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frost-queen · 5 months

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Bodyguarded (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

Requested by: Anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: Reader is Rick's younger sister. You're very sweet with a sharp tongue which Shane doesn't seem to like. Shane keeps bothering you as he finds you cocky. To your surprise is Daryl always around to keep Shane away from you eventhough he doesn't like you, right? [ read part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 5 ]

A basket got dropped beside you. It made you look up from your crouched position. – “Seriously?” – you called out at Shane. – “You couldn’t have dropped this ten minutes ago? We are almost finished.” – you went on. Shane exhaled loud wiping his hand down his mouth. – “Why do you always have to open your big mouth.” – he replied with a soft glare. You slapped the shirt in your hand down in the water as some water splashed up. Getting all worked up by how he threated you.

Shane watched as you got up but before you could do anything had Carol jumped up with you. Moving her hands in front of you to hold you back. One look of her was enough to make you settle down. – “Just do as you are told!” – he ordered finding himself amusing. You clenched your jaw, pushing with your body against Carol’s arms as they kept you in place. Shane scoffed funnily before walking off. Sighing loud lowered Carol her arms from around her.

“Come on Y/n.” – she said softly with a gentle nod. You took another deep breath squatting down again. – “I just don’t understand why he brought this now. He knew he had laundry ten minutes ago, didn’t he.” – you spoke trying to understand why he would taunt you like this. Carol took out a shirt, splashing it into the water. – “Let’s finish this up together.”

Carol and you washed the rest of Shane’s clothing. Obeying to what you have been told. When you were done you went back with Carol to the camp. You went over to Glenn handing him his clothes back. – “Aw sweet Y/n!” – he said bowing to you as a thank you. It made you smile back. You then went over to the campfire where Daryl sat munching on some meat. You gestured in silence to his clothing, moving them up in your hands.

Daryl gave you a brief glance before continue to ignore you. You wanted to place it down as Daryl suddenly pointed at his tent. You nodded back making your way over to his tent to lay it down in the front. You barely got up when you felt two arms wrap tightly around you. It startled you making you squeak loudly. Recognizing the arms around you, you eased up.

“Do that again sweetheart I like the way you sound.” – you heard Carol’s husband comment at you. Daryl spitted on the ground turning his gaze towards him in a tight clench. You turned around glaring at him for even saying such a thing in front of Carl. Carl was still hugging you as you held your hands against his back.

Carol gave you a look of sympathy wishing she could do something against her husband’s behaviour. You turned your attention down to your nephew. You led him away from everyone. – “Stay close with him!” – you heard Shane call out to you. You looked briefly over your shoulder seeing him stand by the car, elbow leaning against the open door. You simply turned back to the front as Shane scoffed. Finding you very cocky and thinking you were full of attitude when you honestly weren’t.

You just never understood why Shane was like this towards you. Carl and you made your way towards the woods a bit drifting away from the others. – “Auntie Y/n.” – Carl said as you hummed loud as a reply. Carl jumped on top of a log balancing his way across. You remained by his side in case he lost his balance. Carl hopped off joining your side. He picked up a stick, swaying it around. – “Do you still think about dad?” – he asked as it made you stop shocked. Then you turned around to him with a sweet smile.

“Everyday little one.” – you answered stroking his cheek. Your motion slowed down feeling a sudden wave of sadness. Thinking back about your brother Rick made you emotional. Carl noticed how glossy your eyes had become. – “Sorry auntie Y/n… I didn’t mean to make you sad.” – he said feeling guilty of ever asking it. You sniffed loud, blinking your tears away. – “Don’t worry about it Carl.” – you told him with a laugh.

You straightened your posture pulling him close to your body for a hug. – “If you ever want to talk about your dad and feel like you have no one to turn to, you come to me.” – you said hugging him tightly. Some twigs snapped as it didn’t make you respond quickly enough. Before you knew it had someone grabbed your elbow, pulling you away from Carl. – “I told you to stay close!” – it was Shane who yelled at you. Holding you roughly by the elbow.

“Do you want to put Carl in danger?” – he continued shaking at your elbow. – “Do you think you can save Carl from any walkers?” – he laughed once mockingly. – “Let her go!” – Carl called out running up to Shane to pound his fists against his chest. – “Go to your mother Carl!” – Shane made clear pushing Carl off him. – “Don’t talk to him like that!” – you answered loudly.

Shane’s face contracted with anger. He grabbed you by your neck, pushing your head down. – “I am so done with your attitude Y/n!” – he responded pulling you with him. – “No! leave her alone!” – Carl shouted at him. – “Go to your mother Carl!” – Shane roared out. Carl turned around taking a run for it while wiping his tears away.

“Shane let me go!” – you screamed trying to get his grip from on your neck. He puffed loud pushing you down onto the ground. Body hitting the ground and rolling a bit over. – “I’ve had it with you Y/n!” – he made clear pacing around. Wiping his chin. Breezing around like a hungry wolf. – “I don’t want you near him anymore. You are a bad influence.” – he spoke rubbing his hand over his head. You scoffed shockingly with an amusing undertone. – “I’m sorry. Boss!” – you snapped at him sarcastically.

Shane puffed his chest up slightly raising his hand till he stopped. Eyes widening at the feeling at the back of his head. – “You raise that hand of yours and I’ll shoot.” – you heard come from behind him. Leaning a bit to the side, you saw Daryl stand behind Shane with his crossbow against the back of his head. Shane lowered his hand again with a grunt.

Daryl moved his crossbow slightly to the side, right over his shoulder. An arrow fired. With a zap it found it’s target. Seconds later the sound of a corpse dropping. You had gasped looking over your shoulder to see the last of a walker drop down. – “Next one will be through your head.” – Daryl whispered to Shane. Shane moved storming off.

Daryl lowered his crossbow stepping over to you. He lowered his hand to you, looking away. Hesitantly you took it allowing him to pull you back up to your feet. – “Tha-“ – you started cut off by Daryl walking off. Taking a few deep breaths, you returned afterwards back to camp. Lori looked at you concerned holding Carl against her side. You simply smiled faintly at her to show her it was all right. You didn’t want her to worry. You took refuge in your tent needing time alone.

At nightfall some were sitting around the campfire. You sat near Glenn laughing silently at some funny things he said. You stopped laughing seeing Shane seemingly make his way over to you. He neared and before he could take another step had Daryl gotten up from his seat near you. His gaze stern, posture grand. Carol watched Daryl pressing her lips amusingly together.

Shane puffed with a shake of his head, turning back around. You were looking at Daryl, questionable when your eyes locked as he looked back at you. The contact was brief as Daryl seated himself back down as if nothing had occurred. Shyly smiling at yourself you couldn’t help but feel special that Daryl seemingly did seem to care for you. Otherwise he wouldn’t step in and just let Shane do whatever he likes around you.

Daryl noticed you were staring all smiley at him, making him shift his posture more away from you. You smiled looking down making briefly eye contact with Carol across the fire. Instantly you snorted knowing she was probably thinking the same. Glenn went on to talk to you as if nothing had happened.

After a few days you started to notice Daryl was more around you. Always near to keep a close eye on Shane. Whenever he even made the slightest movement towards you, he made one little movement to let Shane know if he even tried he’d be face to face with him. One day you decided to tease him about it. You were in the woods with Carol, Lori and Carl further down as you made your way over to Daryl who was keeping a watchful eye on you all.

