down to kiss him, he held onto your hips, fucking you hard. you were moaning uncontrollably, carl always knew how to make you feel good. carl groaned into your mouth, “shit, princess, you feel so good.”

you whined, “carl i’m gonna cu-“ you got cut off by carl kissing you harsh, his pace going faster. he went at an ungodly pace, your legs shook around his waste as you both came. you felt him twitch, emptying inside of you. you both stayed like that to regain composure.

“feeling better baby?”

“so much better.” you giggled.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

thank you for the request anon!

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carlplsrailme · 2 months

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𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: after a long day you rest in carls arms. he holds you tightly as rain falls over alexandria

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: comfort, cuddling, etc

your eyes are heavy as the sight of the door becomes blurrier and blurrier, the rain slams on the window above you both as carls fingertips run up and down your spine.

you lay on top of him as you dig your nose into his sweatshirt, his scent engulfing you. your eyes shut as goosebumps appear on your back as he brushes over you softly, the both of you sinking into the worn mattress below you.

you feel as though you are falling, your trust for him certain as you lay vulnerable. no weapons, no escape route, no fear.

earphones are softly playing a continuous beat he keeps looping from his ipod, the back of your mind picks apart the song as you subconsciously think what he'd listen to right now, in this moment.

the rare moment he has alone with you, where he can really hold you tight, knowing at least for now you are safe.

your legs go numb as your body prepares itself for sleep, your fingers still twitching as they replay their day of knife-handling and ammo

thats why you collapsed on him the second he raised his arms out for you, understanding everything you needed in that moment with no words shared.

because you two don't need to talk to hear each other, especially on nights like these. You just need to feel safe, and with him, you do.

an: HIIII! i hope you guys liked this drabble..it's me dipping my toes back in 😭im a sucker for sleepy fics so i thought this was a good place to start. thank you so much everyone, and especially to the people still here ilysm 💞

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baddiecarl · 9 months

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Carl Grimes x Dhampir! reader

Part 1 - Batgirl

Hi guys! So this is an idea I had bc I was allowed to watch BloodRayne way too young and it became one of the pieces of media I now daydream about. Also I am fully admitting to lightly tampering with dhampir lore to fit the narrative I’m going for! Don’t take it too seriously, this is just for fun :)

Dhampir. A creature who is the result of a “union” between a human and a vampire, often female and male respectively. As a consequence of this, a dominating amount of dhampirs go on to become vampire hunters. Well equipped for the job with the ability to see vampires' true faces, heightened senses, strength, regeneration, and no vulnerability to crucifixes, holy water, or sunlight. Blending in with humans almost entirely, even being able to digest and gain sustenance from human food, the only catch is that they still need blood. Most choose to get it from vampires on their hunting kills, seeing it as something like an act of vengeance if not anything more than ridding the world of one more vampire.

Walking down an eroded street littered with soggy orange, yellow, and brown leaves shed from the trees above, you occasionally look up to see the sun shining through the branches. Still, too far from Earth to feel much warmth, something you preferred compared to the blistering heat.

“Just about afternoon”, you noted under your breath. Now turning your full attention back to the street, following rusted and decaying street signs to an old shopping center and god willing finding something of use to you. You could do with a new change of clothes considering how rainy it’s been, your light summer clothes were definitely not going to cut it once it starts getting colder. Continuing to make a mental list of things to keep your eye out for, you round the corner of the street and lay eyes on the strip mall. You pause for a moment to listen and watch for movement, any sign that you might not be alone, dead or alive.

After you surveyed your surroundings and made your way toward the building, you pulled one of your twin arm blades from your scabbard. You knocked on the window of the old department store, once again listening and watching for anything that might be in there. Seeing no reason not to, you open the door and walk into the store. You were pleasantly surprised by the fact that this place didn’t look like it had been picked through a ton so maybe you’d be able to find something to wear! Staying alert, you look through the store with cautious steps while you glance over the racks. Finally landing on a comfortable and practical pair of pants, you grab them and stuff them into your bag. Feeling pretty good about the odds of you finding what you need, you go on to keep looking for a shirt and hopefully a good jacket. Padding over to where all the shirts seem to be gathered you make your selection before searching for a jacket, turning around but almost immediately halted by a clattering coming from the back of the store.

