#carl grimes x ps reader

[starrydixon]

Winter Serenity

Era: Pre-Prison Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Pronouns: She/Her Word Count: 2k Warnings: grief, description of losing a loved one, mild angst, but mostly comfort-fluff!

Summary: After the farm fell and you had lost your sibling during the fallout, Daryl helps you through your grief one winter morning by a creek in the woods. 

A/N: Hello! So, if you feel like you are seeing this fic again, you are not crazy! I had previously posted this fic on my old blog, but want to move it here on my new one so all my works are in one place! Plus, I love this one a lot and just want an excuse to bring it back. Please enjoy!! (ps- I found this gif on Pinterest, so it’s NOT mine! Credit goes to owner!!)

The morning sun rays shone down through the barren tree branches, causing the three day old snow fall that covered the forest floor to glisten, almost as if someone had dumped buckets of glitter onto the ice. The snow crunched under your snow boots that seemed one-size too small while puffs of air fanned out in front of your face with each breath you took. You had found yourself needing some space away from your group, as the stress of living on the road and the endless thoughts that raced through your head was becoming too overwhelming. You hoped that an early morning walk in the woods would help clear your head.

Ever since the farm fell three months ago, living on the road hadn’t been the easiest, especially now that winter had arrived. Before the first snowfall, Rick had warned everyone that he presumed it wouldn’t be an easy winter this season, and he wasn’t wrong. One week later, a snow storm that spanned over two days delivered almost 10 inches of snow. This caused your group to have to take shelter in a nearby barn that, by some miracle, wasn’t infested with walkers.

If having to deal with the winter snow and relearning how to live on the road without the security of food, water, or protection wasn’t enough, you were also dealing with the loss of your sibling. The fall of the barn was chaotic and fast as the herd of walkers broke past the fence and swept through the Greene’s family land, taking over and claiming the space as theirs. You had spent the majority of the time stuck with Rick and Carl, since you caught the young boy trying to sneak out of the farm house to find his father and refused to let him go out in the dark alone.

You had found yourself searching for your sibling's face as everyone began to regroup at the highway. As the Greene family and the Grimes’ reunited, and Daryl and Carol got off of the motorcycle together, your heart sank when your sibling was nowhere to be seen. In a panic, you asked the group if anyone had seen your sibling during the fallout, either escaping in a different direction or being taken by walkers. You hated to even think of the fact that your sibling could have been torn to bits by the mindless, flesh-eating corpses, but you preferred to want to know and have closure than be left wondering if your sibling was still out there somewhere, either alive or turned as a walker.

Unfortunately, it turned out it was the latter, as no one had spotted your sibling during the fall. Against your better judgment, you were adamant on going back to the Greene’s farm and searching for your sibling; Daryl had even offered to take you there on his bike. Rick and the others deemed it a bad idea, as the farm was still dangerously overrun with walkers and they were running low on fuel. After much argument, a compromise was made and the group agreed to stay on the highway for another thirty minutes so you could wait to see if your sibling showed up. This time also allowed the group to strategize on what to do next. To no avail, you tearfully left a note and a map for your sibling to follow if they did end up showing up on the highway before reluctantly leaving the site with the group.

Sighing, you stopped walking through the barren woods and lifted your chin up to the sky. Letting your eyes flutter shut, the warm sun rays hit your cold face, warming up the tip of your nose and the apples of your cheeks. The only sounds that filled the woods were the chirping of birds and the trickling of water that cascaded down a nearby creek (that surprisingly hadn’t frozen over yet). Opening your eyes and blinking away the brightness, you found yourself gravitating towards the creek in curiosity.

A gentle stream of water flowed over small rocks and sticks that sat in the shallow creek. Spotting a large oak tree that was barren of leaves on its branches resigning beside the creek, you sat down on the snow covered ground and leaned your back against the sturdy trunk. Bringing your jean-clad legs up to your chest, you placed your arms on your knees and watched the water current flow down the creek.

Despite all of the bad that infected the world you were currently living in, this small space in the woods was nothing but peaceful. For a quick moment, you had forgotten that the woods you were currently sitting in had walkers roaming in it, or that the weight of sorrow that sat heavily on your chest was due to the disappearance of your sibling.

That moment of peace was short-lived due to the sudden sound of a twig snapping in half coming from somewhere behind you.

Quickly pulling out the hunting knife from the sheath you kept on your hip, you twisted your body around and was ready to jump to your feet to face the possible threat, but stopped when you noticed Daryl Dixon standing a few feet away from you with his trusted crossbow thrown over one of his shoulders and his red poncho protecting him from the cold winter air.

“Are you trying to give me a heart-attack?” You asked the archer before slumping back against the tree trunk, letting out a puff of air you hadn’t realized you were holding.

“Just makin’ sure your instincts are still sharp.” Daryl shrugged his shoulders loosely before carefully approaching you, unsure if you wanted his presence or not. When you didn’t give any indication that you found his company unwanted, Daryl took his crossbow off his shoulder and set it down against the tree before sitting beside you.

“Why are you really here?” You inquired while turning your head to face Daryl, who had one leg pulled up to his chest while his elbow rested on his knee. In response, Daryl just shrugged his shoulders. Rolling your eyes, you nudged his arm with your elbow, silently urging him to answer.

“Just wanted to make sure you're alright.” Daryl mumbled reluctantly while ducking his head, avoiding your kind eyes.

Nodding your head in acknowledgement, you didn’t extend the conversation further, not wanting to make Daryl even more uncomfortable then he already was. Besides, you didn’t really need any other explanation; you knew that he and the others in the group were worried about how you were handling your grief.

The two of you sat in a comfortable silence for a while, looking out and appreciating the winter landscape that was laid out in front of you. The scenery looked picturesque, almost as if it was a still for a painting. It had everything needed for a perfect picture: an abundance of barren trees whose branches had a light layer of snow coating over the wood, a creek that streamed directly down the middle of the forest, and the glow of the morning sun that illuminated off of the snow covered ground.

Being in the woods during winter made you think of all the winter days you’d spend with your sibling, running through the woods in your backyard and throwing snowballs at each other, or chasing each other with icicles you had snapped off of the porch railings. This memory caused that wave of grief to come crashing over you again, drowning you in an abundance of sadness, denial, anger, and guilt.

“You think they’re out there somewhere? Still alive?” You whispered into the still air before nervously chewing on your lower lip. Daryl stayed silent for a few moments as he pondered over his thoughts.

“M’not sure…don’t know if being out here in this weather alone gives ‘em much of a chance, but they could be.” Daryl replied honestly, not wanting to sugar-coat his opinion like the others in the group have been doing.

Nodding your head, you processed Daryl’s response. You hated the reality of his words, but you couldn’t help but appreciate his truthfulness. After a few more moments of silence fell between the two of you, you turned your head to look at Daryl once again. “Do you think about your brother being out here in this winter, presumably alone with a stump of an arm that probably hasn't healed properly?” You asked cautiously, attentive to Daryl’s sensitivity about the subject of his brother Merle.

“I try not to…but he's one tough sumbitch. Growin’ up we had to survive tons of winters like these.” Daryl admitted before casting you an almost shy look, not used to being so open to someone before. “They both are…tough sumbitches.” Daryl quickly added before ducking his head and gaze away from you.

“Yeah…you’re not wrong.” You felt the corner of your mouth quirk upwards momentarily as Daryl and you fell in a comfortable silence again.

Instinctually, you found yourself leaning your head against Daryl’s shoulder as the sounds of the creek’s running water was the only sound that filled the silence. For a few moments, Daryl’s body had gone rigged due to the feeling of your head resting against his shoulder. You were worried you had crossed a line, and that the closed-off archer would push you away, but you were relieved when you felt Daryl's body slowly relax against your touch.

Oblivious to you, as your attention was primarily focused on the serenity of the woods, a deer and its fawn had silently emerged from the treeline on the other side of the forest, intent on drinking some of the crisp water that flowed down the creek. Noticing that you hadn’t yet seen the deers, Daryl gently shook the shoulder that you were currently resting your head on to get your attention. Fearing that the archer had changed his mind about having you leaning on him, you began to remove your head away from him, but stopped when Daryl pointed his finger towards the deer.

Pausing to take in the sight of the wildlife, a ghost of a smile began to form on your lips as the deer and it’s fawn drank from the creek; their long necks craned downwards while their small white tails fluttered from side to side, indicating that they felt non-threatened by the human presence that sat on the opposite side of the creek. Relaxing back against Daryl’s shoulder, the two of you observed the deer from afar.

“I’m surprised you haven’t grabbed your bow and taken a shot yet.” You whispered towards Daryl while shooting him a playful smirk. Rolling his eyes, Daryl shook his head and readjusted his back against the tree trunk.

“Ain’t a monster, Y/N. Not gonna make that little one a bambi.” Daryl defended himself as he watched the fawn duck under its mother’s belly, seeking warmth and protection from the cold air.

“Aww, Daryl Dixon does have a heart after all.” You teased in a hushed tone, fearful that if you spoke any louder, you’d scare off the wildlife. Scoffing, Daryl lightly shoved you with his shoulder.

“Stop.” Daryl grumbled to you just as the deer and the fawn began to retreat back into the treeline as they had their fill of hydration.

Before completely disappearing from view, the mother deer looked back and stared directly at you and Daryl, one of its ears twitching backwards. You liked to think the deer was thanking you (more directly Daryl) for not harming her or her fawn and letting them roam the forest in peace.

“We should head back and warm up by the fire at camp…it's gettin’ cold.” Daryl advised once the deer had disappeared from behind the treeline.

“Just five more minutes?” You asked while staring up at the archer with gentle eyes. Glancing down at you, Daryl couldn’t find it in him to say no.

“Fine…five minutes.” Daryl agreed as he relaxed against the tree trunk once again. Grinning, you readjusted your head on Daryl’s shoulder until you got comfortable.

With Daryl by your side in the small section of the woods, where no walkers threatened your survival, at the spot under the oak tree where there was water cascading down a creek, it was easy to momentarily forget about the crushing weight of grief that you carried with you and get lost in the winter serenity.

[rickgrimeswifey]

Hi, I'm a recent fan of your writing and I absolutely love it, you're so talented. I would like to do a resquet, because I love your work.

So, what do you think of a story where the reader is Rick's daughter (about 19/20) and Daryl has been in love with her since Atlanta, but has always avoided her because of the age difference and the fact that she is Rick's daughter. One day he ends up having to go with her on a run (Alexandria Era) and a strong storm ends up forcing them to take shelter in an old cabin. There they find a bottle of Whiskey and the reader admits to having feelings for Daryl and goes into him, he hesitates to have sex with her, but he ends up giving in. Age gap, him calling her baby girl, a little bit of choking, overstimulation, maybe a daddy kink, you know... That sort of thing.

Thank you in advance, even if I don't accept the request <3

Ps: Sorry for the bad english, my native language is not english.

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A/n: Sorry that I wrote this after such a long time. I’m going to be trying to write all the requests now over the summer. My requests will still be open, of course. By the way please send more grimes!reader requests because I love doing them so much. HAVEN’T PROOFREAD!

Category: Smut mostly

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x fem!Grimes!reader

Season: 5

Warnings: Age-gap, choking, face fucking, rough smut, swearing, unprotected sex, oral sex (male&female!receiving), overstimulation, use of the word daddy & babygirl, hitting it raw

Word count: 3.6k

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Alexandria was peaceful, too peaceful. But it didn’t bring any peace or comfort to Y/n. Or any other person in their group besides Carl and Judith. The broad shouldered archer looked stressed from where Y/n was watching him with hearts in her eyes. The things she thought about doing to him to help him relax. Thinking about loosening his belt while on her knees in front of him, pulling out in throbbing length, licking her lips, ready to take it all-  

“Hello? Earth to Y/n?” Carl was standing in front of his older sister snapping his fingers, trying to get her attention.

“What?” She was annoyed at him for ruining her daydream.

“Dad said you have to go on a run with Daryl.” He informed.

“Why can’t dad or someone else do it?” Y/n groaned, not wanting to be stuck with Daryl.

It’s like torture for her. He turns her on without even knowing it, a single look and that’s it. When this whole thing started Y/n was just 17, almost 18. On her 18th birthday back at the small camp in Atlanta was when she had her first conversation with Daryl. Since then over the years Y/n’s crush on him had only grown stronger and stronger.

“Because, he wanted to make sure things around here doesn’t go wrong.” He said. “He isn’t sure if he can trust these people yet.” Carl whispered.

“Fine. I’ll go.” Y/n stood up from the stairs she was sitting on.

“Daryl’s waiting for you at the gate,” Carl pointed Daryl's way.

“I know where he is...” Y/n mumbled to herself.

Y/n walked up to the gate where Daryl was standing by a car with his arms crossed. His muscles flex when he reaches up to scratch his scalp. Y/n cleared her throat and rinsed her mind from all the thoughts about Daryl's arms before asking.

“Got everything we need?”

“Uh, yeah...” Daryl said awkwardly.

“Great, let’s go.” Y/n replied shortly while walking around the car to then get into the passenger seat.

Daryl got into the driver's seat and started the car. The engine roared louder than usual since none of the two said a word. Tara opened the gate for them and Daryl drove out then started driving down the road, towards the location Rick wanted them to go take a look at. Halfway of the drive had passed and still none of them had said a word. No music was playing and there wasn’t any traffic noise. Just pure silence that Y/n was about to break.

“Do you think it will last?”

With that she captured Daryl's attention as he glanced over at her for a second.

“What?” He asked.

“With the Alexandrians, I mean do you think they’re nice people? Or that they are just pretending and are going to try and fucking kill us all?” Y/n asked, leaving Daryl a little surprised at her vulgar choice of words.

“Dunno...hope not.”

“I don’t think they’re pretending because no one there can cause any harm.” Y/n said.

