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aurasplanet · 30 days

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BRATTY carl grimes x fem!reader

warnings — set in alexandria but both are 18+, brat taming, softdom!carl, fingering, car sex

when you and carl first started dating sex was probably the last thing on your mind. well, maybe not last. you had hardly any experience, your last relationship being with ron who quite frankly had no idea how to please a woman.

you’d think a guy like him would like to get his dick wet as much as he could, but no. even when you two did something it was him getting what he wanted and either ignoring your needs or being too ignorant to see them. you remember when you told carl all of this, inflating his ego in the process. he smirked when he realized he would be the first to make you cum.

it’s been a while since then and you’ve completely forgotten that conversation. but you haven’t forgotten why.

you’re sexually frustrated, very. you’ve told carl you want to take the next step, but things are always getting in the way. just like now. you’re both on a run where everything is logically too risky to mess around, but he looks so good when he’s fighting dead people.

but the fact you couldn’t jump his bones right then and there made you annoyed. it put you in a mood and caused an attitude you didn’t realize you’d picked up. it started when any time you’d take something from him you’d huff or roll your eyes.

“do you think we’re all set?” carl’s voice is monotone, trying to hide how fed up he was. you simply shrug and turn around with a bored expression, leaving carl to haul everything back to the car you were using by himself. you’re out the door of the shop you two were looting, almost to the car when he grabs your arm. “what’s your problem?”

you cross your arms and stare at him, “nothing?” that made his mood even worse, you trying to backtrack. you walk away from him again and get into the passenger seat. you hear rummaging and his heavy breathing, you know he’s loading the car. but you never look at him or offer to help.

he’s breathless when he gets in the driver’s seat, turning his head to look at you properly. his stare was intimidating, piercing blue eye boring into yours. he looked so hot, you wanted him more than he could imagine.

the two of you sit in silence for a bit. you eventually shrink into yourself, embarrassed with how intensely he was staring at you. he sighs and tilts your head so you’re looking directly at him. “what’s with the attitude today?”

you bite your lip in thought, thinking back you were a little bratty. but if that would earn you this side of him you would do it a thousand times over. “i don’t know what you mean.”

he raises his brow, “alright baby.” you watch with a pout as he puts the car in drive, completely ignoring you. maybe he’s just being a nice boyfriend, maybe he thinks you’re on your period again. he always respects you then. he’s so sweet to you, but you don’t want that right now.

your thoughts are cut off when he pulls over, on a gravelly road with so many trees that they made a bridge over the car. it blocked the remaining sunlight from the late day.

“why are we here?” you tilt your head in confusion, looking out the window. you heard rustling and carl’s seat go back before your arm is pulled and you’re tugged into a heated kiss. you’re surprised, but definitely not complaining. you moan into his mouth at the relief of finally getting what you wanted.

he chuckles against your lips, “slow down now.” one of his hands travels to your hip, tapping to silently ask you to get on his lap. you oblige eagerly, going to kiss his neck when he stops you. “you’re not calling the shots here.”

you pout in confusion, he always wants you to make decisions. he hums, trailing his hand down from your cheek to your waist. “i gotta do something about that attitude of yours. can’t let you having your way, can i?”

your eyes widen. his voice was laced with lust and all you could do was nod. “good girl.” he locks your lips in another kiss, an agonizingly slow one. you whine and fist his shirt, trying to pull him closer. he breaks the kiss and grabs your hands, “what did i say?”

you stay silent and look down at his lap, unable to hide the smirk on your face at the sight of his dick straining against his jeans. he drops your hands and pays the inside of your thigh, “spread them.” your face gets hot, but you obey his order.

he unzips your jeans and pulls them down just enough to expose your panty-covered cunt. he looks into your eyes when he cups your pussy, eliciting a gasp from you. you want to shy away but you just know that wouldn’t be allowed. but the scene is so lewd, his eye half lidded, looking at you like a predator to it’s prey. his pretty groans when he feels how wet you are for him.

and the feel of his pretty, slender fingers on your clit. barely touching over the fabric of your underwear, but the feeling is so foreign and it’s him. it makes your brain short circuit. his middle finger starts rubbing small circles, his eye trained on you as he does so. he’s challenging you to look away, you can tell.

your face is burning, your whole body actually. he applies more pressure, drawing a whimper from your lips. he marvels at how pretty you sound, for him. because of him. his focus stays trained on your face, pulling your panties to the side and ghosting his finger over your bare cunt. he lets out a breathless laugh at your erratic breathing, grabbing your chin when your head falls back. “look at me.”

you nod frantically, grinding down on his hand. he uses his other hand to hold your hips in place. “don’t move.” whines of protest fill the car much to his amusement. his finger teases your entrance, pushing in with ease with how wet you are. he bites his lip at the thought of how you taste, but he’ll save the idea for later.

his eye squints at you when you squirm, “s-sorry… not used to it.” he sighs and throws his hand on your hip behind his head. he takes the time to look over you, pretty lips letting out little moans, your legs on each side of his lap. your pussy soaking his hand. he inserts a second finger.

you stop moving and let out a small whine, silently asking him to keep going. “maybe i should make you wait a little longer.” you let your head fall on his shoulder at his words, grinding your hips a little. “you’re not making this better for yourself, baby.”

his hands go to your hair, tugging your head back to look at him again. “i changed my mind…” he trails off, unbuttoning the flannel of his you have on just enough to expose your breasts. “get yourself off. but look away once and you’re waiting until we get home to cum.”

you nod frantically, slowly grinding your hips back and forth on his fingers. his free hand goes to your chest, keeping eye contact he pinches your right nipple, rolling the bud between his fingers. your moans fill his ears, such a sweet sound to him. his bratty girl just a dumb mess now.

“close…” you mutter, trying your best to not shy away from his gaze. he merely hums and switches to your left nipple. his fingers curl inside you, surprising you and ripping a loud whine from your throat.

his face comes closer to yours and your head instinctively leans up to kiss him. “y’like that? do my fingers make you feel good?” you nod, arms going behind his neck to pull his lips onto yours. your mouth falls open mid-kiss, coming undone around his fingers. his lips go to your neck and leave chaste kisses and he thrusts his fingers a little to help you ride it out.

he leans back, looking at your fucked out face with so much adoration. despite being the one to cause it. he sighs and brushes your sweaty hair from your forehead, “you know, you weren’t really looking at me then.”

your eyes snap up to look at his already smirking face. “i think i need to teach you another lesson.”

#carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x you #carl grimes #twd x reader #twd smut

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carlsdarling · 9 months

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Clingy Carl Part II

Y/N and Carl just can't keep their hands of each other... Basically plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, cheating, getting caught

Tags: @michael-luvs-yumi your request

You couldn't deny that Carl had a special charm for you, although he was a bit younger than you and - from your point of view - still acted quite childish in parts, with his comics and his senseless prowling around out in the woods just for the hell of it.

But you were attracted to him and it had been a pleasure to sleep with him. Carl was so devotional and without any restraint, and he put so much effort into it; he always made sure that you experienced at least one orgasm. By now little Carl was very experienced and knew exactly what to do with his fingers, tongue and cock to make you moan. Besides, he was handsome and cute, and he smelled adorable, and you loved to bury your hands in his dark hair.

So you found that you just couldn't resist him, in fact, on the contrary, you wanted more and more of him. So it happened that you met secretly again and again to have sex - either in the barn, in the car, or at Carl's or your home, when one of you was home alone.

Maggie had already asked you some amused questions. "What's up between you and Carl, Y/N?" she'd asked, grinning.

"Nothing at all," you'd lied.

„He fancies you“, she said, chuckling.

It also flattered you how Carl begged you to fuck him every time, and how needy and submissive he was, just so you'd let him rail you again. He followed you from one place to another for so long, gazing at you with puppy dog eyes, until you finally "gave in" after first being coy for hours. Then it was intense, loud and wild. And Carl was always willing to suck your nipples what you loved.

Just the other day, Carl had stolen Rick's car keys, and you had secretly driven out of Alexandria to do it in the car on a secluded forest road. You were sitting on Carl's lap and you were bouncing on him, riding him passionately, his cock was completely inside you, and he had clawed his fingers into your waist, throwing his head back and moaning so loudly with his eyes closed that walkers were attracted. These had then circled the shaking car in astonishment and banged against it, but you had simply ignored them. "Carl!" you yelled as he gave you your fourth orgasm in a row. You were so wet that the moisture was running down Carl's hips and staining the fabric of the seat.

"Oh God, Y/N, you're always so fucking wet," Carl whimpered, thrusting faster and faster until he spilled himself into you, half-conscious with pleasure. Sticky and sweaty, you remained sitting on top of him, brushing the damp hair from his forehead. His face was just so precious, and you kissed him first on the forehead, then on his nose and finally on the lips.

Breathless and awkward, you redressed in the confined space, Carl climbed back into the driver's seat, adjusted his bandage with the help oft he mirror, and you drove off, not caring about the walkers. Rick eyed you suspiciously as you arrived in Alexandria. "Carl, I didn't give you permission to take the car," he immediately objected as Carl got out. He stuck his head into the car. "And what does it smell like in here?" The pervasive smell of Carl's cum still lingered in the air.

"Uuum. We killed some walkers," Carl dodged. "Actually, we were going to scavenge, but there were too many walkers around."

