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Would you write one with Carlxreader?

No sorry <3

I can only see him as a kid so I just wouldn’t feel very comfy.

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Cocky Little Bitch

Carl Gallagher x Reader

Requested by: @gayqueerthatsit

Warnings: smut (18+), swearing, semi-public sex, etc.

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“Shit.” Carl grabbed your hips, pushing himself deeper into you. “So good for me baby, so good.” He mumbled into your neck, biting and sucking, listening to you moan, and writhe beneath him. Your thighs wrapped around him, as he thrust harder than before, hitting a spot inside of you, that you didn’t know you had. “Not cocky now, are you princess?” He rocked back and forth, sweat gathering on his brows, lacing your bodies. Your legs began to tremble, profanities spilling out of your lips, back arching. “Fuck, cum for me baby.” He told you. “Cum for me.” The noises coming out of your mouth made his eyes roll back, pushing in and out of you slower, an infamous pit growing in his stomach, in a way that his own hands couldn’t muster. The pleasure was overwhelming, veins throbbing as-

“CARL GET YOUR ASS UP! BREAKFAST!” Fiona called up the stairs. Carl suddenly shot up out of bed, drenched in sweat and a hard-on between his legs. He groaned, wiping a hand across his face, realising it was only a dream. He slammed his head onto the pillow, angrily. “CARL!” He heard again. “YEAH, FIONA GIMME A MINUTE!” He replied, not even attempting to hide the frustration in his voice. He was flustered and he couldn’t stand it. “WE GOTTA GO SOON!” He didn’t bother with a snarky reply, too overwhelmed with his own frustrations to give a shit.

He rubbed his eyes and sat up, weighing out his options. His head had already made that decision, hands practically tearing off his boxers, quickly working on his issue. His hand moved up and down, angering himself with the way his movements could not compare to yours, despite being a complete and utter fantasy. Spilling allover his hands, he could all but imagine your lips wrapped around him, his cock buried deep inside of you while you pleaded for mercy through that egotistical little mouth of yours.

He rushed to show and dress himself, obviously repeating his ritual under the running water, couldn’t help but imagine fucking you under it. Today was going to be the day. He iterated to himself, over and over again. Today was going to be the day that he silenced that cocky little mouth and fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk. (Consenting, of course). Whether he had to drag you into the janitors closet, or tear your clothes off in the middle of first period. Today was going to be the day.

Carl practically shovelled his food into his mouth, ignoring the grimace he received from Fiona, who was just tying to clean. “Bye, Fiona.” He grabbed his bag, which consisted of: pens, his unfinished homework, and almost a million condoms. “Woah, woah we ain’t leaving for another...” Fiona looked down at her wrist, as of looking for a non-existent watch, then back to Carl. “Where you going?” She wasn’t stupid, sometimes he wished that she was. “He’s got a dick appointment with the class president.” Debbie said nonchalantly, biting into her toast an porting an orange juice for herself. Fiona cocked an eyebrow, tearing his bag away from it - pouring the contents onto the floor. “(Y/n) (L/n) is gonna fuck you?” She asked, not believing a word either of her two younger siblings were saying. “Well, I’m gonna try to-” He replied, hurrying to re-pack his bag. “Get outta here.” Those were the only words he needed to speed out of the house, towards his school.

—

He was frustrated. How dare you jog around the gym, those stupid fucking shorts hugging your ass, and that top had to be at least two sizes too small. You looked more fuckable than ever, and Carl wasn’t doing anything about it. Coincidentally, your guys’ gym teacher had left seat, leaving you to lead your class with the lesson. You blew your whistle, but Carl would have preferred it to be his own. “GALLAGHER GET YOUR KNEES UP, WE AREN’T RUNNING A MARATHON!” You shouted at him, sparking a laugh from your peers. But it only angered Carl more, on how he would love to shut your mouth, so you would stop running it.

You carried on yelling at them until Carl just snapped. “Do this.” “Do that.” Like you were queen of the fucking world. He balled his fists tightly. “Gallagher.” Your voice pulled him out of his thoughts. “Help me with the basketballs.” You told him, as there were four bags and were unable to carry them all yourself in one trip. “What’s the magic word?” He smirked wildly, and toy shot him an annoyed look. “Now.” Shit, how he was going to shut you up.

You opened the doors to the equipment room, switching the lights on, heading towards the basketballs when you heard the door shut behind Carl. You suddenly felt arms against your shoulders, roughly yet still gently being pushed and pinned to the wall behind you. “You’re a cocky little bitch, aren’t you?” After catching your breath, you could hardly talk, only stutters and splutters spiking from your dumbfounded lips. “Cat got your tongue?” He taunted, teasing you by pushing his body into yours. You whimpered slightly, a warmth growing in your stomach. Carl leaned forward, lips brushing against your own before he pulled back. “Can I?” He asked, you nodded. “Words, baby.” You whined are his comment. “Please,” “Not so boss now, are you?” He said, kissing you roughly before you had the chance to reply.

Before you knew it, you were both stripped of your clothes, dying for the release of each other. He pulled a condom from the pocket of the disgraced shorts on the floor, slipping it on. Your entrance was throbbing screaming at him for a source of pleasure. “You sure?” “For fucks sake, yes!” He instantly pushed himself inside of you, the pain not being an issue as your walls were coated in your own wetness. “Shit.” Carl grabbed your hips, pushing himself deeper into you. “So good for me baby, so good.” He mumbled into your neck, biting and sucking, listening to you moan, and writhe beneath him. Your thighs wrapped around him, as he thrust harder than before, hitting a spot inside of you, that you didn’t know you had. “Not cocky now, are you princess?” He rocked back and forth, sweat gathering on his brows, lacing your bodies. Your legs began to tremble, profanities spilling out of your lips, back arching. “Fuck, cum for me baby.” He told you. “Cum for me.” The noises coming out of your mouth made his eyes roll back, pushing in and out of you slower, an infamous pit growing in his stomach, in a way that his own hands couldn’t muster. The pleasure was overwhelming, veins throbbing as he cummed.

“You’re mine now.” He informed you, listening to you giggle against him, before your eyes widened. “Shit, the basketballs!”

- REQUESTS ARE OPEN -

[ammesaep]

TWD Preference - How they fall in love with you...

Negan -

Negan would fall in love with you during his first visit to Alexandria. He’d flirt with you a little bit but actually get to know you because he hasn’t felt this strongly about someone, even his wives. “Well, well, we’ll, look at you! Where have you been all my life, beautiful? What’s your name, sweetheart?”

Rick -

Rick would fall in love with you after seeing how well you get along with Carl. He didn’t think he would love another woman after Lori but you changed his mind. He’d get the courage to ask you out one day. “I didn’t realize how good you were with kids. I could use your help more often, if you don’t mind.”

Glenn -

Glenn would fall in love with you after saving him from walkers. He’d have butterflies in his stomach everytime he saw you after that. He hadn’t ever had such feelings for someone before. “Y/N! Wow, you look really beautiful today. Uh...I mean you look....nice.”

Aaron -

Aaron would fall in love with you when he first sees you in the barn with Rick and the others. When he gets some alone time with you, he tries to get to know you a little bit. He’s a little shy and awkward at first but you help to release the tension. “Uh hello. What’s your name? I’m Eric..Uh..I mean Aaron! I’m Aaron.”

Daryl -

Daryl would fall in love with you when you joined Ricks group and introduce yourself to him first. He couldn’t help but enjoy your company with your wonderful personality. He couldn’t help but start to fall in love with you. “I ain’t ever met someone like you before. I like you Y/N, I really do.”

