#ron anderson x reader

[lowkeyrobin]

TWD ; how you meet

includes ; carl grimes, enid rhee, ron anderson, & henry peletier

warnings ; language, mentions of cannibals, mentions of enid and the turtle

pronouns used ; you/yours

masterlist

CARL GRIMES

maggie, bob, and sasha picked you up on the road after the fall of the prison

you'd been surviving off the land all alone, any family and friends you had died long ago

kind of like an enid moment but you didn't eat a fuckin turtle

everyone reunites, and you're introduced to the others like how tara was after the (first) battle with the cannibal kidnappers

of course, being close in age really secured your friendship

you liked the same things, talked similarly, and even in the new world, shared similar goals and prioritized others over yourselves

your friendship lasted a long, long time

from confiding in each other to fighting together

doing everything together

whether the relationship is romantic or platonic, affection is always shared

both of you don't receive hugs, hand holding, skin to skin contact basically, all too much so yk

when you can, you guys just try and chill out together and whatnot

cuties

ENID RHEE

you were on the road with rosita, (your aunt) eugene, and abraham

when coming into alexandria, ron was showing you and carl around and introduced you two to enid and mikey

instantly made a connection with the girl

she was quiet but you understood her

you respected her silence and built a friendship upon it

she started coming out of her shell soon enough and you started to understand her more

fav hobbies would be staring out at nature and appreciating it together and reading comics

RON ANDERSON

you came in with Rick's group

at first you didn't like him because he and the rest of the community were so sheltered and oblivious

even though he started getting a little iffy w carl, you started to grow on him & stopped the little shit between them

it was mostly enid not deciding whether or not her and Ron were a thing and whatnot

but finally 🙏🙏🙏

even if the relationship is /p or /r, you guys are tight as fuck

you and Carl kinda drift away from each other cause new friends and whatever

plus everything w s6 drama and whatnot, talking to each other and shit was kinda rare

you and Ron mostly read comics together and walk around the neighborhood and talk

sometimes play video games

but it's so weird to you at this point where you start tweaking after a while

like, remembering you can play video games in the apocalypse fucks w you after a while

but besties frfr

HENRY PELETIER

you were with the saviours

but after their downfall and after Rick's disappearance, you become friends with him

he trusted you because you were close in age and he could tell you obviously never had a choice to go with them

but close to like beginning of after time skip in s9, you guys get close

lots of talking over walkie talkies and going on walks together

he tries to show you some moves with the staff

you teach him how to properly use knives and machetes

Daryl doesn't trust you for some reason but who doesnt he not trust???

anytime people bring up your ex-saviour reputation, he's there to defend you

pookie bears fr 🫶🫶

[riotlain]

HEYY!! Hear me out.. Carl grimes or Ron anderson x zombie male reader, Y/N is kind of a half zombie-half human being.

ive been wanting to do this kinda fic but i wasnt sure if ppl would want that💀💀

this may come out as incoherent bc im watching dhmis💀💀

anywyas you get both bc theyre both my bbgs

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Carl Grimes

Yall met in the prison

He noticed your slow talking and movements and just thought you were very tired at first

That was until he noticed a rather old bite on your arm

He didn't bring it up until later

You didn't really care about it ngl

"Oh yea... I was bit awhile ago.. haha"

Walkers don't really pay attention to you so you have a habit of running into full hoards just to get something you want

Youve scared him a good amount of times when you'd groan right behind him

Youve done this to almost everyone (Daryl has been the closest to actually murking you💀)

Carl has a habit of holding your hand now. He cant have you fully dying now

Has become good at treating injuries because of your habit to unintentionally get hurt

"How did you even get this cut on your leg??" "I.. fell on a rock I think.. Or it was something.. else?"

Carl does his best to help you when you feel like an outcast. He aint the best at it but he tries

He usually makes you focus on your breathing or your heartbeat to calm you down

Ron Anderson

Ron knew something was a bit off about you when you 2 first met

How you look a bit.... dead, the way you respond slower than the usual person, how you tend to bruise easily.

Ofc he didn't think too much of it

That was until he walked in on you changing and saw a rather old scar of a bite

He freaked out at first but after you explained everything he realized how it did kinda make sense

Becomes a lot more protective over you

There has been a few times where youve almost been shot by someone in Alexandria on your particularly tired days💀💀

Panics because of your high pain tolerance

"Heyy Ron" "Y/N YOURE ARM IS DISLOCATED!?" "Oh for real..?"

Whenever you feel like an outcast Ron usually takes you on a walk outside to clear your mind

He isnt too sure what to do when youre like this but he tries

[fields-of-grimes]

I’m not sure if this is where I ask for requests… but could you do a more weirder one where y/n is distant from everyone and Ron and Carl talk about her body and how she looks(in other words… what they would to to her- if she consented ofc) because she wears somewhat revealing clothing. if not that’s absolutely fine! :))))

Whispers | Carl Grimes

Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader (Kinda Ron Anderson x Fem!Reader)

CW: Mentions of smut

im gonna put my own little twist in this request

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Carl and Ron were sitting on the porch at Ron’s house looking at Y/N writing in her notebook.

“Carl man look at what she’s wearing. I bet those leggings make her ass look so good.” Ron said biting his lip. Carl narrowed his eyes at Ron before turning his attention back to Y/N. “Yeah and that crop top she has on looks so small on her, i could just fuck her right here and right now if she asked me too.” Carl said starring at you.

Ron chuckled slightly at Carl’s words. “Please bro if she’s gonna ask anyone to fuck her it’s gonna be me, the things I would do to her.” Ron said before gasping, “She’s getting up dude. She’s getting up!” He screamed smacking Carl’s arm.

You walked over to the boys, “Hi Ron, Hey Carl.” You said giving them a small smile before walking away. You felt their eyes on you so you decided to sway your hips a little as you walked away.

Carl gasped as you swayed your hips, he looked at Ron. "Dude she just swayed her hips for me, see I told you she wants me to fuck her." He said to the other boy who just rolled his eyes. "No she swayed them for me, she wants me to fuck her." Ron said to Carl.

Carl got up and walked after you. "Hey Y/N wait up!" He yelled. You stopped walking and turned around to face him. "Yeah what's up?" You asked the long haired boy.

"I uh i was wondering if you wanted to hang out?" He asked you, you sighed in response. "Sorry Carl i really just wanna be alone for a little." You gave him a small smile before walking away, you smirked and swayed your hips as you left. "By the way i do want you to fuck me and not Ron." You said smirking.

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[thatonelovingwalker]

Carl x Reader x Ron

Summary: You and Ron found a stash of weed just few miles outside Alexandria, and convinced Carl to join you both for a smoking session.