It was not lost on Marcus, your boyfriend, that something had changed. You hardly wanted to have sex with him anymore, you preferred to fuck Carl whenever the opportunity arose. In the evening, in bed with Marcus, you didn't feel like it anymore and wanted to be left alone. So it was all the more surprising for Marcus when, after three weeks of recurring nausea and after your period failed to set in, you presented him with a positive pregnancy test.

"But how is that possible?" he exclaimed, his eyes wide. "We haven't had sex lately!" Enraged, he stared at you.

"Yes, we have," you claimed, "that one time after the barbecue. That suits the timeline. Once is enough, you know."

"We used a condom."

"Well, obviously it had a hole in it."

Of course, you realized that the baby had pretty much been conceived by Carl, because you two had never used protection. But it was a dilemma - how were you going to tell him, what would he think, he was way too young for that sort of thing. So you decided to keep it to yourself for now, until you found a possible solution.

Then came the day when Marcus was on guard duty on the wall and you invited Carl to come over. One of the rare occasions when you could have sex in a comfortable bed. You both were so horny that you just did it for the third time in a row. Carl was lying on top of you and pounding into you with powerful movements, his long hair tickling your face, he was slamming his hips against yours. You had your legs wrapped around him and your fingernails dug into the skin of his back, your head had sunk to the side. You had long since reached the stage where you were just whining, moaning and wanting more and more, begging Carl to keep going. Your skin was slick with sweat, the sheets rumpled, the pillows long since lying on the floor.

"Oh my fucking god, I'm cumming so hard," Carl gasped, just about to thrust faster. A wet spot had formed underneath you.

"Well, that's a fuckin' mess," Marcus' ice-cold voice sounded from the bedroom door. Carl froze in mid-motion and looked with his fucked out face at your boyfriend.

"Marcus! It's not what it looks like... it..." you stuttered helplessly.

"Now I realize why you're pregnant! It's Carl's," he accused you furiously.

Carl looked back and forth between you and Marcus indecisively, he had scrambled off of you and covered himself with a sheet. "You're pregnant?" he asked, horrified.

"Yes, she is," Marcus scoffed. "It's not mine, so you're the lucky one, Carl. Anyway, I'm out of here. Have fun with that little slut, wish you all the best," he sneered wickedly and started to get his clothes out of the closet.

Carl and you sat speechless in bed watching Marcus threw everything into a suitcase, locked it and stormed off. You cried frantically, then noticed Carl gently put his arm around you. "It's not that bad," he comforted you, "We'll figure it out with the baby."

You looked at him with teary eyes. "Really? You're not going to dump me?"

"I'm not a kid anymore," Carl indignantly frowned, hurt. "Even if you think I am. I'm eighteen, I can take responsibility. Besides... I think I've fallen in love with you, Y/N," he confessed shyly.

You returned the hug, stirred. "I love you too, Carl," you whispered and kissed him.

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes smut #carl fanfiction #carl grimes #carl grimes imagines

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leysgrimes · 9 months

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PLAYING DANGEROUS (Rick Grimes x fem!reader)

note: Y/n is a hyperfeminine girl in a zombie apocalypse who’s fallen in love with this charming man Rick Grimes. PS. this is my first post&smut! i hope you like it

warning: smut, 18+, minors DNI!, pet names, alexandria!rick grimes.

+ yes i do accept requests!!<3

¡ DO NOT repost, copy, translate my projects !

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You were on your bed staring at the roof with your hand on your stomach until you heard footsteps coming towards you, Rick steps out of the bathroom with his cop suit that Deanna gave him.

That was a fast turn on for you, since you’ve never seen him like this before, he walks toward you and stops at the edge of the bed, you get closer and sit in front of him, Rick was still standing looking at you from above loving the way you were down there looking at him with those beautiful doe eyes.

He puts a hand in your chin to hold eye contact “you look so good in that suit officer” you said and it felt like a whisper, he smirks moving the hair that was on your face.

“Officer?” he asks tilting a little bit his head and you nod, he makes a sign to open your mouth and slowly puts his thumb in it moving it, ‘till you gag a little bit, he smirks, “you’re so sensible, i love it” he then removed his thumb and focuses to your neck moving his hand right there and slowly putting you down and going on top of you kissing your neck and bringing his hands on your hips.

You close your eyes as he starts to kiss every inch of your soft skin, you moan making him chuckle going back up and removing his jacket as you’re watching while biting your soft lips.

He then focuses on you again, but now he starts kissing your lips, every second that kiss becomes more passionate; Rick pulls away and moves to your ear “darling…i’ve got to go, Deanna is waiting for me” he whispers…breathless, as the both of them know that he didn’t want to, but you wrap your legs around him “you can’t leave now” you whisper giving him puppy eyes, since you were in a dress it was easier for him as he starts rubbing your clit making you moan louder “fuck…” he smiles and goes down as you had him between your legs as he takes off your panties and adds two fingers inside of you.

Your eyes closed and head tilted backward as your walls squeezed his fingers. Signs of an impending orgasm emerged, the swell of bliss making its way up your core.

Your expression quickly changed to one of disappointment when Rick's fingers left your hole, the sense of emptiness outweighing any pleasure “wha…” without letting you finish your sentence he starts to suck your clit making your back arch as you started crying and moaning his name putting your hand though his hair going in rhythm with his movements.

As you came he goes up and kisses you making you taste a little bit of yourself then he gently puts back your panties on again.

You get up and adjust the jacket that he rapidly put on, you look up and smile kissing his lips “I hope Deanna is patient, you’re making her wait for so long already” you say giggling as he rolls his eyes and give you a last forehead kiss before leading his way to the door as you watch him leave.

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taylormarieee · 6 months

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you got me thinking about stepdad!rick scoffing and rolling his eyes every time he sees you prance around alexandria in that thin and flimsy dress of yours. waiting, hoping your mother goes out for lunch with deanna again... so he can watch you get drunk on his cock 💗😁

OMGGGGFHDHDJHS!!!! Yea uhm this is the sluttiest request I've ever gotten and I love the way you think. Send more plsss i'm on my knees 🧎🏽‍♀️

Rick watches as you walk around in you pretty blue spaghetti strap sundress. He clenches his jaw and he balls his hands into fists at his side.

He hates when you prance around like that all sexy and delicious. He knows that you know he is watching other wise you wouldn't be swaying your hips that way.

You give him a quick glance, smirking at him because you know what your doing.

You know all the right ways to push his buttons. Your hot stepdad. He knows he can't have you but how can he fight off those dirty thoughts he has when he sees you looking like this.

You in these cute outfits constantly taunting him and keeping him awake at night. Constantly keeping his cock stirring and aching.

Constantly making him wish it was your pussy wrapped around his cock instead of your mother's.

Constantly wish it was you screaming his name. He is awoken out of his dirty thoughts by his wife.

"Hey hun. I'm going to be going to Deanna's for about an hour or so for a quick lunch date ok? So make sure our daughter doesn't do anything stupid, please?" His wife asks with her hand placed on his arm.

"Y-Yea sure, hunny. See you later." He responds still staring at you walk up the porch stairs of your shared house.

"Bye honey, I'm going to be at Deanna's for a little while, don't give Rick a hard time ok?" Your mother pleads with you.

"Ok mom, I promise I won't." You say smirking at Rick from across the room. You were so going to give him a hard time.

Your Mom walks out the door and you walk up the stairs, not even acknowledging Rick staring at you.

You make sure to poke your ass out while walking up the stairs. That makes Rick clench his jaw so tight it might break.

He quickly rushes up the stairs grabbing you by your waist and shoving you in the nearest bedroom that so happened to be yours.

Without saying a word he smashes his lips against yours before ripping off your sundress from your body.

His hands run down your body while his lips attack your neck. He throws you on the bed and starts to remove his belt from his waist before sliding his pants down.

He climbs on top of you and pushes your cute pink panties to the side and slowly slides his length inside you.

"Fuck Mama, your so tight." He groans out into your neck. You hands claw at his back, sure to leave marks for his wife and your mother to question.

You cry out as his cock reaches deep inside you. Your mind all fogged up by the pleasure you step dad's cock is giving you.

No boy has ever been able to make you feel like this. 'God he is so big' you thought.

"Oh fuck Rick! Please make me cum! Ugh cum inside me!" Your mumbling incoherent words now. Your mind completely fading away as his cock makes you feel dizzy.

He brought you to heaven, literally. He always made you feel things no one else could. No matter how hard they could try.

"Aww what's wrong mama, your drunk off my cock already?" He teases. "This is what you get for teasing me all day." He responds keeping his ruthless pace.

"Ohhh R-Rick, I need you! I-I'm sorry! Please let me cum!" You cry out, begging for the release you feel about to rip through you.

"Go ahead my love, cum for me. You've been a good girl." He rewards. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as your orgasm rips through your body.

Pleasure coursing through your veins. You scream out as you cling to Rick, shaking in his arms.

Shortly after, ricks hips stutter and get sloppy before he releases his seed inside of you.

"Fuckkk!" He moans. You both lay there breathless trying to fully process everything.

You really did love teasing your step dad if this is how it would end...