Eugene -

Eugene would fall in love with you when he realizes how much you both have in common. He felt happy to have someone to talk to about his interests especially since he felt a little bit like an outcast. He felt more comfortable around you and eventually developed feelings. “Y/N! I’m really happy to see you! I’ve been thinking about you all day! Oh uh, I mean...”

Carl Grimes -

Carl would fall in love with you when he meets you at Alexandria. He hadn’t met a girl his age for the duration of the apocalypse so he couldn’t help but have a little crush when he met you. He would try to impress you only to get teased by Michonne and Rick. “Oh this? That’s just my missing eye. Pretty badass right?”

[scooby-nubie]

Operate - Carl Grimes X Reader

**Requested by Glitter-bear-bear: Can you do one where you're like 2yrs younger than Carl and he's really protective of you. That would be great.**

Warning: None, a lil fluff :3

A/N: Here ya go :D

Operate - Carl Grimes X Reader

It has been a couple months since I met Rick Grimes and his group of people, most of them are very welcoming. But, Rick's son that is two years older than me who's name is Carl he hasn't really talked to me. I don't know if he hates or something its just the fact he always gets protective when other mean kids pick on me. Just for being younger and shorter, I have always been smaller. Older and bigger kids at my school bullied me a lot just for being different.

I wake up on the top bunk of my cell, I weakly roll over to face the doorway seeing Kyle. One of the many kids who bully me, menacingly standing there with crossed arms. Like he has been waiting for me to wake up, come on man it's too early for this.

"Kyle go away and leave me alone," I grunt, my voice still raspy from waking up.

"It's too early for you to beat me up. I haven't even got changed yet." I scowl, crawling down the shaky bunk ladder.  

"If you did anything around here you would have been up already, but you don't you free load. Being too small and weak to do anything helpful." Kyle snarls stepping forward, I back up against the sink raising my arms ready for a blow then closing my eyes.

I tense for a hit only for nothing to happen, I open my eyes seeing Carl holding onto Kyle’s thick wrist. Stopping his fist from reaching me, my ocean blue eyed hero walks past him getting between my bully and me.

"Kyle leave now before I do something rash." The sheriff's son threatens, tightly squeezing Kyle's wrist before he starts to bend his fist backward towards my bully's forearm.

"Let go freak!" Kyle yells in pain, he tries to hit Carl with his other arm only for the young Grimes to move out of the way, letting his fist hit the bricks behind him.

Kyle cries out gripping onto his now broken hand, "You both are freaks of nature!" sir Grimes tilts his head like his father.

"At least I'm not a bully to picks on someone smaller than me, I just fought someone bigger and won. If you bother Y/n again you will answer to me and my father." Carl voice thunders, making my blood run cold.

Kyle runs away leaving me and my hero alone in my cell, Carl turns to me before he can even say something I wrap my arms around his waist. He tenses up before he relaxes and hugs me back, I back away looking at him.

"Thank you, sir Grimes." I say humbly, "It's no problem, I feel like I should have ripped Kyle a new one. I saw him harassing you since you got here and it was getting under my skin. I couldn't ignore it any longer." Carl looks to the gray floor.

"You started to grow on me also... I have grown to like you. You're too sweet and cool not to like." Carl blushes, I feel my cheeks warm up.

"I like you too. Even though I thought you hated me." I answer reassuring him, "What do we do now?" I ask gazing into his bright baby blues.

"I don't know but I have an idea." My little sheriff says before he looks back up to me, he leans in kissing me lightly and leans back.

We both giggle and blush, this is going to be the start of something good.

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OMG GUYS IM FREAKING OUT HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE AHHHHHHHHHH

[alyssa-grimes-bitch]

Hey :) I just wanted to say I love your writing and I’ve read all of ur fics by now lmaooo, but I was wondering if you could do a carlxreader where he teaches the reader how to shoot a Gun and like they go out almost everyday to practice and when the reader finally gets it he’s like really proud of her? can u tell I’m in love w him? haha💞🤍

Thank you so much ahhhh I'm so sorry it took me so long I wanted to make sure my first request was absolutely perfect. It's super sweet.

Pairings: Carl grimes x reader

Warnings: guns

I walked down the street just looking for something to do. That was the worst part about living here; being so safe meant there was nothing to do. 

"Hey," I said. 

"Hey, (Y/N) Carls looking for you," Michonne smiled. 

"Oh, where is he?" I asked and she motioned behind her. " Thanks." 

I walked a bit until I saw the old sheriff's hat in the distance. 

"Carl," I called,  he looked up at me and smiled. 

"Hey, (Y/N) you ready to do some gun practice?" He asked and my face fell. 

"We've had gun practice every day for a week!" I groaned and Carl laughed. 

"So? You're close I can feel it," he smiled and I melted. 

"Fine," I sighed. "Let's go." 

Carl kissed the top of my head and grabbed my hand. He led me to the same place in the forest we've been practicing for weeks. 

"Remember what I told you," Carl whispered, placing his hands on my shoulders. 

"I know," I said, raising the gun. 

I fired a shot and completely missed. I grunted and sighed. 

"It's no use Carl, I'm no good with a gun," I sighed and Carl grabbed my shoulders. 

"I know you can do it," he whispered. "Try one more time and if you get it you'll get a surprise but if you don't then I guess we'll try again tomorrow." 

I narrowed my eyes to him, "You drive a hard bargain." 

"Just one try, you've almost got it," Carl said and brushed his lips against my cheeks. 

My cheeks turned a bright shade of pink as he leaned away. 

"Okay," I sighed. "I'll try one more time." 

I raised the gun and took a deep breath while focusing on the target. I fidgeted for a second before squeezing the trigger. The bullet hit the target dead center. 

"I did it!" I screamed and jumped up and down. 

"Yes you did," Carl smirked and grabbed my waist. I was so close to him I could feel his breath on my cheek. "I'm so proud of you."

"So about the surprise," I said and Carl didn't respond. 

He paused before leaning down and placing a small kiss to my lips. I ran my fingers through his surprisingly soft hair and pressed myself against him. We were sitting there for a second when we heard a twig snapping. We immediately split apart and saw Daryl standing with some squirrels.

"If you want to make out, find another part of the forest," Daryl scoffed and I laughed. "And tell Rick he's taking my watch tonight." 

I laughed again as Daryl walked away from us. 

"That was eventful," I smiled and Carl wrapped his hand around my waist. 

"One more," he pulled my chin up to look at him and pressed another kiss to my lips. 

"There's always room for one more," I smiled as he led me back to camp. 

[thewalkingdead-imagines]

Hey, how are you? Can you make a imagine of the last chapter of TWD, about Carlxreader? You know, sad and show all the drama of Carl's bite, thx xx

Hey, yes that’s going to be very sad but I’ll definitely write it :)

[imaginesbabe]

First Love CarlXReader Jessie’s 1k Writing Challenge

This is my first one-shot ever and I am so excited to be posting it! Hopefully, you guys will enjoy it. This was written for @grimes-slut ‘s writing challenge. Congratulations on hitting 1k, doll, you deserve it!

Prompt: “Song of your choice” Chosen song: ‘Hey Jude’ by The Beatles

Plot: First loves can happen where ever and whenever. For Carl, his first love happened when he arrived at Alexandria and met a young girl. But not everyone can accept their feelings easily. As Rick watches his son struggle with his feelings and opening up to a stranger. He can’t help but hope that Carl won’t turn away. 