Daryl looked uncomfortable away when you neared. – “Daryl.” – you said to greet him. – “Y/n.” – he mumbled back, looking around as if searching for walkers. You weren’t getting much out of him further so you decided to prank him. Suddenly you gasped loud as if startled. It made Daryl turn his head concerned to you. – “Is that Shane?” – you called out making Daryl turn his head again to look in the direction you were looking.

He immediately took a defensive pose before you, almost grabbing for his crossbow. When he noticed he was looking at nothing, he sighed loud. – “Damn it Y/n!” – he grunted out. – “Do you think this is funny?” – he asked looking your way. – “I do when you get so protective over me.” – you responded with a smile. Daryl rolled with his eyes. – “Like hell I care.” – he outed sounding annoyed.

You kept looking all smiley at him making it almost impossible for him to keep himself from looking back at you. – “I think you do care. Otherwise you wouldn’t keep Shane away from me.” – you told him. Daryl puffed loud. – “Maybe I just don’t like him.” – he responded with half a shrug. – “Or you just very much like me?” – you teased grabbing him by his shirt.

Daryl swallowed nervously when your noses almost touched. Daryl’s expression softened around you. His breathing tickling your lips. His expression made you blink surprised seeing the lovey dovey’s in his eyes. He moved his hand to your cheek letting it brush against it. Before he knew it he closed the gap between your lips, kissing you hard. You hummed loud, pulling away. - "So not caring are you?" - you chuckled out. - "Shut up." - Daryl answered before shutting you up with another kiss.

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celtic-crossbow · 5 months

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-Everyone at a small gathering in Alexandria-

Carl: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier.

Enid: Violently studies.

Glenn: Violently sleeps.

Maggie: Violently looks over expansion plans.

Spencer: Violently checks out Y/N.

Y/N, looks worriedly between Spencer and Daryl: Violently kisses Daryl.

Daryl: Violently stabs the head lady’s kid.

Rick: Violently worries about the previous statement.

Y/N: Violently takes Daryl home.

Rick: Violently appreciates that.

Carl: Violently wonders how that escalated so quickly.

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carlplsrailme · 11 months

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𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 | 𝐜.𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

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

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: riding, p in v sex, etc

word count: 500

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

he's gotten on your last nerve.

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

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

you're so bored.

"do-"

"no."

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

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

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

"Carl."

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

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

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

"the cowboy rule," you begin

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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carlgrimesenthusiast · 3 months

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Boob guy! Carl?? I hope u like that..

Muakk

warnings: nipple piercings, carl playing with readers boobs, making out. ( pls tell me if there are more, thank you )

pairings: carl grimes x female!reader

a/n : i’m back 😝 anyways, carl is definitely a boob guy and nobody can tell me otherwise. sorry if i’m rusty, i haven’t written in forever. it’s short, so. be-aware. thank you 🫶

you sat on carls lap, hands behind his neck playing with his hair. you moaned softly, feeling his soft lips graze against your neck. he tugged at your shirt, mumbling a quick, “off.” before you obliged and pulled the worn out t-shirt off. he caressed your curves, fondling with the silver metal on your nipple. “fuck.” carl whispered, he squeezed your boobs, feeling the weight of them in his hands. carls lips connected with yours, like a magnet. sloppy kisses were shared, his lips making his way back to your neck. lifting his head up slightly, his tooth bit at your ear lobe. “they’re so fucking perfect.” he praised, fiddling with the piercing. he left a trail of kisses from your neck to your chest, lips immediately wrapping around the bud. uneven, heavy breathes released from your mouth. hands finding their way to carls hair again, pulling.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #the walking dead #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes twd #carl x you #carl grimes fanfic #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes smut #smut

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thewalkingthread · 6 months

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"He's Mine" - R.G.

pairing: rick grimes x f!reader

summary: s4 ep16. Joe's group finds you in the woods. reader is the one targeted instead of Carl

warnings: cursing, angst, mentions of sexual assault, blood, gore

a/n: this scene is my Roman Empire

You were tired, exhausted from the day's journey. It's been three days since the attack at the prison. Three days since you've seen most of your family. You were lucky enough to have found Rick and Carl after everything went down, even luckier when Michonne came knocking on the front door of the house you were hiding out in.

It was nighttime now, you sat in the front seat of a rundown truck while Carl laid down in the backseat. It was unlikely that you'd get much sleep being so vulnerable in the open right now but Rick and Michonne insisted that you get some rest.

Your eyes stayed on the pair as they sat on a log off the side of the road. Every so often Rick would look into the truck, his eyes locking on yours before he returned back to his conversation with Michonne.

Things with Rick has always been a bit confusing for the both of you. It was clear from the moment you met that there was something there between you. Of course, nothing ever came out of it. He was married and desperately trying to fix the brokenness in his family.

Now that Lori has passed, it's been even weirder. Neither one of you wanted to make the first move and burst the safety bubble you were in, in terms of friendship. Nonetheless, you both knew you cared for one another deeply.

Your eyes dart to the woods when you see movement. Your heart drops as you see a few men creeping in the trees, eyes directly on Rick and Michonne. You knew what was about to happen. You weighed your options. You could scream and warn them, but you had no idea how many of them there were, nor do you know their intentions.

You guys are incredibly unarmed, nothing good would come out of this.

"Carl." You mumble quietly, trying not to make it obvious that you weren't alone in the truck. You have no idea how many of them are our there, no idea how many people were looking at you right now.

Carl stirred and grumbled slightly at your call, you shush him immediately.

"Carl, I need you to very slowly and quietly lay down on the floor of the truck. Keep the blanket over you completely." You mumble. "There are people surrounding us. I need you to hide until me or your dad tell you to come out. Do you understand me?" Your heart raced as you saw the men creep out from the treeline.

Carl quietly did what you said. "Y/N? What's happening?" He was scared. Carl tries his best to keep up with his dad and be a man, but he's still just a boy. It's a scary world now.

"Everything will be okay. Stay hidden, no matter what you hear, okay? Promise me." Your breathe hitched.

"I promise."

That was the last thing he said before one of the men shoved his gun against Rick's temple. You jumped in your seat as another man smacked on the window next to you. You tried your best to avoid glancing back at Carl.

The man grinned at you through the mirror, the creepiest grin you've ever seen. You couldn't hear what the other men were saying to Rick, but eventually a few more men came into view.

The creep tapped on the window, licking his lips as he stared.

Daryl strolled up to the group, it looked like they knew each other?

"Joe!" Daryl yelled, giving a name to the mystery man. You could tell he was trying to talk down the man that held a gun to Rick's head. It looked like whatever Daryl was saying was working, the man still held his gun against Rick but it looked like he was thinking about what Daryl was saying. All hope and relief you felt when your eyes met his vanished when two men grabbed Daryl, punching and kicking him.

Your heart drops as the other man throws Michonne to the ground. The door of the truck swings open and you pray that Carl is brave enough to be silent.

The man grabs you roughly, pulling you out of the truck before patting you down and throwing your pocket knife a few feet away. You fought to wiggle out of his grip but he pushed you against the ground faster than you could blink.

"Shhh.." He says into your ear. "We're gonna have some fun, sweets."

"Leave her be!" You could hear Rick yell over all the commotion. The grunts of Daryl filled your ears as he got punched and kicked only a few feet away from you.

The man on top of you was chuckling as you tried to fight him off, clawing at him and squirming to get out from underneath him.

"Listen, it was me. It was just me." Rick grumbles to Joe.

"See, now that's right. That's not some damn lie." Joe chuckles. "Look, we can settle this. We're reasonable men."