“Why’s that?”

“No one there except Aaron has never killed a walker or even been near one. If a herd comes and knocks the walls down, how the hell would all of these people survive? They don’t even know how to use guns or knives.” Y/n explained.

“Yer right, I dunno what they want from us...” Daryl confessed. “We’re here.”

Y/n looked up, confusion washing over her.

“The woods?” Everything in front of her was just trees, Daryl had parked somewhere on a small muddy path that just fit for the car. “What are we going to find here?”

“Yer dad and I came across a bunker when we were ‘ere last time, it was filled with different supplies but we didn’t have any bags.”

“Alright then,” Y/n sighed softly and hopped out of the car.

Daryl started walking into the forest with Y/n right behind him. At one point it rained a little but they didn’t think much of it since it was just a little, but it was a little weird when it was this hot. They kept walking trying to find the bunker, marking up where they’d already been. All of a sudden the extremely loud bang of thunder was heard making the two of them jump. A massive amount of rain started pouring down pushing past the trees in the woods. Daryl looked up to the sky through the trees.

“Fuckin’ shit,” he cursed to himself, knowing what a sky looks like when the weather is not going to be very good.

“What is it?” Y/n asked clueless, making Daryl turn to her.

“This ain’t gon’ pass soon, we better search for somewhere to stay...” Daryl explained to her. “Come on...!” He waved at Y/n to follow him when he started jogging further into the woods.

The two had been jogging around for a couple of minutes while the weather was getting worse. It had started to become extremely windy, hail that hurt had started to put down and the thunder had continued.

“Over there!” Daryl pointed and yelled out so that you’d hear him over the wind that was currently attacking the pair’s eardrums. “Come on!” He sped up faster to reach the wooden cabinet he’d found.

The two of them got inside, both of their faces red and cold. The sound of hail and strong wind banged loudly against every corner of the cabin's walls. Y/n wasn’t wearing a jacket, thinking it wouldn’t rain. So right now she was shaking from the cold wind and rain. Her hair was messed up, tangled, wet and frizzy. She wiped her face to get rid of all the water, breathing heavier than usual from running. Daryl was currently checking the place for walkers, seeing if this cabin was safe.

He walked back to where Y/n was standing at the door. Her wet baggy t-shirt hanging down showing off her cleavage, Daryl felt himself getting hard at the sight. He quickly shrugged the thoughts in his head off, he couldn’t do that to Rick. That would be a disgusting thing to do to his best friend. It’s his first born child.

“Yer freezin’” Daryl mumbled before he rushed to her side.

He put his jacket around her, then guided the two of them to sit down on some couch that wasn't looking too scabby. Y/n warmed up for a couple minutes while looking around the cabin.

“Aren’t you cold?” She asked Daryl.

“Nah, ‘M good.” He answered her question.

“It’s only going to get colder,” Y/n said and looked into Daryl's eyes. “I’m not cold anymore, I’ll go look for some stuff for us to keep us warm.” She told the archer as she stood up. “See if you can find anything useful.”

The two of them searched the cabin for anything useful. Daryl didn’t find much, a couple of cans with dried jerky in them. Y/n found a blanket that could keep the two of them warm. She was looking intensely searching every corner. Daryl was sitting on the couch again waiting for her to come back.

“Look what I found!” Y/n smiled while dangling a bottle of whiskey in her hand.

“Nah, yer not drinkin’ anythin’ Y/n,” Daryl stood up quickly, snatching the bottle from her hands.

He didn’t want to get drunk because he’s an asshole when he’s drunk, and that he’d probably say some stuff or do some shit that would expose how he feels for Y/n. She pouted at him and huffed annoyed, then snatched the bottle from his hand. Quickly taking off the cap and putting the liquor into her mouth.

“Hey!” Daryl yelled trying to take the bottle from her, making her giggle in return. “Give it to me! Ya shouldn’t be drinkin’ that shit!”

“Come on Daryl! Don’t be such a party-pooper!” She chuckled.

Though, Daryl didn’t think this was funny. He continuously tried to snatch the bottle while she held it up in the air, constantly switching places back and forth.

“Just one sip Daryl, please!” Y/n pushed him back so that he stumbled a bit then held the bottle out to him.

“Fine...” he breathed.

Daryl took the bottle softly out of her hands and brought it up to his lips. He couldn’t help but feel the butterflies in his stomach from thinking that her lips had just been wrapped where his were at the moment.

“Now let me have another sip!” Y/n exclaimed excitedly.

She took the bottle out of Daryl's soft grip and poured it down her throat.

“’Kay, that’s enough.” He murmured then took the bottle to then drink some more.

Y/n sat down on the couch and watched as Daryl drank the strong whiskey like it was nothing. For each second that passed by the more attractive Daryl started to look. The more Y/n wanted his strong body pressed against hers. He passed the liquor back to her which she happily accepted. She patted on the couch next to her telling Daryl to sit down. Y/n took a big sip then looked Daryl deeply in the eyes. The alcohol started to take effect on her.

“Daryl...” she whispered softly, capturing his attention for him to look at her.

“Hmm?” he hums, watching her putting the bottle down onto the floor.

“I really like you, you know...” Y/n confessed making Daryl flustered.

She started scooting closer to Daryl slowly. Putting her hand on his thigh, listening to his breathing picking up and becoming heavier. He had his eyes glued on hers. Panic rising inside him. Was this actually happening? Did she just say that?

“Do you want to fuck me?” she whispered sensually into his ear, putting her hand just above his growing erection. “Cause I want you to fuck me hard Daryl...” Y/n nibbled on his earlobe. “I’ve always wanted that...”

“Yer drunk.” He grunted when Y/n started to rub his now hard dick through his jeans. “Y/n...”

“Yeah?” She hummed and leaned in to kiss him, Daryl just sat there thinking about what he was supposed to do.

He really wanted this, Y/n kissing his neck and jaw, making him feel butterflies in his stomach, but what would Rick say or do when he found out. The alcohol rushing through his body was telling him to do it, give her what she wants. His mind told him no, it’s not a good idea. So much would change with him and Rick. He liked Y/n a lot, he had liked her for a long time but everything would change so drastically.

“’M too old for ya... and what will yer dad do when he finds out?” Daryl asked her.

“He won’t know, please Daryl, fuck me.” Y/n breathed in his ear and unzipped his jeans. “Please.”

She pulled out his erection, licking her lips. Without missing a beat shelled down from the couch and sat on her knees in front of him.

“Are you okay with this...?” she asked him and fluttered her eyelashes when she looked him in the eyes.

Daryl was in too deep now to shut this down. His dick was screaming out for her, he wanted her. He had been wanting her for such a long time and he could have her now.

“Yah...” he grunted when Y/n took a hold of his dick and licked a stripe up his thick length.

Daryl watched intensely as Y/n teased him, licking up and down his shaft. He let out a throaty moan when she started to suck harshly on his tip. Daryl's hands went to her head at an instant, desperately wanting her to take his length into her mouth, to take it all, as far as he could get down her throat.

This was a fantasy come true for Y/n. She had dreamt of this for a while, sucking Daryl off. In her fantasy he was always stressed about something, and now, he was a little stressed about the fact that if Rick found out, Daryl was a deadman.

She parted her mouth, wrapped her lips around his cock, then started moving her head up and down slowly, sucking his dick. Daryl moaned, grunted and pushed his hips up. Though, this speed was not enough for him. He gripped Y/n’s hair and started bobbing her head up and down his length. Y/n gripped his thighs when he caused her to start gagging as he had started to face fuck her roughly. Bucking his hips up into her mouth, her nose hitting his pubic region, his pubic hairs tickling her, tears running down from her eyes from all the gagging.

Daryl felt himself starting to get close and knew he had to stop himself from coming in her mouth, because if he did then he wouldn’t be able to fuck her as good. He pulled her off of him, breathing heavily, sweat shining on his forehead. Y/n gasped for air when he released her, coughing as she breathed, she wiped away the drool on her chin then looked up at Daryl with innocence shining in her eyes. Daryl had his forearm against his forehead, eyes closed, still breathing heavily, calming down from what had just happened. He looked down into her eyes, the sight of her tear stained cheeks and messed up hair was all beauty to Daryl.

“Come ‘ere.” He groaned and pulled her up from the floor as he stood up.

Daryl took his vest and shirt off, then the shoes, socks, pants and finally his underwear leaving him completely naked. Y/n reached out to touch him but Daryl stopped her. Gripping her hands, he tossed her down onto the couch and pinned her to it.

“Ya still sure ya want this?” He mumbled then leaned in to kiss her neck.

“Yes, please Daryl.” Y/n gasped when he took her shirt off aggressively.

She kicked her boots and socks off, meanwhile Daryl kissed down from her neck to her cloth covered breasts.

“Yer so damn beautiful,” he whispered loud enough for Y/n to hear into her skin.

Daryl unclasped her bra and tossed it to the floor. He hummed amused before going in to start playing around with her nipples. He bit down around her nipple, then sucked, kissed and licked on them.

“Daryl,” Y/n whimpered.

He continued moving down onto her body, from her tits to her jeans, leaving sloppy kisses all the way. Daryl undid her jeans then slid them off, he let his hands slide from her knees down to her inner thighs, pressing roughly, pushing her legs apart. Y/n rolled her hips as Daryl lowered his head and started kissing around her covered core.

“Please,” she breathed out, begging.

Daryl kissed her on her core then dragged her panties off. Y/n sucked in a sharp breath, getting ready for Daryl to go down on her. He wanted to do it because this was his chance to please her, his chance to make love to her, his chance to make her feel good, Daryl didn’t know if he’d get another one of those chances. He needed to taste her and feel her wrapped tightly around him.

“Shit,” Y/n breathed out sharply when Daryl wrapped his lips around her clit and started sucking harshly.

She wrapped her thighs around his head, trapping him between her legs. Y/n’s hands traveled down to grip Daryl hair when he started tongue fucking her before going back to sucking on her hard clit. His stubble ticklishly scratched her inner thighs, making her shiver. She bucked her hips up into Daryl's face when he started moving his tongue in another motion over her clit, pace faster than before. Daryl then roughly grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto the couch.

“Daryl!” She cried, her hips trying to move under his grip.

He fucked her hole as far as he could with his tongue until he decided it wasn’t enough. Daryl went back to flicking his tongue over her clit. Then Y/n completely lost it when Daryl stuck two fingers into her entrance.

“Oh!” She arched her back. “Fuck, Daryl!”

Every time Y/n cried out for him, he sped up his pace and fucked her harder with his fingers. His fingers moved fast inside her, he curled them at the perfect time and then fucked her roughly, ramming his fingers into her to the knuckle.

“I’m gonna cum!* Y/n cried even louder now, she was feeling herself getting closer to her orgasm as the seconds went by.

The knot in her stomach was begging to become undone, Daryl thrusted his fingers deep in her over and over again. His tongue flicking over her clit, then sucking on it harder and harder. When he curled his fingers at that exact spot inside Y/n, she felt herself becoming undone.

“Shit!” she shrieked.

Daryl felt her juices starting to stream out of her. He licked her before sitting up, wiping his chin. He watched as Y/n laid there, legs shaking, breathing heavily. His boner was starting to become painful at the moment. He needed to get inside her as soon as possible. Daryl got on top of her once again, this time with his head at the same level as hers.

“Ya ready babygirl?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Y/n looked up into his piercing blue eyes.

Daryl leant down to kiss her, she kissed him back the second his lips were planted on hers. He lined himself up at her entrance when they finally broke the kiss. Daryl was already panting with his lips planted barely a millimeter away from her forehead, he was already panting even though he hadn’t even entered her yet. When he slid inside her warmth Daryl had to restrain himself from letting out a long groan. Y/n gasped when he slammed back inside her after he had pulled back out. Her core had been aching for Daryl for what felt like an eternity and now Y/n was finally able to fulfill her fantasies about Daryl. Though, she didn’t know how he was in bed yet or if he’d like to be called something other than his name. This was their first time and she didn’t want to scare him away immediately.

Daryl started moving faster and faster on top of her, him fucking into her pool of wetness making sounds that sounded like music to the two adults. When Daryl rammed in with a lot more force than before Y/n let out a moan into his ear, she could’ve sworn that made him growl. Daryl put one hand down onto the couch steading himself on it as he repeatedly fucked into Y/n with a steady but rapid rhythm. She had her legs wrapped around his waist, allowing him to go deeper and deeper. She moaned out loud repeatedly, slowly losing the ability to speak.

“Fuck!” Y/n moaned. “Harder, please!”

He listened to whatever she wanted then gave it to her at an instant. She arched her back when he started to go harder, burying her nails into his back, slowly scratching him down his entire back.

“Faster Daryl!” She pleaded. “I’m almost there!”

“Shit,”he let out in a breathy moan.

Daryl gripped her hip with his other hand, pinning her stomach down against the couch, giving himself access to fuck into her faster. He rammed into her brutally hard making Y/n gasp when he hit her special spot.

“Do that again.” She breathed heavily into his ear.

And so he did, Daryl rammed inside her once again earning another gasp from her. He felt her starting to clench tighter and tighter around his thick length.

“You like that?” He whispered into Y/n’s ear when he’d lower his head down so that it was next to hers.

“Shit, yeah!” Y/n cried when he did it again. “I’m gonna- Fuck daddy!”

Her eyes widened when she had realized what she said right when she came all over his dick and pubes. Daryl moaned when he heard what she had said. He had never had a woman call him that while he was having sex with them but he liked it. He didn't know whether it was because it was just Y/n that had practically screamed it or that he had just never been called it in that way before. Daryl thought it sounded so weird to have some girl call you that while doing it but turns out it wasn't so bad. It actually just pushed Daryl closer to find his release while he continuously fucked into Y/n.

“Say that again babygirl, shit.” He moaned out.