Warnings: None

World Count: 2345

Alexandria was becoming their home. Though there were some doubts amongst the group, it was becoming clear that everyone was growing comfortable with the community. Well, everyone except for Carl. Rick had noticed his son’s edge. The way his sharp eyes watched everyone and everything. Rick knew that his boy was waiting for this haven to fall, just like the many before it.

But then Carl met her. (Y/N) was one of the citizens of Alexandria. She was a sweet girl, Rick would even go as far as saying that there was something innocent about her. She seemed unscathed by the harsh world around her. That was rare to come across and Rick believed that her good nature could have a positive effect on Carl. She could bring some optimism to Carl’s life. She could make him see that there was still some good in the world, you just have to look for it. All Carl had to do was let her in.

‘Hey Jude, Don’t be afraid

You were made to go out and get her

The minute you let her under your skin

Then you begin to make it better’

The only problem was it appeared that he wanted nothing to with (Y/N). Carl would go to extra lengths to avoid her. If Rick didn’t know any better, he would’ve believed his son hated the young girl. But with all the times he caught Carl sneaking obvious glances at (Y/N), he knew that wasn’t the case. His boy was simply keeping a distance to ensure that he could never get attached. Carl had lost a lot of people in his life. People that he cared deeply for. Opening himself up again would mean if something happened, when something happened, Carl would only get hurt again.

Rick wanted to intervene. He wanted to sit his son down and talk to him. Tell him that it was okay to open up to her, to go out and get her. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. It was Carl’s job to realize it on his own. So Rick sat back and continued watching. Hoping that his son would take action soon before he missed the chance.

Rick began to notice subtle changes in Carl as the days continued to go by. His son was beginning to acknowledge (Y/N) whenever the two crossed paths. Some days he would give her a faint and brief smile, other days a simple nod of his head in her direction. They were small actions, but actions nonetheless and Rick was so grateful that his son was showing some change. Rick believed that it wouldn’t be long until Carl let down his defense.

As days slowly turned to weeks, Carl had formed a friendship with the young girl. Though Rick had been hoping for it, it still came as a bit of a shock to him when he walked out the front door to see the two teens sitting on the porch steps together. He took a moment to properly introduce himself to the girl and had to fight back the smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth. Not wanting to make anything awkward for his son, Rick told Carl where he would be and walked off. Words couldn’t even describe how happy he was.

(Y/N) seemed to always be at their house in the days that followed, not that Rick minded. The father would often sit in the kitchen and eavesdrop on the conversations. It was wrong of him, yes. But hearing his son talk like a kid again put a smile on Rick’s face. The way Carl and (Y/N) talked was so natural like they had known each other for years. Rick really believed that things were looking up for his boy. Unfortunately, things couldn’t stay good forever.

‘And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain

Don’t carry the world upon your shoulders

For well you know that it’s a fool who plays it cool

By making his world a little colder’

There were many differences between Carl and (Y/N), the biggest one being their outlooks on life. (Y/N) and her family had found Alexandria during its starting days so she never saw how dark the world had become. She had been sheltered, living in a community where everyone knew each other and were friendly. She didn’t understand how dangerous people had become outside the walls of her society. So when Carl told (Y/N) about the people he’s killed she didn’t take it well.

She asked Carl how he could have the ability to take someone’s life and when Carl explained to her that he had to she didn’t believe him. (Y/N) argued that there were other ways of defending yourself that didn’t revolve around killing an opponent. Something in Carl snapped after that statement. He told her that in their world it’s either kill or be killed. When (Y/N) tried to argue against it, Carl, in a fit of annoyance, called her naive and stupid and said that if she didn’t change her way of thinking then it won’t be long until she’s killed.

(Y/N) left without a word.

‘Hey Jude, don’t let me down

You have found her, now go and get her

Remember to let her into your heart

Then you can start to make it better’

Rick had been downstairs when this argument took place and noticed (Y/N) leaving the house. He smiled, ready to say goodbye to her but when he noticed the hurt that was evident on her face he stayed quiet. Once she walked out the door Rick waited a moment before going up to see his son. He knocked on the bedroom door and waited for a response. When none came Rick opened the door, wide enough for him to stick his head through, and saw Carl sitting by his window, staring out.

He asked his son why (Y/N) had left so early and why she looked so upset. Carl’s answer was brief and it became clear to Rick that the two had a falling out. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and approached his son. Carl’s gaze never left the window and Rick realized that he was staring off into the direction (Y/N) had walked off in.

“Why don’t you tell me what happened.”

Rick listened to his son talk. Took in everything he said. He could see where Carl was coming from. Everyone in Alexandria shared the same views as (Y/N) and Rick was still in the process of trying to change the way they saw things. He, himself, had taken direct approaches to point out the flaw in the thinking of the Alexandrian people but didn’t believe Carl should do the same, especially to (Y/N). He didn’t want to risk Carl messing up a relationship that was just beginning to bloom.

There was a moment of silence between the father and son. Rick took the moment to study his boy for what seemed like the first time in a while. Carl no longer had that sharpness in his eyes that he had grown used to seeing. Instead, it was replaced with raw emotions. Sadness. Fear. Vulnerability. He looked like a little boy again and Rick just wanted to reach out and hold him. But that’s not what Carl wanted. He wanted advice so he could make things right again. So Rick said all he could say.

He told Carl that he and (Y/N) lived two different lives throughout the outbreak. (Y/N) was sheltered and protected, she believed it wrong to kill people because she’d never been put into a situation where killing was the only option of surviving. She didn’t know what it meant to survive. He told Carl that since he has lived through the struggle of having to survive it was in some sense his job to protect her. She would eventually come to realize that Carl was right but until then he’d have to be patient with her.

‘So let it out and let it in, Hey Jude, begin

You’re waiting for someone to perform with

And don’t you know that it’s just you, hey Jude you’ll do

The movement you need is on your shoulder’

After his talk with his father, Carl knew that he had to apologize to (Y/N) but the girl had disappeared inside of her house and refused to see him. He couldn’t force her to talk to him so he decided it would be best to wait. If she wanted to talk to him she would.  He just hoped that it would be soon.

A few days had gone by and Carl had yet to hear from (Y/N). He was beginning to believe that he had lost any chance he had with her. As he sat by his bedroom window thinking about their argument for what seemed like the hundredth time, something outside caught his attention. He came out of his thought and focused on the man that was rushing down the street. He wore tattered clothing and even from a distant Carl could see the grime that covered his face. Something in the man’s hand caught the sun’s reflection, and after staring at it for a moment Carl realized that it was a machete.

Carl had almost forgotten what surviving felt like. The adrenaline that kicks in right when things start happening. The thoughts that race through your head while your heart beats a mile a minute. The strange calmness that manages to wash over you because though the situation may be deadly, you know what you are doing. When Carl watched the man’s machete slice through his neighbor’s body, all of those things came rushing back to him. In a strange way, he was glad to be feeling these sensations again because it felt like him. But then reality kicked in when he remembered (Y/N) was out there defenseless.

He came rushing down the stairs as the screams of innocent people filled the air. As he reached the first landing he spotted Carol who earlier had been working in the kitchen. From the look on her face, it was clear that she too knew what was happening. Carl notified her that he had seen everything from upstairs and that the unknown attackers were coming from all over. He had taken another step down when Carol told him something he didn’t want to her.

“You have to stay here-”

He shook his head, dark hair swaying by his shoulders as his mind once again turned back to (Y/N). The idea of her being out there alone with no way of defending herself terrified him. Like his father had told him, he had to be there for her. To protect her when she needed protecting. And so as he descended the rest of the stairs he told Carol that he couldn’t stay in the house, there was someone who needed his help. Before the older women could protest, Carl was out the door.

