#Carl TWD

[carlplsrailme]

"𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠" | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: as you sit bored in a supermarket with Carl, you both find a written porno and decide to recite it while dying laughing

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: suggestive talk, reference to sex, just fluff!!

request: Can you maybe do a one shot of Carl and reader reading a porno they found on a run and making fun of it or smting (this is my first time requesting something omgurrr)

"don't stop!" you cry out, grinning ear to ear as the flimsy paper rolls off your fingers and onto the slippery floor of the empty supermarket as you bark out laughing

"no- no! it's my turn!" Carl cries out as he reaches for the shiny magazine that's now flung to a different page

you slid down the counter of the checkout where you both are hiding away, well, were hiding away before a porno fell out from the cabinet, most likely from a really bored worker.

Carl flips the pages before landing and scanning through the page you were on, trying to find the place you left off

"ok..umm...oh! you're gonna take everything I give you!" his cheeks blow up with air as he tries to contain his laugh but just ends up laughing harder

"give me that!" you snatch it away from him, clearing your throat as you search for the actress in you

"yes! um.." you look back at the page

"da-...daddy?" your face scrunches up in disgust as carls face goes pale before falling back on the tile, dying as you stare at the words

"who says that?" you ask Carl but he is too busy laughing to tell you

"people- who um-" he chokes a laugh "are into that I guess"

your lip twist in disgust as you turn the page to continue

"uh- UHAAA!" you toss the magazine at him as he jumps back at your reaction

"what? what?" he crawls over to you as you fling your hand in the air

"there are stains on that page" you almost gag as your finger grazed the page and now you want nothing to do with it

"UGH EW!" Carl lunges back from you like you're infected and you look at him betrayed

"I didn't touch it!"

"then why is your hand above your head like you did?" his blue eye squints at you with fake distrust while he has playfulness oozing from all around, you grin as you position yourself to run

"fine then!" you leap and try to spread the infected hand onto him but he runs away, you chase in through isles as he tosses back empty cereal boxes and whatever he can to keep you away from him

"get away from me!" he shrills and you just laugh manically

"what are you two doing?" a gruff voice yells out behind you and you both stop dead in your tracks before turning to see Rick

"um..." you peep

"scavenging?" Carl tries and you snort a laugh and Rick snaps his glare at you

"In the car. both of you."

an: ahh happy one-year of my account guys! i LOVED this request! its always fun to do fluff <33 thank you so much! <3

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[smutinlove]

Carl Grimes x Reader Smut

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I finished writing this so i said "why not?"

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You've known Carl since the prison. You were injured, and he brought you back to the prison.

But after the prison fell, you and Carl got separated. But when you and Carl managed to reunite at Terminus, he had tears in his eyes. But he claimed it was his allergies.

And now you were in a town called Alexandria. It seemed alright to you. But you sometimes wondered if the Alexandrians knew anything about the outside world.

If they did, they wouldn't be throwing parties for newcomers. Speaking of parties, you and Carl were invited to one. It was lovely. You were able to socialize with kids your age. But you mostly hung around Carl all night. But he didn't mind. He enjoyed your company.

However, there was one secret, one that you and Carl both shared. You two were dating in secret. You didn't want to tell Rick, as he'd probably give you a lecture on not having sex and avoiding making another Judith. It sometimes got hard to keep the secret. Especially when Carl just couldn't resist you.

You were saying something, but Carl wasn't exactly listening. Instead, he was staring at your lips. "Yo-yo," he muttered. You rolled your eyes. Carl started calling you "yo-yo" because you tripped over one and slid down a road. It was silly.

"Yeah?"

"Can we leave? It's getting late," he said. You smiled. It was getting late. So you nodded your head.

"So where are we going?" you asked with a grin.

"I was thinking my house?" He said. He looked at you. You had a mischievous smile on your face.

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Once you were in his room, you closed and locked the door. When you turned back to face him, he had already taken off his shirt.

"Carl..." you whispered. He came over to you and kissed your lips. You smiled into the kiss and pulled away.

"You are so beautiful," You whispered.

You pulled off your shirt and bra. He bit his lip.

Then you took off your pants and underwear.

"Now you." You said. He nodded and undid his belt and pants and kicked them off.

He walked over to his bed and lay down. "I missed this." You said. "Me too." He grabbed your hips and slowly guided you down on his length. You moaned at the feeling. "Shit."

"You feel so good." Carl groaned. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips. You sat up and began bouncing on him. His grip on your hips tightened. He let his head fall back.

"I've been thinking about this all day." Carl moaned. You placed your hands on his chest and continued bouncing on him. "I know. I was thinking about this too."

Carl groaned. You let your fingers graze his nipples. "Y/n..." Carl whimpered. "Are you close?" You asked.

He nodded his head. And you replied, "Me too."

"Y/n... shit!" Carl groaned as he came inside of you. "Carl," you whimpered as you came on him. You climbed off of him and lay down next to him. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead.

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[carlgrimesenthusiast]

saviour! reader x carl where he’s got a huge crush on her and thinks she’s soooo hot so when the two find themselves alone, and she makes a suggestive comment towards him, he begs her to have sex with him

we’re supposed to hate each other…

warnings: swearing, smut.

a/n: i decided to make this into an actual fic instead of just short couple of paragraphs. plus i haven’t written a fic in a long time! i also wrote in capitalisation and didn’t make the writing smaller, thought i would try it out.

also, i made reader negans daughter so it would fit to the title, but everything else is the same!