TW: Weed, suggestive themes, make out session, marking, shotgun smoking, Carl is inexperienced

You and Ron finally convinced Carl to leave his home and go to your hiding cubby just outside the walls perimeter. You and Ron had turned it into a cubicle with pillows, blankets, snacks, and a couple homemade weapons for when either of you needed a break from the new world.

Carl knew about it vaguely, but he had never set foot in it. When he did however, you could tell he was tense. The thought of getting high when something could go wrong nearly triggered a panic within him. But at the sight of the pastel plushies that you scavenged calmed him a little.

“Carl, it’s going to be okay. Y/N set little traps around the place. She’s actually quite good at it,” Ron assured Carl, motioning to a spot on the small love seat.

“Yeah,” was all Carl responded with, taking off his gun holster and hat.

Once the three of you were comfortable, you and Ron started rolling the joints. Ron took his time, and eventually had to take over for you. You had never done it before, and if it was too loose, you’d get more air than anything.

You turned to look at Carl from your spot on the floor. His arms rested on his knees while his head stood still on his knuckles. He was watching intently to Ron as he worked, observing the way his fingers moved naturally, gracefully, wrapping each thread of the herb with precision. Carl was entranced. It made you smile.

You had known for a while about Carls attraction, though he never said anything to you. It was easy to spot. You and Ron had talked about it, but he brushed it off.

“All done. Ready?” Ron asked.

“Finally,” you giggled, taking the smoke from Ron. Carl grabbed his hesitantly, holding it as if it were a disease.

“It will help you relax, Carl. I promise,” Ron assured before lighting his own. He took a deep drag from the smoke, letting it rest in his lungs for a few seconds before releasing it. He looked blissed out just from one pump.

Carl saw this and attempted to pull one before coughing it back up. His lungs weren’t used to it.

“Oh geese Carl. Are you okay?” You asked him, watching him double over. You rubbed his back gently.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to,” you said. You didn’t want to pressure him.

“I have an idea that might make it easier, Carl. Wanna try it?” Ron told him. Carl coughed one more time before saying, “yeah let’s try. It doesn’t taste so bad anymore.”

“Probably because you coughed it all up!” You giggled at him in disbelief. He smiled at you gently.

“Alright. If I make you uncomfortable though, tell me,” Ron’s words confused you and Carl both, but he nodded to confirm the promise.

Ron shuffled forward on his knees with his joint. He looked Carl in his eyes before taking his left hand, and dragging it across Carls chin, making their faces align. Their noses almost touching, Ron lightly breathed, “Open.” It was a silent command to Carl, and before he could finish, Carls mouth widened.

You could see that Carls breath was becoming heavy, making you feel something within. Something new. Ron turned to pull out another drag, then turned back, his eyes half closed, and nearly connected their lips to blow out the smoke.

Carl closed his eyes as he took in all the smoke Ron offered him. He did it so quickly that he jolted forward slightly, making their lips connect for a moment. Ron pulled back after a few moments, making sure Carl was okay.

He didn’t cough this time. His eyes were still closed as he released it all. It was one of the hottest things you’ve seen.

“Any better?” Ron asked, looking at Carl. His eyes pleading.

“Yeah…” Was all Carl could say. “Can we keep doing that instead, Ron?”

All three of you were high out of your minds, and you somehow ended up with your head in Carl’s lap, and Ron at his feet. You all were giggling and yapping at one another, bonding over the drug. It was always tense around them. Now it felt like home.

You were laughing at something Ron said when you noticed Carl looking at you with a dazed gaze.

“What’s wrong, Carl? Are you—”

“You’re so pretty, Y/N,” Carl sighed, bringing his hand up to wrap his fingers around a strand, tugging slightly.

“Carl?” Your breathing started to get heavy again, and you sucking in a breath before Carl bent down to kiss you.

It was short, but sweet. He tasted of weed, and you were sure you did as well. After pulling back from the peck, you forced your hands into his locks, pulling him back down. This time, the kiss was rough and needy.

While you and Carl were making out, Ron moved to to Carls left, watching with his mouth open slightly, taking in the view of his two crushes taking each others breath.

You both put so much into it that your lips started to bruise. Pulling back because you needed air, a string of saliva was the only thing still connecting you both. Panting, you felt his jeans below your head tighten, making you smile. He just sat there with dilated pupils as he whimpered slightly.

“What about little ol’ me, Carl?” Ron asked next to Carl.

Ron placed his arm around Carl’s shoulder and used his free hand to tilt Carls head to meet his. All they did was stare at each other for a while.

And then Ron asked, “Is this okay?” Quietly, gazing at Carls bruised, wet lips.

Carls shoulders sagged suddenly from need. Even though we had barely done anything, it was overwhelming for Carl. He whimpered a positive note, making Ron grin.

Slowly, Ron went in to kiss him. It was soft and gentle at first, but with the sounds Carl was making as you moved your head slightly to see better, you rubbed his jeans just right.

Ron took that chance to force his tongue into Carls mouth, making him jerk slightly. Ron moved with him, and you could see his eyes glazing with unshed tears. Ron devoured Carls moans as he stole every kiss from him.

You rubbed your legs together to try and get some friction, anything. You sat up, taking a seat on the other side of Carl, moving the collar of his flannel.

While Ron sucked the life out of him, you decided to give his neck some attention. Leaving wet kisses along the pale, untouched skin, marking any space you could reach, causing him to tilt his head to give you better access. The noises he made only encouraged you and Ron.

It was going to be a long night.

[carlgrimesloverr]

clean

carl grimes x fem!reader

summary : you were always there for carl, now it was his turn to be there for you.

takes place during : somewhere between s5 and s6

warnings : mentions of self harm, mentions of suicidal thoughts, mentions of attempted sa, mentions of death, lots of mental health talk, talk of relapsing

word count : 1,137 extra : this one is just really dark, really dark. and it talks a lot about possible triggering topics, so please do not read if any of those things could possibly trigger you!

it had been three weeks since you came to alexandria. three weeks since that awful night. three weeks clean. the burning feeling was still there. so were the thoughts that maybe you’d be better off dead. but he was also there. and hopefully, he’d always be there.

then it was four weeks - a whole month - clean. four weeks in alexandria. four weeks with him.

then it had been five weeks. then six. the seven. then it was two months.

judith was growing up, rick and michonne had something going on, carol was baking. the residents of alexandria were treating you and your group like you truly belonged. everything was going well.

then, ron’s dad died. and he got angry, he got really angry. he would rant to you for hours on end, raging at carl for ‘ruining’ his life. you weren’t sure if ron knew how close you and carl really were - how your moms were best friends in high school and got pregnant around the same time, how you watched carl grow up from the moment he was born (you were born just three days earlier and constantly reminded him), and how carl refused to leave you behind when the apocalypse started. maybe ron didn’t know, maybe he simply assumed you and carl were friends because you were in the same group together. or maybe he did know, and he enjoyed being the one to take up half your time, because you were the one thing he could take from carl.