"Get off of me you sick bastard!" You shout, spitting at the man. His hands found it's way to your chest and you screamed as he touched you.

"First, we're going to beat Daryl to death. Then the girl. Then when Dan finishes having his fun with that one over there, we'll all have a turn." The smugness in his voice was deafening.

"Then I'm going to shoot you and then we'll be square." Laughter leaves Joe's body.

"Let her go." Rick says again, as your being turned onto your stomach.

You wanted to cry as Dan pressed your face into the dirt. The pain was forgotten as the sound of his belt buckle clanking rang through your ears.

"This is going to be a whole lot worse for you if you don't stop fighting." Dan grunts into your ear, pressing against your butt. Sobs begin to leave your mouth as reality of what was about to happen sets in.

There was no hope.

The man tugs at your jeans, trying to pull them down.

A gun fires. Everyone seems to pause for a moment. Dan stops for a moment and you take the opportunity to look up, praying that none of you were hit by the bullet.

You see Rick take a swing at Joe before Joe hits him right back, knocking him to the ground. Dan immediately goes back to what he was doing, trying to rip your clothes off of you. You reach for you pocket knife that was just out of reach.

Your cries filled at air when Dan pins you down once again.

"What the hell are you gonna do now, sport?"

Then a squelching sound fills the air before a body thuds to the ground. This time everyone freezes in surprise. You look back at Rick to see him completely covered in blood from his nose to his chest. He spits out blood and skin and your eyes fall onto Joe's limp body on the ground, blood gushing out of his throat.

Fuck.

Michonne doesn't waste a beat as she grabs a gun and shoots the guy holding her before taking out the ones that held Daryl.

Dan is on his feet in seconds once he realizes he's the only one left. He pulls you up, pressing against you as he holds a knife to your throat.

"I'll kill her. I'll- I'll kill her!" He shouts as Michonne points the gun at him.

"Let her go!" She demands.

Rick pulls a knife out of Joe, standing up and balancing himself. His eyes lock onto Dan, it was almost like he had tunnel vision. He pants.

"He's mine."

Rick takes a few strides towards you and you feel Dan's grip on you loosen as he's consumed with fear. He pushes you forward, staring to beg Rick for mercy.

Daryl catches you from hitting the ground as you watch Rick stab Dan over and over again. Michonne stands by you, trying to block your view of the slaughter.

"Carl." You whisper, realizing that he was still tucked inside the truck. "C-carl." You wiggle out of Daryl's grip, running to the truck and swinging the back door open.

You could see Carl's figure shaking underneath the blanket. "Carl." You say again. "Come on out, it's okay." You whisper. Slowly he peaks his head out, once his eyes meet yours, his body instantly relaxes and he's pushing himself off the ground and throwing himself into your arms.

You, Carl and Michonne stayed in the truck for the rest of the night while Daryl and Rick stayed outside. Nobody talked. Rick looked to be in his head.

Carl laid on across the back seat, his head resting on my lap. You tried to lull him to sleep but it was clear that nobody would be getting a blink of sleep after what just played out.

When the sun started to rise you asked Michonne to take your place, not wanting Carl to be alone. Daryl had gone out to scout the area.

You poured some water onto a clothe and sat down in front of Rick, settled between his legs but leaving enough space to make it appropriate.

His eyes flickered to yours as you wiped the blood off his face.

“Should’ve saved the water.” His voice was hoarse. You shook your head, trying your best to clean him.

“He shouldn’t see you like this.” You say calmly, wiping his hands clean once his face and neck were clean. Rick watched you intently.

“Are you okay?” His voice softens as he asks. You clear your throat, flashbacks of last night playing through your head. Ricks clean hand reaches up and his thumb rubs your cheek softly.

You were able to catch sight of your face in the car mirrors. Red scuff marks littered your face where you were pressed into the ground.

“I’m okay, it’s not that bad.” You shrug. Rick stared into your eyes, his hands still holding your face.

“Are you okay?” He asks again, really holding your gaze. Your chest tightens and you know you won’t be able to fight the tears.

Rick let’s go of your face but pulls your body into his immediately. You let the tears fall as he held you. “I’m so sorry.” He whispered in your ear. “I will never let anything happen to you. Ever.” He kept apologizing, his voice cracking every so often.

“You’re safe.” He says. “You’re safe with me.”

And you knew that he was telling the truth.

#Rick grimes #the walking dead fanfiction #the walking dead one shot #Rick grimes one shot #Twd #Rick grimes fanfiction #Rick grimes fanfic #Carl grimes #Daryl Dixon #the walking dead fic #Rick grimes fluff #rick grimes x female reader #rick grimes x you #rick grimes x y/n

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yesimilkdamilkman · 2 months

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ʚɞ𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬ʚɞ

-`♡´-𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-`♡´-

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: This does have 6 other parts to it, swfw, nsfw, sick, bf, expecting baby, and dark. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠. This was written for me and my lovely moot, Skye. As our birthday are a day apart.

DISCLAIMER: *𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩!*

Summary: Carl on your birthday!!

WARNINGS: Just a tad suggestive :)

Words: 199

Months prior, he will start looking for stuff, since it might be harder to find.

he went through trial and error to make candles for you, they were a tad deformed, but it was the thought that counted!!

this man can't bake for shit, but didn't ask for help at all, and fucking nailed it anyways.

he made his own paper (something he learned from Dale) and used it as a wrapper for any of the gifts he found.

In the morning of your day, you wake up to a nice, cooked breakfast.

But that night into going to your day, you go to sleep after a nice deep and slow pipe down with candles lighting the room. and roses everywhere.

He won't stop kissing you, even full-on kisses in front of Rick.

He'll make the whole day about; he won't do his chores. He had Abraham cover his shift.

Another thing he started months prior, was clearing out a nearby beauty store, getting you a few packs of nails he thought you would like.

This man fought Spencer because he had a copy of your fav movie, which he won and gave it to you as a present.

Taglist: @carlsdarling

#𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬🗒📃🕯️🧾#carl grimes smut #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #carl grimes x y/n #twd carl #the walking dead x reader #black fanfic writer #the walking dead #the walking dead x you #x black reader #x black fem reader #carl grimes x black reader #carl grimes x black fem reader #black fem reader #black reader

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baddiecarl · 8 months

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can u write a fic where carl is really inexperienced and submissive (doesn’t call the reader mommy tho)? would be cool!! <3

Inexperienced sub!Carl Grimes x Soft dom!Reader

Little Bunny

Eeeeeek tysm for the request!! I may have gone a little overboard here (this is 5.9k words) but I hope you love it! I went for a service sub type vibe, if you were looking for something different or more specific then feel free to put in another request! Enjoy your sub!Carl sans mommy kink! (I also will write mommy kink in case anyone was wondering!👀)

Everyone is 18+

Content: 80% Porn with 20% plot, voyeurism, pillow humping, soft dom! reader, sub!Carl, Carl in subspace, pussy eating, pussy drunk Carl, unprotected sex, cowgirl, edging(sorta?), creampie, aftercare

You were walking through Alexandria after finishing your watch shift, catching up with people you came across while you made your way home. As you were nearing your house, you saw Rick, Daryl, and Glenn walking down the street towards you.

“Hey (y/n),” Rick waved at you as you met in the middle, “How did your shift go?” “Uneventful, so it was good,” you quipped. “Sounds good for our run then,” Glenn said, nodding at Daryl and Rick. “Would you tell Carl that we’re all planning on having dinner at Carol’s tonight?” Rick proceeded to ask you. “Yeah sure, I’ll go find him,” Rick nodded his head at you in thanks before the three of them said goodbye and turned to leave.