You heard someone knocking on the door from the other side of the door. “Come in.” You yelled, rolling your eyes. Someone always had to interrupt whilst you were reading a book.

“Alright, pumpkin. Get up, we’re going to Alexandria.” Your father said, after opening the door. You love going to Alexandria, mostly because of a special someone always being there whilst your father went off taking supplies from everyone. You and Carl were supposed to hate each other, at least that’s what you thought.

Whenever you saw Carl, you get butterflies in your stomach but your ignored them. Even if you were supposedly dating, would it really work out? Your fathers hate each other and even thought hate is a strong word, they really do hate each other. You wouldn’t blame Rick, Carls dad, you knew what kind of person your dad was but that didn’t change the fact that you still love him.

“Fine.” You abruptly sat up, removing the blankets off of you and leaving the marked up book onto the bed side table. “When are we leaving?” You questioned, taking your jacket and putting it on.

“Now, all the trucks are outside all ready.” Your father said, waiting for you to hurry up.

“Well, I’m ready so let’s go.” Negan nodded before turning around, opening the door wider and letting you leave first before closing the door and locking it.

You made your way outside, walking past all the workers and taking quick glances at them. You felt bad for them but weren’t they being kept safe? It shouldn’t be that bad, it’s way better then being left outside with all those walkers lurking around. If I were them, I’d prefer to be kept inside, fed and being able to sleep all safely, well mostly safe…

You boarded the car with you dad, not being bothered to buckle your seatbelt because who else would be driving on the road apart from the Saviours? You and Negan made small talk, a large quantity of it being what we would take when we get there and if your dad was going to stir up even more hatred.

You arrived outside the gate of Alexandria, you waited for the Alexandrians to open the gate before all the vehicles made their way inside.

You jumped out the car happily, you loved being here. You honestly wish you were here instead of the Sanctuary. The houses and the trees and the bright sun, everything about it here was beautiful. You were brought out of your thoughts when a certain someone made their way towards you.

“Hey, Y/n, haven’t seen you in ages.” Carl said, hands in his pockets whilst he looked down at you with his eyes squinted from the sun.

“I saw you like last week…” You had an obvious look on his face, did he miss me or something? You smiled at the thought of Carl missing you.

“What you smiling about?” Carl questioned, your smile immediately dropped.

“Nothing.” You folded your arms across your chest, “now, show me something that I might be interested in.” Last week when you came to Alexandria, you met up with Carl again and you told him that next time you’re here, he should show you all the things he found for you that you could be interested in having.

“Alright, I’ll lead the way. It’s in my bedroom, by the way.” Carl nodded before leading the way, you were both stopped by someones voice.

“Darling, where you going?” Your fathers voice boomed out, you turned around to see your dad standing there with the Saviours carrying supplies back to the trucks.

“I’m going with Carl, he’s offering me things he thinks I might like.” You shouted, loud enough for Negan to hear since he was quite far.

“Alright, be back in 10 minutes!” He shouted back, you nodded and held your thumb up to show that you will be back.

“I’ve got some things that you will definitely like to have, hopefully.” Carl whispered the last part to himself, thinking that you couldn’t hear him, but you did.

Carl opened the door to his house and let you enter, you were shocked. Your face didn’t display it but your mind was thinking otherwise. The furniture, the carpet, the lights, the living room. Everything about it is so homely, exactly like it was before the world went to shit.

“Everything’s in my room, come on.” Carl shut the door behind him and led the way upstairs. He opened the door to his bedroom, there was one poster in his room and a ton of shit on his bed. That’s what he was offering, a ton of comics that you wondered where he found them, video games, books, a paint set…in prestige condition as well. You seriously needed to know where Carl found this stuff.

“I want the comics.” You said before making your way to the comics, picking it up from his bed and flicking through it.

“That’s my second favourite.” Carl pointed out, closing the door behind him and walking to stand beside you.

“Oh, well, then I’m taking it.” You smiled, “it’s so hot in here.” You fanned your face before taking your jacket off and placing it on the chair that was in Carls bedroom.

“Be careful, there’s some weird scenes in that one. That’s why it’s my favourite.” Carl joked, you chuckled slightly.

“So what, like sexual stuff?” You asked, he nodded. “Let’s recreate them.” You joked as well. Carl stayed quiet, not knowing how to react. His mind went to other places…he couldn’t help but think about you and him recreating those scenes… “Carl?” You nudged him, bringing him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah?” He breathed out, a very obvious rose pink blush spread across his face. “Do you really want to recreate those?” Carl blushed.

“Do you?” You looked at him, he breathed in before nodding.

“I mean, we only have like 5 minutes left…maybe another time.” You glanced down at your watch.

“No!” Carl startled you, your eyes widening at the sudden burst. “I mean, 5 minutes is enough.”

“Are you sure? What if my dad comes barging in the room and sees us?” You feared.

“He won’t, we can be quick.” You looked at Carl unsure, you felt your panties starting to stick to you. “Unless you totally want to, I’m not forcing you. In fact, let’s just forget about what I said. You wanted the comics, here you can have them.” Carl reassured you, he didn’t want to force you to do anything you didn’t like.

You found it cute how he was talking so fast, almost like he was nervous. The thought of Carl missing you and being nervous about you made you wet.

“Alright, let’s go back outside. I bet your dads waitin-“ You cut Carl off by grabbing his face and smashing his lips against yours. He held his hands over yours, you let go off his lips with a deep breath.

“You said we’ll be quick, right!?” You were already removing your shirt, Carl kissed you again before taking taking his own shirt off revealing his body to you. You gasped, running your hands along his body, feeling his light muscles coming out.