you were able to contain ron, at least a decent amount. you stopped him from hurting people, mostly himself. you knew the boys would quarrel every chance they got though. you knew when they were in the garage they were fighting. you knew it all. but you didn’t know ron would snap. you didn’t know that walkers would break into alexandria. you didn’t know ron had a gun, and you didn’t know he would shoot carl. 

you didnt know you cared so much about carl. that he was the one reason you were able to stay clean for two months. but you did know he would get better, he always did. carl was the type to always bounce back, even if others couldnt. after that night… the night you found daryl… carl bounced back. you couldnt, but carl could. no matter how many times you showered, or took a bath, or went swimming, you were never clean enough. you could still feel his hands all over you.

carl thought he knew a lot, just like you. but he didn’t know the pain you were in. he knew when you were younger what you delt with, he knew that you weren’t always the happiest kid. but he thought you were getting better. you two celebrated two months being clean. 

he thought a lot of things. 

while he was getting better, though in pain, he made sure that he focused more on you then himself. you would do the same for him, that he knew for sure. 

another thing he thought he knew, but was so wrong about, was that you had moved past that night. he tried, he truly did. he could remember the fear he felt as if it was yesterday, but that was all he could remember. he blocked the rest out. he thought you had done the same. fear was something everyone had gotten used to the past few months, if you weren’t scared were you really human? if you weren’t scared, how different were you from the walkers?

you were scared. all you were was scared. carl knew that.

but he didn’t know that you weren’t two months clean. you weren’t even a week clean.

“carl?” your voice snapped him out of his daze, how long had he been drifting off? was he ever even asleep - hell, were you? there you were, lying in his arms, but he couldn’t even remember if you were sleeping or not. probably not, based off of the tone of voice you used. 

you had been crying.

“carl, are you awake?” you asked, and he could feel your body turn as you moved to face him.

“yeah, i’m awake. what’s wrong?” he asked, eyes softening as he recognized your puffy eyes and the redness around your nose.

“i’ve been lying. i’m just a big liar.” you sobbed, clutching his shirt as you cried harder while speaking.

“what? what do you mean?” he asked, eyebrows now furrowed out of confusion.

“i’m not two months clean - hell i’m not even a week clean! i try so hard to be clean, but i just can’t forget that night. that godawful night. i try so hard - really, please believe me, i do… but i just can’t.”

“it’s ok… you don’t have to apologize, and please trust me - i believe you. you know i’ll always believe you, right?” 

“why do ya believe me… always? darlin’… all i do is create trouble! it’s like im a walking bad luck charm.” you cried a little louder, and held onto carl a little tighter.

curse that accent you were slowly picking up from being around his father constantly, because if it weren’t for that accent he’d be able to think like a normal human being, and comfort you in the ways he knew you needed. but because of that damn accent, all he wanted to do was kiss his sweet, caring, and sad best friend and hold you as close and as tight as possible to protect you from all the bad in the world.

“i - how do i prove to you how much i care for you? how do i even begin to prove that as long as you’re not planin’ to hurt yourself in ways that you’ll never heal from, it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been clean?”

“it don’t matter?”

“no. as long as i wake up tomorrow and you’re breathing, it don’t matter. just please, next time you ever wanna hurt yourself, come to me first? let me help you. i know, you don’t think you deserve it, but i love ya. i need you safe. i think i’d go crazy if you weren’t here.”

“i promise..” you mumbled, slowly loosening your grip on carls shirt, though he tightened the grip of his arms around your waist, subsequently pulling you closer.

“get some sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow, okay?” he sighed before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

“okay” you murmured before falling asleep in the brunettes arms. 

it had been two months since you arrived in alexandria. two months since that wretched night. but 2 days clean. the burning feeling had subsided though. so had the thoughts that maybe you’d be better off dead. he was also there. he’d always be there.

[ghost-wysteria]

Y/n: There are over seven goddamn trillion nerves in the human body and somehow SOME people manage to get on every single fucking one of them.

.

Ron:...why did you look at me..

Carl: you know why ron..

[tenpintsof-sundrop]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Thank you so much for sending me this!

I am proud of so many of my fics and I'm not even fully sure how to go about this, so... I guess I will just make one rec from each of the fandoms I have written for?

(Warning for some blood in gifs below - but generally there is blood and violence in this fics anyway, so...)

From DC Titans:

No Place Like Home on AO3 - Gar Logan x Fem!Powered!Disabled!Reader x Jason Todd. Friends to Lovers. (Poly Soulmates). Smut, Angst, Hurt and Comfort with a Happy Ending. 90k across 7 chapters. When Jason leaves the Titans broken and battered, he gets set on a dangerous path. It's up to you and Gar, the two people who care about him the most, to bring him home.

Oh, another day on the assembly line, everybody better march in time,

Cause the factory don't care why, you been sayin' coulda, shoulda, woulda.

(There's no place like home. There's no place like home.)

If I could recommend one singular fic and say 'this fic encapsulates my style and summarises everything I am proud of when it comes to writing fanfiction' - this would be it.

I have so much to say about this fic and a lot of it I probably have already said it - but basically, this fic is the reason I started writing. I started writing long before I actually wrote this fic, but everything I have ever sought in terms of creative satisfaction came from this fic. This feels like my orgasmic climax in terms of creating things.

And if this fic is something I could be buried with, I would be proud. If this fic is something that people remember me for, I would be so fucking proud. (Which is not likely, because it's from a very small fandom and I know people are gonna remember me for fics from bigger fandoms that are way more popular, and I wish I could shove this fic in the faces of people who read my other popular fics and make them read it lmao.)

If for some reason I had to quit writing right now - I would be most proud of this singular piece. Especially because so much of this fic, the characters, and the dynamics has been inspired by my real life relationship with my lovers, and the reader character was inspired by my struggle with disability and coping with the loss of control as I became more disabled over time - but having my lovers there for me made that loss of control easier to swallow. It's about how trauma can ruin you and letting someone love you when you are broken is one of the hardest things you can do, but one of the most radical and most rewarding. If you ever liked my writing and my style, even if you don't like Titans - please go and read this.

From The Walking Dead:

(I know this gif is sad but it fits the fic so well.)

Hold Me Tight Or Don't on AO3 - Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. Established Poly Relationship. Smut and Heavy Angst (No Happy Ending). Set during Season 3, Episode 4. 7k (Oneshot). You are bitten by a Walker while trying to help get Glenn and Maggie to safety, and you are facing your last hours of life. And in those last hours, you only have one wish - to have sex with your partners one last time. Luckily for you, they would do anything for you, and they can’t help but to oblige.

Oh no this isn't how our story ends,

So hold me tight, hold me tight. (Or don't.)