@sinsandsweetness @versatilehater @catt-leya @carlsdarling @murdadixon

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harper-hook · 1 year

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Carl Grimes SFW Alphabet

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He would be very affectionate but subtle and gentle while doing so. He’s almost always holding your hand as you go around Alexandria or will have an arm thrown around your shoulders or waist.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He would be a thoughtful best friend, always trying to look out for them and keep them safe and happy. A friendship with him would start by having similar interests/stories and being able to relate to each other.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He loves to cuddle and prefers to have you on his chest at perfect range for forehead kisses or he would put his head on your lap, craving head scratches. Secretly he likes to be little spoon.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He would want to settle down but it would take him a while to not be nervous that the next day it could all be destroyed. He has little experience cooking but with a little help from you, he could learn more and get better. Cleaning isn’t his favorite thing to do but he makes do.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He would be sad and nervous, having spent the previous days practicing what he would say but would try as soon as possible to get privacy to do it. He would try to stay friends with his ex but would respect their wishes if they told him no even if it hurt him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He would be a bit nervous about commitment but he would make sure that this is something he wants 100% before following through. Marriage doesn’t exactly mean what is used to in this world but if he’s been with his partner for a long time, he would secretly want to get married and make it special for the both of them.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

When it comes to you, he is firm but gentle in both ways. He would snap emotionally if he was stressed and angry or his partner wasn’t listening to him. The most physically he would do is tug you away for privacy or shake your shoulders in an attempt to get you to listen to him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He is touch starved when it comes to hugs from his favorite people. He is big on hello and goodbye hugs. He would put his face either into your neck or hair and close his eyes, taking just a moment of peace. They’re long and very tight.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He would want to be alone with you the first time he says it. He would ask Rick how to know if he loves someone and takes Rick’s advice of “You’ll just know. You’ll feel it with your entire chest.” He would relay this to you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He would be adamant he’s not jealous, just protective. No one else buys this. He would stick by your side and give dirty looks to his opponent.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

He would be almost too gentle but at his partner’s insistence, he would be more passionate. Again, forehead and cheek kisses. He likes regular kisses that maybe last a little too long, that leave him red and breathless but also fleeting kisses to his cheek or shoulder.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s great around kids, having experience with Judith and the other kids. He’s pretty good about getting the kids focused on one project and keeping them safe and distracted.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

He would try to tug you back into bed if you get up first but would try and let you sleep for as long as possible. He’s not the best cook but makes coffee in bed, sitting in comfortable silence. Too many times it gets too comfortable and leads to both of you rushing to get ready, giggling and cracking jokes.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are usually rather quiet, him winding down by reading comics with you until either one or both of you can’t keep your eyes open. Like above, he’s a big cuddlebug.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He can be aloof at times so it would have to be his partner that starts talking about themselves and slowly he would reciprocate with his own. He wouldn’t immediately dump all of his info on you but would make sure you were responding and he was learning about you as well. It would take a while for him to get deep.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

H’s an angry boy. He tries to not snap at you but if he does, he’s quick to apologize once he’s cooled off.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He would remember you mentioning if you really liked something, especially if he was going on a run later, to keep an eye out for it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It’s a tie between the moment he realized his feelings were reciprocated and the first night everyone was in their own house in Alexandria, the hope that you could build something solid.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Very. He won’t leave you alone with someone he doesn’t trust, shooting warning glares at that person and keeping a hand over his weapon. He would find any defense on his behalf heartwarming but do not put yourself in danger in the process. He hates that.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

A lot. He would go to the adults in his group like Maggie and Glenn or Michonne and Rick for advice and ideas of how to make yall’s special day even more special.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He would be overprotective to a fault. It could cause issues and stress. He’s also incredibly stubborn.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Ya’ll already know that his eye is a big insecurity. It would take a long time for his partner to even see him without the bandage. His partner will have to reassure him that he is still worthy of love and that it doesn’t and never will scare them.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

It would be a slow and gradual thing that he didn’t realize was happening until it was too late. This would come to the surface the first time his partner spent an extended amount of time either at Hilltop or the Kingdom.

“I didn't realize I couldn’t live without you until I had to.”

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He likes to play wrestle his partner, always being careful not to really hurt them. This almost always turns into him “cheating” and tickling his partner into submission. One of his greatest kept secrets is that he is also secretly ticklish.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

A partner that is too naïve. A bit of naivety is a breath of fresh air but he likes a partner he knows can defend themselves and hold their own if they need to.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He is a light sleeper like will wake up every time his partner moves, even just to roll over. He will move with his partner, adjusting to how they position themselves. He also mumbles in his sleep.

#the walking dead #twd carl #twd #the walking dead carl #carl grimes #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes x reader

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enid-rhees · 5 months

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— mistletoe ; enid rhee x fem!reader

Enid looked so pretty from across the room. her hair sat perfectly on her shoulders, her dress fit her figure perfectly.

much like when you first arrived in Alexandria, Deanna decided to throw another party — but this one, was a Christmas party. December had finally arrived, and you couldn’t be more happy about it.

you walked across the room to slide into the kitchen for another drink. when you made it behind the counter, Enid entered the kitchen as well. your heart sped up immediately. “hey,” you smiled. she smiled back, “hi,”

“need a drink?” you offered, raising an empty cup. “yeah, that’d be great. thank you.” she responded, a light blush tinting her cheeks. “i’m surprised you’re here, you hate parties.” you chuckled, handing her the cup. “well, i figured Rick would drag you along, so i decided to come.”

your heart jumped. she came here to see you.

another laugh left your lips. “and you were correct. i don’t even know where he is.” Enid laughed along and raised the cup to her lips. “we can just get out of here, then. me and you. we can… go to my place.” she then said, looking down at her hands when she set the cup down.

“i’d- i’d love to.” you stuttered over your words, and Enid smiled, pulling her lip between her teeth. “great. let’s… go then.”

you started to walk first, out back into the dining room. before you could leave, Enid pulled you back by your sleeve. “look,” she said softly, her head looking up. your eyebrows briefly furrowed when you looked up, and then you froze.

“is that-“

“it’s a mistletoe.” Enid spoke shyly. “you know what that means… right?” she asked, tilting her head to the side slightly with a small smile. she took a step closer to you, you still stood frozen. “yeah.” you whispered.

Enid leaned in, and then her lips were on yours. your eyes closed when you kissed back, and you put your hand around her neck. Enid grabbed your waist and pulled you closer. you’ve decided that was no better feeling than Enid’s lips on yours.

when she pulled away, both of you were breathless. she leaned in again, quickly pecking your lips one more time. “let’s go,” she smirked, taking your hand in hers and intertwining your fingers as you walked towards the front door.

divider by @benkeibear

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eidolon deserves a time travel fixit.

—

Manton stumbles, eyes widening at the sight of him before he tumbles through the bleeding gash Eidolon tore into reality. The Siberian drops all pretense of attacking him, kicking off the wall and sailing through the hole, arms outstretched in an attempt to save it’s master. He shuts the hole with a wave of his arm, seam melding together tightly with little more than a mental note of what Earth to feel for when he isn’t so tempted to just tear off Manton’s head and be done with it.

Eidolon feels the urge to kill him in his bones, the alarms blaring in his head that he shouldn’t allow such an obvious threat to continue breathing just for a hypothetical. He clamps down on the danger sense and discards it, taking a breath. A stronger version than the one he found himself using, more specific and informative, but the emotional bleed through seemed a higher price than a thinker headache.

Teleportation, flight, transport, offerings are laid down and he pauses, dropping the powers he has at hand to appreciate the spread. It’s been a long time since he’s had movement so free, he cycles through what feels like a hundred types of flight. Eidolon had almost forgotten his capacity, and this still wasn’t at his absolute peak.

He wrenches his attention away, grasping at a teleportation power. Now of all times is not the time to get caught up with his abilities. There are more important problems at hand.

—

He takes two steps, then three, then his arms are around Hero, around Clark and how many years has it been since that name has been attached to the right face? He squeezes him tightly, checking twice, thrice, four times with the extended awareness a thinker powers give him that his heartbeat is in a normal range—that it exists at all— and that none of his slots have a brute power. The idea of accidentally crushing Clark’s spine after so long makes him laugh involuntarily, a breathless sound.

“Hey, big guy?” Clark asks, hands coming up and patting Eidolon’s back awkwardly. He feels hysterical. “What’s the occasion?”

“What the hell was all of that?” Alexandria demands brusquely, Legend standing besides her with a concerned and confused expression on his face. He feels nothing but fondness, back when Alexandria would drop most pretenses around them and sparked with temper.

He lets go of Clark, the contact leaving a tingling feeling. Anxiety still pumps in his veins, he’s had this dream too many times to believe it wholesale. Clark adjusts his visor and pats his arm and Eidolon doesn’t look over at Legend or Alexandria, cycling his powers as he asks what comes next. How does he die today?

—

“Beyond your abilities.” Eidolon says, gesturing to Contessa. She doesn’t respond, doesn’t purse a lip or even wrinkle a brow. Suddenly he misses her older self with a sharp pang of pain. The vulnerabilities she allowed him to see, had built a human there that hadn’t existed prior, even fourteen years into working together.

Not that he could really call what they were doing working together—these years had, with the wisdom of his hindsight, felt aimless. Unaware of Cauldron’s true cause, scrabbling around in the world building fairy tales and reputation to be put to no ends of worth. He had been an idiot.

The Doctor’s hand clenched around her pen. “Do you suppose he has any blind spots?” She asks probingly.

“Not myself.” He says. “Perhaps the Endbringers, but I hold my doubts. He was capable of their destruction either way.”

“You report he was defeated. How?” It feels more like an interview than one of their talks, her on the back step. Eidolon swallows and let’s himself mull on his memories a moment longer, like he could make more sense of them if he were only pressed harder.