You walk up the steps of your porch, suddenly starkly aware of how sweaty you feel. You decide to head into your room to change your clothes before you look for Carl, your boyfriend of just a couple of months. Walking into the house and starting up the stairs, just about halfway up, you heard something. You couldn’t tell what exactly, just that it was some type of movement. Out of reflex, you pulled your gun from your hip holster and stealthily walked up the rest of the way, following the noise down the hall…to your bedroom? You stood in front of the door for a moment listening to the rustling noises until you figured out how you’d handle an intruder in your room. With your gun still drawn, you opened the door quietly on its hinges.

You saw him immediately. Carl lay on your bed with his back facing you and a pillow between his thighs that he was helplessly rutting against. You put your gun back into your holster and leaned on the doorframe while you watched him pathetically hump your pillow, still fully dressed except for his hat that was sitting on your bedside table. He let out quiet noises of frustration as he attempted to get any kind of relief through his jeans, each of his whimpers added to the heat that was building up in your core…but as if that wasn’t enough, he squeaked out a quiet and strangled moan of your name.

You felt your skin get hot as you felt your desires in full force and allowed them to drive your actions. Stepping over to your dresser without Carl noticing, you unclipped your hip holster as quietly as possible and held it just a handbreadth above the wooden surface of the dresser before you abruptly dropped it with a clatter. Carl jumped up immediately and turned to see you leaning on the dresser facing toward him, “I’m…’m so sorry, I just…just,” he stuttered as he tried to explain himself with a bright red face. You shifted your weight fully back onto your feet and walked to where he now sat up on your bed, the pillow pushed behind him in a failed attempt to hide what he was doing.

“You just what, honey? Go on,” you coaxed him with a sweet voice, leaning over slightly with a finger under his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “...wanted to lay in your bed while I waited for you to be done with your shift and then…” he still avoided making eye contact with you as he spoke, looking at the floor every few seconds. “And then you got distracted, huh? What distracted you, sweet boy?” You didn’t fail to notice the way he nuzzled into your hand when you talked to him like this, deciding to play into it even more. “Started thinking about you, baby…’m sorry,” he looked up at you with one big, blue, puppy dog eye, tugging at your heartstrings the moment you saw it.

“Don’t be sorry, Carl, I’m your girlfriend! You don’t have to be so shy either, honey,” you said as you looked down at him lovingly with your hand on his cheek, rubbing your thumb up and down his soft freckled skin. “I just…I don’t want to do anything wrong,” He grumbled while his eye darted all over your face, trying to read your expression. You couldn’t lie, you were nervous too, but seeing your boyfriend in this state brought a confidence out of you that you didn’t even know was there. “How about I tell you exactly what to do then, sweetheart? That way you wouldn’t have to worry your pretty little head about doing anything wrong, right?” You offered gently, not wanting to pressure him into anything he didn’t feel ready for.

Now it was your turn to read his expression. His eye looked into both of yours, down to the floor, then back at you. You saw his tongue poke out to lick his bottom lip and his Adam's apple bob when he nervously swallowed the spit that was accumulating in his mouth before he finally nodded at you. “I need to hear you say yes or no, Carl,” you pressed him for a verbal answer, “Y-yes please, (y/n),” he said just above a whisper, still eagerly nodding his head up and down. “Good job, baby,” you said with a soft smile, leaning in to kiss him tenderly, licking his lip before you pulled away. “Let’s get your clothes off first…then I want to watch you hump my pillow again, can you do that for me, pretty boy?” Your instructions rang in Carl’s ears as he registered what you just asked of him, he shakily stood up, leaving an even smaller space between the two of you. Reaching your hand up to the side of his face, you placed another gentle kiss on his lips before you stepped back to give him the space to undress.

You watched Carl kick off his shoes and shrug his flannel off of his shoulders as he made shy eye contact with you. “Aren’t you going to undress too?” He asked after he peeled off his sweaty shirt, making you focus entirely on his arms, chest, and abdomen. “I will, don’t worry. I just want to give you my undivided attention right now, sweetie,” he worked on his belt, mouth slightly agape while you spoke. He looked like a deer in headlights as you just watched him while he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, fingers trembling with nerves as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband, hesitating to pull them down.

“What’s wrong?” Your voice was laced with concern. “I’m sorry if I’m…not very-,” you cut him off immediately. “You better not say what I think you’re about to say, Carl Grimes,” You stepped forward to stand in front of him before you continued, looking him dead in the eye, “You get a boner every time I sit on your lap. I know it’s not small.” Your reassurance made the right corner of Carl’s lips quirk up in a sheepish grin. You put your hands on his shoulders and pepper kisses all over his face while he pulls his pants and underwear down in one go and kicks them off his ankles. Your eyes were half-lidded while you kissed his cheeks, nose, forehead, and jawline. Carl let out quiet moans and moved his head along with your movements to give you the best access to keep kissing him, basking in the affection he was receiving. All the while you could feel his cock poking you, he was rock hard but for some reason, he only seemed to be focused on your touch.

You really would love to stand there and do that for however long he would let you but you needed to see him unravel, and you needed to see it soon. “Can you get on the bed and lemme see you hump my pillow? Do you still wanna do that for me, baby?” You double-checked with him, doing your best to make him feel safe. “Mhm,” he sounded out as he nodded at you, looking at your lips with his pupil blown in lust.

You slid your hands down his shoulders and held his hands as you led him to the bed, situating yourself against the headboard while Carl lay in front of you, timidly putting the pillow back between his legs. “Don’t be nervous, baby. I just want you to finish what you were doing when I interrupted you,” you spoke to him in a light-hearted tone, “I’m sure I startled you, but you looked so cute I couldn’t help myself,” your sweet tone and gentle smile didn’t match desire in your eyes.

Carl felt like he was under a microscope. Completely naked, being watched by his girlfriend who was still fully dressed. The feeling made him squirm, it gave him butterflies and made him nervous…he also happened to find it extremely hot and automatically started rutting into the pillow while he stared into your eyes and bit his lip, trying to contain the delicate mewls that bubbled up in his throat. “Come on, honey, let me hear the pretty noises you’re making,” your voice was smooth and seductive and it made his mouth fall open in a gasp that was cut off by the loudest moan you’ve heard him let out so far. Then you could only think of one thing: making him moan even louder than that.

You watched Carl continue to hump your pillow, his hair stuck to his forehead as his movements picked up and he allowed his soft moans and grunts to fall past his lips. You sat forward and pulled your shirt off, exposing your bra and instantly catching Carl’s attention, “Oh-oh god, please take it off, baby, I wanna see you so bad,” he said with a slight whine, staring at your chest. Giggling at his desperation, you happily obliged him and unclasped your bra, let it fall off your shoulders and threw it to the floor. Carl reached his hand out to you, “fuck, baby, you’re so pretty,” he slurred out as he rubbed his hand up and down your calf, softly squeezing, still grinding himself on your pillow. “You’re such a sweet boy, Carl,” you smiled at him and put your hand on top of his, guiding it to the button on your shorts, “Could you help me get these off?” You asked him coyly, knowing it would fluster him even further.