This fic has had some more attention lately, since I have been wanting to write for The Walking Dead again, and I just really want to re-state - I fucking love this fic. This idea came to me so randomly and struck me like lighting and I am so happy that this fic came to fruition. This fic represents so many things that I am excited about writing - poly relationships, relating the themes of sex and death, sad endings (I weirdly prefer writing sad or melancholic endings instead of traditional happy ones).

I am really proud of this fic. If you can handle angst, you should go read it.

From Criminal Minds:

From Your Lips on Tumblr - Jennifer Jareau x GN!Reader. Established Relationship. Smut, Hurt and Comfort. Set during Season 2, Episode 15. 3k (Oneshot). After JJ is attacked by dogs on the Hankel farm, you take the time to check on her and distract her flustered mind with a loving touch.

So, most of my Criminal Minds fics have done really well and don't need to be recommended just because it's a really popular fandom, but JJ fics don't really do well? Idk why she's not a popular character?

But I love this fic. I had so much fun working on this fic, and working in the religious references and imagery from the show - this fic was just so much fun for me. And I think it needs more love.

From The Last of Us:

IFHY (I Fucking Hate You) on AO3 - Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader. Enemies with Benefits. Smut and Angst. Set during the main events of Part II. 8k (Oneshot). You and Abby truly hate each other. So when you find Abby handcuffed inside an elevator, instead of being kind and just letting her out, you make her pay a certain price for the key.

I fucking hate you - but I love you.

I'm bad at keeping my emotions bubbled.

You're good at being perfect, we're good at being troubled.

There are so many fics from TLOU that I loved writing and that I'm really proud of, but this one really caught my eye on the list. I love writing about conflict, and I really love writing reader characters who are so bitchy and just cause conflict. (Maybe it's because I'm so nice irl and I never cause conflict, I get out all my internal chaos in writing characters who shit disturb and cause chaos all the time.)

I loved writing this because it's so non-traditional. It's not sappy, it's not romantic - again, it has a really melancholic ending. The characters are so toxic for each other (which is also something I love writing - because it's horrible for relationships irl, but for fiction it's so interesting to explore and observe).

I think this is one of my best, most interesting fics and I really loved doing it.

From Harry Potter:

King For A Day on Tumblr - Poly!Golden Trio x Fem!Reader. (Fem!Reader x Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger). FWB to Poly Lovers. Smut (with slight Angst). Set during Deathly Hallows. 22k (Oneshot). While Horcrux Hunting with your closest friends, the dangerous influence of Slytherin’s Locket causes Ron to snap. And it turns out - he brings on something that everyone in the tent really needed.

You told me think about it - well I did.

Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.

I'm tired of beggin' for the things that I want.

I'm over sleepin' like a dog on the floor.

Imagine living like a King someday - a single night without a ghost in the walls.

I have spoken about this fic at length, and how this was a spirtual awaken for me - if No Place Like Home was a culmination of everything I am as an artist, then this fic is an echo of those things. Again, I fucking love writing about poly relationships - and I think this fic has one thing that was missing from No Place Like Home. And that is exploring each individual thread of a poly relationship and how someone interacts with each person in the relationship outside of the poly group functioning as a whole. That is definitely a strong suit of this fic.

Also it's amazing filthy nasty smut, which is something I love writing, and something I am really talented at.

From Stranger Things:

I'm Still Standing on AO3 - Nancy Wheeler x Fem Disabled/Chronically Ill Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Angst, Smut, (slight Fluff). Hurt and Comfort. Happy Ending. Set during Season 4. 37k across 3 chapters. You start having horrible waking nightmares, but you don’t want to worry your best friend Nancy by telling her. She’s already occupied trying to chase down a trans-dimensional killer wizard, and you are convinced that the two problems aren’t possibly related.

There's a cold and lonely light that shines from you,

And you wind up like the wreck you hide, behind that mask you use.

This fic is so interesting.

I wrote this fic shortly after Season 4 came out - and even though I had a few fics for Stranger Things that were pretty popular, everyone just collectively ignored this one? And I know for a fact that it is because Nancy is the love interest. I know that if I had picked Steve or Eddie as the love interest for this fic, then this fic would be just as popular as my other ST fics - but because the subject matter is so deeply personal, I connected with the scenes of Nancy kicking ass at the hospital and worked from there.

(And tbh, if I had to choose a male love interest for this concept, I probably would have chosen Billy, because I relate to him on so many deep personal levels.)

Literally everything in this fic is very personal to me - this is all about my own raw traumas. From the abusive father to the extreme medical trauma to the strained caretaker mother, to the older sister who distances herself from it all - even though this is set in the universe of Stranger Things - this is the story of my life. And idk if I would have wanted it to be a more popular fic, because it is so personal? But I am upset that I worked so hard on it and so many parts of it are so raw, and nobody really saw it. I am upset that I had the bravery to post something so personal and it was just - crickets.

There are so many parts of this fic that I am so insanely proud of. The horror sequences are something that I worked so hard on - not just with the emotion of translating my own trauma, but I wanted to make something honestly scary and I wanted to pay tribute to the tension and emotion and visuals of all my favourite horror media - including Stranger Things and the beautifully tense horror aspects of Season 4. And this is another fic that I feel truly, absolutely represents me as a person to my core. And I feel like it's worth reading if you wanna know more about me and who I am.

(And lastly)

From misc. horror fandoms:

No Brainer on AO3 - Derek Cho (Steven Yeun) x Fem!Reader x Melanie Cross (Samara Weaving). Co-Workers to Lovers. Smut. Based on the film Mayhem from 2017. 7k (Oneshot). When you are the last person alive with an elevator key that Derek and Melanie desperately need, you agree to make a trade. Turns out, when what you're asking for is a threesome - you don't drive too hard of a bargain.

This is one of my favourite fics of all time. This is proof that I do not write for popularity - this fic is written for a fandom on AO3 with a total of five fics FIVE (including mine) and 2 of them are about characters from other media experiencing the plot of this movie as an AU, and mine is the only fic that is x reader. So I didn't just fill a niche - I looked where there was no niche and I dug a hole.

But like - Steven Yeun. Yes, I fell in love with Glenn from TWD, but this is a movie where he is also covered in blood, and rather than being Glenn's meek, reserved self (which I love) - he is outraged and swearing and killing and it makes me foam at the mouth. And I am already in love with Samara Weaving from The Babysitter - so this is literally a killer combination.

My bisexual ass did not even finish the film before I was typing out this fic on my phone.

And I am so happy that I wrote it - because sometimes you just need a self indulgent, blood covered smut.

And you guys can read it too if you want <3

[hiro--aoki]

What Did I Make?

Daryl (talking to Carl and y/n): I'm not leaving or you'll two will start kissing again, and it's gross!

Carl: Buzz kill

Y/n: Party Pooper

Ron and Enid randomly poke their heads out of a box: Daryl! Leave, you're interrupting our favourite show!