“Fuck that,” you muttered to yourself as you slinked out of the store, grabbing the first jacket you saw on your way out. Unwilling to exert any unnecessary effort during a simple supply re-up before you had even started, you slipped through the door and shut it quietly behind you. It was still clear outside, no cars, no walkers that had their eyes on you so you decided to just stick to being quick and fast. Your next target was a gun shop. Even though your arm blades were extremely effective, you take your weapons very seriously and you’ve noticed that your handguns have been needing some maintenance and a few light repairs. Knocking on the only remaining window of the old gun shop, you drew the attention of two walkers. Arms extended, they came towards you through the broken windows, still trying to reach you as they tripped over each other. “Like a couple of drunk toddlers,” you sighed as you singled out the one about to get up first, piercing your blade into his skull before he could fully stand. The second walker is now up and walking toward you, in one fluid motion you remove your blade from the first walker and kick in the second one's knee, making him fall to the ground with a crack and a thud. While he’s down you make quick work of plunging your blade into his temple.

Refocusing on what’s going on around you, you hear…footsteps? Not the shuffling or dragging of walkers, but careful and deliberate steps falling on hard linoleum coming from the very back of the gun shop. You silently walk into the store knowing you don’t really have a choice, you need to have at least one working gun. You go to the left first, putting the most distance between you and the back room while you find a repair kit. The quiet footsteps and faint rummaging noises continue as you pick through the shelves, not finding what you came for you end up walking through the store a little more. Hoping to avoid whoever is back there, you take a quick walk through the aisles and resolve to leave if you don’t find a repair kit in the next three minutes. You were just about to call it when you finally found a kit that had been sitting on the floor, swiftly picking it up and plopping it into your bag, you realized that you didn’t hear the rummaging or footsteps anymore. Instead, you heard the sound of a latch bolt sliding against the strike plate and slightly hastened breathing. Turning on your heel and glaring at the newly cracked open door, you take your chances and go for the door. You can tell the person behind the door has figured this out too as you can hear their breathing pick up even more.

As you get up to the door you can hear a quickened heartbeat on top of the heavy breathing. Using the suspense to your advantage, you stand to the side of the door and pull a small rock from your pocket and throw it towards the entrance of the store. Hearing the heartbeat and breathing come even closer, you flung the door open, causing the person behind it to fall forward. “Shit” the boy on the floor in front of you groaned as he turned over onto his back to look up at you. “What the fuck?” he says through a wince. “Yeah what the fuck is right, why were you watching me?” you ask, no longer feeling very threatened once you get a good look at the boy. He looks just about your age; wavy brown hair, freckles, and the most piercing blue eyes you’ve ever seen. “How’d you know I was in here anyway?” He deflected. “I heard footsteps, breathing, and the door opening.” You answered. “No way your ears are that good.”

God dude, you don’t even want to know how possible it is. There are some upsides to your abilities but you were always left with the knowledge that you were different from everybody else. You didn’t fit in entirely with humans and you most certainly didn’t fit in with vampires. In fact, most vampires you came across wanted you dead anyway, they don’t take kindly to dhampirs at all; especially not the ones that become vampire hunters.

“Believe me or don’t, it doesn’t really matter. I just want to know why you were watching me.” You persisted. After a moment of silence, he stammered out a confession. “...fine, I was watching you. I saw you take out those walkers…it was impressive. I closed the door when you were done, I didn’t know whether or not I had to be threatened by you.” He chuckled through the tail end of his sentence, clearly hoping to relieve the tension. “I’m not a threat to you as long as you aren’t a threat to me.” You tell him as you lean over to pick up the hat that fell off his head when he lost his balance. You pass him his hat and offer your hand to help him up, letting your face melt into a soft smile as you watch him adjust and settle his hat back onto his head before he grips your hand and allows you to help pull him up.

“So what’s your name, cowboy?” you ask the boy, now fully standing in front of you. “It’s Carl. And it’s a sheriff’s hat, not a cowboy hat,” He replied with a hint of teasing condescension. “What’s your name, batgirl?” he continued. “Batgirl?” you scoffed. “Yeah, you said your ears were so good that you heard me breathing behind this heavy ass door so… batgirl.” “Fair enough. Well, my real name is (y/n) if you want to call me something other than batgirl.” “Alright then (y/n). I’ve gotta ask, what’s with the giant crucifix?” You glanced down at your necklace, realizing it had come untucked from behind your shirt when you bent down to pick up Carl’s hat. “Oh, it’s just kind of a good luck charm I guess,” you try to give the simplest explanation possible as you put it back under your shirt. “Oh I get it,” he said, assuming it belonged to someone you lost. You just let him think that because it’s easier than giving him the whole truth.