“I’m not sure.” He admits, nails biting into his palms. “I…”

“How are you not sure?” The Doctor asks sharply, eyes darting upwards as the neutral facade fades away. “Were you not present?”

“I was under a master effect.” It’s not a total lie. He can’t fully trust her, Eidolon knows this, the consequences of associating himself with this organization. But he has other concerns and he doesn’t need or want to have to police an overzealous Cauldron and the Triumvirate. And Clark. Eidolon lifts his head, schooling his expression as the Doctor considers a master who would control him. He’ll have to take the reins in this relationship, even if he doesn’t want to.

“It altered my perception. My memory of the fight from that point onwards was hazy, but there was a definite end and my controller was still alive.”

—

“Eidolon, we’ve been looking for you. Why’d you just run off?” Legend asks, settling down next to him. Eidolon doesn’t turn from the dummy, keeping his gaze on the steel walls of the training room. He feels bile rise in his throat at the sight of Legend, unmarred, unsoiled by his future sins. Five minutes ago, Eidolon had been advocating for horrors none of them would’ve considered, and now he stands here, supposed to be their fresh faced equal.

Legend looks concerned in his reflection played over the metal walls. It’s different, purer than any way Legend looked at him after he and Alexandria had been outed. There’s no distrust, or even resentment. Just Legend, a comrade and trusted ally of his.

“I discovered the identity of the villain,” Eidolon lies smoothly. “I had promised to report on it immediately to the Doctor.”

Legend frowns, squinting. It’s a trait he cut back on once the Protectorate proper had truly hit its stride, citing it being an unattractive quirk. Eidolon turns his head to face him. “Who was it?”

“Doctor Manton.” Eidolon says shortly. “It seems our Doctor has had some hiring issues.”

“Manton? As in, Doctor Manton? Our Doc—“

“Yes,” Eidolon says, harsher than he should. He doesn’t want to think about Manton while he worked with them, as the kinder and personable scientists who took readings and asked to be brought up on flights to see the horizon line. It’s not a Manton Eidolon has deigned to acknowledge existed for years now, the name dominated by the bloody streak he cut through his life and through the country. “He stole from the Doctor and attempted to kill us. That’s the entire situation.”

#Worm #.bark #writing #snippet #eidolon #Legend #hero #alexandria #doctor mother #contessa #Writing with the idea in mind that I cannot write eidolon as ooc as spacebattles writes him so anything I do is infinitely better #Wormblr #wormfic #IGNORE TEH DIALOGUE. I KNOW ITS AWFUL #Not my strong suit okay…leave me alone it’s placeholder #I wrote this in 20 minutes so. It’s proof of concept.

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im not sure what prompts you were after for Anthonys day but what about some hurt/comfort regarding Anthonys anxiety, it could involve the entire crew caring for Anthony as they watch and realise that he may not be protorising his mental health. maybe some kisses from ian idk man

Anthony took only three steps further until he stopped in his tracks. "Is that… Is that Breathless by Asking Alexandria?!"

The Extra Mile

Ever since Anthony was back at Smosh, something had happened to the rest of the cast and crew. They walked just a little friskier, their conversation was just a tad more lighthearted and their laughter just a bit louder. Out of everyone, the change was biggest in Ian, Anthony's co-founder and best friend, then ex-best friend and now best friend again.

Ian had been emerging as the company's new office-clown and mascot for a few months while nobody knew but him and Anthony that the latter would be coming back. The others were shocked and surprised - in a good way - to see Ian so radiant and bright. He didn't use to be this way.

The problem was, nobody (safe one) really knew how to read Anthony yet, not even his best friend. His ever enchanting cackling laughter, his eyes, half moon-shaped and his general coolness… he had these outlandish tattoos that seemed to streak all along his body like paintbrushes, his many rings and piercings, and his ripped jeans, they all gave him the allure of a mysterious rock star from a lost era.

And Anthony really put in an effort to get to know everyone, and them him. He put on a friendly face each day at the Smosh office and laughed at everyone's jokes, which was easy because everyone there was a comedian in their own right.

But he was struggling inside. The reason he wanted to come back wasn't all these people. It was just one. He and Ian had both just been standing there, wide-eyed, smiling at each other, after that day of writing together for the first time in years. It had gone SO well, they couldn't believe they were still such a perfect fit. Their comedy - just the two of them - was wat Anthony realized he craved more than anything in the world.

So, Anthony's efforts to vibe with the other cast were always half-hearted, however hard he tried to care, he just didn't. He just waited out the filming day to spend time again with Ian and come up with sketch ideas together.

There was one person at Smosh who started to notice this about Anthony. Their "got my psychology minor online" comedian, Shayne. It didn't matter to him that people joked about his diploma. He read pretty much everyone like a book. At first, he'd been so glad that Anthony bas back himself, that he hadn't noticed. But whenever he saw Anthony checking his phone more than he had to, he noticed Anthony trying - truly trying, but failing - to be interested in the stories Angela was telling him, Shayne's blonde brows furrowed and he had decided to bring this up privately to Ian.

"He's not happy." Those words crashed into Ian like a bus on a highway.

"This is terrible, I'm such a fool for throwing him into the deep so immediately," he lamented to Shayne.

"Hey, you decided on those things together." It was no use. Ian leaned heavily on his desk.

"I fucked up. Shayne, we need to fix this, fast!"

Ian got all cast and crew together and announced a secret project.

"This is so important, you guys," Ian said so earnestly that nobody dared to laugh. He handed everyone a list. It had all Anthony's likes, dislikes, beliefs, in-jokes and proudest Smosh-moments on it.

"Everyone must memorize these by tomorrow, that's an order!" Ian said. Everyone silently nodded in agreement.

The next day Anthony walked into the Smosh office a little apprehensively. He sighed.

"Come on, get hyped," he told himself. "Try to enjoy this. Ian got Smosh to survive because of this. Let's go!"

Not even one foot inside the building, Shayne says:

"Hi Anthony, wonderful to see you! Here you go, your favorite! Chai latte with a little extra spice!"

"Oh, thank you?" Anthony smiles as a crewmember approaches him.

"Anthony! Here's some vegan, gluten free bagels with vegan salmon and vegan cream cheese!"

"How did you know I love those?"

The crewmember just smiles.

Anthony takes only three steps further until he stops in his tracks. "Is that… Is that Breathless by Asking Alexandria?!"

"It sure is," Angela chimes in while doing a little dance and giggle.

Anthony only just gets to the door of the next room at the office and wants to grab the doorknob, Amanda says "I WOULDN'T DO THAT IF I WERE YOU!"

Anthony jumps and asks "why?"

Amanda lowers her head and raises one eyebrow while whispering: "you'll have to put ice on your precious hand if you touch it…"

Chanse and Tommy walk up to Anthony. Tommy is somehow covered in feathers, making a grandiose sigh. Chanse asks him: "Why the hell are you dressed like a chicken?!"

"And by the way," Arasha appears out of nowhere, holding a bag that says "popcorn" on it, "this popcorn is for… ME! Hahahaha, you don't like popcorn! We have sliced cucumber and guac for you inside.

Amanda opens the door with an oven mitten and Anthony looks into the room. Everyone is there: all of the cast and crew, sitting on bean bags and couches and blankets. Ian stands up in a onesie with his face all over it, and says: "Anthony! Are you ready to watch a movie with us? There's more drinks and food when you're done with those, but remember to go easy on the pepsi!"

Anthony smiles widely. All these people took the time to really get to know him. They are not just 'other people', they are an extension of Ian, an extension of Smosh. Anthony just knows Ian put them all up to this. And he hugs Chanse who stands closest to him and says "Thank you, you guys…" His eyes tear up a little.

#Anthony Day #thank you for this prompt!!#ianthony

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 2 years

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Apocalypse

PART 9

Summary: You run into someone from another community whilst running from Negan.

Warnings: Some strong language, injury details.

"You one of Negan's?"

You didn't know what to say as you stood there gawping at the man in the bushes. He was scowling at you as he held a crossbow at his side.

"We're tryna get away from Negan." Sam explained, stepping forward. "Who are you?"

"You're really not with Negan?" He asked. It was like he was scared, and honestly, if he knew Negan like you did, you didn't blame him.

"We're not with Negan." You assured him, cautiously walking towards him to hold out your wounded hands. "I promise."

"He do that?" He asked you, gesturing to your injuries.

"Not intentionally, but he was trying to bash my brother's brains in so I kinda grabbed hold of his bat."

"Shit."

"Yeah, and we need help. Are you with anyone else? I know Negan has like a whole army."

"I got a place." He grumbled, seeming kind of stand-offish as he spoke to you. "You hurt bad?"

"It's bad." Dean told him. "She needs medical attention. I know it's a long shot, but do you know anyone?"

"I know someone."

***

Alexandria. That was what he called it. The man who found you in the woods still hadn't told you his name, nor did you tell him yours. But he was offering help, so you'd be fools not to take it.

You suddenly felt a wave of anxiety come over you again as you followed the man through the gates of Alexandria. For all you knew he could be working for Negan, and this could've been a trap. But you didn't see that you had any other choice. You'd be screwed out there on your own, with no real weapons or resources.

A man met you at the gates and once he'd been informed about the situation, he seemed to be okay to let you in, although you could tell he was on edge. Maybe he thought you were working for Negan too.

"So you know Negan?" The man asked you, unease evident in his eyes as he looked at the three of you.

You nodded. "He found us in the woods a while back. We thought he wanted to help us, but it turns out, well...he didn't."