You laid Carl down onto the bed, sitting on his lap. He unclasped your bra from behind for you and took id off. He stared at your boob, mouth agape. “Can I?” He looked up at you, needy.

“Of course.” That’s all you needed to hear before his lips wrapped around your nipples. “Fuck.” You breathed under your breathe, tugging onto Carls hair.

Carl let go with a ‘pop’, you stood back up removing your jeans along with your panties whilst Carl did the same, removing his boxers. You straddled Carl again, wrapping your arms around his neck. You pulled him in, your lips made its way to his neck.

“Please, please.” Carl begged, you probably only had about 2 minutes left so you had to be quick.

Carl slowly felt your pussy, “Shit.” he was harder then ever now, he needed you wrapped around him so badly. He slowly aligned himself with your seeping hole. He slowly thrusted into you, letting you get used to the feeling.

“Carl.” You moaned, his arms wrapped around your waist, bringing you closer and kissing your neck. You whimpered, feeling Carl sucking on your neck.

“Fuck, next time I see you, I’m gonna take it nice and slow with you. Treat you real nicely.” He groaned, you rolled your hips in sync with Carls thrust.

You felt yourself coming close, “Shit baby, you feel so good.” Carl praised, his praises brought you closer. You bit your lip to suppress your moans.

“Fuck.” You held onto Carl so tightly as you came, Carl kept going to help you through your orgasm. You felt Carl release inside of you.

After you were out of the haze, you began to get redress. You retouched yourself, fixing your hair making sure it looked like it did before, fixing your clothing and soothing your hand over it to fix the creases. “I’m sorry this wasn’t quite the best ever, but I promise you when you come back I will treat you even better.” Carl held your hands within his, kissing each knuckle.

“This was the best carl.” You reassured him, “i’ll see you later.” You giggled, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before you and Carl made your way outside.

“There you are kid, I was getting worried.” Your dad said, folding his arms and a relieved look on his face.

“Sorry.” You giggled, you got into the car with your dad. Before leaving, you waved at Carl smiling so much.

“Did Carl not have anything good?” Negan asked.

“Nope” You popped the ‘p’.

“Why’re you smiling so much? Never seen you smile this much before.”

“No reason.” You looked back outside the window, he didn’t need to know the reason why you were.

a/n: i got lazy at the end :(( i’m sorry about that, i hope you enjoyed nonetheless! this is the longest fic i have ever written, my hands are very tired… also i just realised the title doesn’t really go with the plot but oh well… hope u enjoyed though!!!

thank you anon for the request!!!

(not proofread)

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[tobyyobyy]

carl whenever he comes back home after not listening to rick or anyone else in the group

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[cattoonxd]

this dumb mf🤦🤦

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[404writes]

Devil's Haircut - (Carnid)

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

Masterlist!! Taglist!!

Pairing: Carl Grimes / Enid Rhee

Warnings: Talk of parental death

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

Word Count: 1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

~

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

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[unadulterated-syd]

Warnings; use of the word sister, otherwise neutral reader.

Synopsis; Y/n looks after Judith, and Carl's in love all over again.

req

It was no secret that you didn't like kids, you did your very best to avoid watching over them. At least, that's what you'd convinced everyone.

Truth be told, you'd loved kids. However you'd had siblings, young siblings, and none of them were around anymore. So out of guilt and hurt, you always chose to keep your heart safe from kids.

You were scared of lashing out, especially when specifically asked to watch any of the kids. Carl had practically found every excuse under the sun to get you to watch Judith, and you found every excuse not to.

After awhile he'd gotten the hint, and respected your boundaries. Though you could tell it damped your friendship over the years. Judith meant a lot to him, and in a way his only deal breaker was that his friends didn't find her just as special.

But, as you grew, and watched Judith grow, you'd come to realise how much she'd meant to you. She was like a little sister to you in a way, and she grew drawn to you.

And after awhile you gave in.

She would come running to your house in Alexandria, on legs that barely carried her. She always barged in and ran to you. With every run since she'd started this trend, you'd brought back anything and everything she could play with.

You'd been so excited when you found an old doll, one you could easily wash and give to the girl. Glenn had questioned you about why you wanted to take it, after-all he had no clue about Judith's playdates with you.

You remembered shrugging him off, and telling him it reminded you of someone. Given the situation of the World around you, he'd naturally assumed you meant someone you had lost.

When you got back to Alexandria you spent hours trying to get every stain and smell out of the old doll, and by the time you'd finished it was good as new.

However, today was a different occurrence than usual.

Carl had a day off in Alexandria, and had planned to spend the day with Judith. Although, Judith was not going to let this stop her from hanging out with you.

So Carl hesitantly followed the small girl to your door, where she swung the door open and ran in calling your name. In a way he felt he should stop her, but her familiarity with the place led him to believe this happened often.

"Jude!" You called, seeing the girl, a huge grin growing on your own face. You looked forward to seeing her, truthfully. She was a piece of innocence in a World that barely knew the meaning.

You picked her up, swinging her around in a playful manner. "I got you something, Jude." You smiled at her, and presented her with the small stuffed animal you'd gotten the day prior.

She'd thanked you and took the doll from you, insisting on naming the old thing. But, your mind was quickly taken from her when you heard the clearing of someone's throat.

You looked up to see Carl, leaned against the door frame with a small smile on his face. He was watching Judith with the new doll, when his eyes finally reappeared on you.