“So what were you looking for in here? I can help if you want, I know guns pretty well.” Why is he so eager to help? “I’m good, I already got what I came for anyway,” you said as you stepped past him, now put off by the uncharacteristic behavior of someone living in the apocalypse. Beginning to walk through the aisles and towards the exit, it doesn’t escape you that Carl is following behind you. “Wait, where are you going?” he asks as you walk out the door and past the two walker corpses you took down before you came in. You remembered Carl saying he saw you fighting them, it made you uneasy that he had been watching you for longer than you thought and you didn’t even notice. Granted, your senses had been honed for seeking out vampires, but humans had become an equally large and present danger. You abruptly turned around, almost making Carl fall over again from suddenly stopping in his tracks. “Did you see me before I killed the walkers?” You pressed. “What? No! I came in through the back and heard the walkers and I was about to come out and deal with them and then I saw you,” he defended. “Were you making noise in the store to our right before you went to the gun shop?” “No? Is something wrong?” He’s clueless, but all your alarms were going off. “Sorry I’m just a little nervous, I’m not really used to being around other people anymore,” you weren’t entirely lying, but not telling the truth either. You could sense a vampire somewhere, you just couldn’t pinpoint exactly where. “I can stick with you if you want some company?” You nod and let him tag along with you into the old pharmacy, knowing the human would be safer if he was with you.

Searching through the shelves for hygiene products, meds, and anything else you could use, Carl is doing the same. Suddenly, you hear another clattering noise, this time it’s coming from right beneath your feet. “Carl?” You whisper yelled out to him. “Yeah?” “Be very still and very quiet, I just heard something coming from downstairs,” you warned as you tiptoed over to where he was, trying to locate a door that would lead to the sound. “There’s a downstairs to this place?” he commented. “There has to be,” you replied with certainty, walking to the far back of the shop, behind the counter and through the medication storage room. Sure enough, there was a door. “Stay behind me, okay?” you asked as quietly as you could. “What? No, you should stay behind me! Why are we even going down there anyway?” he protested. Before he could say anything else you were already opening the door and walking down the stairs, he quickly followed behind you with his gun drawn. Now unsure what to think of this girl he just met, but still unwilling to let her be alone.

The basement is barely lit, with only one window covered in dust at the top of the wall in the right corner, leaving the furthest opposite corner to be cloaked in a dark shadow. You stop halfway down and signal to Carl to wait on the stairs, he looks at you like he wants to ask something but just nods instead. You walk down the rest of the stairs and face the shadow, you see it immediately. The snarling face stands out against the pitch black in the corner under the steps. “I can see you, y’know,” you spoke to what Carl perceived as the complete darkness. You hear an almost lion-like roar before the vampire launches itself at you. Your reflexes in full swing, you reach for the holster under your shirt and grab your wooden stake. Before the vampire can lay hands on you, you jump to the right and roll over your shoulder, getting promptly back onto your feet. Carl had no idea what he was seeing, he tried to get a good shot at who/whatever was attacking you, but couldn’t manage it with all the movement. The vampire sprung forward at you again but was thwarted by your roundhouse kick. You knocked him backward and while he was still stumbling you uppercut him, putting him flat out onto the floor. You jumped on top of him and held him down so you could drive your stake into his heart, his back arched in pain as he groaned out and finally let out his death rattle. Now breathing heavily as you stand up and watch his body turn into a cloud of ashes that slowly sprinkled onto the dirty basement floor.