Carl put a pause on rutting against your pillow while he moved forward and brought both hands to undo the button with trembling fingers. “I didn’t tell you to stop,” you held onto one of his hands gently as you reached for the pillow with your free hand and situated it back under him. He stares you down while he kneels in front of you, lowering himself to sit on the pillow, still leaning over you, ready to undo your button and zipper when you give him the say-so. “Please keep going for me, sweetheart,” you said, releasing your hold on his hands when he started moving against your pillow once more, allowing him to keep working on removing your shorts. He was so eager to have you bare that he couldn’t focus on coordinating his hips. You watched them stutter as his fingers shook while he slipped them under your waistband and began to tug on them. You rested your hands on his shoulders and lifted your hips so he could pull down your shorts, leaving you in just your panties.

Honestly, you were surprised that he even left them on, fully expecting him to take them both off at the same time. “Ungh, god those panties,” he practically drooled over the sight of you, the way your panties hugged your hips and showed off your curves…and the way they fit just right to show the outline of your pussy lips. That’s when Carl took you by surprise again. Filling both his wishes and yours, he kept stroking his throbbing cock on your pillow while he lowered his head between your legs and took in a deep breath of your arousal. “Carl! What are you doing?” You didn’t expect an action like that from him with how shy he was, but the second he looked up at you again his eye was completely clouded over by lust and desire. “So sorry baby, just smells so good, needed to…needed to…ungh,” he grunted between inhales of your scent with his hands resting on your knees. “Would you like to taste me then, sweetheart?” You proposed to him with one of your eyebrows quirked up. “Oh god, yes wanna taste you, baby…ah~… please tell me how,” he slurred and whimpered against your legs. “Of course, sweet boy. Help me out of my panties?” you purred at him.

Carl’s fingers dove to pull your underwear off, shimmying them down your legs. The wet spot in the center of them caught his eye and made him moan; the thought of pleasing you sent him over the moon. You placed your hand on the back of his neck and played with his long brown hair, pulling his attention back to you, more specifically, your glistening cunt. “Do you think you can keep riding that pillow while I tell you how to lick my pussy?” with every instruction you gave him, the more he just wanted to do exactly what you said. His mind was slipping to a space he had never been this far into, he hung on your every word and action…and you asked him to hump the pillow while he tasted you for the very first time so he’d do exactly that. He snapped his head up to look at you and frantically nodded while mumbling barely coherent, rushed agreements. “Yesplease, plea-show me, please I’ll do m’best,” his hands roamed all over your body while his mumbled agreement turned into whiny begging, “Please, beautiful, show me how I can make you feel good.”

You got Carl positioned with the pillow between his legs and his head between your legs. “Focus around here,” you pointed to your clit, “but don’t be afraid to explore, that’s not the only place you can lick to make me feel good,” you added when you saw his eye drop down to look at the wetness that was dripping from within you. He breathed you in again before putting his head forward and licking a long, bold stripe from the bottom of your pussy all the way up to your clit. You moaned instantly when you felt his hot tongue on you, egging him on, he dipped his tongue back down to lap up more of your essence. You felt his tongue trace around your entrance as he began to drown himself in you, he prodded slightly into your slit, and the contact made you clench, “AH-mmm,” you cut your own gasp off with a moan. “D-did that feel good?” he pulled away and peered up at you, looking for your feedback on his experimental techniques. “So, so good, baby. Just didn’t expect it is all,” you giggled. How can he come within millimeters of having his tongue inside you and still have that sweet puppy dog look on his face? “Please keep doing it…I’ve never had anyone do that to me before.”

It wasn’t a lie, neither of you was very experienced, but you had more than Carl did. Even still, you’ve never had anyone be this excited to eat you out, let alone be willing to fuck you with their tongue, so for Carl to do it unprompted was a complete shock to you.

Carl was more than happy to keep licking and prodding at the source of your heat and slick, he was back down there before you could finish asking him to keep going. He continued where he left off, massaging his tongue around your opening while he worked up to stiffening his tongue and pushing it inside of you. You moaned out as the sensation of his warm, wet tongue feeling around your walls (something you never knew you needed) made you clench again. Carl groaned deeply and it set a fire in him to push deeper into you, he wanted to make you moan over and over again, it was the only thing he could think about. He pulled his tongue out of your drooling cunt and shoved it back in, eliciting more and more mewls from you; each of your moans was met with his own that were being muffled by your pussy. You looked down, taking in the sight in front of you while he kept tonguing you. He was true to his word, still humping your pillow, although, at this point, you’re not so sure it’s entirely voluntary with how worked up he is.

“Look at you, pretty boy!” you cooed at him, making his eye flutter up to look at you while he french kissed your pussy. “Still humping my pillow like a little bunny with your tongue inside me,” he whined into you in response to your teasing praise. “My little bunny,” you moaned out breathlessly before you realized that Carl was probably painfully hard. “Do you want to stop, honey?” you asked through moans. “W-why?” he looked like he was on the verge of tears when you said that. “Oh no, it’s okay, sweet boy! I was just thinking that you’re probably uncomfortable from being so hard for this long, I thought you might want to cum?” you did your best to reassure him but he wasn't having any of it. Not until you came. “No, please, wanna learn how to make ya’ cum first, please darlin’, ya’ said you’d teach me,” he was completely pussy drunk, slurring and whining his way through his pleading. Not to mention his use of the word “darling”, something he’s never called you before, but making a note to ask him to call you that more often, loving the way it made your heart melt.

“Okay, little bunny, focus your attention here now,” you smirked and gestured to your clit once more. Carl immediately dove down and started licking and sucking around your bud, making the occasional slurping noise while you helped him find a good pattern and rhythm. “Yes, just like that, baby,” you breathed out and brought your hands down to his head and tangled your fingers in his hair, involuntarily pulling his head closer to you. He let out another groan into your pussy when he felt you tugging on his hair, his fingers pressed into your hips. “Ohhh, doing such a good job for me, aren’t you?” you crooned at him. Carl reveled in your praise and kept licking, sucking, and slurping exactly the way you showed him, he had always been a fast learner and learning how to please his girlfriend was no exception. Your moans grew louder and you started bucking your hips and grinding against his mouth. With his hands still softly gripping the flesh of your hips, Carl pulled you in even closer, completely latching on and swirling his tongue around your swollen clit.

“Holy shit, ah~ slow down for a second, baby,” you forced out between gasps and moans. “You’re doing such a great job, you’re getting me close already,” you reassured Carl as you stroked his hair so he didn’t think he did anything wrong. “M’close too,” he pulls away from you and nuzzles his cheek into your thigh. “I thought so…I want you to cum at the same time I do, sweetheart. Do you think you can do that?” You realized this could be a tall order for him in his syrupy headspace, but you couldn’t help the fact that you wanted to wrap your legs around his head while his hips faltered as he made a total mess of your pillow. “Whatever you want, baby, I’ll do whatever you want,” he whispered against your skin as he left wet, absentminded kisses from your inner thighs back to your aching clit.

“Such a good boy, Carl, doing such a good job for me,” you kept praising him as he sloppily lapped at you, his saliva spread around your sopping cunt, mixing it with your slick. You felt droplets of the mixture dribble down your ass, more and more accumulated and eventually dripped onto the bed as he hungrily made out with your pussy. Your stomach began to tighten, your legs tensed up and your moans became uncontrollable as you started to get lost in the pleasure Carl was giving you. Tugging his hair and bucking up to his mouth, your walls clenched repeatedly as you started to get closer to your orgasm again. Carl whined pathetically as he stared up at you with his nose pressed against your mound, watching your face contort and mouth fall open into silent screams. His attention fell to your tits, reaching his hands up to cup them and brush his fingers over your hardened nipples before he gave them a slight pinch, pulling a downright pornographic moan from your throat. His eye snapped back up to your face, now looking down at him with blushed cheeks, glossy eyes, and mouth open in a perfect ‘o’ shape.