“Daddy!” Y/n cried when Daryl started getting rougher and rougher with his thrusts.

“Again.” He grunted feeling that he was almost at the finish line.

When Y/n suddenly lost the ability to speak due to Daryls purely brutal thrusts he threw one of her shaking legs over his shoulder and gripped her jaw.

“Say it, bitch.” Y/n felt herself get even hotter even though she had just had one of the best climaxes of her life. “Who am I?”

“Daddy!”

Daryl grunted loudly when he felt that he had passed the finish line. He filled her up with his seed, coating her walls. Y/n was breathing heavily as he rode out his orgasm.

“Shit.” Daryl grunted when he collapsed down beside her.

He looked into Y/n’s eyes and could see the mischief dancing around in them. “Just don’t tell my dad about this,” she smirked. “Daddy...”

Daryl couldn’t help but chuckle, what the hell had he gotten himself into?

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[chloe-skywalker]

Could I get shipped with someone from TWD possibly 😨

Please ship me with a male character 🫡

I am 5’1, I have straight/sorta wavy black shoulder length hair with bangs that’s pretty thick and tends to get kinda messy but is tameable and can be nice and soft.

I have green eyes and I am pale and have freckles all over my body, I’m on the slimmer side.

My hobbies are listening to music, reading comics, singing, acting, and writing.

I like superhero’s, I love horror movies and marvel movies. I like fantasy stuff like Harry Potter and lord of the rings. I really enjoy rock music especially punk and emo stuff. I’m a really big Spider-Man fan. And I like and sorta collect stuffed animals.

And my name is Kaya 🫡

And also if I could get “how you guys kiss” and “how their friends feel about you” that would be super cool.

(PS. Your fanfic about reader being Negans daughter biologically but being more close with Daryl and him saying reader is his daughter and not Negans was literally my favorite thing ever. And the added Carl x reader undertones? Beautiful.)

Awww thank you for enjoying the story!

I ship you with:

Carl Grimes

You both like to listen to music together and liked the same TV shows and movies before the world ended. When comics are found you both share them. You told him at one point "I liked horror movies before but I never wanted to love in one." . Getting him to read Lord Of The Rings and Harry Potter when you find the books on a run. He knows you use to collect stuffed animals so when he finds them on a run he gifts them to you.

How you guys kiss:

Life's to short especially in the new old with walkers to waste you both try to have as much fun as possible. Surprising eachother with kisses.

How their friends feel about you:

Well his friends are his makeshift family and they adore you and the relationship you and Carl have. It's nice to see such a innocent thing is the cruel world they live in. They definitely tease the two of you though. Especially if they catch you guys in compromising positions.

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Foolish

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2575 words

Warnings: pregnant reader? I know that can be triggering for some, so please read with caution.

Summary: Carl gets his gf pregnant and the two of them keep it a secret from the group for as long as they can

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It was bound to happen, at some point or another.

With the world like it was, two sexually active adults always ran the risk of slipping up. It had been that way before, for some, of course but the risk was even more so now.

You made it work, doing your best to keep from getting pregnant but you weren’t exactly shocked when you found out you were. If nothing else, it would help explain why you’d been so sick.

In the past few months, you had been really bloated and sick, but the thing that really solidified your suspicions was when you missed your period.

You never missed it.

In all honesty, part of you wanted to be relieved but that faded quickly. As much as you were looking forward to a break from the misery that was menstruating in the apocalypse, it meant something else too.

You were there with Lori, through her pregnancy with Judith, and again with Maggie, so you knew what it meant.

Frankly, you had been around more pregnant women than you ever thought possible since the world came to a screeching halt. There was no way you could misinterpret the signs.

You were pregnant.

It was a realization that should have filled you with fear, or at least a mild apprehension but you weren’t afraid. Judith was doing fine within the walls of Alexandria, Grace had come up in this as an infant, and those were just a few that you knew of.

With this group, you were sure any child you brought into the world would be safe and protected. The problem wasn’t the world around you, or even the dead walking the earth.

The only problem you could think of was how the rest of your family would react.

What you had done, or more accurately what you and Carl had done, was reckless and dangerous. Rick would certainly feel that way, especially after what happened to Lori.

Not to mention the simple fact that a child in this would bring a whole new set of challenges you had only recently gotten out of with Judith. Babies screamed and cried, something that wasn’t exactly ideal when every sound drew hordes of the dead.

Then there was formula and the matter of baby food and clothes, and all those supplies you would need again that you had started scavenging less and less at Alexandria.

It just put a lot on your plates, but thankfully before you could get too frazzled, Carl came to your rescue.

As he so often did, the young male was quick to calm your nerves, and even quicker to assure you that everything would work out.

You had both been raised in this, and no two people understood this world better than you did.

If anything could raise a baby in this, it was you.

However, he shared in your apprehension to tell the group, at least, so soon. For now, all you had to do was prepare secretly, between the two of you and when you couldn’t hide it anymore, you could tell them.

To you, it seemed to be the right thing.

At the very least, you could avoid all the lectures and arguments that would inevitably come with the news.

Besides, for you and Carl it seemed nice to just keep it to yourselves for a while. It was far from the fairytale you imagined as a kid, sitting with Sophia as Carol told you bedtime stories but you had never really believed them.

By this point, you had very few memories of a time before anyway. You never had any ideas about how your life would be outside of just surviving, at least, until now.

The promise of a child, a baby, that you and Carl had together seemed like something out of the old world, something you would have done if you’d grown up normally.

...And it was nice.

As foolish as it may have seemed to others, you were glad that this baby was going to be part of your lives. No matter the hardship or difficulty, you knew that doing this together was going to be one of the greatest things you and Carl would ever do.

If only the others in your group would agree.

As much as you wanted to, you knew that hiding your pregnancy from the rest of the group wasn’t going to work forever. Eventually, someone was going to catch on, and as the weeks ticked by, it was beginning to look like that time had come.

After all, you were only getting rounder in the middle with every day, and you could only explain away the weight gain so much.

You had all gained some healthy weight in the time you’d been safe behind the walls of Alexandria, no longer fighting for your lives at every turn, but not by that margain. There was no amount of pretending that would sell something like that, even if Carl was in on it too.

It was what it was, and hiding it wasn’t going to work anymore.

“I think we’re going to have to tell them soon” you hummed, staring at your reflection in the mirror, both hands cradling your ever expanding stomach, growing to accommodate the fetus inside you.

This part of your body had always been a problem for you, all  your life, but since you found out about the baby, you caught yourself looking at your body differently. It was helping you form another little human being, which was the most beautiful thing you could have imagined.

It put everything into perspective.

The things you hated about your body now seemed inconsequential in context, and Carl could tell. This was the third time today he had walked in on you, just studying your baby bump in the mirror, a risky maneuver given your current circumstances.

Anyone could have walked in here instead of him, which would have been a bit tricky to explain. Though, given the fact that it was him standing in the doorway instead of anyone else, Carl couldn’t help but smile.

It was adorable.

This whole thing had been quite the rollercoaster for both of you, but in moments like these, it all seemed to be worth it. This, this right here, was what life was about and what it had always been about.

Surviving wasn’t worth anything if you couldn’t build something with the life you lived.

“Do we have to? I like keeping my girls to myself” Carl grinned, his nose scrunching up a bit in teasing as he found his way to your side, wrapping his arms around you from the back, resting on your waiting hands.

It had been so nice, just the three of you, and once the rest of the group found out about this, it wasn’t going to be so nice. Everyone was going to have an opinion, an opinion Carl had already decided he would ignore if it wasn’t supportive and loving.

This was a choice you two had made, purposefully or not, and everyone else was just going to have to live with that.

“Girls? What makes you think this little angel is a girl?” you asked, turning your head just enough to look at him out of the corner of your eye, where he’d taken to resting his chin on your shoulder.

The two of you hadn’t talked about what gender the baby could have been, or what either of you was hoping for mostly because it seemed so unnecessary. Of all the things you had to worry about in regards to the baby, that didn’t even crack the top ten.

Whatever this baby was, you only cared that they were healthy and didn’t make too much noise. Everything else could be dealt with at a later date, but it did interest you that he seemed to think you were having a girl.

Carl only nodded, a small smirk on his lips as he gave you a gentle squeeze, pulling you into his frame that much more.

“She just seems like it to me” he allowed, thinking about all the possibilities of it. He was great with Judith, teaching her to count on her fingers and brushing her soft, blonde hair before she went to bed every night.

Having a baby girl on his own seemed like a pretty linear experience, and one he couldn’t help but hope for. Though, you weren’t quite convinced.  As much as you would have liked to have a baby girl, the baby growing inside you now didn’t feel like a girl at all.

“Well, I just hope this little one is like his daddy” you countered, a teasing grin on your face as you turned toward him, pressing a small kiss to his nose.

The meaning of your words wasn’t lost on the man, who chuckled lightly as he thought about it for a second, nodding when he’d made up his mind.

“I guess we’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

It was a silent challenge, as Carl had already decided that you were having a girl. If you wanted to believe differently, that was fine by him because no matter what, he was just glad that you were doing this together.

Having a baby and all that.

“I think you’re right though, someone’s going to notice” he sighed, taking notice of the way your baby bump had really expanded in the last week or so. What you could have excused as gas or bloating before now was hardly that.

Only a baby could make you look like that.

So, it was decided.

Something had to be done before someone noticed that there was a fetus rapidly expanding within you, and it was preferable that something be done before this little bundle of joy was ready to come into the world.

~

“Excuse me?” Rick tried, desperately hoping for a moment that he had misheard what Carl had said.

The two of you had decided that it would probably be best if Carl took the lead on this whole ‘telling your family about the baby growing inside you’ thing but now that you saw how he’d planned on handling it, you couldn’t help but question that idea.

You assumed he’d at least lead up to it somehow but that wasn’t the approach Carl had chosen. In fact, you weren’t even sure he’d chosen any sort of approach at all.

He really just blurted it out like he was asking for someone to pass the salt.

“Y/N’s pregnant” the younger male repeated, that casual nature of his serving him well during this but you didn’t have quite that same reaction. Naturally, you assumed that Rick would be upset with you, or that something terrible was going to happen.

Though, to be fair, it wasn’t exactly as if you’d done this alone.

Having a baby had been a team effort on both of your parts, and if Rick was going to blame anyone, he’d have to blame Carl too. That was part of why he was currently being so brazen, because he understood that better than anyone.

There was nothing anyone could do about what already was, so being angry wasn’t going to do anything for you.

“How did this happen?” Daryl scoffed, not really meaning that the way it came out. However, you knew well enough to know that Carl was going to react exactly how he did, cocking a brow at the older male, a small smirk on his face.

Which wasn’t really what anyone needed.

“Okay, what Carl means is that we’re having a baby, which is pretty exciting” you stepped in, a soft smile on your face as you tried your best to lighten the mood in the space. In Carl’s defense, it wasn’t exactly like there was a good way to have this conversation.

...but he didn't always have to be so combative.

Even with the high tension in the space, it wasn’t like he had to protect you or this baby you two shared. These people were your family, and it wasn’t as if they posed any sort of threat to you. If anything, they would be angry.

Angry you could handle.

There was silence around the table for a few seconds as everyone tried to process this new information as best they could, which for you was more nerve wracking than anything else had been this entire time.

Though, Carl came through again, taking notice of the way your fingers knit together under the table in an anxious panic, and gave your aching fingers some relief by webbing his own hand between yours.

You couldn’t have been more glad to have him than right now, because you could have imploded due to your nerves. You just hadn’t seen this being as hard as it was, and the silence was practically deafening.

All you needed aws for someone to say something.

Even if they wanted to be upset, if they wanted to yell or scream, it would be much better than just sitting here waiting for them to say anything at all.

Much to your surprise, Michonne was the first to speak.

You had been expecting her to be the least glad about this little situation that had arisen between the two of you but she didn’t seem angry as she addressed you both. In fact, you almost thought you saw the shadow of a smile on her face.

“You understand how much this is going to change both of your lives, don’t you?” she asked, her almost maternal tone meeting your ears as softly as ever, which helped to relieve your already fried nerves that much more.

It was clear that she wasn’t exactly thrilled either but she knew what you knew, that this was what it was. There was no point in lecturing the two of you about what you shouldn't have done, or could have done differently.

All she could do was help you deal with what it was now.

Besides, it was hard to be too upset as she looked at you and Carl, now sitting so close to one another that you may as well have been sitting in the same chair.  

This whole time, Carl hadn’t even sat down much at all, determined to make sure you were alright.

Deep down, he knew that your family were no threat to either of you at all but he couldn't help but be on high alert. Something had changed in him now that the two of you were expecting, and this was just what it was.

His family now, his immediate family, was just you, him, and this baby.

...And even now, he wouldn’t relax, barely perched on the arm of your chair, as close to you as humanly possible without encroaching on your lap.

You nodded, glancing at Carl with a slight smile on your face.

Neither of you could have ever thought this would be where you were right now, but you had learned not to question it. All you could do was live for the moment, from one second to the last, and that was what you intended to do.

You and Carl were going to be parents soon enough, after all. You had to make your own decisions from now on and be okay with them, even if your family didn’t quite agree or understand.

[star-crossed-fanfiction]

Notice: Have you see it? (Rough Work a Carl Grimes X Reader Smut) Is Missing

Okay so I don’t know if this has happened to anyone else, but it seems that Tumblr had deleted one of my (most beloved) posts. I was working on part 2 of “Rough Work” (Carl Grimes x reader smut) and I got to a part where i needed the original post so I went to fetch it, and it was nowhere to be seen. I looked over my entire blog, nothing. It wasn’t there. I was wondering if any of you have seen it? It’s one of my most loved and popular one shots, I would hate if it were to go missing knowing that it had brought a lot of my fans joy and excitement reading it. I do have a copy of it stored away, it would just be upsetting to be seeing the original disappear suddenly.