He didn’t focus on what was going on around him, he drained out the screams and cries for help. He had a goal, and his goal was to get to (Y/N)’s house. She would be there, he was sure of it. And if she wasn’t then he wouldn’t stop searching until he found her. He just hoped that when he did she would be alright.

There had been times in his life where Carl had been absolutely terrified. But none of those moments could compare to the terror that he felt when he finally reached (Y/N)’s house. Lying face down on the front porch step’s was (Y/N)’s mom. Her clothes and hair soaked in her own blood and the front door of her house kicked open. Carl felt like the wind had been knocked out of him and he almost tripped over his own legs as he stared at the sight in front of him. His throat tightened with each long step he took towards the house and he had begun preparing himself for what awaited him inside.

Carl was prepared for a lot of things, but what he actually saw caught him by surprise. The moment he stepped into the house he saw a still tidy living room, the only thing unusual about the area was the large bloody boot prints that trailed into the kitchen. Carl raised his gun as he slowly inched towards the room. He came to a quiet stop by the doorway and listened to see if anyone was still in there. No noise came from the room and Carl took a step forward.

Unlike the living room, the kitchen was upturned. Cooking ingredients and dishes scattered around the counter. On the floor, behind the island, was a puddle of dark red liquid. Carl’s throat tightened up again and his eyes grew watery. He took hesitant steps towards the blood once again trying to prepare himself for what he was going to see.

The body was completely mutilated, multiple stab wounds on the chest, neck, and face. No one would ever be able to recognize who this person was before they were attacked. And sitting next to the body with her legs pulled up to her chest, her forehead resting on her knees, and her hands covered in blood was (Y/N).

Carl let out a gasp, startling the girl, as he dropped down to his knees sliding in front of her. She was shaking, her eyes red and wide. The moment she looked at him (Y/N) began crying and curled around herself again. Seeing the most vibrant and full of life girl cry was heartbreaking and Carl didn’t know what to do to comfort her.

“You have to be there for her when she needs you.”

His father’s word echoed in his head. Without thought, Carl reached out and embraced (Y/N) in a tight hug. She shifted in his hold before wrapping her own arms around him, her hands hanging on to his shirt desperately, like if she let go he would disappear. They stayed like that until her crying subsided to mere hiccups, and even after they continued to hold one another.

‘Hey Jude, don’t make it bad

Take a sad song and make it better

Remember to let her under your skin

Then you’ll begin to make it better’

“I didn’t want to do it,” (Y/N) finally spoke up. Carl’s eyes shifted to the large body that still laid next to them. He felt (Y/N)’s body once again begin to shake in his hold as the memories replayed in her mind. “I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there to protect you,” Carl said quietly as his arms tightened around her. “But I promise you, from now on I will always be by your side.”

A/N is it lame that I also used the lyrics in the one shot? Oh well, when I was writing it I had broken the story up using each stanza so I figured it would be good to keep them in the final work. It works in my eyes but who knows. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed it ~

[beezywriting]

Hey, how are you? Can you make a imagine of the last chapter of TWD, about Carlxreader? You know, sad and show all the drama of Carl's bite, thx xx

I am great thank you! I would love to! I have not watched the episode yet (but have read all the spoilers of course) but I plan on watching it tomorrow. I love delving into all the sads! 

[twdfanfics]

Promise?

Request: Yes, @thedeucechick

Heeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy can you do a CarlxReader where Reader is depressed and Carl ends up accidentally hurting her and the end is a soft smut?? thankss..if not its okai

WARNINGS: DEPRESSON (?)

Words: 840

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You sit in the window of your room, staring out. There are people bustling about doing different jobs. You see Sasha heading over to the guard tower, ready to take her shift at keeping a lookout while Abraham comes back from his own shift. Maggie is in the farm, checking on the plants and picking what’s ripe to bring it to the pantry.

You want to be out there with them. You know that you should be, too. It’s just that recently you’ve had zero motivation to do anything. Even finding the energy to go downstairs to eat has been hard, but you do it to make sure nobody worries about you too much. Other days usually aren’t this hard, but today everything is hitting you harder than before. Nothing you say to yourself gets you out of the spot you’ve made for yourself next to the window. If people understood, they’d be proud of you for even just crawling out of bed.

There’s a loud knock on your door that makes you nearly jump out of your skin. Before you can even call out “Who’s there?” or “Come in,” Carl comes walking into the room. He seems irritated and you already know that it’s because of you. You and Carl are usually on watch together--the two of you practically do everything else together, too, so it was the obvious choice. You also believe that Rick just doesn’t want you to be alone, so he sends Carl there with you.

“Why aren’t you up? C’mon, we’re supposed to be at the right wall in ten minutes!” his tone is harsh. It makes you wince. Even when you’re not feeling so down like this, you hate it when people use a tone like that with you. But now and from Carl no less? It makes you want to curl up and disappear forever.

“I was getting ready,” you mumble. “I’ll be there.” He rolls his eye and shakes his head, unbelieving. He walks forward and grabs your arm, prepared to pull you right out of your seat and out the door in just the clothes you were wearing when you went to sleep.

His hand wraps around your wrist and he yanks you hard. A yelp escapes your lips as you trip out of your chair and fall onto your knees. You bite your lip as you fall on your wrist and pain erupts from it.

“Oh, shit, y/n,” Carl says, his tone suddenly soft and quiet. “I’m sorry, I don’t--”

“It’s fine,” you say, cutting him off, your voice cracking like it always does when you’re about to cry. “Just leave so I can get dressed, okay?” He offers to helps you up, but your push his hand away, getting up by yourself, sending an ache of pain through your wrist. “Carl, leave.”

“No, y/n,” he says. “I’m sorry. Just forget about guard duty today.” You shake your head, but your mind is telling you to just do it. You know that you’re not going to last long today. It’ll be best for you to just stay here. Plus, you’ve now got to get your wrist checked out. Carl notices you holding your wrist and you can see pain flicker in his eyes. “Come here. Please.” You see the plea in his eyes and give in.

He sits down on the bed next to you and takes a look at your wrist. He moves it around a bit and you pull it back, not letting him mess with it more than he already has.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. You nod, not really believing him.

“Just go away.” You lay down on your bed and stare up at the ceiling. Carl still stays on the edge of the bed for a few moments before climbing up next to you. He starts to kiss your wrist than slowly makes his way up your arm. You don’t look at him, trying to ensure that you won’t fall for his extremely cute tactics. He makes his way to your collarbone and you falter for just a moment, but Carl sees and you can feel him smile against your skin. He continues up your neck, biting you here and there, til he makes it to your lips. By that point, you’re trying your very hardest to at least not look at him, seeing as you failed at the “no smiling” part.

“You still want me to go away?” Carl whispers. You feel his warm breath on your skin and it sends chills through you. “Are you not going to answer me?” He slides an arm over your waist. His warm hand rests on your hip.

“No,” you say, a smirk on your lips. He rolls his eyes and sits up, holding a hand out for you. You give him a questioning look.

“We do still have guard duty,” he says. You pout and turn away from him. “We can always come back later.” You smile and climb off the bed.

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

[spklance]

I'm back!

sorry guys! I did not mean to be gone for so long! I'm not feeling the best right now, so fanfics and stuff will most likely be up more often till I feel better! I think you guys liked the last carlxreader I made, so I will write the next chapter of that, I also need requests, so please do that so I can write more! love you guys bye!