[lowkeyrobin]

Ok I saw you asking for twd requests so here's one maybe like teens are having a camping or smth and they are just hanging out telling storys frim There own lives before it all went to shit

oooo okay!! I see the vision I see the vision I'm just not great at storytelling LMAOOO

TWD TEENS ; campfire stories

includes ; carl, ron, enid & henry

warnings ; language, death, talk of eating animals

masterlist

CARL

you guys were out for a couple day long run and set up camp at dawn

you guys were out with Aaron and Jesus but lost them a while back and your radios died so L

you just hoped the campfire would serve as a marker if they were near, they'd see the light or smoke and come to it thinking it was you guys

you eventually strayed into the topic of life before the apocalypse since you'd met Carl and his group on the road to Alexandria

you talked for hours how life was before and the struggles of life now

he talked about the hardships with trying to get over his mom's death, how he mostly taught himself how to care for Judith, the found family he'd lost along the way, how he couldn't convey emotions like a normal person and how he bottled them up until he exploded

you honestly felt the same way about it

lots of sharing stories about how you were just kids and how it really fucked you up in the developmental stages of your lives

it was probably 2am until you guys fell asleep

lots of bonding came out of that and learning more about each other

honestly one of the big moments in your relationship/friendship where you both open up and rant about stuff and just have the other back them up and shit

RON

the people of alexandria were hosting a little bonfire one night for a meeting

the adults were all talking and all the teens (kids were asleep by 11 or so) had their own separate bonfire

one by one some of them went back home to rest but you and ron were the last

he started it with the questions of how it was outside the walls and what it was like and shit

you obviously opened up, feeling heard by someone since you felt like the others who weren't exactly your age understood you

it was nice to talk to someone your age though, he didn't talk over you or try to downplay anything, he just listened

every once in a while he added a comment but his presence was really comforting and it just helped you spill everything out

everything you'd been feeling and holding in just kinda spilled out

and he was there to reassure you that nothing was wrong with you and that you have emotions that you're allowed to express and don't have to hold back

for a while he talks about his sheltered life behind the walls, but he does also have that sense of that "we were both kids and maybe I may have been more privileged than you, I still respect you and I feel for you" vibe

ENID

you were both out in the woods, having snuck out

you made a little campfire and everything

you were both feeling claustrophobic trapped behind walls and stuff so you did the only reasonable thing

she was the first to open up, trying to find a sense of reassurance in you

of course you gave her that because why not

she talks about the turtle thing while you relate, having to do the same with an already dead deer

bonding over trauma ✅️

you talk about memories of elementary school like field trips and recess and shit

and how the world ended at a perfect time to mentally and physically stunt your growth

you get into the psychology of it as well which is really cool

you also theorize what could've happened differently and stuff

HENRY

you were with Daryl, he was with Carol

after the little dinner and the adults having gone asleep, you started some small talk to try and get to know him better

he talks about his life before the apocalypse and how he lost his dad and his brother, stuff like that

he asks basically the same questions that you answer fairly similarly

I mean you guys would've been in kindergarten /1st grade so you talk about the little memories you had before the world ended

and how you looked up to 5th graders like they were gods and shit

reminiscing about trampoline parks

[themoonisdistantfromthesea]

(UPDATED) Fandoms and characters I will write for;

Harry Potter / FB (I do not at all support J.K Rowling

-luna lovegood

-ron weasley

-neville longbottom

-newt scamander

Scott Pilgrim vs the world

-ramona flowers

-kim pine

-knives chau

Riordanverse (pjo, hoo)

-percy jackson

-annabeth chase

-leo valdez

-hazel levesque

-frank zhang

-piper mclean

-jason grace

(I won't write nico or will)

Dead Poets society

- Todd Anderson

Narnia

- Edmund Pevensie

[loser-fics]

Hi there!

Could you please do a Carl Grimes x fem!reader angst to fluff that takes place during beginning of season 6? Carl and the reader are a couple and super close. Ron likes the reader and is jealous of their relationship. Ron also wants revenge for his father’s death so he kidnaps Carl knocking him out and taking him outside beyond Alexandria. The reader finds a letter Ron left telling her he took Carl. Reader goes over the walls and tracks Ron and Carl and finds where they are. Ron threatens Carl and is about to kill him when the reader shows up just in time. Her and Ron fight with her winning the fight. She then frees Carl and once Carl is free a swarm of walkers start coming. Ron tries to escape but is surrounded and killed by the walkers. The reader and Carl escape the herd just in time and return to Alexandria. Carl kisses the reader all emotional while holding her not wanting to let go telling her he was afraid he’d never see her again and that Ron was going to hurt her. Reader and Carl then have a cozy night in cuddling with each other by the fireplace. Thank you!

TW: regular walking dead violence, swearing, my bad late night humour

You and Carl were walking around Alexandria together, hand in hand. It was rare to see the two of you apart, even before you got together. Everyone thought it was sweet, a young couple having fun… everyone but Ron. He longed for it to be him holding your hand, kissing you, spending every second he could with you. It drove him crazier each day, he would do anything to be with you, even if it was completely immoral. It took him a while, but he’d made a makeshift plan based off Carl’s rather loose schedule, and the rare times he would be alone. A plan that would take Carl away and (hopefully) leave you to himself.

It happened that night. When Carl was walking back to his house, and Ron had taken a crowbar.

“Wha-“ was all Carl got out before Ron hit him over the head with it, knocking him out. With slight difficulty, Ron then took him past the Alexandria gates.

You woke up the next day, blinking a few times before noticing something on your bedside table.

A Letter.

You lazily took hold of it and opened it.

Y/N, Carl does not deserve you, nor your love or your embrace. But not to worry sweetheart, I’m taking care of it, - Ron <3

You wondered what he meant for a second, was this is prank? Is this real? A dream? And ‘taking care of it’? Is he gonna-? And that’s when you knew. You could only hope that Ron hadn’t really gone and done something that stupid, and that your boyfriend was alive.

You quickly got dressed and grabbed your knife, running out your house and immediately looking around. Daryl had taught you some tracking skills in the past and with Ron’s lack of kidnapping skills it was easier to locate them. You spotted a slight gap in the walls and pushed it a part a little more, going through before closing it back up. You looked down ahead of you to see some vague footprints, and followed them as well as you could.

Eventually you came across a barely intact shed, and heard the yelling from inside it.

“YOU SON OF A BITCH WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THIS”

“YOU DON’T FUCKING DESERVE HER, COWBOY, I DO”

“THEN WHY DIDN’T YOU KILL ME RIGHT WHEN I WAS OUT OF IT”

“Oh Carl, I wanted to just tell you exactly what’s gonna happen after you die-“

And that’s when you walked in, knife in hand, anger on your mind. Carl was currently badly tied to a chair, enough for him to not get away but again still Ron’s skills aren’t really the best.