"Daryl says you're tryna get away from him?"

"Yeah, he's probably out hunting us right now."

"You're injured." The man suddenly said, holding his hands out for you to give him yours.

You nodded, letting him gently grip your wrists to see the blood soaked fabric that was secured around your palms. He didn't really say anything as he stared down at your hands, but you noticed how his own hands were shaking.

"She threw herself at Negan's goddamn bat." Daryl explained, before he walked off towards one of the houses in the distance. This place looked like a neigbourhood.

"Did he attack you?"

You shook your head, suddenly feeling breathless at the memory of what had happened just hours earlier. "No, but he was about to kill my brother Dean to get back at me."

"Get back at you?"

"Yeah, I tried to escape but he found out. So he lined us up outside...told me he was gonna kill my brothers and let me go."

"Jesus." He sighed, turning away from you then. "We can help you, but he'll be here soon so we've gotta be quick."

"What's your name?" You asked him.

"Rick."

"Rick?" You breathed out, suddenly remembering what Negan had said to you that first day you met him. "You're Rick?"

"Yeah." He said, a look of confusion appearing on his face.

"Negan told us about you when we first met him. Told us you know what happens when you cross him."

"Alright, let's get you fixed up." He suddenly said, turning to walk towards the houses as you all followed.

This man looked broken. Was this what Negan did to people? Broke them down until they were nothing?

Rick led you into one of the houses and instructed you to sit down at the kitchen table. Sam and Dean stood against the wall, clearly wary of this place. You weren't exactly relaxed either.

Your hands were still burning and you couldn't get Negan's voice out of your mind. He was really going to kill your brothers and let you live, just to spite you. He was evil.

"Hi there, I'm Denise." Someone suddenly said, snapping you away from your thoughts.

When you looked up, you saw a woman coming towards you, a kind smile on her face as she approached. You assumed she was the doctor in this place.

"I'm (y/n)." You replied, trying your best to keep your voice steady.

"Okay (y/n), I'm gonna check your wounds now. Is that okay?"

You nodded before she started to peel the fabric away from your skin, revealing the deep cuts underneath. You hissed when she removed the rest of the fabric, the cotton clinging to your open wounds as it was pulled away.

"Okay well it's starting to clot so that's a good sign." She said, her voice remaining positive the whole time. "I'm gonna clean the wounds now."

You simply nodded as she dipped a cloth in a bowl of water, gently dabbing it across your palms.

When Denise took out a needle and thead, you immediately squeezed your eyes shut to try and block out what was about to happen. You'd always hated needles and you knew that this was gonna hurt like hell.

Your eyes remained closed the entire time she was stitching the wounds and she actually had to tap your knee to get your attention when she was done. You opened your eyes to see your hands were now wrapped in fresh bandages.

Denise then gathered the supplies and stood up, looking down at you apologetically. "I won't be able to give you any painkillers because we can't risk Negan finding out. But you should take the stitches out after about a week or so."

"Thank you." You smiled. "But what do you mean, Negan will find out?"

"Oh, you don't know."

"No."

"He comes here for our supplies. Drugs, food, weapons." She explained. "If anything's missing he'll find out...and he uh...someone'll be punished."

"God he's such an asshole." You scoffed, standing up. "I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch."

"You all done in here?" A voice suddenly came. Rick was standing at the front door, visibly stressed as he tried to hurry you along.

You nodded as you followed him out of the house, Sam and Dean close behind.

"Look, we don't have much we can give you." Rick told you, before handing you a hatchet from his belt. "Now you have to go, because if Negan finds out-"

"We get it." You assured him, taking the weapon from him. "Thank you."

"Just...don't let him find you."

"We won't."

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The Silence of It

MASTERLIST

Chapter 10

Summary

Y/N has been with the group since the start of the apocalypse yet can’t help but feel like she doesn’t fit in anywhere. When they arrive at Alexandria, she should feel relieved. Instead she’s left feeling confused and stuck in her head. A certain someone helps her out of it.

After the meeting, you spent some time alone.

Ignoring the questioning stares and even the multiple attempts to strike conversation with you. Once they all returned, you felt shut off.

You had decided that after this was over, after the threat stopped lingering above your head, you were going to tell Daryl. But for now you were keeping him aside, couldn’t let him distract you.

Because, you had to come home from this. You needed to sink back into that fight or die mindset and you needed to come home from this.

You’d only spoken to one person in between coming home and leaving again, Rick catching you briefly when you went to get water in the middle of the night.

“There was room to oppose.” He had startled you, speaking in the dark kitchen. You turned towards him and sighed.

“Would it had made any difference?” The defeat was evident in your voice and he shook his head and approached you.

“I thought you of all people would understand this. I thought you’d be behind me on this.” He sounded frustrated at you.

Rick had a lot of weight as the leader, too much responsibility for one man. You respected him and he knew that no matter what, he had one person with him, no questions asked.

“I am always behind you.” You hissed. You didn’t want him to mistake this for betrayal, for any doubt towards him. “Always.”

“Then what.” He asked and you shook your head softly.

“I don’t know. I just feel it Rick, I feel like it’s deeper than this.” You felt breathless, needing somebody to understand this feeling in your stomach. “It’s going to go wrong out there.”

“It’s us or them.” His voice was firm, despite the panic in his own gaze.

“And what if it’s us this time.”

A plan was in place, or atleast as much of one as you could manage with the minimal knowledge you had.

You were still feeling uneasy, avoiding Daryl just adding to your stress. You had decided that when you came back from this, you’d talk to him and tell him everything in your head.

You’d stop relying on having time together. You just needed to come home from this.

You’d been shadowing Maggie for most of the day, helping her trek through the woods to look for a Gregory lookalike in the few wandering walkers.

She seemed antsy at your presence but Carol has earnestly requested you keep an eye on her, not happy that she was out here.

Now you were crouched in the damp grass, the sound of bugs and your own heartbeat nearly deafening. You looked next to you to see Rick, face glowing red from the bright lights off in the distance.

You were waiting for the signal to storm the compound, keeping a white knuckled grip on your gun, one you weren’t very familiar with.

You glanced to your other side to see Daryl in a squatted position, ready to move in first and take out the guard. He met your eye and you held his gaze for a while, seeing the hesitance behind his determination.

The apocalypse had made Daryl hard and equipped to handle the hardest of decisions, the dirtiest work, but you knew he didn’t like to do it just because it was necessary.

You gave him a firm nod, your only communication since returning home and he deflated a bit in relief.

A low whistle from Rick gave him the signal to rush in, slitting the throat of the second guard who was left outside. You all swiftly swarmed in, silent and efficient in clearing the body.

You stood just around the corner, infront of the rest of the group, and when the first guard returned with the man from Hilltop, you slung forward, pressing your knife up into the back of his skull.

There was no time to think about it, immediately spinning on your heel and following the rest of the team into the building.

It was silent, an eerie feeling draping over you. You had done some awful things and you knew this was nothing more than hitting first, but the silence of all the men sleeping was bringing reality forward.

You weren’t here to fight, you were here to put them down.

Still, the silence was reassuring you that nothing was going wrong. You watched with your gun up to your cheek as different teams snaked into the rooms and returned back without a hitch.

It was easy, or as easy as something this heavy could be.

And then the alarm went off.

You weren’t sure which direction the incident had came from, spinning around you to do a headcount of the group, the siren disorientating and dizzying.

You felt a tug against your jacket and glanced over to see Michonne pulling you against the wall and peering around the corner.

This was more familiar to you now, you thought. Rushing through the hallways, slightly crouched with your finger on the trigger. Around every corner was another stranger, another burst of bullets against bullets.

You’d lost track on who was with you and you pushed the thought into the back of your mind, there was no time to get hung up on the safety of your family.

You, Rick, Daryl, and Michonne, were side by side as you darted through the building. Relying on hand signals and the look in your leaders eye.

You weren’t sure what was coming from your gun versus from one of the ones next to you but you felt like you were on autopilot, barely keeping count of how many man you were killing.

You felt like you’d entered a new world by the time you got outside of the compound, sun having just risen. You were still panting when you saw the group leaving on the run saying their goodbyes and you were confused at their normalcy.

You felt a hand against your back and looked up to see Rosita, offering you a small smile and a nod of reassurance.

You gripped her shoulder and gave her one in return, signaling you were okay.

And you did feel okay despite your exhaustion. It was you or them and despite the moral dilemma, you’d make the same choice over and over again.

The sound of a motorcycle filtered through your rushing pulse and you sighed at the sight of a man cutting through the grass.

Somebody, you didn’t turn back to look, shot him off of the bike and he hit the ground hard. You furrowed your eyebrows as you got closer, realizing the bike was Daryl’s.

Raining was beginning to pour down again now and you watched said bike owner tackle the man, pulling his arm completely back to hit him repeatedly.

Rick gave you a look and you nodded, approaching Daryl and wrapping both your hands around his cocked arm.

He glared back at you, faltering a bit when he saw who it was. He roughly got off the man, holding your arms and pulling you towards him.

Rick had a foot pressed into the man’s chest, gun raised and cocked, when the walkie-talkie crackled to life.

“Lower your gun, prick.”

You were all heading towards where Maggie and Carol were being held, supposedly. You were chewing on your thumb and Rick glanced over towards you.

“What?” He rasped and you shook your head, propping your foot up on the truck seat.