You let out a sigh of defeat, crouching down besides the girl assuring her that the name Blue was perfect for the doll. After a short while of convincing, you put her down for a nap.

Now was the hard part of somehow having a normal conversation about this with Carl.

"So?" He looked at you, he didn't look like he wanted answers. He looked more, happy. Excited perhaps? It confused you in a way, however you also knew how much he'd wanted you and Judith to be friends.

And here he was finding out that she called you her sister.

"She comes over everyday." You groaned, sitting down beside him on your couch. "I bring her little knick-knacks and we hangout, she's a smart girl. Really smart."

"I thought you 'didn't like kids'" He teased, the same smile never leaving his face. However, before you could defend yourself he continued, "I'm messing with you, means a lot that you care for her so much."

You smiled at him, and nodded. You enjoyed the silence just sitting with him, it'd been so long since the two of you saw eye-to-eye. Because Judith was the most important factor in your relationship, she always had been.

But, with you and Judith being so close now, in a way he'd fallen in love with you all over again. It was safe to say he'd loved you before but he couldn't commit, not if you didn't love Judith too.

"Talk to me Grimes, what's going on in that big brain of yours?' You hummed, messing with a candle on the coffee table in front of you. "I think I love you." He blurted, no thought behind the confession.

You stared blankly at the boy for a couple of minutes, whilst he basked in his own regret. He went to apologize, when you cut him off. "I love you too, Carl."

But, before you could say more, Judith was in between the two of you. She was persistent about you two reading her a book, rather than a nap.

Of course you couldn't say no. Who could say no to her?

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[kisses4kaia]

request:

carl walks into readers room and finds her “touching “ herself

short lil blurbs buttt i love this !! fem reader everybody is over the age of 18 !!

untitled (for now) 💯- c, grimes ,,

this could go a few ways, i think.

softdom!carl would just be popping into your bedroom late at night to spend time with you, but when he realizes what he walked in on, oh boy.

he leans back on a nearby chair and tells you to carry on. you whine and beg for him, but he stays set in his ways.

so you obey, eventually. continuing to play with yourself whilst he palms himself through his jeans.

"yeah, good girl," "does it feel good?" "you look so pretty f'me, baby," he'd praise.

and then when you're almost there, literally teetering over the edge, he gets up from his seat and fuck you into the matress <3.

or...

sub! carl would hear you moaning from down the hallway and want to know if you're okay.

turns out, you're more than okay. he's watching you from the door that you 'accidentally' left open, absolutely starstruck.

"o-oh my gosh, carl! i didn't see you there," you'd lie, eyes briefly flashing down to the very evident tent in his pants.

"i'm so sorry! i didn't mean to walk in on you like this, not that there's anything wrong with it! but-" he'd ramble, not being able to wipe his mind of the image of your legs spread wide open, his own name falling from your lips.

and then you'd cut him off with "well, i'm glad you did. do you want to maybe.. help me out?" you'd bat your lashes as he blinked, registering what you meant.

was the girl of his dreams seriously asking him to help her... masturbate? he couldn't believe his ears. "carl? where'd you go?" you snapped him out of his thoughts.

"what?"

"do you wanna help me?"

"y-yes! i mean, um, yeah, sure.." he'd remove his hat and flannel, sitting on the edge of your bed, waiting for your instruction.

and you'd guide his long fingers to your cunt, showing him what felt good and he was a very fast learner.

"like this?" "could i maybe..." "did that feel good?"

and later, all of both his and your clothes were off. you sat on top of him, finally fulfilling the wet dream he's been having of you for years.

"i-i've- fuck- dreamt about this, with you," he'd say with his eyes (or eye) half-lidded, hands iron-gripped to your hips.

and finally, you'd ride through both of your earth-shattering orgasms.

you'd flop down next to him, catching your breath.

"wanna go again?"

#carl grimes #carl grimes smut #carl grimes oneshot #carl grimes x reader #chandler riggs #the walking dead smut #the walking dead #twd amc #carl twd #kaia writes carl

[ghost-wysteria]

Since im sick have an incorrect quote.

*The group getting in a car*

Rick: im driving.

Y/n: shotgun!

Carl: awww but babe you had it last ti-

Everyone except y/n: *gasps*

Y/n: *holding a shotgun* no i found a shotgun! Also i want the frontseat!🤠

Daryl in the background: thats my boy!

#male reader #x male reader #x ftm reader #carl x male reader #carl grimes x male reader #carl twd #carl the walking dead #carl grimes #daryl twd #twd #rick x male reader #rick twd #daryl x male reader #twd x male reader

[carlplsrailme]

𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 | 𝐜.𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

summary: the cowboy hat rule. take a cowboy's hat, you gotta ride the cowboy.

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: riding, p in v sex, etc

word count: 500

request: Idk if you’re taking requests right now but this popped into my head? Have you ever tried writing Carl with the cowboy hat rule? If not this is definitely a suggestion to try :) (Cowboy hat rule: take someone’s hat and put it on your own head, you have to “ride the cowboy”)

he's gotten on your last nerve.

well, he actually "got on your last nerve" about 2 hours ago, you're just soaking in it.

you sit in the desk chair, tip-toes halting your limp spinning as you stare at your boyfriend again.

you're so bored.

"do-"

"no."

he answered plainly, flipping to the next page of his comic that stole all his attention. he's sitting on his bed as the perfectly good day wastes away into the night.

you don't even wanna go out anymore, you just want to lay with him, kiss him, but he isn't even giving you a chance!

you sigh as the sticky summer heat slicks your body with every movement, you rest your fist on your cheek as you fantasize about all the things you could do if he'd just listen.