“What…the fuck…was that?” Chest still heaving from the fight, you look over at Carl, who had moved slightly from his previous spot on the stairs. “Was that what I think it was?” he asked you, absolutely dumbfounded by what he had just seen. “Depends on what you think it was,” you said, wanting him to come to his own conclusion, trying to gauge his reaction. “...I don’t want to sound crazy but I did just watch a dude turn into a pile of dust, right??” “Yes, you did, Carl.” “...seriously? You’re seriously telling me vampires are real?” He said, not wanting to believe any other monster existed. “Unfortunately.” You hated to burst his bubble, but it really is better that he knows now. “Have they always been real or…?” He wondered aloud. “Yes. Pretty much since the beginning of time.” You say as you take a couple of steps towards where he stands on the stairs. “How come I’ve never seen one before?” “You’re lucky, do you normally stick with a big group?” “Yeah, why?” He answered, not knowing where you were going with that question. “They probably know it’s not worth it to fuck with you guys, you got a lot of muscle in your group?” “Yeah, we do…” he felt both reassured and unsettled by this information, realizing several encounters with people in the night made so much more sense. He knew about raiders obviously, but some things happened that didn’t seem consistent with the things raiders do at all. People who held up him and his group and just asked endless questions like they were stalling for time but they were always overpowered by the people that (y/n) referred to as the muscles. Carl was pulled from his thoughts by (y/n)’s voice.

“I think that was the only one down here. He was probably the one who made the noise I heard in the other store, there’s another door here, these basements must be connected.” You loosely pointed to the door. “How do you know it’s the only one?” “Well if there were more they all would’ve heard the fight and come running to help out their buddy, also they would’ve heard us talking by now and attacked us.” You said bluntly, but Carl found it oddly comforting the way you walked into the situation with confidence. “How long have you known?” He asked, wondering why this all seemed so normal to you. “Ever since I was old enough to understand.” You said solemnly, slowly returning your gaze directly to his eyes.

Hey it's me again! I hope you guys liked that, it was a lot of fun to write and I look forward to making more installments of this! Also please bear with me, I haven't written anything in years so I hope this isn't a miserable read. If you have any editorial suggestions, please let me know because I've read through this so many times that I'm probably blind to any mistakes!

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Scars - (Carl Grimes)

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Summary: Reader helps Carl clean his eye wound after discovering he couldn't bring himself to do it.

Word Count: 1.3k Pairing: None A/N: Forewarning, this story is very conversation heavy, tbh I wrote it for myself so I wasn't really thinking about that stuff. Hope you enjoy anyways! -S404 !! Trigger Warning: Mention of scars (Presumed but not mentioned that they're the result of physical abuse) !!

You open the door to the Grimes’ house to see Michonne smiling and Judith bubbling away in the kitchen, both organising the pantry. “Hey Y/N! what can I do for you?” Michonne called out, diverting her attention from Judith and her shenanigans. “Not much today, I was just here to see if Carl was home? I haven't seen him around today,” you felt bad, coming for him and no one else. “Oh yeah! He’s up in his room, don’t know exactly what he’s up to right now though,” Michonne tried to respond whilst stopping Judith from eating raw ingredients. “Thanks Michonne, we’ve gotta catch up properly sometime soon, I feel as if I don’t see enough of you anymore.” It was true, you spent most of your time out on runs or with Carl. Michonne was one of your best friends, and you saw less and less of her every day. “Yeah definitely Y/N, maybe sometime next week, I'll leave Judy with Olivia and we can have a coffee!” Michonne replied, enthusiastic. “Sounds great, I’ll be on my way now but let me know when you have that free day.” You felt as though you were disrupting something, as Judith continued to cause havoc for Michonne to attempt to prevent.

“See ya Y/N!" Michonne cheered from her position in the kitchen. “Bye Michonne! Bye Judith!” You said, waving and blowing raspberries at the 4 year old.

You swiftly walked up the stairs, making your way to the door of the Grimes you know best. Approaching the vacantly silent room you knock. “It’s me!” You call out although unnecessary, he’d open the door even if he didn't recognise your voice. “Yeah, uh, come in.” You take the offer and open the door. Seeing the empty-presenced room, you follow through to the bathroom, leaning on the door frame, looking at the familiar face in the mirror. Just as a smile begins to form on your face, you see the distress on the one in front of you. “Oh, not a good day?” You ask, your brows furrowing just enough for the three lines he loved so much (for a reason unknown to man) to appear. “You could say that.” He said, avoiding eye contact. “Talk to me, Mr Grimes.” You venture, leering for an answer. “It’s nothing much, just some dust and dirt got under the bandage. Now I have to clean it to 'avoid infection' or something, that's what Carson said." It may have been a satisfactory answer, but you knew better than that. “So- What’s so bad about that?” You ask, becoming more curious than sympathetic. “I just uh, I don’t think I can look at myself with it off-” He finally gave in. “Oh.” You replied, unsure of what to say, not having given any prior thought to the fact he might have felt that way.