If you’ve seen it on my blog today, (or within the last few days) it would be much appreciated if you let me know! And thank you for your time!

Ps. thanks a lot Tumblr for having me leak I’m writing a part 2 jeez lol 💫

UPDATE: thanks to recent likes and a kind follower messaging me it's been determined the one shot still exists! Yay! Thanks to all those who took the time out of there day to look for it, it means a lot! Same to those who love the fanfic! Thanks for the love y'all! 💫

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Everything He Wants pt.3

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2080 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: The reader and Carl finally get to the bottom of what they feel for each other, but doing something about it isn’t as easy as it seems. 

Part 1

Part 2 

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There was a bit of awkward silence between all of you for a moment as the men did their best to figure out what was going on.

Clearly, there was something happening but even Carl was lost, and he was part of it. 

Rick and Negan had no hope of understanding, and frankly, that was by design. This was something you were going through with Carl and you didn’t want to involve them.

There was no way this was going to end well.

You couldn’t help but scoff, thinking about how something like that would go down. The two of you in love? It was insane. If Negan could hardly even handle a look shared between the two of you, a conversation would kill him.

However, you couldn’t exactly avoid it.

If you didn’t talk to Carl soon and figure out what was going on here, you were going to lose your mind. 

Since the last time you’d seen him, you hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the strange feeling you got when you were around him, and you weren’t sure where to go from here.

This wasn’t something you were used to, after all. You had never been in this situation before, but you knew one thing for sure.

It wasn’t in your nature to just accept anything, and the way you felt for Carl made you uncomfortable. Because of that, you needed to know how he was feeling or what was going on in his head before you went crazy.

This was too much.

“Hey Carl, why don’t we get out of here” you suggested, offering your hand to him which he took slowly, completely unsure if he was okay with what was happening. After all, this was just as new for him as it was for you, and it wasn’t exactly foolproof.

Neither of you had ever done this before.

You had no idea how this was going to go down, but to be fair, there was more at stake for Carl. He didn’t want to get his dad into any trouble, but once he deduced that Negan wouldn’t overreact, he followed your lead.

Nothing terrible could come from such a casual action, right? No one was going to die because you had a conversation.

You hoped.

Neither of you spoke until you were far enough away from the rest of the people in Alexandria to have some privacy, but when you did, it was casual enough. You had no idea where this was going, but Carl was easy to talk to.

Easier to talk to than anyone else you’d actually spoken to before.

“I’m so sorry about him, he can be just awful sometimes” you shrugged, acting as if your father had just made some inappropriate joke at a parent teacher conference, instead of being the murderer he truly was.

It was a bit dramatic, of course, but Carl decided it would be best not to address that. Instead, he nodded, trying his best to think of what he wanted to say. 

For some reason, his tongue always went numb around you and made it impossible to speak.

It was pathetic, and he wouldn’t be surprised if you hated him because of it. He should have been able to talk to you, at the very least, but it just didn’t look like that was going to happen.

You made him nervous.

“I’m really glad you came outside” you smiled, forcing yourself to channel some of Negan’s unending confidence you’d grown accustomed to instead of worrying about what could go wrong here.

Worst case, everything went up in flames and even if that happened, you never had to come here again. 

The only thing that could come out of this was good, or at least, something new.

In this world, you lived like every day was your last because it very much could have been, and this wasn’t going to be the end of the world. This was one of those things that people did all the time before.

There was no reason you couldn’t do it now.

“Yeah, it’s no problem. I wanted to” he replied, swinging your two joined hands between your bodies. It should have been a casual motion, but instead, it was stiff and uncertain.

He clearly wasn’t much of a talker but that didn’t bother you, you could fill all the empty space there was.

“This is weird, isn’t it?” you hummed, doing your very best to address him. You had no idea what the best way to do this would be, but evidently, you had decided to just throw away all the strangeness in exchange for reality.

You were both real life people and there were no rules about how you needed to do this.

After all, you didn’t owe anyone anything.

“A little” he decided, still blowing his own mind with the fact he was here at all. There was no reason that the two of you should have had anything in common or cared about one another but here you were.

This was just what happened.

“To be fair though, I think that everything is weird anymore” you shrugged, thinking about how everything had changed. 

When you were kids, there was still so much normalcy ahead of you.

You never thought that this was where you would be, but here you were nonetheless.

This was what life was now.

“Yeah”

There was more silence between you as you walked, still holding Carl’s hand in your own, and before long, you were both outside his home, having made a huge circle around the walls of Alexandria.

The streets were still swarming with Saviors and Alexandrians alike as the raid ensued but you paid them no mind. 

For you, this was a real sanctuary, something that you hadn’t had in a long time.

There was just something about being with Carl that made you feel like the world wasn’t constantly on the edge of imploding.

It was nice.

You had no idea where this was going or how this had possibly happened, but you weren’t going to argue. Instead, you followed Carl into his home, ignoring all the saviors still littering the place, and made yourself at home.

“You wanna meet Judith?” he asked, his jaw tightening as he watched a few of your men carry out some boxes of things that they were never going to see again. 

It was just another reminder of why he shouldn’t be here with you at all.

You were always going to be the enemy.

...And even still, he was introducing you to his sister.

She was absolutely precious and you fell in love immediately. She was a giggly, cooing mess and you couldn’t help but swoon. She had this joy that just radiated off of her that no one else in this world could ever hope to imitate.

It was incredible, but as taken as you were with Judith, Carl was with you.

Even knowing that there was no way this was going to work, he couldn’t help himself.

It was the strangest thing, he couldn’t handle the sight of you with Judith cuddled in your arms. It was the most wholesome scene and it took his breath away, because he’d never felt like this before in his life.

He was in way too deep with you and it was going to be the end of him.

All in all, he was completely screwed.

Then, once Judith had gone down for her nap, you found yourself sitting on Carl’s bed, looking through a few dirty comic books. You hadn’t seen them in several years, of course, as the sanctuary didn’t consider them viable goods.

Still, you were glad to see them.

“You have quite the collection here” you hummed, leafing through the pages, now a bit weathered with age and grime. 

This was one thing you didn’t get at home, in the cold industrial environment of the sanctuary.

It wasn’t exactly personal.

Even with all the things that Negan made sure you had, you just felt like there was something more comfortable here than there. It was a home, which was much more than just somewhere that kept you safe.

It was more than a house.

“I like comics” he shrugged back, going out on a limb and sitting down beside you, taking another one of his discarded books in his hands, fiddling with the pages instead of looking you in the face.

He felt weird.

This was weird.

“I like you” you grinned, not looking at him as you spoke, your eyes staying trained on the page in your lap. You had no real idea where a statement like that would get you but you couldn’t help yourself.

You did like him.

There was silence between you both for a few more moments as Carl tried to decide what he wanted to do with that information. 

It wasn’t something that surprised him, because you both had been dancing around how you felt for one another, but that didn’t help him know what to do about it.

He didn’t know what he wanted to say or what you wanted to hear.

“I like you too” he smiled, doing his very best to keep his racing heart from stopping completely. This was shaping up to be the first time a girl ever liked him and that was nice, but he was terrified too.

He had never done anything like this before.

“That’s good, cause that would have made this whole thing a lot more awkward” you laughed, reaching out as gingerly as you could to take one of Carl’s hands in your own.

It wasn’t something that was new for either of you, as you held hands on your way up here but for some reason, this was a little different. 

There was something going on, something strange, but you had already decided to leave it go.

It was what it was.

This was what it was.

You wanted to say more, to do more, but before you could, you heard that familiar boisterous laugh of Negan. More than likely, this whole thing was coming to an end, which meant that you would have to leave.

It was the last thing you wanted to do, but you didn’t exactly get a choice in the matter.

“I should probably get going. I’ll see you later” you allowed, reluctantly standing from your spot. You were racking your brain, desperately trying to think of any excuse you could find to stay.

...But there wasn’t one.

There was nothing you could say or do that was going to keep you from having to go back to the Sanctuary at some point.

Thankfully though, before you could get too far away from him, Carl decided that he wasn’t willing to just let you go. He was worried about it, worried about what would happen if he let you walk out that door like this.

He needed you to know just how important this whole thing was to him.

Gingerly, he did all that he could to pull you back down to his side with a hand on your wrist. 

Then, before he could remind himself that this whole thing was a terrible idea, he brought his lips to your own.

You had no idea what to do at first, but immediately found yourself kissing him back. It wasn’t something you saw coming, of course, but you couldn’t have been more glad that it was happening.

This was all you needed.

This whole time, the feelings you had for him were just swirling around in your stomach, nearly making you sick. However, now that you were here, pressed up against the male, you knew everything you needed to.

It didn’t matter that the two of you were on opposite sides of the war, or from completely different worlds. The two of you shared something much more important than that, experience.

You were the same age, living through the same things, and you didn’t even want to underestimate how important that was.

“Woah” you hummed, resting your forehead against his own as you tried to figure out how you were going to make this whole thing work. It was strange, but you knew that it was going to be fine.

You’d make it work.

Even Carl knew that.

He may not have been any good with words, but at least Carl could find it in himself to make a move.

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Snow Day

12 days of Christmas Special 8

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1061 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Carl and the reader get a chance to do something they haven’t done in a long time 

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There wasn’t much that told you it was Christmas time. Aside from the chill in the air, you had no indication but that didn’t change how excited you were about it.

You hadn’t had a safe place to celebrate in years but now that you were all staying at Alexandria, that was a different story.

For the most part, as long as you were inside the walls, nothing all that bad could happen. Something that you intended to take advantage of, for as long as you had the chance.

You woke up with a start, light streaming in the windows of you and Carl’s bedroom. The lack of curtains gave you the perfect view of the white blanket of snow that covered everything.

A gasp left your lips as soon as your eyes cracked open. Without missing a beat, you scrambled up out of bed toward the window-desperate to prove or disprove what you thought you were seeing.

There was no way it was snowing, right?

You hadn’t seen snow in what seemed like forever. However, upon further inspection, you realized that it was, in fact, snowing.

“CARL! Carl, look!” you screamed happily, diving onto the bed, right on top of the man in question. He was, or had been, sleeping peacefully until the interruption but he didn’t seem angry about being woken up.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around your middle, smiling up at you in that tired sort of way. His eyes were barely open, but he still seemed happy to see you.

Carl was always happy to see you.

“What is it, Y/N?” he wondered, his voice groggy and deep, much deeper than usual. He had no clue what it could be that had you so excited this early in the morning, but he was glad to partake.

Honestly, he was just happy that you were happy. It didn’t matter what it was that had you all worked up.

All you had to do was point out the window. It was a small gesture, all things considered, but as soon as he followed the path you set out, he understood.

...But more than anything, he was shocked.

Carl hadn’t seen snow in forever, and the very idea of it made him happy. Not that he was super into snow in the first place, it just reminded him of a better time.

A time before all of this.

“It’s snowing outside, can you believe it?” You purred, flopping back down against his chest dramatically. This was almost too good to be true and you couldn’t wrap your brain around it.

It was crazy.

But there was only one thing on your mind right now, building a snowman.  

That much snow was just begging for it, and you had to. There was no way you were going to pass up the chance to build a snowman after such a long time.

It was kind of childish, you would admit that but there was no way you weren’t going to do it. The only question was if Carl was going to build one with you.

“You wanna go have fun?” you wondered, reaching out to take his hand in your own. You were both still in your pajamas but all you would have to do was layer up a bit and you’d be good to go.

Carl laughed at first, wondering if you were being serious.

He couldn’t imagine that you actually wanted to go outside in this weather, but once he looked at you again, he saw that it was the truth, you wanted to go play in the snow.

It was weird, sure, but he wasn’t about to shame you over it.

If you wanted to have a good time, he wasn’t going to stop you. Hell, it could be a great time. The two of you rarely got to just let go and be kids anymore, so it could be just what the doctor ordered.

“Yeah, let’s go have fun” he grinned, taking the hand you offered and pulling you into a big warm hug before letting you go. Between everybody in Alexandria, there was bound to be some extra layers laying around.

All you had to do was find them and you’d be all set.

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Daryl was the first to comment, finding it stupid that two teenagers would be playing around in the snow. There were things to be done after all, there were always things to be done.

...And when there were things to be done, the last thing they needed were snow angels and clumps of ice all over.

They had much more important things to worry about, not that he was going to stop you two from having fun. Rick had already decided that relaxing for one day wouldn’t kill any of you, besides, you two had to be adults too often as it was.

It wouldn’t hurt to give you a few hours off.

“Stop!” you groaned, moving your shoulders quickly to shake the ice from your back. Carl kept stuffing handfuls of snow down the back of your jacket, and it was cold.

You hated it but the more it made you squeal, the more Carl kept doing it.

He just liked getting a rise out of you.

“Stop what? I didn’t do anything” he grinned, holding his hands up in surrender. You knew that there was nothing you could say, there was no real argument but you pouted none-the-less.

You rolled your eyes, balling up a clump of snow in your hands and chucking it toward him. You missed but the point was still there.

The two of you weren’t out there to catch a cold, you were trying to build something.

Once you’d gathered all the snow in a few huge piles, the other kids joined in on the fun. Before long, there was an army of snowmen in the street, decorated with anything the community could spare.

It was pretty impressive.

“This is awesome you guys'' you smiled, high-fiving one of the younger kids. They had all done a great job, and you could tell it had been quite some time since they’d all just gotta have any fun.

Hell, some of these kids had never known anything more than running for their lives. Some of them had never even seen snow before and you were determined to show them a good time.

Nothing else mattered right now.

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Too Much at Risk

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1390 words

Warnings: none

Summary: You and Carl decide to get married even though the world is practically over.——————————————————————————————————

It would have been a lie to say that you never thought about getting married.