"Carl."

he looked up from his comic, brow twisted in confusion at your almost stern tone as you sit up from the chair that's been melted to you for the past two hours

you lean down to him and swiftly remove his sheriff's hat from his head, placing it onto your own.

you still felt his confusion, but you most certainly got his attention.

"the cowboy rule," you begin

"take the cowboys hat, you gotta ride the cowboy" and with that, he pulls you into him, lips sealed onto one and other as his hands grip your sides, he moves your hips on his own as you grind against him.

you quickly remove your clothes and start to unzip him, he groans with your touch and soon he springs free, pre-cum oozing from his tip as you stroke him a couple of times

you scoot up to him as you line yourself with him, sliding his cock in as you lean yourself closer to him, overwhelmed with pleasure

after adjusting, you begin to roll your hips, pussy clenching onto him as you twitch with the movement. he groans and latched onto your hips as his nails dig into your sides

"carl!" you cried as you fucked yourself with his cock, moving up and down as the cowboy hat on your head threatened to fall. with one hand you held it on tight as you leaned down to kiss him, feeling yourself bubble up with pleasure

his cock bullied its way through your insides with every movement you made, tip poking your cervix as he thrust up with you.

you felt your pussy ache as his dick stretched you out even more, soon letting out a broken moan as you came, he sped up his movements as he groaned and confessed he was close, soon shooting his cum inside of you

you leaned into his body as he wrapped his arms around you, breathing not slowing as he lets out a chuckle, and you feel the hat get snatched from your head

he places it back onto his as his brown locks feel empty without it, you grin up at him, successfully stealing his attention and placing it on you.

an: hii guys! I missed you guys so much! I hope you guys enjoyed this even though it's short, btw, whoever anon is...I love love loved this request!! thank you so much!! <33

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[smutinlove]

Masterlist

Dedicated to my dirty whores &lt;3 @jas2010 @carlsdarling @taylormarieee @loveforcarl

A cute masterlist showing my dirty smut, fluff, and angst &lt;3

❝You're in the wind, I'm in the water Nobody's son, nobody's daughter Watching the chemtrails over the country club Suburbia, The Brentwood Market What to do next? Maybe we'll love it White picket chemtrails over the country club❞

❝They say I'm too young to love you I don't know what I need They think I don't understand The freedom land of the seventies❞

❝Come and take a walk on the wild side Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain You like your girls insane, so Choose your last words, this is the last time 'Cause you and I, we were born to die❞

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Smut —Carl gets jealous when Ron tries to hit on you

Smut—Carl gets rough

Smut—Slutty slut

Smut-Dinner with Grimes—You and Carl decided to host dinner at your place. But you wanted to tease Carl, so you wore an extremely short dress.

Smut—Begging

Smut—Just sex

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Suggestive—Eyes apparently don't lie

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Fluff—Reader writes a love letter/appreciation letter

Fluff-Cabin—Carl Grimes asks to marry you

Fluff—CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

Fluff—NEW YEAR SPECIAL (2024)

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Angst—Reader cries about Carl's death

Angst—Reader dies. Carl cries.

Angst—Reader hurts herself

Angst leading to fluff—Carl goes on a scavenging trip but gets lost. The reader goes to look for him.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Small Series

You were my light part 1 —The daughter of the now dead Negan Smith is walking in the woods. She thought she was alone. But she wasn't.

You were my light part 2

You were my light part 3

You were my light part 4

You were my light part 5

You were my light ALTERNATIVE ENDING—The daughter of Negan Smith wakes up from what she thought was real but was a dream. She wants to find him. Y/N Smith wants to find Carl Grimes.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Draco Malfoy

Smut —Sex with the Slytherin prince.

Smut—Your secret boyfriend is Draco Malfoy.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Glenn and Maggie

Fluff—It's some cute fluff. (Glenn and Maggie are badasses in this too)

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

WORDS BURN HARD - BY UselessBitch4205 on Wattpad &lt;3

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[kittvies]

cutie patootie

#carl grimes #chandler riggs #chandler riggs imagine #the walking dead #carl twd #carl the walking dead #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes x reader #twd carl #chairhandler #silly #cutie patootie #hes so adorable i cant

[ficnation]

“Your dad’s an asshole” Part 2 - Carl x Reader

Request: “Carl x son of negan. Where they meet when Negan goes to get supplies for the first time from Alexandria and Negan’s son keeps flirting with Carl and Carl gets flustered and acts like he hates it, because y’know son of NEGAN, but eventually they go on a sort of date and kiss? Just fluff with a lil angst? Whatever works for you xoxo”

requested by @thatcucumberwhore

Word count: 2,2k+

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Male! Reader

Warnings: usual twd themes (e.g gore, cursing)

A/n: Your relationship with Carl develops but you still have a long way to go. Also I do plan on writing some kind of an epilogue to this lil series eventually but it’s gonna take a while. Hope you enjoy it!

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

The only times you could see Carl was when you snuck out in the middle of the night or when your father wasn’t around. You always met halfway in the woods, not far from the main road that led from the Sanctuary to Alexandria. It wasn’t exactly safe for either of you, but if it was the only way you could see each other, it was a risk you were willing to take.

It was surprising how similar you were despite your different personalities. You’ve both lost your mothers at the start of the apocalypse, and your dads changed drastically because of that. You had to grow up far too quickly, drowning in loneliness with no one your age to talk to. Those things made you fit like two puzzle pieces—meant to be.