[multifandom-imagines5]

Do you mind doing a busty reader imagine haha. With all the back pain trouble and the weight slowing you down while running and bumping into stuff with your boobs and such. Preferably CarlxReader(they just met) Or maybe Negan where she's insecure because she thinks she looks fat. Thank you!

Sure, lovely! 😘😘

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Stay.

Carl Gallagher x Reader

“Fuck, baby.” Carl fell next to you on the bed - breathing heavily. It was a continuous cycle of fucking at each others house and then the other would leave, not a word spoken about it. You hated it. And truth was, Carl hated it too. He wanted so badly just to hold you close and kiss you and cradle you into his arms until you fell asleep with him. Not just sex. (Although it was good sex). You both couldn’t get enough. Telling yourselves that this was the last time. But you kept going back for more. The more you fucked, the more that your consciousness ate you up inside - the desperation for each other growing relentless.

Your eyes opened gently, to stare up at the boy - a sheen of sweat covering his body. His face lit up as the lighter lit his cigarette, pulling you close and puffing out after a large drag. He inhaled it deeply, connecting eyes with you as he leaned in, pecking your lips hungrily. You were once again intoxicated by the lust that this man gave you, as he exhaled the nicotine into your mouth.

As he looked at you, all that he could think about was how badly he wanted you to stay. Fiona loved you, Debbie loved you, heck the whole family did, even the grumpy old asshat that came back after getting thrown out of another woman’s house. But he couldn’t find the words. ‘Fuck, (Y/n), I just want to cuddle you and kiss you and protect you and fuck you so hard that you can’t walk, and everyone will know it was me. That those hickey’s on your neck are mine.’ Was that what he was supposed to say?

But Carl was stubborn. All Gallagher’s were. Including you, as you might as well include yourself as one at this point - the amount you were at their place. Carl had a reputation to withhold on the streets, give that up for some whore? No way. But you weren’t a whore. You were his slut, his whore, his baby - sure. But out of the bedroom (or countertop depending on how desperate you both were), you were just his (Y/n). The girl that wouldn’t even glance at him in the hallways. The beauty that sat in front of him in maths. The gorgeous girl that had him wrapped around her little finger and she didn’t even know. He was yours yet neither of you were conscious enough to figure that out. He was confused by you. But he fucking knew that he wanted you to stay, even if that meant yet another round two.

As you began to stand up, you were pushed back down, and found yourself once again beneath Carl Gallagher. But this time, he was gentle. He discarded his cigarette on his bed-side table, leaving yet another mark. He wrapped his hands around you. And he rested his head on your chest. “You ain’t leaving this time, baby.”

(Requests are open - I’m literally begging my inbox is dry and empty asf. 😩😩).

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Oh

Request: Yes, anon

Could u do a CarlxReader where Negan thinks he can win the reader over bc he thinks she's hot and wants her as a wife (even if she is pretty young and already with Carl) but he finds out that she's soo in love with Carl (and in vice versa) that Negan literally doesn't faze her at all? Could U make Reader funny and sarcastic too?

WARNINGS: SWEARING

Words: 662

Sorry I haven’t been posting. this time for real I promise I’ll be posting at least once a day again

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“You’d make a beautiful wife, ya know? Young, pretty, smart from what I can see, and sarcastic as all Hell.” Negan’s voice resonates in your head days after he’s said it. Days after he’s killed two of your friends, both you considered family, but one you considered to be like a father to you. “Come on back with me. You can live a lavish life under my roof. Giving me a little something something in return, of course.”

“Y/n,” Carl says, resting a hand on your shoulder. You jump, not realizing that Carl had walked up and was standing behind you. “Jeez, didn’t mean to scare you.” He lets out a small laugh and wraps his arms around your waist. “Negan is here.” You dread the words before they even come out of his mouth. You’d knew he’d pull something like this, coming early.

With a shaky breathe you compose yourself, making sure to calm yourself before stepping out and going to look for Negan. He’d requested you go see him when he came and you doubted that he’d just let you off of that request. It’s best you go find him then he find you by killing someone or just tramping through the houses.

“Well, well, well,” Negan booms when he sees you walking towards him, Carl by your side. You make sure Carl’s fingers are intertwined with your own, giving reassurance to each other that they’re there for the other. “Glad that you remembered to come and find me. I really didn’t want to go and have to find you myself.”

“Wouldn’t want all that trouble for little ‘ol me,” you say cooly. “You’ve seen me, right? I can go? Because all you asked for was to see me and, well, you’ve seen me.” Negan’s smile falters for a moment and you can tell you’ve gotten under his skin just a little bit, but then he lets out a loud laugh.

He turns to his men, telling them to go and keep taking half of everything and everything from the armory. You wait, less than patient, for Negan to stop commanding his troops and turn his attention back to you.

“I love that mouth of yours! And I bet future serial killer right here does, too.” Carl doesn’t say anything and neither do you.  He’s starring Negan down with the same look you once saw Rick wear. That was before Negan broke him that night. “You two still together, right?” Carl moves his and from yours and wraps it around your waist, pulling you into him. “Oh.”

“Oh, is right,” you say. “I’ll never be one of your wives, Negan. Nothing you could ever give me would make me feel as happy as I am when I’m with Carl and this group. Nothing.” Negan drops his smirk, not saying anything for a little.

“You two come with us on my grand tour of this place,” is all he says. You both do as you’re told and follow him through Alexandria. Negan keeps looking back at Carl and you while going through, not focusing as much as you believe he should be on everything else.

He keeps trying to get a reaction from you. He’ll make comments about your appearance, how you’re smart for sticking with this group, or responding to your sarcastic comments with his own. Nothing he does changes your opinion of him or makes you want to leave with him anymore. Even when he describes to all of you what he has back at the Sanctuary. No Carl, no Rick, no Michonne, no deal.

When it finally comes time for Negan to go, you and Carl haven’t let go of each other the whole time.

“You and Carl…” Negan says with a chuckle. “Keep future serial killer safe for me. I’ve got plans.” You furrow your eyebrows, not understand. What plans? “Goodbye, y/n.” You watch as the trucks pull away, terrified of what will come next.

[the-walking-trash-can]

Little Girl? - Part 2

Hey guys! Sorry for the long ass wait, I've been really inactive lately due to two deaths in the family. A lot of shits been happening in my life and I lost inspiration for a bit, but it's come back, so here's part 2 to Little Girl.

Enjoy!

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"Rick?"

"Yes, Y/N?"

"Is it safe where we're going, now?"

"Yeah, it is."

You were in the truck with Rick and the other survivors you'd recently met. They had saved your lives and they were even being generous enough to bring you back to their camp, where they had food, water and supplies. They even mentioned a few other children there who would be excited to meet you, especially two little girls called Eliza and Sophia. You were a little embarrassed to meet them; all you had on was your sleeping shorts, a grimy shirt, muddy bunny slippers and an equaly dirty bathrobe. And let's not forget your teddy bear, Mr Snuffles.

You giggled as Glenn, one of the friendly survivors, drove past in a red and black sports car, the alarm going off loudly and him whooping like he was having the time of his life. "At least someone's enjoying themselves..." Mr Morales muttered from his seat next to Rick.

Eventually, we made it to the camp and the truck rolled to a slow stop. Nervousness filled your stomach at the thought of meeting new people. What if they were mean? What if they kicked you and Rick out? What if Eliza and Sophia didn't want to be your friends? Mr Morales got out of the truck and Rick followed, lifting you out from your seat since it was quite the amount of distance between the truck and the ground that you were carefully placed on.