Before all of this, you daydreamed about what kind of future you would have. You thought about being in love, and what kind of dress you would wear.

You were just a kid when all of this started. Of course you’d thought about all of this before.

When you were in school, you used to draw pictures of the dress you would wear, and the flowers you wanted. It was all extravagant at that point, ridiculous but a fantasy nonetheless.

Every little girl did it, and you had no reason to be the exception.

...But that all went away pretty fast.

In fact, it all came to a screeching halt at about the same time as the world did. Granted, you were only eleven years old then so the potential of marriage slipping away was the least of your worries.

Though, that changed as you grew older and older.

By now, you knew that there was no reason to even believe you would get a chance at a future like that. So, you did the only thing you could do, you gave up on it.

There was no need to waste time on a pipe dream.

Instead, you chose to focus on not getting killed.

There were real threats out there, real things that needed your attention and you weren’t going to be naive enough to think that those were going to go away.

Thinking about survival occupied your every moment and that left very little time for leisure.

Until Maggie.

You had known Maggie and Glenn since the breakout, and you considered them both family more than friends.

Naturally when they decided to get married, you were ecstatic.

Glenn and Maggie didn’t even know one another when the world came to an end and they found a way to make it work. You had never seen two people more in love.

It made you happy that they were going to be able to do something so normal and special, but it also reminded you of something.

It reminded you that you weren’t going to have that. However, maybe it didn’t have to be that way. Just because life was different didn’t mean that it was over.

You were still alive, and maybe there was a chance that you could still be that blushing bride you’d always dreamed about, even though there wasn’t going to be a white dress, or flowers, or a wedding cake.

Maggie sure wasn’t going to have any of those things.

Still, If they could do it maybe you could too.

It was not going to be everything you had always thought it would be but you never really needed that. Even before all of this happened, it wasn’t about what it looked like.

As long as you had the person you loved by your side and the will to make it work, anything was possible.

You knew that because you’d seen it in both Maggie and Glenn. It was only natural that you’d want to have the same thing that he did.

What you and Carl had was strong enough to survive anything, and it had. Right now, you knew what you wanted to do but that was the easy part.

The hard part would be convincing anyone else that your idea was a good one.

After all, you had no doubt that there would be more than a few problems with what you were proposing but you knew what needed to happen.

Every single day, you woke up not knowing if this was your last day on earth or not. You had no idea if this was the day you died, or Carl died, or anyone else you cared about died.

You never got to know and you had no control over that.

What you did have control over though was what you did with the time you had left...the time that no one could take from you.

All you had was right now, and that had to be enough. There wasn’t much more you did have, other than that.

“I think we should get married”

The words seemed so much more rational in your head, but as soon as you said them out loud in front of Carl, you realized just how crazy you sounded.

What you were proposing, it was absolutely insane. Still, what was done, was done and you couldn’t go back on it. In fact, you didn’t even really want to.

You understood that it was crazy, and that maybe Carl would laugh at you but that didn’t mean you meant it any less. You had never loved anyone like you did Carl and that was never going to change.

He meant the world to you and you didn’t want to have to worry about losing him before he knew that.

Marriage was the only normal thing that you had ever really wanted and you didn’t want this world to take that from you. You didn’t want to lose the only chance you would ever have at that.

So, even if it was completely off base and even if you had no right to even suggest it, you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night if you didn’t try.

“What? What do you mean?” Carl asked, confused that you would even say anything like that. Nothing had happened and you had no reason to feel like something would, but he’d seen that look before.

That was the look you always got when you thought something really bad was about to happen and he didn’t like it, not one bit.

“Like Maggie and Glenn did. I want to get married” you repeated, hoping that you could sound more rational now. It was a long shot but you were trying your best.

To you, it made perfect sense.

“Why?”

That was all he could come up with now, still not understanding what had brought this on. As far as he knew, everything was absolutely fine but maybe he was missing something.

All you could do was sigh at first.

Maybe this whole thing had been a bad idea. Maybe Carl was going to think that you were absolutely crazy and never want to talk to you again.

You had no idea but there was no going back now that you’d started this conversation.

“I just love you so much, and I don’t want to miss the opportunity to marry the love of my life, y’know” this time, all that spirit you’d had before melted away.

More than anything, it was just purely emotional, like you genuinely thought you were going to lose him tomorrow. It was enough to break his heart, but he ignored it.

Maybe you had a point.

He had thought about marrying you too, once or twice in the past but he always assumed that you would have plenty of time for that. It wasn’t until you said it that he realized that was never guaranteed.

You two didn’t have the luxury of planning for the future, just like no one else did.

He could lose you tomorrow and never have a chance to do all those things he’d been waiting for. Nothing would be worse than that and he would never forgive himself if he lost you.

“Let’s do it” Carl decided finally, weighing the pros and cons of the decision you were making.

Practically, there were no negative effects on anyone else and it only really affects the two of you in the first place. Being married in this world didn’t have the same practical applications as the world before.

Right now, it was easier.

Marriage between the two of you would be completely for both of you and no one else. It would be perfect, and there was no way he was going to pass it up.

Especially not when he could regret it at any point in the future.

He could never forgive himself if something happened to you and he didn’t do everything he wanted to, and he couldn’t ask you to take that same risk.

This was the only way for the two of you to be everything to each other while you were still here.

...Getting your family on board was going to be another story entirely though.

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All Dolled Up

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1555 words

Warnings: none 

Summary:  Playing around with Jessie's makeup and shocking Carl when he sees you wearing it for the first time

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Carl had never seen you all dolled up.

Prior to moving to Alexandria, you had never had a chance to dress up. Hell, you were sixteen years old and you'd never worn a shred of makeup.

It just wasn't something you'd ever even thought about.

You were curious.

It was something that you didn't have any experience with, but you wanted to learn.

...So naturally, you went to the one person that you figured you could find the answer to all your questions.

Jessie.

The only problem was that you didn't want to ask her about it due to the embarrassment. It was a stupid thing to worry about...all things considered.

Instead of checking with her like a normal person, you just went to her closet.

The whole situation was rightfully sketchy, you knew that. However, you were desperate to figure everything out.

Your mother had died long before she could teach you about all of this...And you were on your own.

The stash that Jessie kept in her closet was a small one but it was still more makeup than you had ever seen. It was more than enough for what you needed it for.

The entire spread was overwhelming to you but luckily, before you could in too deep, Jessie intervened.

"I'm so sorry" you repeated, over and over again. You were embarrassed, terrified that she would be angry. After all, you were standing in her home, unannounced and uninvited.

However, Jessie wasn't upset with you.

Instead, she smiled.

In the way that you didn't have a mother, Jessie had never had a daughter. She hadn't been given an opportunity to help shape a young woman's life-and she wanted to.

You deserved that.

"You like that stuff? It was just a little bit I kept after everything" she shrugged, She didn't really have a use for it anymore.

There weren't really a ton of occasions for red lipstick around here after all.

"I've never seen so much makeup" you laughed, hiding your embarrassment with a giggle. You were just so nervous but you knew that Jessie wasn't upset with you, she wasn't angry or anything like that.

In fact, before long, you were sitting across from her.

She wanted to teach you all about the makeup she had and how to wear it. When she was your age, she had so much fun playing in the different colors and powders. It was only right that she share that joy with you.

"This is eyeshadow, it goes right here" she grinned, swiping the color over your closed lid.

It was an odd sensation, but you were so excited that nothing else even mattered. The whole process was a long one, from all the eyeshadows Jessie had to every single lipstick.

Your eyes were wide as you let your fingers glide over all the tubes, each one a different color.

It was crazy.

"I have to ask, why wouldn't you just come to me? I would have loved to teach you" she assured, speaking as she searched for her blush compact.

It was a fair question, especially since you had snuck into her home. There had to be a reason you didn't just ask her. Jessie just hoped that you weren't afraid of her. If anything, she wanted to be someone you could rely on.

You shrugged at first, thinking over her words.

Asking her help for something so unimportant seemed stupid. Of all the things you could be focused on, makeup shouldn't have even made the list.

It didn't help the community in any way.

"I guess I just thought you'd have better things to do" you hummed, after thinking for a second. It was the truth but it made Jessie upset to hear.

You were so focused on surviving that anything remotely normal filled you with shame.

It wasn't right.

You, and all the other kids should have been allowed to be kids-apocalypse or not. "Nonsense, I'll always make time to help you-with anything" she smiled, dusting a fair amount of blush on your face with a fluffy brush.

All you could do at first was smile back, thinking over what she had said.

Your group had recently joined Alexandria and you hadn't really bonded with them quite yet. However, Jessie had just changed that. You two were relatively strangers but that didn't matter. All that mattered was that she had helped you and you really appreciated it.

It had been a really long time since you bonded with someone like this and you enjoyed it.

You enjoyed it so much that you forgot about having lunch with Carl.

It had become a bit of a tradition since moving into the community. Carl would pack a few things in his bag then you two would have lunch outside the walls. It was something you enjoyed, something you wanted to do, every moment or every day.

You relied on seeing Carl to keep you sane, but thinking about seeing him right now made you panic.

Not only had you never worn makeup but Carl had never seen you wearing makeup.

You had no idea how he was going to react but you knew you had to go. Jessie helped you finish up your lipstick and then sent you on your way.

Your footsteps were heavy as you made your way over to the Grimes household. There was something bright and brand new today that made you feel good. You had never felt this confident and happy-at least not in recent memory.

Now all you had to do was see how Carl would react.

...which was the scariest thing in the entire world.

You could deal with the dead, and all the evils that other survivors brought. You were never scared of any of that, but Carl's rejection was different.

Carl was your favorite person in the world, the man that you loved. So naturally, the idea that he could hate anything you liked filled you with anxiety.

You couldn't imagine what you would do if he hated it.

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By the time you made it to his house, Carl was waiting for you on the steps, just sitting there. He knew that you would come, but it was odd that you were late. 

You were never late. 

“Is everything-” he started, worried that you had run into some kind of trouble that made you late. However, before he could finish his sentence, you were close enough for him to see the paint all over you. 

That was certainly brand new. 

“Hi” you smiled, closing the space between the two of you. You could tell that he wasn’t sure what to say. Makeup had never really been a huge part of Carl’s life anyway-even before. 

Lori never really wore much of it but after all this time, he had pretty much forgotten that it existed. 

It wasn’t really something either of you were used to. 

“Do you like it?” you hummed, after a few seconds of just standing in silence. You weren’t sure if he hated it or what but if you had to just keep staring at him like this, you were going to go insane. 

You were sure of that. 

“Jesse helped me, I just wanted to try it” you shrugged, thinking that maybe making an excuse would lessen the blow if he hated it. 

You never thought you’d get a chance to get all dolled up like this. When the opportunity presented itself, you ran with it. The worst that could happen was you needed to scrub it off. 

That was all it would take. 

Honestly, the more you stood here waiting for his opinion, you wanted to run away more and more. You couldn’t shake the feeling that Carl was going to send you away. 

He had always thought you were beautiful just as you were, but what if he didn’t like this version as much as you did? 

Luckily though, before you could completely rip yourself apart with teen angst and nerves, Carl spoke. “You look really pretty” 

It was honest, and real if you’d ever heard it. 

As soon as he said it, the stress you were feeling melted away. It was as if a fifty pound weight had been lifted off your shoulders and you couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your face. 

“You really think so? You like it?” you grinned, happy that he felt that way. 

All he could do was nod before an idea popped into your head. Without missing a beat, you closed the space between the two of you, a huge grin spread over your face-from ear to ear. 

“You wanna know what else?” you hummed, your face only half an inch or so from his. There was mischief shining in your eyes and you clearly had something on your mind. 

You only ever got that look on your face when you were really riled up about something. 

“I can do this” you sing-songed, peppering his face with big smooches, leaving red prints in their wake. You were pretty proud of yourself for putting the pieces together and Carl couldn’t help but laugh. 

It was clear that getting this off was gonna be a bitch but he didn’t care. Right now, all he cared about was letting you have your fun.

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A Different Kind of Savior

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1408 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is Negan’s daughter. She leaves the saviors, but gets lost in the woods, where she comes across someone she’d known under much different circumstances.

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Perhaps running away hadn't been the smartest plan in retrospect, but there was a war coming...and you didn't want to be in the middle of it. As far as you knew, your dad was dead, the sanctuary was swarmed with walkers, and everyone you knew was going to die.

You had no reason to stay there, so without word to anyone, you snuck out one of the back entrances.

In all honesty, you didn't really expect to make it that long on your own. You'd had your daddy protecting you every single day, inside those walls. You didn't know how to fight, or how to scavenge food for yourself.

There was no way in the world that you'd make it more than a few days, even with luck.

But anything was better than being trapped in those walls to watch everyone you'd ever known, get devoured by the dead.

You weren't going to sit back and watch that.

Even death would be better than that.

You stumbled a little bit as you ran through the woods, trying your best to be as quiet as possible. You didn't want to alert any more walkers than you already had...especially because you couldn't fight any of them off.

There was no way that you would be able to do it on your own, you knew it and luckily for you, Carl knew it too.

He knew who you were, he'd recognize that pretty face anywhere. He'd seen you a thousand times before during interactions with Negan and the saviors.

Every fiber of his being wanted to just turn around and leave you there. He should have, he knew that. You'd never done anything for them and you were one of the saviors, Negan was your father.

By all accounts, you were the enemy.

But as he watched you, and saw how rattled you were, how scared you must have been, he knew that he couldn't leave you alone. Enemy or not, you were going to die out there if he left you.

There was no way you could make it on your own. Not after everything, you didn't even have a weapon you. What kind of person goes out alone, without any sort of protection?

It was stupid at best.

Still, something had to have happened for you to be out there and the least he could do was find out what.

"Hey!" he called, startling you at both his close proximity and volume. You were horrified at first, assuming that he was likely going to try to kill you.