The forest hummed around you when you strode off the main road and into the surrounding trees, all but invisible from the outside world. You were careful not to step on any of the fallen twigs, afraid of making too much noise.

The sky above was dark and cloudless, yet you could only see a few streaks of light coming from the stars here and there. The crowns of the trees were far too thick to let anything more shine through them.

This part of the woods was usually peaceful—as peaceful as it could be in a world infested with the undead. But that didn’t mean you could feel safe or let your guard down. Even if there was no visible sign of threat, you had to keep your eyes and ears open.

You sat down under one of the many trees, mindlessly playing with a stray twig. You waited and waited, but time didn’t seem to pass fast enough while you waited for Carl to show up.

The darker the sky got, the more you started to worry.

But the moment you heard the familiar sound of careful footsteps, your eyes roamed around wildly. You couldn’t help the cheerful smile that spread across your face when you recognized the silhouette in front of you.

“Hey…” you greeted him, waving. Carl returned the gesture as he walked over to sit beside you, taking his spot under the tree.

His light brown hair seemed to glow under the dim moonlight, and his eye sparkled with happiness that only your presence could bring out of him. His cheeks were pink from the cold wind, and the thin material of his plaid shirt did nothing to warm him up.

Carl smiled at you and leaned back against the trunk of the tree, crossing his arms over his chest.

“It’s almost midnight,” he stated, gazing at the starry sky.

It was indeed getting darker and darker every second. Your breath hitched slightly as you watched the clouds move in front of the moon.

“You’re lucky I didn’t wake up Judith when I fell on my ass jumping out of the window.”

You grinned at his joke before looking down at your feet. “Yeah…” you trailed off.

It had been so long since you’d seen one another with the constant war between your communities, yet there you were, alone together at midnight, gazing up at the moon.

It felt so strange and different to be with him like this. It made you feel more alive and more relaxed than you ever had before. No stress or anger could ruin it because you both knew where you stood; no matter the hatred between your people, you agreed you wouldn’t let it influence your friendship.

Carl stared up at the sky, lost in thought, as he watched a shooting star pass by. You looked up, too, following the path of the bright star.

“That’s nothing in comparison to the way you shine,” you stated, a confident smirk already growing on your face.

You knew very well what would follow your words. The blush on Carl’s face was barely visible in the darkness, but the way he nudged your arm with his elbow assured you it was definitely there.

“Shut up,” he chuckled, and for some reason, it was the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.

“Yeah? Or what? You’re gonna kiss me?” The world around you froze the moment those words left your mouth. Damn, you hated yourself for speaking before thinking.

The silence that suddenly fell between the two of you was more than awkward. And you had no idea how to take those words back because you did want him to kiss you. You’ve been thinking for a while now how it would feel to brush your lips against his. Would they feel rough or soft against yours? Would Carl let you tangle your fingers in his soft hair?

You tried not to think about it, to repress those thoughts and keep them far away from your mind. But they always came back when you expected it the least. Even when you were just eating breakfast, the thought of kissing Carl and really being with him randomly popped up in your head.

“I’m sorry, it was just a joke. I shouldn’t have said that.” You chickened out.

Carl didn’t say anything, sitting beside you, deep in thought. You couldn’t read his face or his body language. He didn’t seem tense to you, but as far as you knew, it could just be your brain trying to let you keep some shred of hope.

“Are you okay?”

“Hm? Yeah, why?” Carl finally looked at you, waking up from his frozen state with a shake of his head.

You gave him a look, clearly not believing his words.

He sighed and shrugged. “I’ve missed you. More than I thought I would.” His voice dropped into a soft whisper. “When you leave I feel like there’s something missing.”

Carl’s eye met yours in the darkness. His words and the way he looked at you made your breath hitch. He must’ve noticed that because seconds after you exhaled, his lips were on yours, leaving a soft peck. When your eyes fluttered in confusion, it was his time to chicken out and pull away.

“Well, shit. Now, I should probably be sorry.”

You grinned at him, your hand landing in his hair, pulling him back into the kiss. Carl chuckled into your lips, responding with just as much confidence. As your lips touched, time stopped, and everything around you faded away; nothing else mattered at that moment except for each other. As your bodies pressed together, the tension you’ve been building up suddenly released in an electrifying rush.

The forest was still and quiet early in the morning before the light even touched the horizon. The riverbank nearby made soft noises, its rushing waters calming in their constant flow. The sun had not yet greeted the world, and the dew that had settled the night before was just beginning to vanish in the early morning’s heat. 

You chased Carl through the clearing, laughing quietly, playing a game of tag while you escorted him halfway home.

The dew from the grass had saturated your jeans, the moisture seeping into the fabric effortlessly. Your pants were almost soaked through from the ankles all the way up to your knees. A small puddle of water even seeped into one of your sneakers, your foot squelching with every step you took.

Despite that, you were fast on your feet, and just when you were about to catch the back of Carl’s shirt in your grasp, the groans of undead filled the air. Their sounds alone turned the peaceful early morning eerie. Their groans seemed to come from all directions, the sound somehow omnipresent, as if it came from within and without, surrounding you. You could feel your hair stand on end as the happiness evaporated from your veins.

Your companion stopped so abruptly in his tracks that you couldn’t stop in time and ran headfirst into him, the impact causing you to release an involuntary grunt. 

“Fuck,” you grumbled, your hand instantly grabbing Carl’s arm in a tight, protective grip.