Carl loved the way you looked above him. He thought you looked like a goddess and your moans were like a siren’s call that made him submerge himself in chasing your pleasure with you –possibly even enjoying this more than you were– drinking in everything you gave him. “Mmmph, Carl… getting close baby,” you let out a fairly pathetic whine of your own. He released a short “mhm” into you. He let you grind against his face as much as you wanted until you completely stilled your hips while your legs seized, he moved his hands back down to grip your hips to hold you still as your orgasm washed over you. Screaming out incoherently about what a good job Carl was doing, how hard you’re cumming, and “Cum now, Carl, please! Want you to cum now!” You squirmed in his hold as he slurped at you like it was the only thing that would keep him alive at that moment while his own orgasm ripped through him.

A guttural groan was pushed from his lungs as he stroked himself on the pillow. Spurting a huge load onto it as he shook from the intensity, now lazily lapping at your clit while his hips finally slowed down after he shot out his last few ropes of cum. You twitched slightly each time he grazed over your sensitive bundle of nerves while he licked up his spit as well as your slick and cum. You released your grip on his hair and looked down at him, “You did so good, sweet boy, that felt amazing,” you said as you gently pulled him up from between your legs, a string of spit and cum still connecting him to your pussy. The whole area around his mouth and chin was covered in arousal and drool. You wiped it off as much as you could and pulled him to your chest, both of you sweaty and panting.

“Are you okay, Carl?” You asked him, petting his hair, “Yeah…I’m good,” he replied in a small voice in between pants. “Good. You really did a great job, so proud of you,” you placed little kisses at the top of his head, “such a good listener…and a quick study too,” you noticed his hand roaming up to fondle your breast. Clearly enjoying all the praise, he cuddled closer up to you and kissed all over your chest and you were taken aback when you felt his cock harden back up and dig into your hip. “Do you want to keep going, honey?” You asked him, craning your neck to see him better. He kissed around your nipples, kitten-licking them as he rubbed his cock into the side of your hip. He peered up at you with a needy look, “Tell me what you want, Carl,” you cupped his cheek and looked at him sweetly.

“Can I…go inside please? Wanna feel you,” he answered bashfully, falling even deeper into this headspace where he could let his mind turn to mush and just listen to your pretty voice telling him what to do. “Alright. You should lay back though, little bunny, I bet your hips are tired,” you teased him as you shifted him off of you and adjusted yourself to kneel above him, trapping both of his legs between your knees. You saw his eye travel all over your body, taking in all of you. The way your tits looked from right below, the curves your ribcage made that led into your waist, the smooth skin on your stomach and the slopes of your hips. Looking down, you saw his hands twitch nervously, not knowing what to do with them. You reach out and slowly take one of his hands and place it on your hip, “You might need something to hold onto,” you told him with a mischievous grin, fully intending on making him babble and whine from being so fucked out.

You took his hard cock into your hand and gave it a couple of strokes before you slid the tip of it along your soaking wet pussy, the sensation had Carl breathing heavily and letting out strangled curses. “Ahh, hooo-fuck, fuck (y/n)...Please just…ohh goddd,” he breathed out non-sensical pleas as you finally lined your entrance up with his throbbing cock and started to sit, his tip pushing into you. Your breath caught in your throat as you sat fully, sheathing his length within you, squeezing him tightly with your gummy walls, trying to get used to his size. You lean forward and press your chest against his, “Feels so good, baby,” you moan into his ear, “Just lay back and let me take care of you, okay?” He nodded quickly and whined into your shoulder. You feel him shudder under your touch as you trail your fingertips up and down his biceps. His hands hung onto your hips while you ground down onto him, making his face twist in pleasure.

“Tell me how good it feels to have me wrapped around you, pretty boy,” you told him as you started to slowly lift your hips and dropped them back down, sucking him into your heat over and over. “S-so…you’re so warm…so wet,” Carl struggled to get the words out. “Squeezing me so tight…so perfect, baby, never wanna leave,” his slurred words were muffled by your shoulder. “Good boy,” you cooed at him and kissed along his jawline, to his chin and up to his plush lips before you sat up and put your hands on his chest to balance yourself. “You feel good too, y’know? So hard…” you said in a low voice as you picked up your hips, “And you fill me up just right,” you suddenly sheathed yourself back onto his cock. “Just like you were made for me, huh? Don’t you just fit inside me so well?” Carl couldn’t do anything but nod his head at your filthy words while he made the lewdest sounds you’d ever heard. His hands traced up your waist and moved up to splay his fingers over your ribs, fingertips grazing the soft flesh of your underboob as his hands languidly traveled up to paw at your tits.

You kept bouncing up and down, repeatedly slamming your hips onto Carl’s. The poor boy kept trying to talk but every time he tried to speak, sweet little sobs would fall from his lips, “Y-yeah- ungh! Ah…made f’you! Please…” he cried out. “What are you saying please for, baby? Do you even know?” Maybe you were being a touch too cruel but the way he looked up at you when you asked him that was priceless, you just couldn’t keep yourself from teasing him. There’s a blank but desperate look in his eye as he stares at you with his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth. You rode him faster, clenching down and angling yourself, making his cock hit your g-spot over and over as you fuck yourself onto him, getting you and Carl closer to your second orgasm.

“Babe oh god…gon-mmmph…I,” Carl made more useless attempts at speaking before you stopped him. “Aww what’s wrong, sweetie? You gonna cum?” Your voice laced with playful condescension, “Can’t hold it anymore, huh, baby? How long have you been holding on?” You drew attention to the feeling that’s been bubbling up since you got on top of him. A single tear slipped out of the corner of his eye as he gritted his teeth, doing his best to hold on as long as he could. “Look at you, pretty boy,” you cooed at him, “Trying so hard to fight it, being such a good boy trying to wait for me,” he really was being such an obedient boy for you, the sight of him biting his lip and groping your tits while he laid there and took everything you were willing to give him like a champ. You knew he was hanging on by a thread at this point and it wouldn’t take much more to snap the thread.

You started to lose yourself in the moment as well, the telltale tightening in your stomach threatening to come undone at any second, making your walls flutter erratically around Carl’s cock. “Oh fuck, Carl,” your head lolled back as you felt the clenching turn into full-blown spasms, involuntarily starting to grind more than bounce now. You couldn’t focus on anything as your vision turned white. Carl tried so hard to warn you that he was dangerously close to releasing his seed inside of you but the intensity sucked the air out of his lungs. His knees buckled and his toes curled as he instinctively bucked his hips up into yours, fucking his jizz into your still convulsing pussy. “Fuuuck,” he cried out in a high-pitched, whiny voice. You didn’t really absorb it, it sounded like there was water in your ears. Your body tingled and you couldn’t even tell if you were moving your hips on purpose or if you were so zoned out that you just never stopped doing it and didn’t realize.

Carl could finally train his eye back onto you. Tired, blissed-out eyes, blushed cheeks, covered in sweat, hair sticking to your skin. “...like a goddess,” his hushed words pulled you out of the trance you were in, your hearing returning to you. You look down at him to see him already analyzing your features. “What was that, pretty boy?” You asked him as you lay down on his chest, propped up slightly on your elbows with his softening dick still inside you. His eye snaps to yours as if he’s shocked you heard him.