“It doesn’t make sense.” You started, still shaking your head in confusion. “They weren’t inside the compound, we would’ve seen them leaving.”

He didn’t say anything, turning to face the window again and letting out a breath.

You stayed back as the group entered the second building to get back your group members, incase anybody inside ran out.

You quickly pieced together that Maggie and Carol were the only ones left inside, both bloody and shaking from whatever had transpired.

You heard Maggie tell Glenn that she couldn’t do this anymore, your heart dropping into your stomach, and you suddenly were afraid that you were going to cry.

Life seemed to be repeating itself now, once again. Giving you something good and then making you fight for it. Despite your gut telling you different, you hoped with everything inside of you that Rick was right and this time was different.

Daryl had caught you on the way into Alexandria.

You were walking slowly, taking in everybody greeting each other, some crying with relief at the return of their loved ones.

He had wrapped his hand around your arm, pulling you softly to the side.

You looked up at him with furrowed brows, a tired and saddened expression on your worn face. His mouth was downturned looking at you.

“Where have you been?” His voice was low and rough, barely a whisper and you suddenly felt the urge to hug him tightly.

You resisted, instead shaking your head and shrugging a little bit. He didn’t seem pleased, a hum falling from his lips.

His hair was getting long now, covering his face and eyes if he looked down, which he normally was.

You instinctively reached up and pushed a strand behind his ear, giving you a better view of his expressions.

As good as you were at reading emotions, he was just as skilled at hiding them.

“Are you okay?” You mumbled, glancing downwards at your feet to avoid his gaze and you heard him hum again, deep in thought.

He didn’t need to answer, you knew he was thinking similarly to you and if he noticed you avoided answering his question he didn’t mention it to you.

Denise had come to you, practically pleading for you to accompany her on a trip outside the walls. At first, you had sternly declined, trying your hardest to be nice when you explained to her it was almost certain death for someone as unskilled as her.

But a few hours after you denied her request, Rosita was walking past you looking like she was getting prepped to go out.

“Are you going somewhere?” You cocked your head and she stopped walking, turning to look at you.

“Denise has some place she wants us to check out.” She shrugged and her expression told you she thought it was as dumb as you did.

“Yeah yeah, she asked me too.” You sighed and hugged your arms together. “Who else did she manage to talk into it.”

She looked over her shoulder as an answer, you following her gaze and frowning when you saw Daryl throwing a pack into a rusty pick up truck.

You walked past Rosita, patting her arm and approaching the man, who was now inside the truck, leaning over it and fumbling around.

“You’re going?”

He jumped at the sound of your voice, nearly hitting his head on the steering wheel. He sat up halfway, squinting to see you in the bright sun. He offered a grunt and a nod and your frown deepened.

“Were you going to tell me?” You tried not to sound clingy but you felt a bit put off by his sudden disinterest in your whereabouts.

“Didn’t think you really gave a shit.” He mumbled, leaning back to mess with the truck more.

You realized now he was mad at you for being so distant, mistaking it for something else. You felt guilty at the anger in his voice.

He stood up finally, brushing past you and focusing on the back of the truck now. You were getting frustrated now alongside him.

“Daryl, can you look at me.” He ignored you, silently distracting himself. “Daryl.”

When he finally looked at you, you saw him soften the second he met your gaze, then immediately harden a second later. His eyes were dancing around your face, anger still evident.

“Don’t leave mad at me.“ You whispered, taking a step towards him and holding his jacket between your fingers.

He silently stared down at you and you wondered if now was a good time to tell him how you had been feeling, your reasoning for pulling away from him.

“I’ll stay here.” You nodded and laid your hand flat on his chest, feeling his heart beating. He seemed slightly relieved when you said that, but he was still tense and holding strong. “You come home to me, and then we will talk.”

Your eyes trailed down his face, neck, and landed on his chest where your hand was. You didn’t miss his heart rate going you slightly and you went back up to his eyes.

He still wasn’t saying anything, watching you look at him and touch him.

“Come home to me okay?”

Daryl had come home. Him and Rosita had, at some point, walked back through the gates but instead of with Denise, they had a bloodied Eugene and Abraham.

You hadn’t seen them, being quickly told by an Alexandrian when you had walked out of the house, curious what was taking so long.

It took you a while to find him, stopping by the doctorless infirmary to see Eugene, who had been injured, and doing a lap around the main square.

Eventually you caught sight of him, back by the graves, and you approached him as silently as possible.

He glanced back at you, of course hearing you before seeing you. He didn’t say anything, looking back towards the unburied grave.

You avoided looking at the white sheet. You couldn’t bare to think about it right now, think about how she had saved your life or how she had asked you to come with her. You wondered what had happened, if you being there could’ve made a difference or if it was unavoidable.

But for now, all you thought about was Daryl. You knew he held his classic survivors guilt, but you also knew that he had a sort of bond with Denise.

You opted for the best language you and Daryl spoke, saying absolutely nothing to him.

He tensed when you wrapped your arms around his middle from behind. Laying both of your palms flat on his chest and hugging him tightly, cheek against the leather of his vest.

He didn’t move for some time, still tense and hesitant against your touch.

Eventually, after a beat, he spun around and wrapped you in a proper hug. You felt his head hit your shoulder and you held your breath when he started to cry.

You put one hand to his hair, holding him tight against you, slightly worried he’d fall to the ground. You used your other hand to rub up and down his flannel covered arm, attempting to soothe him.

You felt your heart wrench, so used to the anger that would wave off of him instead of despair.

Eventually he pulled back, just slightly, to look down at you and if it were any other time, you’d blush from how close your faces were.

You kept him held tight against you, reaching up to brush his hair off his wet face. He instinctively followed your hand, pushing his head into it.

You took a shaky breath and held his gaze as you started to speak, needing him to understand you.

“Whatever it was,” You were nodding as you whispered. “I know you did everything you could.”

He started to shake his head, slightly pulling back from you and you cupped his cheek.

“Listen to me please.” You pleaded and he kept still, avoiding your gaze but no longer trying to move away from your touch. “You got Eugene back. Rosita and Abraham too. And you got her back, Daryl. You brought her home.”

He looked at you now, searching your eyes for any sign of pity or truth.

“You came home to me.” You said softly and you nodded again, adding support to your words. He was looking down at you, similar to a scolded animal and you could only hope he felt the importance of what you said.

You were scared slightly about how much his safety mattered to you over everything else.

“Should’ve been me.” His voice was scratchy and low but you just barely caught his words, eyes welling up at the thought of what he said.

You shook your head frantically, pulling a hand up to point it at his chest.

“You can’t ever say that.” You hissed and you felt a tear fall out, slightly embarrassed. “Don’t you say that again, promise me.”

He looked away from you and you tugged on his jacket, demanding his attention towards you. You pulled his sleeve, bringing his hand up towards yours and interlocking your smallest fingers.

He watched your hands with a drained expression. He didn’t understand why you cared so much if he got home, he couldn’t begin to fathom why you seemed to want him around so badly.

“Do you know how I’ll feel if you don’t come back?” You were still holding his pinky in yours, but you felt nausea climb up at the scenario.

He didn’t say anything. You started to feel panicked and frustrated at his lack of communication, freezing in place when he brought your hand up with his, pressing his lips against it.

You frowned softly, eyes wide in confusion and he looked bashful, like he might push you away any second. He kept a tight grip on his jacket with your free hand incase he tried.

Again, you wondered if now was a good time to talk to him. Once again coming to the conclusion that next time would be better, next time he comes home, next time a war ends, next time you feel safe.

You took a glance to the graves around you and suddenly felt like a ‘next time’ conversation wasn’t meant to happen anymore.

You took a deep, tight throat breath and tried to put your thoughts into words.

“It’s different.” You started and he looked slightly confused at what you meant. “The way I’d feel if you didn’t come home, it’s different.”

His gaze softened a bit, you felt his heart rate increasing again and tried to push forward in your vague confession.

“I need you to come home.” You stressed the word. “I need you, Daryl.”

You hoped he could understand what you meant without you having to spell it out, although you had little faith he’d believe it even if you directly spoke the words.

Regardless if he caught the double meaning or not, he mirrored your previous action, cupping your cheek and bringing your gaze back to him.

He was nodding slowly and his eyes were darting around like he was scared to hold your stare.

“You’ve got me.”

A/N AH they’re so cute!! Sorry if this is all over the place I wrote it in a lot of sittings and this season jumps around so much! I think reader is such a badass but I just really love them together and I hope you do too! This slow burn is truly slow lol but it’s burning!

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universitypenguin · 2 years

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Okay, so I’ve been working on this story for quite awhile in my head. Recently, I’ve even started putting it down on paper… 😂

The background to this scene: Ari retired from working as a Mossad field agent and moved to Canada. He served as a liaison officer with CSIS, but was recruited back to undercover work to stop an infamous North African gun smuggler. During this chapter he’s arriving to Alexandria, Egypt with his teammates.

Without further ado, here is the ‘meet cute’ scene from my upcoming story!

An Excerpt, from an untitled work

“They didn’t bother checking the hold,” Max said.

Ari ducked inside the cabin, pulling the door shut behind him. “Good. Now we just have to charm the locals.”

He stood at the controls and watched as Max backed the yacht into the rented slip.

“So, how’s the fiancée?”

Bile twisted in Ari’s gut. Stabbing pain blazed through his chest and he counted it as a blessing that Max was too focused on his task to notice the reaction.

“We broke up.”

“For real?”