After everything that you two had been through together, on opposite sides of a war, he should have killed you. If you had been anyone else, you would have killed him.

But you weren't.

You had always held the belief that there was enough death in the world without people manufacturing more. If there was one thing that you all had in abundance, it was corpses.

However, your dad had always been a fan of rules and the world going just as he wanted it to. Every move he made was calculated, and without fail, everywhere he went, there was bodies.

No exceptions.

You just couldn't do it anymore. It was too much death, too much danger and you needed a way out.

Not that it was going to matter once Carl made his way over to you. There was no way for you to explain your reasons to him. No way that he was going to actually listen...

Would he?

"Carl?" You asked, though you already knew it was him. It was the best way that you could think of to break the ice without making a fool of yourself.

Without hesitation, you brought your hands up in surrender, all in an effort to let him know that you weren't a threat. The worst way to die that you could think of would be over a misunderstanding like that.

"What are you doing out here?" he started, his hand resting on his gun in his belt, though he had no intention of using it. He needed to have the upper hand here, no matter what.

It didn't matter if you were unarmed, or shaking like a leaf...he had to keep up a front, at least until he knew what you were doing out here.

You, on the other hand, had nothing to say at first. Where were you supposed to start? There was no good options, not really.

"I left. My dad is dead, my friend are all going to die and I couldn't just wait around-" you tried, stopping due to your voice getting stuck in your throat. The very idea of it was almost too much.

You'd lost too many people already.

He nodded, reaching his hand out to you. There was something so gentle about the look in his eyes, and something so comforting about it all, that you took it without even realizing it.

Neither of you really knew what was happening, but both kept running with it. As far as Carl could tell, there was nothing dangerous about you, and you certainly weren't in a position to turn away his help.

You both knew that you would die alone so it was a mutual decision.

Carl could take you back to Alexandria and help keep you alive, but it was all going to have to be done under the radar. There was no telling what Rick or the others would do to you if they found you there.

Perhaps Carl was more inclined to forgive you but that didn't mean that they all would be.

Still, he knew that he couldn't leave you alone.

It wasn't an option.

"Why didn't you leave me out there?" you wondered, as you approached the sewer gate. It would lead you right under the town and it was the best place to hide you until nightfall when he could get you into the house.

He couldn't risk any of them seeing you.

The question caught you by surprise. Carl wasn't sure how to answer you, and maybe that was because there weren't the right words to answer you with.

There was nothing he could say that would make any sense because he didn't have a reason.

Carl didn't want you to die...that was as good a reason as he had.

"Your dad is a bad guy, but that doesn't mean that you're bad, I couldn't just let you die out there" his voice was quiet as he pried the gate open, letting you into the dank, dark sewer pipe.

It wasn't pleasant by any means but at least you knew that you'd be safer here than anywhere else.

It was much better than being alone out there.

"Thank you, are you sure its-" You started, but he interrupted you, already knowing what was going through your mind.

"I killed all the walkers down here, you'll be safe" he promised, taking your hand in his own absentmindedly, leading you through the muck with no problem at all.

It was interesting how, even down here, in the middle of actual hell, you felt safer with Carl than you did within the walls of the sanctuary.

Something about Carl balanced you out and made you feel whole in a way you never had. With him, you weren't the princess that your mother had raised and your daddy had spoiled.

With him, you were just you.

You were a normal teenage girl that just so happened to be in the middle of the end of the world.

It felt right, even though everything about it was so clearly wrong. 

"I'll be back as soon as the sun comes down to get you, just stay quiet until then" he prompted, settling you in on one of the ledges, where you'd be away from the nastiness that was lining the bottom of the pipes.

It was going to all work out, you knew that, so you nodded. You were going to do as he asked, because you trusted him.

It was strange to admit it, but you knew that it was the truth. Carl had given you more reason to trust him than you'd had for quite some time.

All you had to do was sit tight and wait for the sun to go down...

Because tomorrow would be so much better than yesterday, and the day before that. If nothing else, you were sure of that.

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The Snap

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1262 words

Warnings: none

Summary: There is a lot of tension between Carl and Negan’s daughter that all comes to a head sooner than expected. 

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You had never known a normal life, not as far back as you could remember. Ever since the end of the world, your dad had taken it upon himself to build an empire based on fear and intimidation that you'd fallen into.

It wasn't that you didn't like how he was or all the hard work he'd put in to provide for you, because you were grateful to him for doing everything he could to give you a good life. You were just frustrated because he was the big kahuna around the sanctuary and that meant that people treated you strangely.

Not only did they bow to your father when he passed, but they did the same for you and when they spoke to you, they weren't allowed to look you in the eye. Negan commanded respect, not only for himself but for you as well...his princess.

Another thing that bothered you, was all of his wives. They treated you poorly and were all around just the worst of the worst, not that you could blame them. If you had been in their position, just trying to do whatever you could to survive, and some kid kept undermining you, you would be upset too.

The only difference was that you were you, and they couldn't hold a candle to the love and respect your father had for you. It wouldn't have been a stretch to say that you were a daddy's girl, and a bit spoiled to boot but  you didn't mind.

What a funny thing? Being spoiled in the apocalypse. It didn't matter how many things your dad found for you on runs or scavenging, he never thought it was enough. He still acted as if he could provide more for you, and would never be done.

He was your father and it was his job to be there for you above all, the rest of the saviors be damned.

Until you met Carl.

Carl Grimes was the first person in the world to treat you like a real, tangible person and not only that...he treated you like dirt.

When you two met the first time, he couldn't keep his eyes off you but it wasn't in a nice way. There was an intense hatred shining in those pools that you had never been able to shake and for some reason, you loved it.

Everyone in your world treated you with this kind of plastic respect. They knew that if they didn't claim to love you, that they would be in a world of hurt. It felt like all your friends were paid to love you and it got old quick.

Carl was real with you. He thought you were scum and didn't bother to keep it a secret and you always thought it would be that way.

Until you two ended up in the same space for a few hours, unbothered by the outside world.

Carl had made the ingenious decision to try and break into your father's compound on the back of a truck. It was a terrible decision really, but you weren't complaining. The kid had guts and that's what your father liked about him in the first place.

He wasn't weak, and didn't act like a bitch all the time when stuff got hard. He could suck it up and do what needed to be done, no matter how hard it was. If you were being honest, he'd impressed you too, in a strange sort of way.

Negan had very strong character and was himself apologetically and perhaps you were attracted to that in a person because of his influence. If there was one thing that Carl was, it was strong of character. Not only that, but he was stubborn as hell and ruthless when he needed to be...

He was exactly the kind of guy you wanted in your life, and you were determined to get him to share your opinion.

You knew exactly where to find him, in your father's office. When you opened the door, he didn't even turn around, facing forward out of rebellion or fear-you couldn't be sure. All you knew was the fact that he was there and right now, you two were all alone.

"What are you doing?' you asked, your voice sharp and intense in the silence. You didn't mean to be so aggressive with him, you just couldn't help it. Negan had raised you as a single father, which meant there was no kind of buffer to keep you from being just as abrasive and violent. 

He didn't answer you at first, it took a moment. You had no idea what to do about it or how you could soften your approach. "What are you doing in here Carl?" you wondered, trying again, this time earning a glance backwards from the teen. 

The look in his eyes wasn't necessarily annoyed or angry as you'd been expected, but still unamused. "Your dad left me here, but I didn't know you'd show up" he grumbled, half his face covered from your gaze by a large wrap of cloth. 

"Well I sincerely apologize for the inconvenience, but you aren’t supposed to be here alone, and I don’t really trust my dad’s goons to be all that nice to you” you explained, plopping down beside him on the couch. 

Carl didn’t bother responding to that. At this point, he’d just accepted that as long as he was here, you weren’t going to leave him alone. 

The silence brought on this weird tension that was tangible and intense, and both of you were feeling it. It was like pulling a rubber band as tight as you could, it would last but after a while, it would snap. 

The metaphorical snap for you and Carl came quickly when he leaned over and caught your lips in a heated, sporadic kiss. 

He hadn’t meant to do it, not really but he couldn’t help himself. You were so infuriating but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get you out of his head. 

It took you a second to realize what was happening, but after you did, you couldn’t help but kiss him back. Carl may have had the guts to do something you hadn’t, but that didn’t mean he was then going to call the shots. 

You recognized that you two could have easily stayed in this position all day if you wanted to but Carl was already in hot water with your dad, and the last thing you wanted was to give him more reason to be angry. 

“We need to stop” you breathed, pulling away from Carl just long enough to rest your forehead against his own. 

You were both breathing heavily as you tried to catch the air you’d stolen from one another. 

You knew that your father and his men would show up at any moment and you didn’t want them to find you in this position. Hurriedly, you stood from the couch, earning a nod of understanding from Carl. 

However, he wasn’t going to just let you walk out after that. 

“Pack a bag, I’m getting out of here and you’re coming with me” 

It was dangerous and very well could have been impossible to pull off but you were feeling rebellious and always down to have a good time. If Carl wanted to take you with him, then you’d go. 

You just had to try not to get murdered in the process of sneaking out because when your father found out, he’d be more than furious.

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Not a Second to Waste

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1471 words

Warnings: SEASON 8 SPOILERS

Summary: The reader finds something out that she wasn’t supposed to.

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You had never thought about what it would be like to lose your best friend until you actually had to. For some reason, Carl just didn't seem like the kind of guy to ever die.

He had always been so good at this. Surviving came naturally to him and never could you imagine surviving this long without him. 

Maybe that was why it was so hard to accept the fact that he'd gotten bit. Every single second after you'd found out, it got harder to breath, like you'd inhaled broken glass.

Every ounce of your body ached and worst of all, were the tears.

You couldn't cry, not if you wanted to but that didn't stop the constant burning behind your eyes for the tears that would eventually come. This was the worst kind of pain, because it involved waiting.

There was nothing you could do for Carl other than wait for him to die. It made you sick to your stomach that there was nothing you could do for him.

It was hopeless, and not only that but he was asking you to keep it a secret.

He hadn't thought about the fact that you would likely see him shirtless at some point, being his girlfriend and he'd slipped up. It was completely by accident but you two went to grab a shower and you'd caught a glimpse of the bite. 

"What is that?" you wondered, reaching down to touch the skin of his torso under the running water. Your fingers barely grazed the flesh above the abrasion when he winced, which you knew was a bad sign.

He tried to cover it up as quickly as possible but failed mostly due to the closed quarters of the shower. There was no where that he could go to get away from you or your prying eyes.

It was clear to Carl that he was going to have to fess up about the whole thing because you weren't going to forget it.

"It was an accident" he shrugged, turning his back to you in hopes that you'd move on, though he knew better than that. This was going to be a whole big thing, and honestly, he couldn't blame you for worrying.

He knew what it meant and he'd come to terms with it, though he wasn't looking forward to it. However, he didn't want the rest of you to worry about it. He just wanted you to enjoy the time that you had left together without counting down the days.

"What kind of accident?" you wondered, watching the water cascade down his back as you waited for an answer...an answer that never came. "Carl? What kind of accident?" you repeated, getting more and more anxious with each passing second. 

You had no idea what he was talking about it and scared you. Whenever something had happened before, he always told you as soon as it happened but not this time.

He hadn't been out today, so you knew for a fact that the wound was at least a day old...and knowing Carl, it could have been longer. He was impossible, to keep something like this from you.

"We have to get you to the infirmary" you huffed, pulling back the shower curtain without hesitation, which got water all over the place. You still weren't sure what kind of injury it was, but you were sure someone would be able to help you.

At the very least, you were sure that anything would be better than what he was doing now.

But as soon as the words left your lips, he panicked. "We can't" it was rushed, and sounded more like a plea than anything else, which set alarms off in your head. 

There was no reason why you shouldn't feel that way. Any other time Carl would let you drag him down there if for no other reason than to make you feel better.

But this was something different.

Having you know his secret wasn't ideal but Carl knew he could handle it. However, having everyone else know was something else entirely. He wouldn't know what to do with himself if he had to explain it to them all right now.

"Why not?" you huffed, not believing he was being so difficult. Without hesitation, you yanked the towel from the rack and tossed it at him. The sooner you could get him dressed, the sooner he would get better.

But as you hurried into your jeans, you realized that the man in question wasn't even moving. He was hurt, and yet, he wasn't even trying to get somewhere to help.

"It's a bite"

That sentence seemed to stop time.

It was as if as soon as the words bled into the air, your heart stopped. It was the one thing in the world that you'd never thought you would hear, but it was real.

Only real life could hurt this much.

"What?" you whispered, your voice breaking as tears started welling up in your eyes. There was no good way for you to actually process what he'd told you, mostly because you knew what it meant.

Carl was going to die.

You'd always known it but somewhere deep inside you, you'd always thought that you two would be together, old and surrounded by family.

It was a pipe dream and stupid, but you had to hold onto it. It was the only thing that kept you going on those really hard days.

You liked the idea that you would get to live full lives, side by side.

But now it was all gone.

"You heard me" that was his only reply. Suddenly, all thoughts of the infirmary were long gone and all you could think about was the pounding in your head.

You couldn't think about anything as the tears starts falling down your face and before you knew it, you had collapsed in a pile on the floor. Ugly crying and trying your best to make it okay in your mind.

Like if you kept hurting for long enough, maybe he wouldn't hurt as bad. Like somehow your tears would make it all go away...but that wasn't how it worked.

You'd lost more than enough people to know that.

"Were you ever going to tell me?" you wondered, after a few minutes. You'd been sobbing for quite some time but then it dawned on you. You realized that if you hadn't happened to find out, he was likely not planning on it.

There was a reason he'd hid it for this long.

He wanted to lie to you, to tell you what you were dying to hear. He wanted to nod his head and promise to you that he was going to, that he was waiting for the best time to do it...but he couldn't.