“Just…you…look like a goddess,” he spoke, still trying to catch his breath, “I was thinking that the whole time, you looked so pretty,” his body started to relax under your weight. “You looked amazing yourself, pretty boy,” you kissed all over his face again. “You make some really cute faces, did you know that? You look up at me like a puppy and hang your mouth open when something feels too good,” you tell him, watching a goofy smile appear on his face, nerves fading slowly after realizing you were just as thrilled about what happened as he was.

“Hold on, sweet boy, do you mind if I get up?” Carl nodded at you, preparing to leave the comfort of your warmth, moaning quietly as you pulled yourself up onto your knees with shaky thighs. He watched his cum ooze out of you after his soft cock was unsheathed from your stuffed cunt, eye rolling back in his head at the sheer sight of it. A soft sigh leaves your lips as well, you situate yourself next to him and move him gently to rest his head on your stomach. “How do you feel, baby?” You knew it had to be weird for him to cope with the fading syrupy feeling. “Good…tired…weird,” he melted into your touch. “Yeah, I bet, honey. Do you wanna take a shower and get cleaned up?” You felt him nod, “But I wanna lay here for a little longer.” “Of course, baby,” you smile down at his mess of tangly brown hair that you were most definitely going to have to help him detangle in the shower.

You reach for his hair and twirl pieces of it around your fingers, trying to nurture his sub-space so he feels safe enough to go into this headspace with you again in the future. As you lay there with him curled up next to you, completely naked and reeking of sex, you felt like you were forgetting something.

You thought about what it could be, looking around your room to see if anything would jog your memory. The pillow Carl was humping? No, that wasn’t it…you knew you had to wash it but that was a given and couldn’t have been what you had forgotten. You looked on the floor next to the bed, searching the piles of clothes for some type of clue. Still no. You look at your dresser, your eyes landing on your gun and holster, remembering how this whole situation started. Catching Carl in your bed and watching him until you let your gun slip out of your hand and clunk against the dresser and…no before all that, focus. You remember walking into your house to change your clothes before looking for your boyfriend to tell him…something…what was it?

“Hey, darlin’?” Carl asked in a small, sleepy voice, reminding you of one thing you had almost forgotten. “Yeah, baby?” “Are you as hungry as I am?”

THAT’S IT!

“Right!! Dinner at Carol’s!” In a sudden moment of realization, your voice came out louder than you meant and it made Carl jump. “Oops sorry, baby,” you giggled as you put your hand on his back, rubbing in soothing circles. He turned to you with a look of amusement and confusion, “So dinner at Carol’s?” He said. “Yeah, your dad told me to find you and tell you. I bumped into him on my way back from my shift and I thought I’d change out of my sweaty clothes,” you looked to the pile of shed clothing on the floor before looking back at Carl. “So uh yeah…dinner at Carol’s and one more thing, Carl?”

“Yeah?”

“You have got to call me ‘darling’ more often, pretty boy,” you put your thumb and index finger on each side of his jaw, making his lips form a slight pout, “You don’t even know how sweet you sound when you say it, do you?” You look deeply into his eye, making him giggle and blush like an idiot. His laughs die down and you just sit on the bed and enjoy the moment for all it has to offer.

*After chilling in bed for a bit*

“We stink,” you told Carl, trying to get him to stand up from the bed. “Wouldn’t be the first or last time,” he argued, not wanting to stand for some reason. “I thought you said you wanted to shower? And aren’t you hungry too?” Now you were just confused. Why is he acting all shy again? “C’mon, we can’t show up to dinner looking or smelling like this.” You grabbed his arms and tried to pull him to his feet.

Now you understand.

He wobbled onto his feet like a newborn horse, nearly falling to his knees. “Oh my god, Carl!” You laughed as you supported him. “Yeah, yeah. It’s real funny. Just wait, I’m gonna have you like this soon enough.” He mumbled as you walked helped him hobble to the bathroom. “Looking forward to it, little bunny.” That might be an even more apt nickname for him than you had originally thought.

Me again! Sorry it took me so long to get this out, I've been trying to find a new job so that's been taking up a lot of my time lately which super sucks :( But anyway, I hope that you liked this!

And as always, if you notice any mistakes please let me know! I read over my stories so many times before I post them so I glaze over some things from time to time. I'll come back to this soon and look it over again but I was just so excited to get this posted!

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Devil's Haircut - (Carnid)

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

Masterlist!! Taglist!!

Pairing: Carl Grimes / Enid Rhee

Warnings: Talk of parental death

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

Word Count: 1.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ruewrote · 2 years

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𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓𝑖𝑠ℎ.

PAIRING: carl grimes x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language GENRE: angst SONG INSPIRATION: selfish by madison beer WORD COUNT: 556 PARTS: one two

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ever since the group had gotten settled into alexandria you and carl had definitely drifted from each other. he’d deliberately go off with the other kids. even when you had tried to make plans with him, he blew them off.

once he had changed schedules for his supply runs, that’s when you really had stopped trying.

that didn’t stop you from still watching over him and his family, you often went over and helped rick with judith and he was incredibly appreciative and for sure had brought up that he noticed the drastic change to yours and his son’s friendship.

three months ago today you had finally found this wonderful place. you should be over the moon, filled with joy even. it never came.

you sat with your knees pressed to your chest, tears running down your cheeks - playing with the friendship bracelet that was still attached to your wrist which was a gift from him back when you guys were at the prison, it was now worn out but of course you kept it.

footsteps were heard walking toward you, so you quickly wiped your eyes and covered up the band. looking up and were met with the last person you wanted to see.

your eyes were back to being glued to the ground, sat in the same way as you were before as he sat beside you. a what was once comforting silence now awkward surrounding the two of you.

tears stung in your eyes as you glanced over at him, “i hate you.” your voice shook as the tears started to fall. his own filling with regret.

“i hate that you think you can just walk over here and act like everything’s perfectly fine between us when it’s clearly not!” carl sat and listened to what you had to say - what was well overdue.

“you’re selfish. y-you abandoned me when i needed you the most,” the lump in your throat only getting worse as you spoke.

his eyes locked onto your own, “i never left. i’ve been right here.”

his empty words made you scoff and roll your eyes, making it seem like he hadn’t made such an effort to be as far away from you as possible.

you stood up abruptly - looking down at him. “i can’t believe you, you will sit there and lie to me after you know you did literally everything to not see or be near me. god even your dad thought it was weird that we weren’t around each other.”

“so don’t you fucking dare try and tell me you were there for me when you clearly weren’t.” he only got angrier.

“you were too goddamn clingy y/n, you were never not latched to my side, you needed to grow the fuck up.”

the pain flooded throughout your body, his words dug deep into your heart. he tried to reach out and hold you and apologise, but it was too late. you pulled away from his touch, the words coming out of his mouth sounded distant and muffled. that’s all he thought of you? all that time?

your steps staggered backwards, carl walked closer to you still trying to explain himself, you started to walk away from him but not before you ripped the bracelet off your arm and threw it at him.