It had been two years since he’d gotten together with Max. The last time was for beer and fishing in Belize. Other than the occasional text or call, they hadn’t caught up.

“Yeah. Sylvia and I called it off last month.”

“Mate, you should have called.”

Ari shrugged. “I figured I’d catch you up when we got together for the mission, but it was never a good time.”

Max looked as if he were about to say something, then frowned and tilted his head. The boat captain pointed towards the dock.

“Who is that?”

Turning, he saw Jake and Mariah standing with a woman. Ari pushed down his sunglasses to stare.

Max let out a low whistle. “Damn, that girl is fine!”

Truer words had never been spoken. Even with a distance between them, Ari’s gaze swept hungrily over the gentle curves of a shapely figure that should have been gracing the cover of magazines. Her dress was long enough for the conservative dress code of a Muslim county, but the shape underneath it screamed sex appeal.

“Hello, goddess…” Max murmured.

Ari’s lips twitched into a smile at the sound of breathless lust in his friend’s voice.

“Careful. We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto.”

“No…we’re not… supermodel or fitness instructor?”

Ari watched as the woman tilted her sunglasses up and gestured, speaking to Mariah.

“Huh?”

“Come on, she’s one or the other.”

“Trophy wife,” Ari said.

Max groaned and slapped the controls, shutting down the boat’s engine.

“You’re a spoilsport. You know that, right?”

“She’s at a marina in the middle of the day, wearing heels, and carrying a Prada handbag. If you don’t get ‘kept woman’ out of that, you should reconsider your profession.”

“Maybe she’s a trust fund baby and it’s daddy’s money,” Max said.

“Then you’d better get down there before Jake swoops her up.”

He laughed as Max took off like a puppy running towards a mud puddle.

Ari shut up the cabin and made his way down to the group. Sure enough, Jake was flashing his come-on smile and pushing his hair back from his eyes with a subtle bicep flex as he groomed himself. Max was trying to edge him out, stepping between the radiant beauty and the competition.

Next to them, Mariah was smirking. Her eyes darted between the two men like she was watching a tennis match. Ari ducked his head to hide a chuckle. When he came into ear shot, Mariah was happily accepting an invitation to a backyard barbecue.

“We’d love to come. What’s your address?”

“Actually, you’ll be right across the street from us. The receptionist just mentioned it, so I thought I’d stop by and introduce myself.”

Her accent was exotic - a blend of several different languages. It came off as vaguely trans-Atlantic, but he caught the subtle roll in her “r” sound. His interest piqued.

Max butted in as Ari came to stand beside Mariah, asking Galene about the local nightlife. He watched the woman shift her weight to her back leg as she noticed the male interest directed towards her. Unusual. In his experience with beautiful women, they soaked up casual flirting. Ones at this level of staggering beauty could play seductress, ingénue, or man eater, practically on command. When the woman shied away, his eyes narrowed. Max and Jake were more focused on each other than her reaction. Mariah was too busy being amused by the men’s byplay to see how she shivered and wrapped her arms around her abdomen. A gesture of self protection and uncertainty. Ari caught her gaze when she glanced towards the path leading to the parking lot.

Fear flashed in her eyes for a split second, before she hid it behind a polite mask.

“We don’t mean to keep you, Miss…”

“Eliades. Galene Eliades.”

Ari smiled politely. He was cautious as he held out his hand. If he hadn’t seen the subtle alarm in her reaction to Jake and Max, he’d have stepped forward into the handshake. Having noticed it, he kept his feet planted and left the full length of his arm between them.

Relief flickered across her face - but it seemed as if he were the only one who could read the emotions she wore on her sleeve.

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End of Excerpt

More of this story is coming soon!

#preview #upcoming #new fanfic #in progress #soon to be released #ari levinson x oc #Ari Levinson x mermaid

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garnishedarrogance · 2 years

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Jason's Playlist

Link: Cunning Boy

Kingslayer by Bring Me The Horizon feat. Babymetal

“I need to know where your loyalties lie. Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite? Do you really wanna twist a knife in the belly of the monster?”

Bleed it Out by Linkin Park

“Mama, help me, I've been cursed. Death is rolling in every verse... Can't contain him, he knows he works. Fuck, this hurts, I won't lie. Doesn't matter how hard I try... So why try ignoring him? Make it a dirt dance floor again. Say your prayers and stomp it out when they bring that chorus in.”

귀걸이가 나를 때리게 (Ring on my Ears) by ONEWE

“One, it shines brightly like the moon. Two, hang the keys in my ear. Three, I take a hold of the rope and climb up. Four, I'll get a hold on a longer rope and keep going up.”

Doom Du Doom by P1harmony

“Doing it all my way, it’s just as my body leads me. It’s just the way I feel now. This is my rhythm. This is my song. It’s how I sing it.”

Bang x2 by BAP

“Noisy people just keep talking every day. Even if they frown, they can’t stop us. What are you so nervous about? Time is passing. Take yourself out from yourself, the world can’t compete with you.”

Trauma by ONEWE

“Soak my heart. Reach out your hand and save me, who fell into that deep ocean. Hurry! I knew it'd end up like this but the trauma has already spread.”

Rescue Me by Day6

“I'm floating. Please, give me your hand. So tired, I'm breathless. Please, help me breathe. Filled with emptiness, lost in the universe. Please, rescue me. Please, make a place for me to stand.”

Eden by IZ

“It's a long way to go. That day that my dream will become reality is getting closer. Floating on a cloud beyond time, the stars in this sky are just out of reach. Look far away, what do you see?”

옥탑방 (Rooftop) by N.Flying

“You pulled my hand, saying you wanted to see the stars. We sat on the rooftop at sunset. Every time I look up at the sky there’s not a single star. It’s alright, you’re my universe, shine bright for me.”

LO$ER=LOVER by TXT

“From rock bottom, crawling, fighting, bleeding, now I’m sick of it. Refuse, then I fuckin’ take it all. Crying... Forget it now. Love you no matter what I do.”

Stupid Love by ONEUS

“I don’t care if you’re bad, because it’s you. It doesn’t matter that I’m not the only one by your side. I know, I know, I’m in stupid love. There’s nothing wrong with giving it all, I’m in stupid love.”

꿈속에서 놓친 너, 옅은 잠결에 흐르길 (Montage_) by ONEWE

“Remember me. I can rewind to the smile you had on your face last night. I shake my hands, I won't let go of the safari that has so many thoughts. Love me like you always used to. I stayed up all night just to be yours. Tonight, I feel like it's not too late yet. May you flow into my light sleep.”

Someone, Somewhere by Asking Alexandria

“It was you that told me I could do this. You put the music in my heart and how you sang with the band in Memphis. It's hard just to be strong not knowing if I've done you proud. I like to imagine you smiling when you hear my songs.”

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How to save a cat Part III

The relationship between Carl and Y/N evolves, and not everyone appreciates that… Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, angst, violence

Over the next few weeks, Garfield recovered. And it was inevitable: The relationship between you and Carl evolved rapidly. You only met secretly, either at secluded places in Alexandria, or Carl climbed on the roof under your window at night, woke you up by tapping softly on the window, and then you sat together on the roof for hours, holding hands, making out a bit and looking at the stars. Most of the time, though, you just talked. But there was always the danger of being seen and caught.

One night the mood between you was very sexy, and it ended with you having your hands in Carl's pants and stroking him, Carl bucking his hips, moaning softly, and caressing your boobs. "Do you mind if I cum on your hand, baby?" whispered Carl, breathless with arousal.

"No," you kissed him softly on the lips as he also began to spill his cum all over your hand, whimpering. With hearts beating wildly, you held each other. You didn't have anything with you to clean yourselves up.

Carl looked at you. "Y/N?" You raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to maybe... sleep with me?" he asked shyly.

"Now?" you responded in shock. It wasn't very comfortable on the roof - especially for someone who was inexperienced - and the night breeze quite chilly, and there was no way you could take Carl to your room. Your parents could notice it. But you also desired it - Carl's caresses excited you incredibly, besides, you were head over heels in love with him. You wanted to be as close to Carl as possible.

"No," he said hurriedly, laughing nervously, "Of course not right now. I meant sometime, soon." He cracked his knuckles and glanced at you uncertainly.

"Yes," you replied simply and kissed him. "I want to make love to you, too, Carl."

He beamed happily at you. "Okay. I'll take care of condoms." A little later he said goodbye and climbed down the tree in front of your house, walking home elated. Neither of you suspected that he was being watched from a downstairs window.

***

The next morning, Carl was on his way to his guard duty. He had slept too long and was already running late, hurrying down the streets of Alexandria. Guilelessly, he rounded a corner when someone unexpectedly grabbed him by the upper left arm, brutally punched him in the stomach twice, ripped off his bandage and threw it in the dirt, then twisted his arm. Tears welled up in Carl's eyes, he couldn't even scream, the pain in his stomach was so intense. "You stay away from my daughter, Carl," your father hissed hatefully in Carl's ear. "Y/N is way too good for you, you're not worthy of her, just look at you," he said with a sneer. "The sight of you is an inconvenience. Your scar is hideous. No wonder you always cover it up. It would have been better if you had died from that shot. I won't let my daughter ever be seen with someone like you, understand? You look like some creature from Wrong Turn, who could ever love you?" he taunted Carl before pushing him to the ground, sneering at him and sauntering off as if nothing had happened. Carl lay curled up on the ground holding his stomach, tears streaming down his face.