“Y/N?!” The two boys said, Carl’s tone being relieved while Ron’s being more annoyed? confused? Probably both.

“LET HIM GO YOU FUCKING PSYCHO” you yelled at Ron, who was rather surprised to see you here.

Before Ron could actually give you a response you ran up to him, punching him. You were tempted to use your knife but he hit you back snapping you out of thought. Luckily, a couple more hits from you and he backed against the wall breathing heavily. It was rather easy for you to take him down what with him living inside Alexandria for the majority of the apocalypse and you wondered for a second how this boy kidnapped Carl Fucking Grimes.

You used your knife to cut Carl free and the two of you ran out the door a swarm of walkers came near you and as you darted away they went through the door. Hearing Ron’s screams you could assume what happened as you and Carl went back to Alexandria.

“What. The. Hell. Happened.” Rick said as he looked at the two of you who were covered in blood and dirt.

“We could find either of you all morning… where you two with Ron? He’s also missing” Michonne spoke, sounding slightly more understanding than Mr ‘Coral and (your name in rick’s accent) can’t be trusted’

After some explaining, some bad news delivering and some wall fixing, Carl and you could finally relax. The two of you cuddled on the couch listening to the fireplace crackle.

“I was scared back there y’know, not just for me I thought- I thought Ron was gonna hurt you or that I’d never see you again…” Carl said, pulling you closer and tracing shapes on your back

“I know, I I know, but it’s ok now don’t worry sweetheart” you responded

“… I love you.”

“I love you too Carl, so fucking much”

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A/N: I am SO SORRY with how long this took to get out and it was kinda hard to write Ron so evily haha

[juliluvhz]

my requests || what I will and won’t write || who i mostly write for

doing this so people know what I’ll write, who i write for and what I refuse to write :3, i will do most requests sent if it isn’t these characters anyways, these are just characters i like to write for

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harry potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco malfoy

marauders

Remus lupin

Regulus black

james potter

sirius black

Spider-Man

tasm!peter Parker

Tom Holland!peter Parker

miles morales

josh hutcherson

clapton davis

mike schmidt

sean anderson (movie 1&2)

jess aarons

josh as himself

josh when he was younger (13-18 basically)

peeta mellark

the black phone

finney Blake

mason Thames

robin Arellano

miguel mora

Vance hopper

Brady hepner

gwen blake

Madeleine mcgraw

Donna

rebecca clarke

victorious

beck Oliver

cat valentine

Jade west

andre harris

tori vega

trina vega

extras

eminem

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jaden walton

javon walton

tom kaulitz

bill kaulitz

dustin long

alex norman

fuckshit

ethan garcia

jude bellingham

jj maybanks

anthony larusso

max dennison

colby brock

sam golbach

jake webber

johnnie guilbert

tom Holland

andrew garfeild

emma stone

gwen stacy

what I’ll write

fluff

smut

angst

small age gaps (1-3 years)

grumpy x sunshine

enemies to lovers

friends to lovers

friends with benefits

love triangles

small mentions of blood

yandere

tsundere

what I wont write

rape

age gap bigger than 3

pedophelia

abuse

kidnapping

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that’s pretty much it! if you do request something that I don’t write I simply will ignore it so there is no point requesting it, thank yaouuu ! ♥️

[maximusblack-hp]

Ron Anderson X Male Reader

Warning: Homophobic Term and that’s about it.

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A moan came out of the teenager's lips as the other boy was sucking up his neck. They both have barely known each other for a month but Ron has been hooked unto the other boy when it got to Alexandria. It wasn’t often that people near his age showed up there.

When the other teen first got there Ron heard that they showed up with a younger teenager named Sophia. Apparently they lost the group they were with due to a herd. Ron doesn’t know much about what’s going on out there but he knows it's bad.

Ron isn’t completely sure how he got to this point with the other teen. He knows it should be wrong among boys. Back before the world went to shit his father would go on a drunk stupor about the neighbors being faggots.

Then again it’s practically the end of the world as far as he can tell. Ron doesn’t believe such things should matter anymore. Not that he would dare say that out loud. If he did he knew his father would kill him.

Before Ron could spiral even more he felt a stink of pain run through his shoulder. Ron then looked at the boy who went from sucking on his neck to then taking a small nip out of his shoulder.

Ron then asked him,”what was that for.” With a moan or two in between the sink the other teen started flickering his tongue over the now bleeding skin. Ron really wanted to question the other of where he learned to do this.

After another minute of taunting Ron’s sensitive skin the teenager backed away. The teen then said,“You were getting distracted,” with a slight haze in his eyes. How he could not when Ron’s moans were music to his year.

The teen then gave a peck to Ron's lips and said,”I must not be great at this if you still manage to get distracted.” The teen then moved his lips towards Ron’s left ear and said,”Next time I’ll give you more than a slight nip to your skin.”

Ron shivered a bit, not out of fear but from how sensitive he felt around the other boy. Seriously Ron was curious who the hell raised this guy. There is no valid reason for them to be this attractive. The more time goes on Ron questions if the other guy is actually a virgin like he said he was.

The teenager never did things like this with anyone else beside Ron. Though he’s heard a few stories about Merle Dixon’s past lover. The boy just figured that some things must apply regardless of genders.

Up to this day they are still guestioning how the fuck they are related to Merle. Not that it matters much now in the end of the world. Practically everyone is family at this point. Take Sophia and Carol for example. He sees them as his younger sister and mother figure.

[carlgrimesloverr]

fight for me

carl grimes x fem!dixon!reader

summary : carl and ron get into a fight, and you’re stuck being the one to scold carl

takes place during : somewhere between s5 and s6

warnings : mentions of fighting

word count : 637

you stood across from carl, staring down at him as he sat on his bed, eyes trained on his bloodied knuckles.

“what were you thinking?” you asked, sighing.

“he was bad mouthing you.” carl grumbled, keeping his face pointed down towards his hands as he fidgeted with them.

“and?”

“and when i told him to stop, he pushed me.”

“so you punched him?”

“yeah. he wouldn’t shut up.”

“i don’t need you fighting for me carl - hell i don’t want you fighting for me!”

“you don’t know the shit he was saying about you! he was talking as if you weren’t a human being with feelings!”

“i wasn’t there carl, it doesn’t matter what he said about me. frankly, i don’t care what he said. words don’t hurt the same was a fucking punch does.”

“i care what he says, don’t you get that? what he said annoyed me.”

you huffed, trying not to let your anger take ahold of you. of course carl would attack anyone who hurt you physically or verbally, that’s just who he was. you knew that.

“ok.. i’m sorry. but hey, i don’t want you going out and getting in trouble all for me - cause now i feel bad for causing all this. plus, you know i can handle someone shit talking me.” you sighed, sitting down next to the teen boy on his bed.

finally, carl raised his eyes to meet yours and smiled slightly. “you remember what you told me the first time we met?” he asked, chuckling softly to himself.