"Amy!" the woman you now knew as Andrea ran up to her sister, a pretty young girl with straight blonde hair, hugging her tightly and kissing her face.

"Papi!"

"Daddy!"

Two small children and a woman ran up to Mr Morales, embracing him tightly. You watched as families reunited with slight jealousy. You'd never see your parents again. You'd never see your family again. But you were forced to watch everyone be all happy and tearful while you were still broken. "Helicopter boy, come say hello!" Mr Morales yelled to Rick. You grabbed onto his hand tightly and he smiled reassuringly at you, tugging you along as you walked towards the group of people who watched you curiously.

"Dad? DAD!" suddenly, a young boy came running up to Rick, a large grin on his face. You stepped to the side as you watched Rick's face fill with disbelief, and then absolute joy. They embraced each other tightly as they cried, a woman with long brown hair soon coming to join them. You felt more than a little awkward watching the family reunite, but you couldn't help but smile. On your way to the city, Rick had explained to you that he was searching for his wife and son and that when you did find them, you'd be a new edition to the family. He had described Carl to you, saying that he was a happy boy who always smiled through the hardest of times. He had promised the two of you would get along.

"Lori, Carl, I want you to meet Y/N," Rick said finally releasing them. You felt your face heat up as Lori and Carl looked at you with very different expressions. Lori seemed sad to see you in the terrible state you were in, a motherly look in her brown eyes. Carl, however, looked incredibly excited, barely even noticing your current state. He had a new play mate. "I found her, just before I met the others. She was all on her own, so I took her in. I want-"

"So you're my new sister? Cool!" your face nearly burst into flames when Carl ran up to you and hugged you. "Thanks for bringing my dad back," he whispered to you. Awkwardly hugging him back, you responded, "I didn't do anything, your dad saved me,"

"Y/N, right?" Lori kneeled next to you, taking a tight hold of both of your hands. She smiled warmly and you were reminded of how your mother used to smile at you. "As far as I'm concerned, you're part of my family."

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"Y/N, do you think these would fit you?" Sophia ran up to you, a pile of neatly folded clothes in her arms. Dale introduced you to all the other children and you and the blonde girl hit it off almost immediately. She was pretty and shy, but she quickly grew comfortable with you. "They should, I think," you said, taking the clothes from her. You knew they would be a bit baggy, considering that Sophia was quite tall for a ten-year-old girl, but anything would be better than your ruined bed clothes. "Good, I can come down to the river with you so you can wash up if you want? Don't worry, no one else is down there," she said.

"Okay, I'll just tell Rick where I'm going," you said, running over to the dark-haired man.

"Rick, I'm going down to the river with Sophia to get washed up," you said, smiling shyly at Carl and Lori. "Just to the river, alright?" he said. You nodded quickly and scampered off to Sophia, following her to the fresh-water stream. "So how did Mr Grimes find you?" she asked.

"I was alone for a few days. My mommy and daddy got bit by the monsters, so they didn't make it. I was just wondering around and then Rick saw me and told me he was a cop, and then I went with him," you explained.

"Would you have gone with him if he wasn't a cop?" Sophia asked curiously. You shook your head.

"No, probably not," you said. You were at the stream now and Sophia kept guard as you washed the shocking amount of dirt and dried blood from your body and hair. Finally, you got changed into the denim dungaree dress and pink long-sleeved shirt along with the pair of shoes she'd given you. You had no idea how Sophia could be so nice to someone she barely knew, but then you realised it was probably because of her parents. You hadn't met them yet, but you could only guess they were nice people if they raised such a sweet daughter.

"I'm done!" you yelled and Sophia turned around.

"You look cute," she smiled, making you smile in return. Together, you walked back to the camp quickly, as it was quickly darkening and the dark honestly terrified you both. "Wow, you look like a new person," Rick joked as he saw you, making you giggle.

"They're Sophia's," you said.

"She's super nice, isn't she?" Carl said, making said girl grin brightly. So far, you were really liking it here. Sophia was all smiles and sunshine, Carl was as friendly as ever and Lori kept on smiling warmly at you. You could really see a potential future with these people.

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"Do you like comic books?" Carl asked excitedly. Darkness had fallen over the camp and everyone was gathered around a large fire, eating dinner and talking amongst themselves. Rick and Lori sat on a log behind you and Carl, Rick having his arm protectively wrapped around his son and Lori playing with strands of your hair. "I never really read comics about superheroes, but I always read manga," you said.

"Manga? What's that?" Carl asked.

"Did you ever watch Pokémon? Or Dragon Ball Z?" you asked. You watched as Carl's face lit up with excitement and he nodded eagerly. "Well, manga's like the illustrated adaptations of them. Kind of like comic books, in a way, but you have to read them back to front." you said.

"Back to front? Why?" Carl asked.

"Because that's how they read in Japan," you informed, feeling smart for your little knowledge of anime and manga.

"That's so cool! Mom, can we move to Japan?" Carl asked. Lori cracked a smile.

"Maybe one day, sweetie. For now, we're staying in Atlanta," she said.

"Aww," you and Carl said in unison, disappointed.

"Who's your favourite Pokémon?" Carl asked.

"Pikachu!" you exclaimed. Carl crinkled his nose.

"Pikachu? He's so mainstream! I like Charmander better," he said.

"Yeah, but..."

Rick and Lori listened into your conversation fondly, happy with how well the two of you were getting on. "You made the right call," Lori murmured to her husband.

"With what?" he asked quietly, for he was listening to their debate on whether or not Pidgie the Pokémon was useful, and they had some pretty valid points. "Y/N," Lori whispered. "You did the right thing, bringing her here. She's a sweet little girl,"

"Yeah...I'm happy I found her, too." Rick said.

"No, that's a lie! How dare you insult Jigglypuff?" you cried.

"I didn't, I just said Bulbasaur's cooler," Carl stated. Your jaw dropped and you looked to Louis, Mr Morales' son for help. "Louis, who's cooler - Jigglypuff or Bulbasaur?" you demanded.

"Jigglypuff is for girls, it's pink," he answered. His sister shrugged.

"I've never watched Pokémon," Eliza said, playing with her doll's hair.

"Told you," Carl said smugly. Your only response was poking your tongue out at him playfully.

"Alright, you two, get ready for bed," Lori chided, patting your backs. You both groaned and began to complain. "But it's too early!" Carl said.

"I'm not sleepy!" you said.

"Guys, you won't be able to wake up tomorrow. Bed, now. Carl, show Y/N where our tent is, okay?" Lori said, a note of finality in her tone. Huffing, Carl stood up and you did the same. "Goodnight, everyone," Carl said and you waved to say the same. Everyone bid their goodbyes and Carl led you far from the fire and to a large blue tent. He unzipped it and crawled in, turning on a lamp so there was a dim light. I went in after him and blushed when I saw there were only two sleeping bags.

"I'm guessing my mom and dad are sleeping together, so we can share," he said casually. You were more than a little awkward sharing a tight space with a boy, but he didn't seem to mind so you forced yourself not to mind. Carl squeezed into the red sleeping bag and you squished yourself in after, zipping it up at the side and laying as still as ever.

"Aren't you sleepy?" Carl yawned, squirming to make himself comfortable.

"I thought you weren't," you giggled, remembering his defiance to go to bed a few minutes ago.