Even if it would make you feel better, Carl couldn't just lie to protect your feelings. A lie was a lie, no matter what.

And you two didn't lie to each other.

"No" it was a simple answer and while you could put the pieces together as to why he'd done it, that didn't make it easier to accept. It still hurt to think about it.

The idea that he would keep this from you, was a hard pill to swallow.

"Okay, so now what?" you wondered, turning away from him to finish getting dressed. You wanted to cry more, to make a scene but it wouldn't change what was happening.

Carl was going to die...there was no changing it.

All you could do was move forward while he was still breathing.

"I don't know, now what?" he asked, turning it on you in the most childish way possible. He was genuinely acting like you weren't talking about the end of his life.

It was as if he was asking you what you wanted to have for breakfast, and you weren't a hundred percent sure how to take it.

"How am I supposed to live without you?" it was pitiful and in any other circumstance, you would have felt stupid but this was different. This was a circumstance that you hadn't been prepared for.

It was a good question.

However, you and Carl had lived through plenty of deaths. You had moved on eventually and he had faith that you would be able to again.

He believed that you could do this, just like all those times before.

"You'll manage Y/N, I'll always be with you" he hummed, getting down beside you on the floor to wrap his arms around you.

It felt right, and somehow, you two stayed there for hours, just relishing in the time that you still had before the infection spread through him. It was all you had now, and you weren't going to waste a second.

Not a single second.

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Scars

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1414 words

Warnings: Mentions of traumatic accidents and scarring 

Summary: Carl is very insecure about the scar left as a result of his gunshot and she helps him realize that she’ll love him no matter what. 

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You didn't often think about your scars-though you had many. It just wasn't something you ever felt the need to dwell on. If something went wrong and you got hurt, you just brushed it off and moved on.

However, it would seem that that just wasn't an option for some people.

The best example of this that you had seen was Carl. After that but had pierced his flesh, you had been sure he would die. A would like that should have killed him, but it didn't.

In your eyes, that was something he should have been proud of. Any marks left behind from something like that would be welcome on your skin.

It was proof that he had survived something that he'd been through something that had power over him, yet he was stronger.

The only problem with your whole philosophy was that Carl didn't believe it. It didn't matter how many times you told him that he should wear his scar with nothing but pride-he still wore that bandage.

Through all hours of the day, and even at night, Carl hid his face from you.

That had been fine with him keeping it covered when the wound was still fresh. Then it was a matter of his health, but after all this time-there was no need.

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"Carl?" you hummed, plopping down beside him on your shared mattress. It moved just a little bit with your added weight but not enough for either of you to notice. Your voice was sweet and brought a smile to his face as he met your eyes.

Had he been paying close attention, Carl would have noticed that you were certainly up to something.

"What's up?" he smiled, leaning a little closer to you than necessary not that you would ever complain.

You knew you'd have to approach your next few words carefully, as to keep him calm.

Carl loved you but that wouldn't make having this conversation any easier. Carl wasn't going to like it and in that respect, he was a lot like his father.

"Why do you wear your bandages all the time?" it was a simple question, an easy question but that didn't mean he was going to answer it.

Not without a large amount of convincing.

Carl avoided this conversation like the plague, and had been this whole time. You knew what was coming-the same thing he said every time you'd asked before.

"I don't wanna talk about it" the words fell from his lips like a prayer.

You had this whole conversation memorized but you needed it to be different, something had to be different this time.

You didn't know what it was yet, but this time would definitely be different than his last.

Then it hit you, like a ton, of bricks. The one thing you'd yet to do in this whole charade.

"What if I show you my scars?" you offered, the sentence sat in the air a few minutes while Carl pondered them.

Carl couldn't think of a single time you'd reacted in the same way as he often did on the subject but then again, Carl didn't know you had any scars in the first place...not that he'd ever noticed.

"Your scars?" he asked, feeling silly. You were his girlfriend but he still felt like there were things about you that he didn't know.

You nodded, smiling only briefly before gathering the thin material of your shirt in your hands. As you raised it above your head, you felt a slight shiver run up your spine at the cold air of the room.

You weren't a huge fan of the vulnerability this action brought but it didn't matter. If you wanted Carl to feel comfortable in his own skin, then you would first need to do the same.

It would all be worth it in the end as long as you were successful.

Your skin was smooth as far as Carl could tell until you got past your belly button. On one side of your body, along and below your ribs were a scattering of raised red lashes.

It would be impossible for Carl to decipher what they were from at just a glance but it didn't matter. Whether it was from a burn or whips of a rope, all Carl knew was that it had to hurt.

The closer he looked at the delicate pattern, the more entranced he became. Inside the smaller scars, was a much longer one.

"How'd you get these?" he wondered finally, breaking the silence in the room like the shattering of glass. In succession with his words, Carl's hand reached out, slowly and carefully, to lightly graze the skin there.

You took in a sharp breathe as he made contact, but quickly relaxed.

"The pellets from a shotgun when I was twelve" you laughed, fully understanding that he knew what you had implied. He had been through something similar before you came to their camp, you'd heard the stories.

Still, you continued. "The worst part was, it wasn't even because of walkers...my cousin was just an idiot" your laughter came again, bringing a slight smile to Carl's face.

There were similarities in all of your accidents, you found. Soon it became sort of a game that you two got to play, looking over each other's marks and bumps to try to guess where each scar came from...

Until finally Carl had nothing left to do then show you what he'd been so desperately hiding.

"Carl" you stopped him, gently laying your hand on his wrist. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to, I just want you to be comfortable" Carl knew that you were telling the truth.

If he was being honest, the only person he would show his ugliest part to would be you. You were the only on he trusted enough to let in and it was about time you knew what he'd been hiding.

"It's alright, I want to" he assured finally, bringing his hands up to his head to loosen the tight gauze around his face.

Even you had to admit that you were nervous for what lay beneath the bandage. You hadn’t seen the damage the bullet had done on him, because he’d kept the wrap on since he was shot.

The air in the room was stale and tense as the cloth fell from his eye, but when it actually sat to the side, you were shocked.

You weren’t shocked due to the bloody, gory mess you found there, but the lack thereof.

The wound was healed nicely, leaving fibrinous tissue across the socket. You couldn’t even make out the hole where the bullet pierced his flesh. It was more or less, a clean, nearly-healed wound.

“How bad is it?” he wondered, having hardly seen it himself since the accident.

You really weren’t sure what to tell him. You didn’t think it was bad at all but it was possible that Carl may not look at it the same way.

“It looks really good Carl, you’re lucky it didn’t get infected” You mused, slowly letting your hand fall on the side of his face. You were so desperate to be close to him and make him feel the way you did about his scar.

He had survived something he shouldn’t have against all odds, and he should be nothing but proud of that.

“You aren’t grossed out?” he asked, cautiously at first and then more shocked. Carl knew that you loved him but asking you to accept something like that may have been pushing that.

You couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Carl, would you still love me if I took a bullet to the face?” you teased, only half-kidding. Carl blushed at that, it seemed so silly when you phrased it like that.

Of course he would still love you, even if you were disfigured in some kind of accident. He would love you through anything at all.

“I would always love you Y/N” And that was it. In that moment, Carl finally understood what you’d been trying to tell him all along. Even with his scar, he could still be who he was before, he could still be the man you loved.

He was the same Carl you fell in love with, scar or not and that would never change...no amount of scars or damage could ever change the love you had for your man.

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Everything He Wants

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2404 words 

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader is a savior that Carl likes, the only problem is that he struggles to make a good impression. 

Part 2

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Carl didn’t know what to do the first time he saw you.

He didn’t have a tendency to be speechless, but for some reason, you managed to change all that in a second. You were just different, different from what, he wasn’t sure, but he knew that you were unlike anyone he’d ever seen in his entire life.

It wasn’t like he’d known a ton of women his age in all this, but he was confident that you were the only you there was out there. He’d never seen another person hold so much power before, and also be so unaware of it.

You just moved with so much ease, free of the usual strain that accompanied everyone who had lived and lost in this new world.

It was refreshing.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that he found you incredibly beautiful either. Your hair was wellkept and shiny, in a way that he hadn’t seen in a really long time, and even from this distance, he was sure that your eyes could convince even the cruelest of men to show mercy.

He didn’t know much about you, of course, other than the fact that you had rolled into Alexandria with the Saviors to steal all of their shit. By all accounts, he should have hated your guts, should have spit from where he stood, but he couldn’t make himself do it.

You may have been the enemy but at the same time, you were everything the young boy had ever fantasized about.

That was just a fact.

You were stunning, somehow carefree even as you paraded through the streets of Alexandria, almost as if this whole thing was little more than a game to you. Perhaps, from where you were standing, it was.

It wasn’t your things the men were hauling off in trucks, or your people that would be scrunching up supplies just to survive. Your people made their living by doing just what you were doing now, stealing and thieving.

Carl assumed it was an easy life.

He couldn’t tell too much about you from where he was, watching from the second story window of his house but it was clear as day that you must have belonged to Negan, who was arguably more of a monster than the dead.

It was hard to tell if you were his daughter or one of his wives, but he couldn’t imagine that you would ever marry a creep like that. Even thinking about the latter made his skin crawl, and before he could make himself physically ill, he forced that thought from his mind. All Carl knew for sure was when the saviors had come to loot their homes and you trailed along like a puppy after its master.

No matter how beautiful you were or how captivated you had managed to make him, you were the enemy and he couldn’t allow himself to forget that. No one with any conscience could ever take part in what they were doing.

He certainly couldn’t.

Carl had done plenty of terrible things to survive but he would never take from people who hadn’t done anything to him. There was doing what had to be done and there was being cruel and hurting people.

What Negan had done to Glenn and Abraham was more than enough to decipher which kind you and the rest of the savior's must have been.

Though, you weren’t exactly a savior.

You weren’t a wife of Negan’s, as you were too young and impressionable for him to ever think of proposing something like that to you but you weren’t exactly his daughter either. You had come to the sanctuary with your real father, a man who Negan respected greatly.

When he died, Negan decided to do anything he could to make sure that you were taken care of and getting the things that you needed. He wanted to keep you alive and make sure that you were happy, if for no other reason than to honor your father.

It didn’t hurt that he didn’t have a child of his own either, and spoiling you came naturally to him.

Negan had always had a soft spot for kids, and with the world more dangerous than ever before, he couldn’t turn a blind eye to you, clearly in need. Before long, the rest of the saviors had come to know you as little more than his girl.

You were, for all intensive purposes, the princess of the saviors. Frankly, you thought that sometimes even Negan himself forgot that he wasn’t your father.

He trusted you and came to you when he needed advice, or wasn’t sure what to do. Sometimes he wasn’t sure if he was being too harsh or not being harsh enough. Sometimes he was having a rough day and just wanted to relax.

Whatever it was, you were his go to, you were his right hand.

You two loved to take walks around the sanctuary, Lucille hanging loosely in his grip, ‘just in case’ he would tell you, though you knew deep down that he was just worried about leaving the bat unattended.

He taught you how to skip rocks, and brought you back pretty jewelry and special snacks when the mood struck him. The rest of the world may not have known it, but to you, Negan was family and he was damn good at it.

You cherished those moments you spent together, but there was one thing you loved more than anything else in the world, more than any of those other things he would take you along for.

You absolutely loved raid days.

It may have seemed convoluted to someone like Carl or any of those other people the saviors were taking advantage of but to you, this was just how it was. This was how you got to protect and provide for so many people, this was how you lived.

In the old world, it would have been the worst possible outcome you could think of, but this was different. You understood that the people who looked out for anyone other than themselves first, died, and you wanted to live.

It was as simple as that.

Raid days, for the saviors, meant that you would go to Alexandria or whatever camp you found that had to pay up and take what you wanted. Negan saw it as a sort of payment, a way to ensure that they would cooperate with the rules the saviors lived under.

As long as you paid, there wasn’t going to be any issue, and for the most part, people paid.

You liked it for a different reason though. Alexandria was beautiful, as was the Hilltop colony, and the Kingdom, and all those places you did business with. You loved being able to see new people and watch how they looked out for each other.

It was nice.

So nice, in fact, that by the time the two of you,  along with the large assembly of trucks and men behind you pulled up to the gates of Alexandria, you were visibly shaking in anticipation. You didn’t get to leave the sanctuary super often, so you relished in these times that you could.

You only paused briefly when the truck stopped, looking at Negan for permission. You didn’t need to, not really, but these sorts of things had a bit of a formula to them and you didn’t want to get in the way of business.

It was clear that you were only spectating this whole event. Negan didn’t like to get you involved, not unless he absolutely had to, and so far, he had never had to.

The man nodded slightly, a huge grin on his face as he watched you hop down from the truck. “Go play for a bit, I’ll find you once I get some business taken care of” he allowed, waving you off as he stepped out too, Lucille in hand as she always was.

Carl watched the entire exchange, from the safety of his bedroom window. He knew that he shouldn’t be, watching, as it were but how could he not? You were very good looking, and walking the streets of his home.

No one would have blamed him for staring, not with the very slim chance of meeting a girl his own age ever again. He couldn’t help that you lived with them, that you were one of them, even if he should have cared more.

It should have bothered him, your very existence should have made his blood boil, but it just didn’t.

Carl watched you walk down the street, a small skip in your step as you did so, doing your very best to make conversation with Carol, only to be ignored quite coldly by the older women. Clearly, it wasn’t lost on Carol what you were, and she wasn’t about to give you a pass just because you were young.

Her daughter was young, but this world had taken Sophia from her, so you didn’t get to just waltz in here and act like the world's your oyster. You were stealing from people, ruining their lives, and there was no excuse for that.

He watched for a few seconds more, fighting a battle with himself as he thought about what he wanted to do. There was no real harm that would come from him introducing himself to you, but there was no good reason for him to do it either.