You looked into the distance to the dirt road leading to Alexandria. A herd of walkers moved forward in the direction of Carl’s community, one of the biggest ones you’ve encountered in your life. Your breath hitched in your throat, your hand shaking. They marched in a line so long you didn’t see the end of it. 

“We gotta get out of here,” you whispered right into his ear, pulling his arm in the opposite direction. You had to get as far as possible from the herd. 

“No, I need to get home,” Carl sneered, stubbornly planting his feet on the ground beneath. He didn’t even give you so much as a glance. 

“Not fucking happening. Let’s go. You’re not coming anywhere near them.” Your voice was firm; it wasn’t a request. 

The young Grimes stood silently for a minute, observing the herd in the distance. He didn’t know what to do; if his dad noticed his disappearance, he’d panic and send people to look for him. He didn’t want them to walk into this death trap, but at the same time, there was no way he’d get through the walkers unnoticed. 

“Carl,” he could hear the slight shift in the tone of your voice. It became stern. You’ve never spoken to him this way before. He knew that he had no choice but to go with you.

Finally, he nodded his head and let you guide him the opposite way. You traveled in silence, on high alert at all times. Your eyes scanned the horizon, and your ears strained to listen for the slightest hint of danger. You couldn’t risk gaining the attention of any of the walkers. If just one noticed you, it’d all be over.

After hours of walking, you reached the gates of a community unknown to Carl. He looked quizzically between you and the tall gates, but you could see the annoyance and suspicion spreading through his face.

“You brought me to the Sanctuary? Right under your father’s nose?” he questioned, fuming. He quickly pulled his hand out of yours and stepped away from your reach. How could you do this to him?

For a moment, you were oblivious to his suspicions and looked at him, confused. “What are you talking about?” 

“Don’t play dumb!” Carl’s voice was booming as he stared you down, fists clenched.

Your eyes jumped from Carl to the community’s gates, then back to your companion again. You quickly understood what he feared. “Well, I’m flattered you think the Sanctuary looks like this.”

Carl seemed disoriented; he blinked fast as the hatred fell from his face. He felt terrible that it took just this to make him doubt you and withdraw his trust. The boy looked down at the dirt beneath his boots.

“I wouldn’t take you there Carl.”

He nodded, reassured by your words, but still didn’t raise his head. “I’m sorry, I just freaked out.”

You walked toward him, your hand gently grasping his chin to make him look at you. You pecked his cheek softly before pulling him towards the gates. “This is the Kingdom. We’ll be safe here and we can rest a little before going home.”

“Are you sure? How do you even know about this place?” he questioned but followed you without any resistance.

“Uhh…” You scratched your neck bashfully. “It’s a long story. I will tell you someday, I promise.”

Upon reaching the gates, the man on watch duty stood up abruptly, revealing the biggest, friendliest smile as he recognized your face. Waving you in, he called to someone else to let you inside. You slipped through the crack in the gates without waiting a second longer.

Carl observed as the unfamiliar man greeted you by name with his arms outstretched and his face full of joy. You rushed up to him, throwing your own arms around his solid frame, a playful fight unfolding between the two of you before you remembered about your companion.

“Jerry, this is Carl.” The man raised his eyebrow, anticipating that you’d add something more to the introduction. So you humored him, “My boyfriend.”

“Didn’t think anyone would like your overconfident ass,” he joked, letting out a deep chuckle as you clutched your chest in the feigned offense. 

“Me? Overconfident?” You snorted, crossing your arms. “Never.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Jerry waved you off before changing the topic. “What brings you here so early?” 

“I hoped we could crash here for a few hours. We almost bumped into a herd,” you explained, your happiness faltering at the memory. 

“You’re always welcome here, you know that.” The man patted your shoulder reassuringly. He didn’t need more explanation. 

You smiled, nodding gratefully at him before your hand found Carl’s, and you pulled him down the path deeper into the community. 

“Come on, I know a place.”

You took him to a small clearing on the other side of the community, a makeshift garden nearby. You pulled him onto a comfortable hammock hanging between two apple trees. As the sun rose in the sky, you both basked in its warm glow and dozed off in peaceful slumber.

Even though you both would likely be in trouble once you reached your homes, the temporary escape was more than worth it. Carl’s company was worth all the trouble in the world. There was no place you wouldn’t have gone with him, no distance you wouldn’t have traveled, and no experience that wasn’t worth sharing with him.

Maybe someday, we can just live here.

TAGLIST

@thatcucumberwhore @yttricuz @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @humanmistakes @twdeadlysins @donttelltheelff  @khaleesihavilliard @leafy-sprouts @spenceslovcr

#carl grimes #twd carl #carl twd #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes x male reader #x male reader #carl x reader #carl x male reader #carl grimes x male! reader #The Walking Dead #The Walking Dead AMC #twd #carl grimes x negan's son #carl grimes x son of negan

[fear-garfilrem]

Yoohoo. The new TWD is coming out soon. I'm already waiting, to be honest… I would love to see Carl again(Ron too, but let's be honest - that will never happen again). So yeah. A little sketch with my silly Ron and Carl. Adult Ron and Carl with the baby(OC). His name is Sam(named in memory of Ron's brother Sam!!).

Sooo... is this some kind of adult au with Ron and Carl as husbands? dude, YEAH.