“no…? should i? it was a crazy time you know - i mean… i had just lost my mom and somehow gained my dad? what’d i say?” you asked, confusing lacing your voice and you tried to recall the memory.

you could remember just about everything when it came to meeting carl - the blaring traffic horns, the traffic that never seemed to end, crying babies, your father and uncle shouting at each other as you cupped your ears with your hands whilst hiding in the backseat. you could recall looking out the window and seeing carl with his mother and shane standing across from carol and sophia, talking about something random. carl had spotted you too, and smiled. at the time you couldn’t quite place the feeling that smile gave you, but now you know it was a feeling of safety.

“you asked me that if it ever got bad, if i would fight for you. and i told you yes, with everything i had.”

now you could remember it, you could remember it as if it was yesterday. your father was shouting at shane for pulling a gun on merle (who was trying to start something with t-dog because apparently t-dog gave him a weird look), and a fight had broke out. it was still early on in the apocalypse, maybe the second or third week. you hadn’t spoken to carl much, he was mourning his dad and you were mourning your mom. but somehow, he ended up in front of you, arm out in front of you in some attempt to keep you safe. afterwards, when your dad and shane had stopped fighting, you and carl sat next to each other for a bit and began to finally talk.

“i almost forgot about that… everything was almost normal back then. more normal than it is now. back when we had them, it was normal, wasn’t it?”

“had who?”

“jacqui, andrea, amy, t-dog… merle.”

“i don’t think it’ll ever be normal again.”

“which is exactly why you shouldn’t go starting shit and ruin things more!” you scolded, slighting hitting carl on the shoulder.

carl laughed, rolling his eyes.

“but, i do think it’s cute.” you added.

“what’s cute?”

“how you want to fight for me.”

[maydayblake]

Ok I'm Bored So Send Me Asks, Or Any FF Ideas Cause I Have Nothing To Do...

I Write For :

The Black Phone

Finney Blake

Robin Arellano

Bruce Yamada

Vance Hopper

Billy Showalter

Griffin Stagg ( Platonic Only )

Donna Clarke

Gwen Blake ( Platonic Only )

Harry Potter

Harry Potter

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Hermione Granger

Draco Malfoy

Tom Riddle

Mattheo Riddle

Lorenzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Blaise Zabini

The Walking Dead

Carl Grimes

Enid Rhee

Ron Anderson

Fear Street 1994, 1978, 1666

Simon Kalivoda

Deena Johnson

Kate Schmidt

Josh Johnson

Samantha Miller

Ziggy Berman

Cindy Berman

Thomas Slater

Nick Goode

Sarah Fier

Abigail Berman

Constance Berman

Hannah Miller

Isaac Kalivoda

Fluff *

Angst •

No Smut Cause First Of All, They're All Minors And It's Disgusting No Matter If You Age Them Up

And Yeah 👍👍

[soupsspoons]

16. Wanting

Holly died that evening. It didn't matter how hard Denise tried, she had just lost too much blood. Hannah knew how hard Denise would take it before it even happened. While a flat beeping sound played in the background, Denise asked them all to leave, allowing her and Tara a moment. Hannah was glad they each had someone to lean on.

Hannah walked cautiously outside, moving slowly so as to not disturb her injuries. She just wanted to get home. She would go inside, clean up whatever mess was left over from the fight, and lie down. She didn't want to look at herself, she didn't want to see the bloodstained clothes and sticky gauze that she now wore. When Hannah reached her door, however, she paused. Was she ready to go back inside? Of course, she was, Hannah thought, nothing bad had really happened to her. She had seen people die for God's sake, she could push herself inside her own home. She could be strong enough. Hannah gripped the door handle tightly and turned, coming face to face with Carl Grimes.

Hannah let out a gasp, "Carl?"

He stood still in front of Hannah, his body bent down slightly by the nearby window. In his hands were shards of fallen glass, scooped neatly into small piles in his soft palms.

"Hannah," He stood quickly now as if he was surprised to see her in her own home.

"Carl, how did you get in here?" That was all Hannah could think to say, suddenly more conscious of her appearance.

"I just," Carl deposited the pile of glass into a new pile on the windowsill, "I heard what happened. I just wanted to check on you, see if you were okay." He wiped his hands on his dark jeans.

"Oh," Hannah spoke. She hadn't expected that.

"So are you?" Carl moved closer now, stepping away from the window, "Are you okay?" His eyes were filled with a genuine concern that Hannah hadn't recognized. Though, as she continued to stare at him, Hannah found that it was the same look he had given her in the woods. It was comforting.

"I'm fine, Carl." She moved past the boy.

"You got stabbed," He said, somewhat exasperated now.

"I know," Hannah said without turning, "but I'm fine now."

"Hannah--" Carl started.

"I need to clean up, okay?" She turned to him.

Carl gestured to the window slightly, "I already started. It was crazy when I got here."

That was it for Hannah. He had come to her house and cleaned for her. He went to check on her and, when she wasn't home, he cleaned for her. Hannah didn't know what to say. Hannah didn't know what that meant.

"Carl I," She paused, sighing, "Thank you, really. But you didn't have to do that. You should go be with Judith. Or your dad. I'm sure he needs help. I'm just gonna go rest, okay."

"Alone?" Carl said simply.

"Yes?"

"Well, what if something happens?"

"Carl--"

"No, I'm serious. Just, just stay with me for a little bit. I have to go talk to Ron anyway. Come with me. Please."

"Carl, you really don't have to do that. I'll be fine." Hannah tried to convince both the boy and herself.

"I want you to." His eyes were serious.

Hannah thought about it.

"Okay."

---

Carl explained to Hannah that Enid left just before the attack. She wasn't exactly surprised, she always knew that one of Enid's trips would end with her not coming back. But, admittedly, Hannah hadn't expected it to happen so soon. Carl told her that he planned on going out to look for Enid, something Hannah herself had thought about when he told her.

They found Ron sitting just outside the gazebo, running his knife in and out of the ground, pulling up dirt as he did so.

Carl approached the boy, Hannah standing just behind him. Ron looked up at the two of them and she could tell he was angry. For a moment, though, when he saw the bandages that covered Hannah's stitches, she saw his eyes soften.

"You okay?" Carl asked and Ron's face turned angry once again.

"Why wouldn't I be?" He spoke with sarcasm heavy in his voice. Hannah couldn't help but scoff lightly.

"Have you seen Enid?" Carl continued.

"Not since I seen her with you," He said with an accusatory tone.

"Ron," Hannah spoke softly. She knew why he was upset with Carl. She knew that he had never liked Carl very much, especially not after he started hanging out with Enid and her. But that didn't give him the right to be rude right now. Both of the boys ignored her, though.