This went on for a few more moments, before finally he sighed and walked down the stairs, not stopping until he was in the yard, headed in your direction. Carl was taking it slow, trying his very best to look as if he was observing but his gaze stayed positioned on you.

No matter what he did, you were all he could think about. He had never even spoken to you and at this rate, he probably never would but really, just being close to you was good enough for him.

He should have left you be, should have gone right back up to his room and pretended that nothing ever happened but that just wasn’t in the cards. As soon as he saw you head off toward the other side of the compound, he knew what he had to do.

The curiosity was killing him.

Casually, he made his way down the street, doing all that he could to be inconspicuous. Had anyone bothered to take a look at him, they would have put the pieces together quickly but that didn’t even really occur to Carl.

All he could do now was watch you until you stopped, your hands resting on the, most likely hot, leather of Daryl Dixon’s motorcycle. You were clearly interested in it, as anyone would have been, and Carl was in a trance.

His eyes were locked on your frame, his attention mainly poised on your face before dropping to your shoulders, your chest, your arms, those thighs, he could have continued but something jolted him before he could.

Or more accurately someone.

Carl glanced up in a hurry, doing his best to cover what he’d been doing, only to find you squatting down in front of him, trying to figure out what he was doing. The place he’d chosen to hide being behind a tree.

It was strange, even for you.

“Did you hear me?” you questioned, a harsh bite coating your sweet tone, an equally questioning look on your beautiful face. The boy in front of you floundered at first, finding that there was no good reason for what he was doing.

Any excuse he could come up with was creepy.

“What were you looking at?” you repeated, your close proximity silencing the boy and clouding his mind. One thing was for sure, if he thought you were beautiful from afar, you nearly knocked him off his feet this close up.

You were stunning.

“What?” He asked, sounding far dumber than he would have ever liked.

Carl didn’t ever get like this, ever, but to be fair, he didn’t have exchanges like this very often. For someone who grew up almost entirely in the apocalypse, he didn’t have a prayer. Of course, it didn’t hurt that you were a bit hard to swallow to begin with.

Naturally, you were a little weirded out by this kid, watching you from across the street, but in your typical way, you weren’t about to shy away from getting answers from him. Whatever he thought he was doing, you were going to make him justify it.

“You were watching me” There was something so accusatory about it, something that he couldn’t help to refute, even if he wanted to. You settled back on your calves, still far too close for Carl to be able to relax as you waited for an answer.

The trouble was that he didn’t have an answer for you.

“What’s your name?” He asked, ignoring your comments in favor of one of his own. For whatever reason, he decided to just go for broke, to do what he’d been desperately thinking about since those armored trucks pulled up.

...But that wasn’t going to work.

“Why should I tell you that?” You countered, doing your best to understand where this strange guy had come from. No one at the sanctuary would ever talk to you like that, but for some reason, he didn’t even hesitate.

It was sort of refreshing, you just couldn’t decide why.

“I’m Carl” he tried, hoping that he could pry an answer out of you before you had to go. He was sure this wasn’t going to be the last time he saw you, but he wanted to be able to call you out by name next time.

At least then, he’d have some hope of making up for being such a weirdo today.

You stood up slowly, looking down at the strange boy, a bandage over his eye, the other one shining as he waited for you hopefully. He had a cowboy hat over his dark brown hair and a dumb smirk playing on his lips, one that you desperately wanted to ignore.

He was weird, but somehow as you headed off toward the bike and the houses you had been admiring, you turned back at the last second, yelling in his direction before jogging off back to your group.

“It’s Y/N”

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Everything He Wants pt 2

Carl Grimes x Plus size!reader

Word Count:2522 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Reader gets excited to see Carl again on Raid day, but will it work out for them in the end? 

Part 1 

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Y/N...Y/N...Y/N

Carl found himself repeating your name over and over again in the weeks that followed, not that he was doing it intentionally. Every spare moment he had, every time he had a second to himself, all he could think about was you and the way you looked at him when you told him your name that first time. 

It was crazy. 

He knew just how crazy it was and how ridiculous the rest of the Alexandrians would think it was if they ever found out about the way he was thinking about you, but for now, he kept it to himself. 

There was no reason to alert anyone to the simple fact that he was slowly but surely finding himself obsessed over you. He couldn’t help it, there weren’t girls like you here, or anywhere, to his knowledge. 

Of course you were on his mind.

The fact that he rarely got to see you only forced you to his mind that much more, wondering when you would be back, asking his dad when the saviors would be back feigning concern. It was getting out of hand, but there was nothing he could do. 

You were under his skin, and nothing was going to change that. 

It was true that your visits to Alexandria were few and far between but nothing could change the fact that you had been there. No one could take that first conversation from him, no matter what happened. 

You were everything he could have ever wanted. You were somehow more beautiful than he’d originally anticipated, and the way you had dealt with him during your first meeting still boggled his mind. 

It wouldn’t have surprised him if you hated him, you were supposed to just like he was supposed to hate you, but he couldn’t make himself do it. You had been so cold and guarded, leaving Carl wanting nothing more than to break down the walls you built around yourself.

He knew that he could, if you gave him a chance, and he was determined. If it was the last thing he did, Carl was going to make you understand that this world could be so much more. 

This life could be so much more than it was right now, and he wanted to prove it to you. 

Alexandria was dead this morning, with everyone dreading raid days just like they should. Something awful always happened when your people showed up here, with Olivia taking a bullet last time, but you never would have known that by how Carl was acting. 

Deep down, he understood that you were on the wrong team, that you were bad news and that what he wanted was never going to happen, but he couldn’t force himself to care. No matter how hard he tried, those butterflies in his stomach wouldn’t let him hate you. 

The fact remained, as bad as they were, raid days meant that he got to see you again and it was hard to be angry with you so close. 

After all this time, he was determined to make up for the way he’d acted last time. He didn’t have any game, far too preoccupied with how stunningly beautiful you were, but now, he was much more composed. 

It would go better. 

He was going to make sure of that. 

Now, while Carl was sure that you must have hated him after how that day had gone down, that couldn’t have been farther from the truth. For some reason, the strange male had made an impression on you and you couldn’t shake him either. 

That was why you were putting in so much extra effort today as you got ready to go out for the raid. While you understood that extra effort in the apocalypse was basically just brushing your hair and cleaning the dirt from your face, you did it anyway. 

As soon as you found out that Negan decided to go with Simon for the pick up, you were practically buzzing with excitement. You only ever really left the compound with Negan by your side, and when he went, you usually got to tag along.  

It was how he kept you safe without having you stuck in the sanctuary all the time. 

You were almost ready to go when you heard a knock at your bedroom door, spinning around to find Negan there, waiting for you. You took that to mean that they were all packed up and ready to go, and you were more than okay with that. 

The sooner you left here, the sooner you would get to see Carl again. 

“What’s up with you?” Negan wondered, taking note of how different your appearance was than normal. You had a pep in your step as you gathered your jacket and tied the lace of your boots a little tighter, and when he stopped to think about it, you had lip gloss on. 

He didn’t even know you had lip gloss until right now. 

It was no secret that you liked raid days and getting out of the sanctuary but he had never seen you like this. You were smiling so big that he briefly feared that you would tear the skin of your cheeks if you kept it up. 

It was nice, in a strangely alarming sort of way. 

The man had a soft smile on his face as he watched you, only stepping back when you made your way through the doorway, closing your bedroom door behind you. “Nothing, I’m just ready to go” you grinned, taking his hand in your own and swinging it back and forth between you as you made your way out to the trucks. 

Whatever was going on, it was definitely strange. 

Though, it was nice for him to see you in such a good mood, so nice that he didn’t even bother to scold you when he caught you drawing little doodles on the fog of the truck windows. 

That had always bothered him, but right now, he was much more preoccupied with what had brought on such a drastic mood change in you. For as long as he’d known you, you had always been more on the moody side, even when you were happy, but all traces of that girl were gone in favor of whoever you were acting like now.

“You’re sure there’s nothing going on. You’re giving me the fucking creeps kid” he joked, only half kidding as he watched you from the read view mirror. Maybe you had woken up on the right side of the bed or something, but it was odd for him. 

Negan knew you pretty well, and he liked to look after you, but because of that, even the slightest changes in how you were acting was strange to him and this was something else entirely. Eventually he had no other choice than to chalk it up to a girl thing that he could never hope to understand and move on.

You offered nothing else, your mind far from the saviors compound as you thought through what it would be like to see Carl again after all this time. It had only been a few weeks but it felt like a million years as far as you were concerned. 

It would be nice to get to spend some real time with him, especially because you didn’t get to do that with anyone else your age. There were very few kids at the sanctuary and those that were there were either far younger than you or didn’t want anything to do with you. 

That was the worst part about being so close to Negan. No one else was, and it made you sort of an outsider to the rest of them. 

It would be a lie to say that it wasn’t nice having someone interested in you, in whatever way he was. You weren’t stupid, you didn’t go around stalking people you weren’t interested in, but you also weren’t sure how you felt for him. 

You didn’t believe in love at first sight, that was for sure, it wasn’t a thing. In fact, at this point in your life, you weren’t even sure if you believed in love at all. You had kind of given up on that completely when you watched your parents being devoured in front of you. Even when Negan and his men had rescued you, you didn’t believe it. 

It just wasn’t something that survived in a world like this one. 

Still, it would be foolish to ignore the fact that you felt something when you looked Carl in the eye. He was just so adamant about knowing you, about knowing something as simple as your name, and you had never experienced that before. 

No one had ever cared about you that much, not in the way Carl clearly did. You had grown up in this, just like he had, and romance was the farthest thing from your mind in all that time. 

Despite that though, when you pulled up outside the gates of Alexandria, there was an unfamiliar nauseous feeling swelling in the pit of your stomach that you couldn’t shake. You couldn’t help but wonder if this whole thing was a mistake.

Maybe Carl didn’t have any feelings for you at all? Maybe he hated you like you should have hated him? Maybe you were going crazy? What you were doing was certainly dangerous and stupid and you had no way of knowing if it was actually going to be worth all the risk.

It didn’t make any sense that he might have, the two of you were on opposite sides of the same war, those things didn’t exactly breed romance.

Even with all those things considered, you took a deep breath and hoped down from the truck, that distinct imprint of your boots left behind you in the mud. He was nowhere to be seen, and you didn’t exactly want to make it obvious that you were looking so you stayed back for a bit, standing alongside Negan as he dealt with Rick.

It was sort of strange, looking at Rick and trying to find some resemblance to Carl. They shared the same nose shape and kindness in their eyes, though Carl’s gaze was much more hardened than his fathers. They also spoke the same way, with the same conviction that was hard to find in people now.

You just wished you knew where he was. 

Even after Negan had finished up a long chat with Rick in the streets, out in the open where Carl could have seen you if he wanted, he was nowhere to be found. 

You thought that maybe he was avoiding you, and that he didn’t really want to see you in the first place. Maybe you had simply convinced yourself that he did out of desperation? It wouldn’t have been the most outlandish thing you had ever done.

In reality, that couldn't have been farther from the truth, not that you knew that right now. 

The male in question had been simply mulling over all the thoughts in his head, silently willing himself to do something, anything, before the chance eluded him. 

He knew that you were bad for him and that what he was doing was wrong, he just kept repeating that to himself like a prayer but the moment your boots came down on their soil, no longer could he focus on anything else. 

Perhaps it was hormones, or maybe it was the fact that he’d only ever known a few other girls in all this but every time he laid eyes on you, his mind went completely blank. An effect that didn’t lessen even a bit through his bedroom window. 

Fortunately, just as you were just beginning to fall into a quiet and indifferent self-loathing, Carl turned up. He wore a stern look on his face as he approached until he saw you standing beside the man he so despised, at which point his gaze only hardened. He hated seeing you with Negan. 

The man served as a constant, gut wrenching reminder of what he couldn’t have and why.

In a perfect world, he would have found you some ring in a crackerjacks box and handed it to you on the bus just before getting off. He would have pinned over you quietly for years in silent desperation before finally working up the courage to ask you on a date. He would have come to pick you up, and your dad would answer the door, strong and intimidating but friendly after a few minutes. After making small talk, you would come down the stairs looking better than ever but this wasn’t a perfect world.

The world you lived in was raw and chaotic and dangerous.

There was no place for teenage drama or sappy romance anywhere in there. Sure, Glenn met Maggie in the apocalypse but after everything they’d been through together, look how that turned out. It was hardly the awe inspiring example he would have liked to have lived up to. 

You stood there for a moment, sneaking glances at the boy across from you before you finally decided to go for broke. It was risky, and would probably backfire on you, but if you did it soon enough, it wouldn’t have been nearly as suspicious. 

“Hey Carl” 

That was all you had the courage to muster up at that second, giving him a small nod and a smile that Negan didn’t miss. 

He didn’t care, of course, not really just like you didn’t care too much if he saw you. Negan may have acted like your father and you knew that he cared about you like he was, but technically, he had no real control over what you did. 

...And right now, all you cared about was Carl

The young boy was still wracking his brain to think of anything clever he could say to you, but the moment was taken from him. Instead, all he could do was give a painfully awkward little wave back which prompted Negan to speak, a huge smile on his face. 

“God Damn, did you see that Rick? I think it’s love” Negan hummed, chuckling to himself as he looked between you both. He was only kidding of course, but it did seem like the perfect way to get back at Rick if he ever got out of line. 

Taking away his kid in the name of love to live at the Sanctuary with you, hell…why hadn’t he thought of that?

There was a reason he kept you around, you were a smart cookie.

As soon as he said it, you instantly felt like climbing into a hole, regretting everything you’d done prior to this moment in all your life. It had been an awful idea to try and flirt with him in front of Negan and the others but it didn’t seem to matter. It had already happened and there was no taking it back now. 

If nothing else, you could use Negan’s crude nature to your advantage.