"I thought so too, but now I am...It must be because you're so comfy," he suggested, wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling into you more. Your face felt very hot, but you just shook it off and allowed him to cuddle with you. "Thanks," you said, your lids beginning to feel heavy.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Thanks for bringing my daddy back home," he murmured, half asleep.

"Goodnight, Carl."

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"Y/N! Wake up, let's go play!" you were shaken to attention the next morning, peering through your eyelids to see none other than the energetic brunette boy hovering over you, an excited smile on his face. "Huh? Carl, I'm sleepy still," you moaned, but sitting up and rubbing your eyes nonetheless.

"C'mon, Mom said we can go play in the woods!" he said, as if he was trying to tempt you. You really wanted to roll over and go back to sleep, but you didn't want to disappoint your new friend. "Okay, let's go," you agreed, you and Carl leaving a sleeping Rick behind in the tent. The boy led you over to the edge of the where the camp met the treeline, Sophia, Louis and Eliza already standing there, waiting. "I got her!" Carl called out.

"Finally," Louis said, rolling his eyes.

"Good morning, Y/N," Sophia greeted quietly, Eliza waving at you as well.

"Hi," you said.

"What game we playing?" Louis asked.

"Can we play hide and seek?" Eliza asked, but Sophia shook her head quickly.

"That's dangerous! I don't wanna get lost in the woods," she said.

"Baby!" Louis sang, taunting Sophia.

"Don't make fun of other people!" Carl chided, glaring at the younger boy.

"How about tag?" you tried, gripping onto Mr Snuffles.

"Who's it?" Sophia asked. Carl grinned and pointed a finger at everyone in turn, including himself while chanting, "Eenie, meenie, minie, moe! Catch a tiger by the toe! If it hollers, let it go, eenie, meenie, minie, moe! My mother said to pick the very best one and you...are...IT! EVERYONE, RUN AWAY FROM ELIZA!"

You all shrieked with laughter and ran away from the Hispanic girl, who chased everyone with equal enthusiasm. "Sophia, I got you! You're it!"

Unfortunately for you, you was right next to Sophia when she got tagged, so you were next. You eventually caught up to Carl and tapped his shoulder lightly. "You're it!"

This went on a cycle for a while, and you were having so much fun, you didn't realise how deep you were going into the forest until it was too late. "Carl, no fair! I got you!" Louis exclaimed. Your friend stuck out his tongue playfully and ran away. "You'll never catch me alive!"

Naturally, you all followed Carl, until he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Sophia asked, but then you caught sight of what was before you.

One of the monsters knelt with its back towards you, the corpse of a buck under it. You could hear the gushing wet sounds of meat and guts being devoured and the hungered snarling of the creature.

You screamed in absolute terror.

Everyone ran away but you were frozen in fright. Carl gripped your hand, trying to tow you away from the scene as you continued to cry and scream. "Dad!" Carl yelled, desperate for help. "Mom! Come on, Y/N, we gotta go!" he shouted. All you could do was cry louder when the monster turned its head towards you, attracted by the noise. Finally, you could move your feet again and ran away while holding onto Carl's hand, screaming and sobbing.

The other children shouted for their parents and you all met them half way, each and every adult looking scared beyond belief. "Carl, Y/N! Are you both okay?!" Lori hugged you both and wiped away your tears. "There-there was a monster out in the woods!" Carl explained shakily.

"Did anyone get hurt?" Lori asked, her voice becoming higher. You shook your head.

"N-no, Carl made sure I didn't g-get hurt," you said, voice muffled by the woman's shirt. Lori cradled you both close as the men killed the walker, not wanting you to see the violence. "We should take the children back to camp," Jacqui suggested, and the other mothers agreed in a heartbeat. You were all ushered back to the RV, where you were told to sit and play in there.

"They never come up here," Sophia whispered, hugging her knees to her chest.

"Why now?" you asked, (e/c) wide and fearful.

"I don't know," Carl said. "But the more important thing is, what are we supposed to play now?" you almost laughed at how distressed the boy sounded over the fact they could no longer run around. "What about I Spy?" Eliza suggested.

"That's boring," her brother commented.

"You got any better ideas?" she demanded, and he shut up immediately. So there you sat for the next half an hour or so, playing the undeniably boring game until you heard shouting from outside the RV.

"You mean to tell me, you left my brother handcuffed to a roof and LEFT HIM THERE?"

You all jumped and looked out the windows nervously, to see a fight unfolding between an unknown man and Rick. Eventually, words were spoken and the man seemed to calm down some, though he looked really sad. You then remembered that he was probably the brother of the man Rick left on the roof back in the city and felt guilt consume you. Sure, you hadn't done anything to him personally, but you felt as if you could've done something to make it better.

A while later, Rick, Glenn, T-Dog and Merle's brother came up with a plan to go back and retrieve the man. You were happy that no one else had to die, but you were also afraid that not everyone would make it back. Lori wasn't all that enthusiastic about the idea either, but once Rick had set his mind to something, there was no stopping him.

And so, the next morning the four men took the truck and drove off into the city in sear of Merle Dixon, praying he was still handcuffed to that roof. "I want you kids to stay nearby, okay?" Lori ordered, you and Carl nodding quickly. She didn't want another incident like yesterday. No one did.

"What should we play today?" Eliza asked, sitting cross-legged on the dirt in plain view of the adults.

"Can we play with our dolls?" Sophia asked excitedly, eyeing your Mr Snuffles and Eliza's red-headed fabric doll. You grinned at the idea, but Carl and Louis automatically shied away. "Well, you girls do that. We're gonna go..." the Hispanic boy looked around frantically for an excuse.

"Help Jacqui! We're gonna go help Jacqui! Bye!" the two took off and left the three of you laughing. Sophia, Eliza and yourself all had wild imaginations and so when they were put together, Mr Snuffles was no longer a simple teddy bear, but a magical space guardian of Princess Galatica, also known as Eliza's doll. You went all out, imitating their voices nad making them run around. The adults couldn't help but chuckle when they overheard some of your conversation, reminiscing in their own youthful days.

Andrea and Amy came back, carrying a huge amount of fish on hooks. The other members of camp applauded them. "Would you look at that!" Mr Morales walked towards the two girls, graciously taking the fish from them. "Thanks to you, my children will eat tonight!"

"Thank Dale, it's his boating gear," Andrea said, grinning.

"Mom, look! Look at all the fish!" Carl was tapping Lori on the shoulder, pointing excitedly at the salmon. "I know, sweetie, I can see," she laughed as he poked the dead fish with wide eyes. "Where did you learn to do that?" she asked the sisters.

"Our dad," Amy answered casually, taking a sip from her water.

"Can you teach me how to do that?" Carl asked hopefully.

"Sure! I'll teach you all about nail knots, and stuff!" Amy answered, earning an amused look from Andrea. "What about us, Amy?" Eliza asked.

"Yeah, can we learn too?" you added.

"I'll teach all of you kids, don't worry!" the blonde girl laughed. "Just ask your parents fir-"

"Papa!" Eliza looked at her father, who nodded at her. Sophia swung her head around.

"Mommy?"

Carol threw her a thumbs up. "Of course sweetie,"

You almost looked around in search of your own parents, but then you remembered that they were gone. Your bottom lip began to tremble and Lori, along with the other adults seemed to notice this. But before they could offer any comforting words, you promptly burst into tears. Carl was by your side in a second, wrapping you in a hug. "Aw, what's wrong, Y/N?" Sophia asked, rubbing your back as Eliza looked at you in concern.

"I-I want my mommy and daddy b-back!" you sobbed, voice muffled by Carl's shoulder.