~ A few moments passed before you had collected yourself enough to speak again. “How long have you been staring in that mirror for?” You ask. Still curious, but feeling immense pity for the boy. He turns around to look at you, appearing defeated, “too long.” “I could do it for you if you’d like, away from the mirror?” You offered your help. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.” He replied with a sense of urgency. You couldn't tell if he was rejecting your help because he genuinely thought it was something you shouldn't have to do or see, or if he just didn't want to open up to the vulnerability of the process. “Yes you could. It’s still bothering you isn’t it? Taking it off?” You urged. “I don’t know. I’ve just, never really taken it off for anyone before,” he replied, becoming more open by the second. You were aware he was uncomfortable having his missing eye visible to other people, even you hadn't ever really seen it before. However you weren't aware the problem stemmed this far back, had he even seen it off before? “You wouldn’t be taking it off for me. Plus, it needs to be cleaned, that’s not really an optional thing.” You sought his approval, longing for him to find the smallest bit of inner peace. Maybe allowing a sense of vulnerability would do some good for him. “Alright.” The single word brought you an intense wave of relief. “Okay, just sit on the bed, I’ll grab the cleaning stuff.” You walked into the bathroom as he walked out, grabbing the bag of things that were sitting idle before you had touched them. You came out, put the bag down on the side table, pulled a wheelie chair over, and gazed at the boy in front of you. ~

“Tell me if I need to stop. No exceptions.” You pleaded, to which he nodded. You started to brush the hair from his face, deeply analysing the insecurity his features wallowed in. Like painting porcelain, you took to the bandage with the most gentle of touches, slowly unwrapping in a way not to bring suspense, but in hopes to make the boy feel secure. As the last of the bandage came undone a single tear fell from Carl’s face. Not in any way prolonging the process, you picked up some damp cloth and began to clean, as the boy continued to weep. “You know, everyone has scars. I’m not going to give you one of those talks about how you should be proud of it, and wear it with that pride, because that’d be complete bullshit. As I was saying though, everyone has scars, some are larger, and some are easier to hide. But none of us want to wear them, and all of us feel just as vulnerable and exposed when they’re all we wear. I just don’t know why we give them that power.” It's something you'd been thinking about for a while. You looked into the boy’s remaining eye to see it staring back, you hoped that he resonated with your words. “I’ve seen yours.” The three words momentarily paralysed you. Gaining back your composure, you replied, “figured.” His brow drooped. “Sorry, I thought you should know… Why do you hide them?” He was distracted, good. “They aren’t me.” You responded, finishing up the cleaning. “Anyways, you should probably let air get to that for a few hours at least. Did Rick bring you back any new comics on his last run?” You asked, genuinely curious. “Yeah, he found the one I was missing from that Marvel series, and he brought back another series I reckon you’ll like.” A slight smile was forming at the cracks of his mouth. “Well indulge me then, let’s read.” You stood up from the chair and shifted to the bed.

“Alright we should probably get a bandage back over that eye about now.” You declared. Standing up from where you sat, the boy subtly looked at you up and down. You walked into the bathroom to fetch a new bandage for him, “Y/N, can I ask you a question?” Carl ventured. You walked out, sat again on the wheelie chair, and pulled your body closer to his, so much that your legs were touching. “Yeah what’s up?” You replied, beginning to work. “How does it look?” All his focus was on you. “Well to be honest, I think it looks totally kick-ass and banging at best. It’s a cool scar, and it has a lot of story to tell. I get why you’re insecure about it though, can’t blame you. I just hope you come around to it at some point.” You wanted to say that for a long time, but never wanted to make him feel uncomfortable. He smiled “You really think so?” You smiled too “Yeah, I do.”

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topazy · 25 days

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Teen spirit

Pairing: Carl Grimes × reader, Maggie Greene × sister reader

Warnings: Swearing, blood and violence

Chapter: 6.01

You try your best to pay no mind to those staring while you explore the different streets of Alexandria. Carl doesn’t seem to notice as he pushes Judith in her pram, or if he does, he doesn't let on. The first few weeks in your new home have been hard on everyone. Noah was dead. While on a supply run, he was torn to shreds by walkers. A few others had died, including Jessie’s husband Pete, whom Rick shot for killing Deanna’s husband, which resulted in your group getting the cold shoulder from a lot of people who had lived in Alexandria since the beginning, and they no longer thought your people belonged in their home.