#The walking dead #TWD #Ron Anderson #Rarl #rarl fanart #Carl Grimes #Rarl Adult au #Ron twd #Carl twd

[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

#carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes x reader #ron anderson x male reader #ron anderson x reader #twd x reader #the walking dead x reader #twd x male reader #the walking dead x male reader #carl twd #twd carl #ron twd #twd ron

[unadulterated-syd]

warnings; mention and talk of scars, walking dead warnings as per usual. Gender not specific, however, wear-age of a sports bra. (if you don't have a need for a bra, or would rather replace that with a binder please read it in a personalized manner!)

synopsis; carl notices your scars, after finding out how much you don't like them he decides to be the first to show his appreciation

a/n; this fic was a request! please go here to see request rules and here to see my master-list. thank you astrequa for requesting! <3

You weren't a stranger to pain, wounds littered your body always, but that didn't mean you had gotten used to your new look. You were just a kid, and here you stood wrapped in scars new and old. However one had always stuck out to you.

On a run when you were younger, you'd probably trace it back to being 14 or 15, out on a run on your own. You had an easy way sneaking around and finding a way to separate from the group, though it wasn't necessarily a great idea.

One day out on this run, you'd found yourself trapped in the corner of an old grocery store. biters surrounded you, you fired as many rounds as you could until 4 walkers remained. You had no other option than you use your knife, shoving the knife into ones skull, pulling back and doing the same to another.

Then your heart dropped. A sharp pain rain through your side, pulling your knife from the 3rd biter and slamming it into the skull of the 4th, who had just taken a chunk of flesh from your side. "No, no, no, no, no.." You muttered, setting your knife down as you pulled your un-used one from your thigh-holder.

You pulled a chunk of fabric from your shirt, and set it by your side. And the rest was history. You had carved the infection from you skin, and then wrapped the fabric around yourself. Somehow you had made it back to your group that night, and you'd survived to tell the tale.

But that night you regretted so much. As time went on you learned to hate it, the huge healed over intent that decorated your right hip. However, you had no intent of hiding it, you couldn't. Everyone had scars, and a part of you knew that hiding it would simply cause it to negatively affect you even more than it already did.

The Grimes' household was hotter than you would've kept your own house, that being if you had one separate from them. You'd lived with the family since your group found Alexandria, you and Carl having grown to share a room shortly after starting your relationship.

As far as you had known, Carl had gone out on a run with Rick, whilst Michonne was off in town with Judith. You pulled out your drawer, reaching in and pulling shorts and a sports bra out. The heat was too unbearable for anymore than that.

You pushed open the door to the bathroom, turning the shower handle all the way hot. You set your clothes on the counter top, before shedding your current outfit, which you threw into a hamper in the corner.

You stepped under the warm faucet, letting water run over. After you'd finished your shower, you stepped out, wrapping yourself in a warm towel. You dried yourself off before pulling your clothes on and pressing the door to the bathroom open, and stepping out. You let out a small gasp when you saw Carl laying on the bed reading one of his comics.

"Geez, Grimes, a warning would be appreciated. Where's Rick?" You hummed, getting the boys attention as you stepped further into the room, sitting on the bed beside him. "He kicked me from the run, you're stuck with me." He groaned, turning his head to look at you after setting his comic to the side.

You gave him a smile, rolling your eyes at the comment all together. Turning your attention from him, you looked out the window, watching everyone busy themselves outside. You jolted from your thoughts when you felt Carl's fingers graze over your side, where your scar laid.

"What are you doing?" You looked at him, tensing up as you realized he was tracing over the intent. He was there when you'd been cleaned up, however he'd never really gotten a good look at it, and you'd never told him the story behind it. "That's gnarly." He whispered, eyes tracing the missing flesh, "What happened?"

"Gnarly?" You whispered looking at it, you knew he didn't mean it negatively but perhaps the wording wasn't great. He looked up at you, guilt rendering his face as soon as he hear that from you. He knew what it felt like to hate a piece of yourself, his missing eye causing him the same experience.

He propped himself up on his elbow, looking up at you. "I didn't mean it like that, honey." He continued gently, watching your face as you stared at the intent. He'd recalled how you had proceeded when he was down about his eye.

He'd been in the bathroom for a long time that night, and you'd come in to check on him. He'd been staring at his eye, and you'd told him how wonderful he was, and the scar was just another story. Most importantly, he remembered how you littered the area with gentle kisses.

"You mind?" he asked, looking at you. As upset as the scar made you, you didn't want to blame Carl for the shame you felt towards it. With no real idea to what he was asking you about, you simply nodded and allowed him to do whatever was on his mind. You trusted him deeply, and you wanted to be done with the scar talk.

He took this nod of agreement, and pulled himself onto his side, pulling himself closer to you just slightly. His eyes lingered on your scar for a moment, flashing through his head as he remembered how scared he was when you found him just outside of the group. There was blood everywhere, you were scared, and so was he.

He was so worried at the time that the scar even scared him, sometimes he wondered if you felt the same about his eye. However, he knew it was a sign of survival. Strength in a world where it was hard to have any strength at all. He just wanted you to feel strong. Feel the courage you had that inspired him. But he lacked the words to tell you.

He pressed soft kisses to your side, butterflies ached in your stomach as he did so. Carl paused looking up at you for a moment, "I meant badass. For lack of better words." He teased, a small grin lingering on his face before he pressed one more kiss to your side. "Badass? You're a lot sweet-er when you're not talking, Grimes." You teased, giving him a genuine smile.

He sat up, giving you a goofy grin, "That's not very nice, Y/n." You smiled at wrapping your arms over his shoulders, pressing your head against his. "Thank you." You hummed to him, closing your eyes. He pressed his lips against yours for a moment, before falling back on the bed, taking you with him.

"Always."

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