No one had ever spoken so viciously about his injury; not even Negan. The latter had made fun of it and marveled at the empty eye socket, but then conceded that it had just been a joke and Carl had no reason to be ashamed of the scar. But this was different. Carl was aware that he might have been the first to look behind the governor's smooth facade and realize what lurked behind it: an abysmally evil and empathy-less man. Robert Andrews, the governor, was dangerous, and Carl was very afraid for you.

After a while, Carl managed to get to his feet and made his way to your house with a bad feeling.

There, hidden behind a wall, he spotted your father who was chopping down the tree in front of the house. Carl knew there was nothing he could do right now; reluctantly he went home, with his stomach ache and sprained arm he could not do his guard duty anyway.

You were caught off guard by events just as Carl was before. You left the bathroom to go downstairs to breakfast when your father grabbed you by the hair, yanked you around and threw you against the wall. You yelled out loud as your shoulder was bruised. Before you could get up again, he kicked you several times, then grasped you by the collar and dragged you to your room. "You get to watch me cut down the tree in front of the house now," he let you know with a cold smile. "No more Carl climbing up to your window. No more sneaky dates. No more dating at all! I warned you. You're to stay away from that white trailer park trash. You stick to your room!"

He slammed the door and locked you in, and you broke down crying. Garfield lay on the bed watching you from his big amber eyes, then came to snuggle up to you. He meowed quietly. You buried your face in the cat's soft fur, sobbing desperately. But you were already so used to your father's abuse that you quickly shrugged it off. You just hoped he would leave Carl alone.

Not wanting other people to become aware of how he was treating you, your dad let you out the next day. "'See Carl Grimes again, and you'll regret it. And so will he," he threatened. "I'll find out."

That's why you were half-mad with fear when you met Carl behind the stables a few hours later. He looked pale and unhappy, and you fell into each other's arms. You noticed immediately that Carl tensed in your embrace, as if he were in pain. "Carl? What's wrong?" you asked alarmed. He held his stomach, his face contorted. "Are you hurt?"

"It's nothing," he groaned, avoiding looking you in the eyes. "It's just... yesterday I was fighting with a walker, and he grabbed me and threw me onto a trash can."

You reached for his flannel and shirt and lifted both. "Oh, God, Carl," you said in horror. A huge hematoma was visible below his ribs. "That must hurt terribly. Poor you. Come here." You stroked his back. "We have to be more careful," you whispered. "My dad, he knows. He chopped down the tree."

Carl nodded somberly. "I saw it. Do you want us to break up? I could understand," he said sadly. "I might not be good enough for you anyway, either. You're so pretty, you come from a politician's dynasty, and I'm just... maybe someone else would be better for you." He fiddled with the bandage. "You don't have to feel obligated to be with me just because I helped you with Garfield, you know."

Disgruntled, you groped for his hand. "Carl, what is this bullshit? What makes you think I don't want you anymore? I love you, you moron. And I don't want to be with anyone but you." You involved him in a kiss. "We just need to be more careful," you repeated. "Already forgotten, you get condoms," you tried to lighten the atmosphere.

Carl silently hugged you to him and stroked your head. "We'll just meet outside," he then decided. "I'll take the car out by myself, and you climb over the wall, and then I'll meet you outside Alexandria."

You nodded. "That's what we'll do."

***

When Carl went home later, he encountered Michonne in the kitchen. Rick was apparently not home. Carl had been unable to bring himself to tell you about your father's assault on him; he didn't want to add fuel to the fire, and he was also ashamed of how helpless he had been.

It had also stirred up unpleasant memories in him, of how he had almost been raped then, of how he had been lying on the wooden soil, unable to defend himself, at the mercy of his tormentor. Most of the time Carl repressed it all, but now it was present again and tortured him. He just couldn't talk about it.

And your father's spiteful words burned inside him and made him feel bad and worthless to top it off.

Michonne immediately recognized that something was wrong with Carl. "Carl? What's the matter?" she asked cautiously, lowering the knife she had been using to slice carrots.

He hesitantly met her gaze. "Uum, it... it's just, I have a girlfriend." Michonne tilted her head in confusion. Carl's expression didn't match the happy news. "It's Y/N, the governor's daughter, and... and he doesn't want that. He's told me very clearly that I'm not what he wants, and I'm not good enough, and he doesn't want me and Y/N together, but we love each other." Carl rubbed his chin defiantly. "So we're meeting secretly, just outside of Alexandria now, but I... we plan to... soon, so, we want to have sex with each other, and I need condoms," he then blurted out, red-faced.

Michonne was trying to process all this information. Despite everything, she was glad that Carl had confided in her. "The condom thing is no problem Carl, but where are you guys going to go? Why don't you just come here and go to your room? You know you have your privacy there.“

Carl's eye widened. "No," he protested. "Y/N would never enter our house, she's far too afraid of her dad finding out!" He looked scared himself.

Michonne frowned and pushed aside the incredulous anger at the governor. Carl and Y/N didn't deserve this. So it would probably happen in the back seat of Carl's car, on some country lane where Carl and Y/N could neither relax nor feel safe. Michonne felt bad at the thought - Carl wasn't just her best friend, he was like a son to her. She would have liked something less complicated for him.

Carl seemed to have read her mind, because he said, "We have a place we can go where it's safe and we'll be undisturbed," he revealed to her. "Don't worry about it."

Michonne looked at him inquiringly, registering how tense he was and how pasty. "I'm glad to hear that. But Carl, that's not all, there's more," she said softly. Carl's lower lip quivered, then he began to cry.

Michonne took him in her arms, and now he was sobbing. "Robert Andrews... he said to me I was ugly because of the scar, no one would ever love me, and it would have been better if I had died then," he said in a choked voice. "He said it was an inconvenience to have to look at me."

"That's not true," Michonne said, aghast, holding Carl a little away from her to stare at him. His eye was red from crying.

"Yes, it is," he sniffled. "That's what he said." He didn't mention the beating.

Michonne was speechless, she would have preferred to go right out and kill the governor, but she forced herself to be calm so as not to upset Carl even more. He looked like he had hardly slept anyway. She cuddled him gently and murmured comforting words. "I'll get you the condoms, and then the two of us will bake waffles with strawberries," she announced, struggling to somehow cheer Carl up. He loved waffles with strawberries. "And after that, you're going to sleep." Later, she would talk to Rick about it.

Rick was sad and angry when he learned about it later. Carl had endured so much awfulness in his short life, so many losses, and now this douchebag of a so-called governor was insulting him and shattering his self-confidence. Rick was so proud of how Carl's personality had developed, and Lori would have been, too, had she lived to see it. Hershel as well.

Couldn't Robert Andrews see how lovable, brave and sensible Carl was? How could he behave so callously toward him? Besides, it just wasn't true that the scar disfigured him; even if Carl himself still saw it differently. "I could kill Andrews," Rick growled. "Where's Carl?"

"He's asleep," Michonne informed him. "He said he had a headache. And I'm afraid you'll only make things worse for Carl and Y/N if you confront the governor." Frustrated, she threw a rag into the sink. "I already told Carl that it's really important that they use protection every time. If Y/N gets pregnant, it would be fatal."

***

The next day, Carl made his way to the main gate. Negan had arrived, some goods were to be traded, and since Rick was on a mission of exploration in a nearby town, that task fell to Carl.

His stomach still aching, he slowly circled one of Negan's pick-ups and looked at the goods on the back of the truck - oranges, lemons and more exotic fruits. "Okay, we can use several palettes of these," he said, holding his stomach unobtrusively. "In exchange, we'll offer eggs, bacon and corn."

Negan eyed Carl from top to bottom. "What's the problem, serial killer?" he then asked straightforwardly. "You look like shit."

"Oh, thanks, Negan," Carl replied aggrieved. "I already know I'm so ugly I'd better be dead, and the sight of me is an insult! You don't have to tell me that, just shut the fuck up!" he yelled at Negan.

The latter flinched, startled. "That's not what I mean," he said, puzzled. "You look really sick, Carl. You're as white as a ghost." Again he eyed Carl. "You haven't been... bitten, have you?" he asked in a lowered voice.

"No," Carl muttered. "It's just, a zombie threw me on a trash can, and my stomach's been hurting ever since. It'll be fine," he finished sullenly.

"Doesn't look like it. You have two doctors in your crappy Alexandria town," Negan opined sternly. "You should see one of them. For your own sake. Just my two cents." He shook his head in annoyance.

So, after completing the trade, Carl went to the doctor's office, where he found Siddiq, and also told him the tall tale of the walker who had attacked him. Siddiq instructed Carl to lie down and expose his abdomen, then carefully palpated Carl’s body. Carl wailed in pain. "That's a massive bruise, Carl," Siddiq expressed with concern. The injury was just below Carl's old scar. "What other symptoms do you have? Did you throw up after the accident?"

"Twice," Carl admitted meekly. "The abdominal pain is pretty bad, too."

"Did you witness blood coming out of any part of your body?" insisted Siddiq.

"Um, no." Carl pulled down his shirt and sat up.

Siddiq sighed and rummaged around in a closet. "I hope you don't have a ruptured spleen, and that it's just a bad bruise," he then informed Carl, handing him some pain killers. "We'll have to wait and see. Take the pills, and get into bed. You need rest. Do not lift anything heavy. No strenuous activity. I will check on you tomorrow." Carl nodded gratefully and went home.

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl fanfiction #carl grimes #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes smut #how to save a cat

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