"Oh, Honey," you suddenly heard Lori's voice and she wrapped both you and Carl in a motherly bear hug, stroking your hair. "I know it hurts and I know they're gone...But you have a family right here," she whispered.

"We'll look after you!" Eliza said, offering a gentle smile. Their words made you feel slightly better, but there was still a hole in your heart. "Y/N, if it makes you feel any better, I'll kiss a fish!"

Carl's random statement made you halt your crying and look at him in question. He had managed to get up, pick up a salmon and sit back down next to you. "Wha?" you asked, wiping your tears.

"I'll kiss a fish! It'll be funny!" he cheered, holding the animal up to his face. Lori bit her lip to hold back laughter and the other children began to giggle. You allowed a smile to form on your face. "You don't have to-"

"Nonsense!" and with that, he planted a firm kiss on the fish, only to gag and throw it to the floor, coughing and spluttering while wiping  his mouth. "Ewwww! It's all gross!"

You began to laugh hysterically, tears of sadness becoming tears of laughter. "You feel better now?" Lori asked. You nodded. "Yeah, I'm okay."

"Hey, Dale? When was the last time you oiled those fishing rods? They were a disgrace!" Andrea joked as the elderly man appeared, but he looked far from amused. He had a look of worry on his wrinkled face and his brown eyes looked around at everyone. "I...Don't mean to alarm anyone, but...we may have a bit of a problem."

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Joe, an older member of the group, had what the grown ups called sunstroke. I meant he wasn't able to think straight, so he needed to have a time-out by the tree. He was behaving quite erratically, which scared you children, but that didn't stop you from having to do the school work Carol made for you.

"Sorry if I scared you kids," he apologised from his time-out area. "The sun just cooked my head, is all."

"You had sunstroke, nobody's blaming you," Lori smiled at him.

"You kids aren't stills cared, are you?" he asked apprehensively.

You, Sofia and Carl all looked at each other before shaking your heads. "No sir," you said. Joe smiled and nodded. "Joe?" Dale asked. "Did you have a reason for digging so much?"

"I did, can't remember it." Joe said, but quite rushed. He then looked down and sighed, then saying, "It was something I dreamt last night." he looked at Carl. "It had you and your dad in it. You was worried 'bout him."

Carl looked fairly shocked, but then glued his eyes back to his work. "Are you worried 'bout your dad?" Joe asked. Carl shrugged, answering in a  quiet voice. "They aren't back yet..."

"We don't need to talk about that," Lori said pointedly to Joe, patting her son's back. Joe ignored her.

"Your dad's a police officer, kid. He helps people - probably just came across some folks that need help, that's all. That man, he's tough as nails. I don't know him well, but I can see it in him. Am I right?"

Joe looked up at Shane who nodded. "Oh, yeah."

"Ain't nothin' gonna stop him from getting back to you and your mom, I can promise you that."

There was a moment of silence, and then Shane spoke again. "Right, who wants to come help me clean some fish?"

"Sweet! C'mon, guys!" Carl said, shooting up and dashing after shane with you and Sophia hot on his tail.

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Neighbours

Carl Gallagher x Reader

I know this isn’t accurate - I haven’t *surprisingly* ever been in Juvie, so this is just based off of the character, and background, really. I know boys, and girls don’t mix in Juvie - just go with it.

“In.” I looked at the guard who pointed to a lone cell. I cocked an eyebrow. “In.” He reiterated I rolled my eyes, as I walked into the small, dull room. A female warden then came in. “Gotta do a pat down.” She said. And I huffed, praying she wouldn’t find anything.

I learnt my hands on the wall, as she used her foot to push my legs apart. “Kinky.” She rolled her eyes. The guard leant down, and her hands circled my ankles, receiving a scoff when she extracted a pocket knife. Then to my waist, where she found a pack of cigarettes. “No don’t take that shit!” I huffed. She stood back when she had finished. The door was locked behind her.

“She took your smokes?” A boy in the cell across asked, leaning against the bars - arms weaving around to support his weight. “What’s it to you?” I mimicked his position, watching as his plaited hair moved as he chuckled. “Gotta whole box in here.” He motioned to the room, behind him. “Don’t smoke.” I replied. “Then why’d you smuggle some in by your ass?” He eyed me. “One, weren’t up my ass. I have some class dipshit.” He shortly laughed, shaking his head. “And two, I have beef with some whore that slept with my ex. I’m the reason she’s in here, bought the slut some cig’s as a peace-offering.” He nodded along.

“So you’re being the bigger person?” I shrugged. “Pussy.” I scoffed. “Then why you in here, huh?” He licked his lips. “Aggravated battery. You?” “Drug and gun dealing.” I hummed. “Respect.” He laughed.

“So you didn’t smuggle smokes in by your ass?” He asked, after a few seconds of silence. “No?” I gave him a look. “How’d you get them in them?” He looked at me questioningly. I lifted my blue shirt only slightly, showing the top of my trousers. “Elasticated waste-band.” I said, pulling it - hearing the snap as it hit against my skin.

“I’ve got something else I could put in your ass.” I looked at him, eyes slightly widened. “The silence don’t mean no.” “The silence ‘don’t’ mean yes either, white boy.” “Do I really look that easy?” I asked, eyebrows raised. “Nah but I’m getting hard just looking at your ass in those pants, baby.” He ground his crotch against the bar. I rolled my eyes with a low, faked laugh.

The gum he was chewing smacked, as the bubble popped. “What’s your name, hot-stuff?” He bit his lip, offering a smirk. “(Y/n). (Y/n) (L/n) What’s yours, you horny piece of shit.” I added the last remark. “Carl.” “Carl Gallagher.” “White boy Carl.” I joked. “Decent nickname, but I think I prefer daddy.” He growled. “Okay tiger calm down.”

“They letting us out in five. Get two hours.” He gave a suggestive look with his eyes. “I’m not good for a quick fuck, Gallagher. If I was a hooker, I’d have standards.” I said, looking him up, and down - head to toe. “Ouch, princess. Don’t even wanna have a chat?” He shrugged. “Is your ass jealous, with the amount of shit coming out of your mouth?” I asked. “Woah! Woah! Woah! I’m just tryna get to know my sexy neighbour.” He smirked.

“I don’t wanna get to know mine.” I responded. “Gonna need some one to protect you, doll.” “I can protect myself.” “Yeah?” “Yeah.” “You, and what weapon?” I looked down at my feet, not responding. “Cat got your tongue?” I loudly exhaled at his comment.

“Fine, Gallagher.”

I heard a loud buzz, which I assumed meant that our break was about to commence. My door opened, as did everyone else’s on the cell-block.

He walked towards me, and squared up, looking down slightly at me. “But don’t think for one second that you’re getting into my pants.” I warned, pointing a finger, at him. He loudly, and quickly snapped his teeth, pretending to go to bite my finger - and I lowered it, shaking my head at the boy. “In my wildest dreams, hot stuff.” His arm making it’s way over my shoulder, glaring; at anyone who even breathed in our direction - trying to look at the new member, to the block. The guards slowly circling the grounds, like hungry sharks, tasers, and batons at the ready.

“You need a shower.” I told Carl, pushing his arm off of my shoulder, laughing a short, whole-hearted; laugh. “Care to join?” He offered. “Oh fuck you.” I huffed. “What time?” He winked, the same arm, going to encircle my waist. “You seem like a pain in the ass.” I told him, as we stopped, (in what I assumed to be), the courtyard. “Thank you.” He grinned.

For fucks sake, (L/n). Pull. Yourself. Together.