“I’m glad Maggie isn’t making you go anymore.”

Since Carl was no longer going to ‘school' Maggie said you didn’t need to either, on the condition you help out with different chores, one of them being looking after Judith. “Me too,” you say, leaning down and tickling the baby’s cheek. “It means I get to hang out with my favorite girl.”

“Carl, Hope.”

You turn to see Father Gabriel walking over. Maggie had overheard him telling Deanna that your people were dangerous and shouldn’t be allowed in the community a few nights prior, so it was surprising he would speak to any of you.

Carl’s tone is sharp. “What?”

“You heard what I told Deanna about your group.”

“What is it you want?” You ask.

“It was about me, not you or your group. I know that now.” Gabriel admits, “I want to help. You tried to reach me back at my church, but I’m ready to learn now.”

“I think you need to tell everybody.”

The older man’s eyes gloss over slightly. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

Carl starts to push the pram again, but strops and sighs. “Come by around three. We’ll start with the machete.”

When Gabriel is out of earshot, you say, “That was nice of you.”

He shrugs, “Suppose we gotta keep being nice to each other since we are all going to be living together. Besides, I think he’s still struggling with what happened at his church.”

You smile softly. Carl has always remained kind to others, even when he’s angry. “Yeah, I think you're right.”

—

“Hope, Hope!”

Hearing your name being called, followed by a thumping noise coming from the bathroom door, you turn off the water and go to step out, but slip on the shower, stubbing your toes on it and letting out a string of curse words.

The banging continues. “Hope! Hope! You need to get out of there now!”

Hearing the urgency in Carl’s voice, you grab a towel, and you step behind the door and open it a crack to hear him say, “What’s going on?”

“We are being attacked; you gotta help me keep Judith and Enid safe.”

The fear in his voice causes your heart to start beating faster and faster. Scrambling, you start pulling clothes on, doing your best to ignore the blood coming from your toe. When you open the door, you see Carl looking towards the staircase, directly at the front door, one hand tightly wrapped around his gun. Hearing you flinch while putting shoes on, his gaze jumps between you and the door. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” you lie, trying your best not to whine in pain as you tie the laces on the dirty, worn-out white converse. “Who’s attacking us?”

“I’m not sure. They climbed the wall and just started killing people. Enid saw a man kill Shelly with a machete. They are worse than the dead.”

A large part of your new community, including Rick, Michonne, Daryl, and Abraham, had left Alexandria to lead a herd of walkers away, meaning you were lacking fighters to defend your home. At least you still had Carol, Rosita, Maggie...

“God, Maggie!” You hold onto the banister and pull yourself up. “I need to find her.”

“You can’t go out there; it’s not safe.”

“But she’s my sister.” Tears well up in your eyes. “I can’t lose her too! I’ve just lost Beth; I can’t, I can’t.”

Attempting to comfort you, Carl holds you and places his hands on your shoulders. “Maggie is one of the strongest people I know; she will make it. I promise.”

You knew Carl couldn’t promise you that, but you needed to pull it together because right now nothing was more important than keeping Judith safe. You wipe away a fallen tear. “Okay, let’s do this.”

—

When you went downstairs, Enid informed you that the group invading Alexandria was called the Wolves. It wasn’t clear what they actually wanted; some members of the Wolves were looting houses, and the others were tossing petrol bombs and destroying everything they could.

Sitting back to back in the hallway, watching the front and back doors while Enid kept an eye from upstairs, Judith slept blissfully unaware of all the chaos going on in her crib.

Hearing a loud noise, you flinch. “What was that?”

“It sounds like a car horn.”

You chew on your bottom lips, and the blast of the horn would draw any nearby dead to the scene. “This is just going to keep getting worse, isn’t it?”

“No, my dad will be back soon, along with everybody else, and we will all be fine.”

You let out a deep sigh. You didn’t want to be so negative, but the fear of something bad happening to those you loved weighed heavily on you. Slowly, you look away from the back door and face Carl’s head. A few seconds pass before you lean in and kiss him on the cheek, “Thank you.”