"Look, I think she went over the wall just before the herd came, and now she's stuck out there."

"What makes you think she isn't dead?" Ron shook his head stiffly.

"Ron, stop it," Hannah spoke louder now stepping closer to the boy on the ground.

"Come on, man" Carl added.

Ron scoffed at them, shaking his head as he stood up, putting the knife he had been playing with in his pocket.

"I'll go find her," Ron stopped when Carl spoke, "I just need your help. If we could maybe climb up--"

"I'm not helping you, Carl." Ron waved him off.

"Ron, she's your friend. Don't be stupid." Hannah told him, becoming angry herself. How could Ron act as if he didn't care?

"My girlfriend!" he stared at Hannah for a moment before turning his attention to Carl, "Or I mean, 'cause she was was anyway, right?"

"You're just gonna leave her out there because you're jealous?" Hannah said incredulously.

"Oh, shut up Hannah," He pointed to her, " I can't believe you're on his side! Again!"

"Hey, man," Carl stepped in quickly, stepping slightly in front of the girl.

"No, okay. I tried to tell her to stop going over that wall. I told 'er there's bad people out there, and that it's stupid and dangerous!"

"Not if you know what you're doing." Hannah knew Carl's words would make Ron mad.

"Well, I'm not gonna let you go." He spoke lowly, staring Carl down.

"You can't stop us," Carl spoke in the same tone.

"Us?" Ron chuckled lightly, "What is Hannah gonna go with you? Look at her."

Before Carl could speak for her, Hannah spoke, "Yes, Ron, I am. She may not be yours, but Enid is my friend. I'm not just gonna leave her there by herself."

"These people are ruining you, Hannah." Ron said through his teeth, and then pointed to Carl, "He is ruining you."

Hannah let out a sigh and shook her head before she and Carl both turned to leave.

"Hannah!" They heard from behind them. "Hannah, you are not going out there!" Ron reached for her arm, pulling it hard enough for her to wince. Carl immediately turned around, pushing the boy back.

"Back off!" He shouted and they began to push each other.

"Guys stop, this is stupid," Hannah yelled out. Carl ran at Ron, both of them at each other's chests. "Stop!"

Carl pushed Ron hard, forcing him to the ground. When he landed, Ron let out a weak cough. Hannah grabbed Carl's arm while he puffed out his chest.

"Carl, leave it." She said as she tugged them away.

"I'll tell your dad!" Ron spoke from the ground, "He'll go out there to find you, then other people will too. And then somebody's gonna die."

Hannah felt Carl stop as Ron finished.

"Ron, shut up," She spoke, but the boys just stared at each other.

Finally, Ron said, "You save my life, I'm saving yours."

---

Hannah spent the rest of her day with Denise, helping her to clean up the infirmary. The more time she spent away from her home, the more Hannah realized she didn't want to go back. Of course, she wanted to sleep in her own bed, it was all she could think about. But she didn't want to go back to that house. Even after Carl had cleaned for her, Hannah knew there would still be blood on the floor, there would still be broken glass from the window. It was all too much. But after a while, there wasn't anything else she could do, so, Hannah went home.

Coming from the infirmary, Hannah passed Carl's house as she walked. She was surprised to see him sitting on the grass outside of his porch, similar to how Ron was earlier. She wanted to say 'hi', and maybe see how he was doing after their conversation with Ron. But Carl never looked up, so Hannah continued walking.

When she reached her door for the last time today, Hannah hesitated before going inside. Just being on that porch brought her back, back to her crawling in the grass, back to the woman on top of her. Her breath quickened, her hand instinctively holding her side. Hannah couldn't go inside. She wouldn't. And so Hannah sat on the bench on her porch and closed her eyes, rocking back and forth slightly.

"Hannah," Someone said in a loud whisper. Hannah jolted awake, now seeing that Carl was standing in front of her.

"What's wrong, Carl?" He looked surprised at her question.

"Nothing, I just-- I saw you up and here and I wanted to see if you were alright."

Hannah rubbed her eyes and sat up straighter, "Carl, you really don't have to keep checking up on me."

"Well, then why are you sitting outside?" He asked.

Hannah thought before speaking, "It's nice out."

"No, it's not," Carl spoke.

"Carl--" Hannah tried before being cut off.

"Hannah, why are you outside?"

"It's fine, please, just leave it alone."

They stared at each other, not saying anything. One thing they would always have in common is their stubbornness.

"Remember what you said about Enid?" Carl said randomly.

"What?" Hannah shuffled fully to see Carl's face in the light of the sunset.

"You said you wouldn't leave her alone. Because she was your friend. That's what you told Ron," Carl paused, "You are my friend, Hannah. I won't leave you alone." Carl's eyes were serious, just like they had been when he was at her house earlier. He had the same look in his eye that he had during that stupid fight with Ron. Carl looked determined.

Hannah sighed, leaning her head into her hands, careful not to touch the cuts on her forehead "Look, I just-- I don't know, I'm sorta scared to go inside, okay? It's not that big a deal."

"Then let's do it together," She heard Carl say simply.

"What?" Hannah looked up now.

"Let's go inside together. You were able to go in earlier when I was there. Let's do it again." Hannah could hear the pride in his words. But it wasn't the same pride he'd had when he was fighting with Ron. This wasn't some sort of masculine need to save her, he genuinely wanted to.

Before she could protest, Carl put out his hand to hers, tugging her up lightly.

"Carl, I--" He ignored her words stepping away from her and opening the door.

"Please?" Carl said, holding the door open from the inside.

She watched as his eyes begged her, and finally nodded. Hannah stepped through the doorway, following Carl as they walked inside.

Her house was still a mess. There was still leftover glass that hadn't been picked up, decorating the windows. Hannah could still see her own blood in the kitchen from where the woman had cut her. It all made her want to cry. It made Hannah want to curl up in a ball and hide away. It made Hannah scared.

Carl gripped her hand, pulling Hannah out of her own memories, "Let's just go upstairs, okay?" he spoke softly.

That night, Hannah slept for the first time since the attack. Carl had offered to leave her alone now, not wanting to invade her space. But as she was in bed, watching him leave from under her covers, Hannah asked him to stay.

"You don't have to," She said softly, "If you want to go you can, I'm sure Rick will wonder where you are."

Carl said nothing for a while, only looking back at her, the sound of their soft breaths filling the room. Then, he walked back to the bed and sat on the floor, his back leaning against the mattress.

"Go to sleep, Hannah." He smiled, "I want to stay."

And so she did.  

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HIII Loveliess!!! Oh my god, a Carl-centric chapter??? who would have thought? I know it's a little bit shorter than usual but I really hope you all like it. Like I said before, I absolutely love these episodes and I've been planning these chapters forever so I'm so happy to finally be sharing them!

How do we feel about Carl staying over??

Thanks for Reading!