He blushes, and you return to watching the back door. You’re unsure of how long you will wait for something to happen when Carl jumps to his feet and runs out of the front door.

You catch a glimpse of a wolf chasing Ron. Just as you reach the front door, Carl shoots the man in the leg and aims his gun at him, but the wolf tearfully starts begging for his life and for help with his leg. You watch in horror as Carl hesitantly lowers his weapon, and the wolf viciously grabs the barrel of his gun. You sprint to them and pull the trigger, shooting the man in the head.

You just killed someone.

You offer Carl your hand and help pull him to his feet. “Oh shit, your foot.”

You look down and see blood soaking through your shoe. Gulping down, you say. “It’s fine. Ron, you need to come inside with us now.”

“Come on, man, it’s not safe out here.”

Ron thinks it over as you go back towards the house, with a slight limp in your step, and Ron goes to follow but spots Enid in the doorway and storms off.

—

Carol came by to check on you, Carl, and Judith. She informed you that they had taken one of the men prisoner, but the rest of his group had either run off or been killed. You were even more thankful when she told you your sister was fine.

“Thank God,” you say sincerely.

Carol smiles at you and says, “I’m glad you kids are alright. I’m going to go let Maggie know you are here; she was looking for you.”

Just as she leaves, Carl comes back into the room with a first-aid kit in one hand and a note in the other. “Enid’s gone; she left a note sharing, ‘Just survive somehow.’”

He sits on the edge of the couch. You go to grab the first-aid bag from him, but Carl keeps a tight hold of it. You roll your eyes playfully at him and say, “I can do it myself.”

Carl gives you a doubtful look. “You won’t do it right because you’ll not want it to hurt.”

He had a point.

After you were sure there was no more immediate danger, you removed your shoe and sock to assess the damage you had done coming out of the shower, and to your disgust, one of your toes had bruises and was swollen, and one of the nails had split, causing the bleeding.

Not wanting to seem like a big baby, you bit down on your tongue as Carl cleaned your foot and wrapped your toes together with a bandage.

“You know, I really could have done it myself.”

He shrugs. “I know, but I don’t mind. I remember watching my mom bandage a woman called Jacqui’s foot up after she tripped and fell in camp one day.”

“What happened to Jacqui?” You ask curiously, since you hadn’t heard him mention her before.

“She killed herself.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“She had given up.” Carl shakes his head. “I sometimes think about the camp I stayed in when the outbreak first started and miss it. The day my dad found us was probably the best day of my life.”

“I miss the farm; I miss my daddy.” Feeling your eyes start to tear up again, you pat at Carl’s hand. “But if you hadn’t left that camp, then we never would have met.”

You sit in a comfortable silence for a few moments, then Carl moves closer to you, saying, “Thank you. For saving me.”

“Don’t thank me; you would have done the same thing.”

Closing your eyes, you try to push the memory of what happened to the back of your mind. You take a sharp intake of breath when you feel Carl press his lips against yours lightly. He pulls away after a few seconds and says, “I…I… shouldn’t have...”

You kiss him back. You remain lip-locked with Carl, your best friend, until someone clears their throat. You jump back, and Carl stands up, his face flushed red with embarrassment. “Hi Maggie,” he says nervously. “I’m just going to go and check on Judith.”

Maggie has a wide grin on her face; she found it amusing how awkward you looked. “I came as soon as Carol told me where you were; she said you'd hurt your foot.”

“I hurt it earlier, but it’s fine now.”

“Really?” She sits down on the edge of the table across from you. “Carol said it was bleeding and bruised.”

“It was, but Carl bandaged it.”

“With his mouth?” She laughs.

“Don’t.”

Maggie tries her best to hide her growing smile with her hand. “Okay, so I gotta ask, do you know how protection works?”

“Yes.”

“You sure? Because I remember what it’s like to be a teenager with raging hormones. You are both smart kids, but you’re almost nearly sixteen.”

Heat rushes to your face. “Oh my god, Maggie, seriously?”

“Hope, I’m being deadly serious. This is an important subject, and I just need to know how much you learned before.“

You cut her off. “Of course I know how babies are made. Why the sudden interest in my sexual education, aside from trying to embarrass me to death?”

“I’m pregnant.”

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