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c1nnam00n · 1 month

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Having a comfort fic but also has the most gut wrenching angst to it as well is perfection

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frost-queen · 4 months

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Bodyguarded // part 3 (Reader!Grimes x Daryl Dixon)

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Summary: After your little fall-out with Shane, you start to distance yourself. Daryl gives zero f*cks about you distancing yourself as he keeps himself aroud. During a heart to heart with Daryl, you might discover more of the underlying tone of Shane's attitude towards you. [ read part 1 & part 2 & part 4 & part 5 ]

Crickets cricked in the bushes around the fire. Rick sat by the fire with Lori and Carl. Carl was leaning against him staring at the mesmerizing flames. Lori was in deep thought. Some had joined them but mostly everyone had an agenda of their own. Daryl stood a bit further away, leaning against a tree. His gaze turned away from the fire, but rather turned towards you. You weren’t engaging with the crowd, but keeping your distance from them.

You felt humiliated. Like a spying glass had been cast upon you. Everywhere you went, a set of curious eyes followed. Trying to figure out what was going on between Shane and you. Frankly you hardly had a clue to his behaviour towards you. Perhaps you needed to dig deep. Go way back to old memories from before the fall. Before the world went to hell.

Looking over at your brother made you smile faintly. He looked so happy yet somehow you felt like an outsider. Adverting your gaze from him, you turned your posture to take your leave. Going further away from the others to find solitude. The moment you got in motion, went Daryl after you. Leaving the others for what they were to go with you.

Hearing a second pair of feet trail behind you, you exhaled deep. – “Daryl I want to be alone.” – you told him keeping your pace up. – “Fine. I’ll just keep my distance.” – he answered slowing a bit down. Looking up with a heavy sigh, you stopped. – “Daryl you don’t understand. I don’t want you here!” – you made clear having turned around to him. – “Too bad for I’m not going anywhere.” – he made clear. – “Daryl!” – you groaned out. – “What!” – he called back going in defence.

You groaned loud pressing your palms against your eyes, feeling yourself get worked up. – “Daryl please give me some space.” – you begged. – “I’ll give you space but at least let me be around.” – he asked in return. It made you furrow your brows. – “I don’t want to lose… I mean… if a walker appears…” – he spoke swallowing a lot of his words back in. – “Then what? I can shoot Daryl, remember!” – you made clear.

“I know but you…” – he exhaled loud walking up to you. – “You are not in the right headspace right now.” – he told you, touching your elbow. You turned your head bothered away. You hated how right he was. – “Just… just let me keep you save.” – he lowered his head a bit to catch your attention.

Untensing your muscles with a deep sigh, you surrendered to him. Daryl took you by the other elbow as well, pulling you closer to his body. Sensing just how much you needed it. He wrapped his arms one by one around you. Your arms remained at your side, not feeling it yet. – “Give it a few moments.” – Daryl teased half chuckling. You scrunched your nose, hating how right he was. Not a moment later you gave in, wrapping your arms around him too.

“Good girl.” – he said chuckling. You slapped him hard on the back. – “Don’t patronize me.” – you responded grumpy. Daryl removed his arms from around you, cupping your cheek as he tilted your head a bit back. – “Never.” – he whispered staring down at you. He left a quick kiss on your forehead as it didn’t feel satisfying to you.

He let go of you, spinning you around by your shoulders. He started pushing you through the woody parts of the camp. – “Where are we going?” – you questioned. – “To be alone, like you wanted.” – he simply said, continue to push you forwards. Using you like a compass, navigating his way through.

You came to a clearing in the woods. All the cars were parked over there. Daryl guided you towards the truck opening the door for you at the drivers seat. You got inside, watching him jog around to get in on the other side. He shut the door firm behind him. – “Solitude and silence.” – he joked. – “You are still here.” – you reminded him with a tease. Daryl leaned down in the seat, getting all comfy. – “No I’m not.” – he adjusted the seating lower, leaning back.

“Go ahead and mope or cry or shout, just wake me up when you see a walker.” – he said casually flopping his arm over his head. – “Daryl!” – you said laughingly nudging him hard. – “What?” – he responded unable to hide a smile. – “You’re an idiot.” – you nudged him again with a silly smile on your face. – “I know.” – he answered all smug. He shut his eyes, pretending to take a nap.

You exhaled soft looking out of the dusty window. – “It’s a bit too quiet.” – you said out loud. – “I’m not singing any songs.” – Daryl mumbled in response without moving a muscle. It made you laugh. Daryl set himself back up with a deep exhale. – “Alright fighter, let’s talk.” – he tapped his hand on your knee.

You grabbed the steering wheel staring in front of you. – “How are you feeling with your brother being back, Y/n?” – he asked. You breathed out a laugh, looking at him. – “What I can be serious.” – he let out making you laugh even more. You then calmed letting your hands rejoice at the top of the steering wheel. – “It still feels a bit weird seeing him alive. Don’t get me wrong I am overjoyed he is alive… it is just…” – you started. – “You thought he was dead for so long.” – Daryl finished as you hummed.

“Before… before it all went down my brother was shot.” – You told Daryl. – “They were armed and shot at my brother. Shane… my brother’s partner brought him to the hospital. He wasn’t waking up so they left him in a coma. It was already then a risk if he would make it out alive.” – taking a deep breath you let your forehead rest against your hands on the steering wheel. Suddenly you were pulled back in the memories of the first strike.

Shane drove his car aggressively onto the front lawn. He stepped out all worked up when Lori appeared in the door. – “Shane?” – she said. – “Lori get your bags!” – Shane ordered pointing firm at her. Carl squeezed himself between the opening and his mom, coming in front of her. – “Lori your bags!” – Shane shouted having opened the trunk. – “What for? What is going on Shane?” – She asked feeling herself go in a panic because of his behaviour.

A few houses away broke the window with a clashing sound. Screams filled the streets when a woman tripped. A person going up to her and dropped himself to the ground. A moment later his head lifted a bit of flesh between his teeth. Blood staining his chin as he munched on the flesh. Lori covered up Carl’s eyes, shakingly holding a hand before her mouth. – “Lori!” – Shane yelled startling her. – “The bags!” – Lori nodded shockingly letting go of Carl.

Shane rushed over to Carl, grabbing him roughly by the arm. – “What about dad?” – Carl asked when Shane opened the car door. Shane pushed Carl on the backseat, closing the door on him. Shane ran into the house to help out Lori. Carl looked out of the window, crying silently at what he saw. Flesh being ripped off and blood splattering all around.

You were running horrified by what was occurring. Utter panic in the streets. People eating people. Biting bits and pieces for their own hunger. You didn’t lived far so your first reaction was running over to Rick’s house. There you saw Shane’s car parked poorly on the grass. Upon seeing Carl in the car, you started running faster. – “Carl!” – you shouted loud. Carl heard some muffled sounds before his eyes fell upon you. – “Auntie Y/n!” – he called out, pushing the car door open.

He ran up to you, bumping hard against you. He was crying loud against your body as you shielded him from the horrors. Lori and Shane came out of the house with bags. – “Y/n!” – Lori said surprised. – “Get in the car!” – Shane ordered to Lori. Lori nodded going to the car, tossing the bags in the trunk. Shane walked up to Carl, pulling him off you. – “In the car!” – he shouted at Carl, tossing him towards the car. Lori took Carl, putting him in the car.

“Where is Rick?” – you asked confused. Shane remained silent. – “You were with him! You were at the hospital so where is he?” – you wanted to know. – “Where is he?” – you shouted punching Shane on the shoulder. Shane grabbed you by the wrist. – “He’s gone!” – he shouted at you. – “No!” – you cried out.

“You are lying!” – you told him. Shane grabbed you by the arms. – “You want to go and see for yourself? Fine! It will be your dead. He is gone Y/n!” – Shane’s hands moved further around you towards your back as it made you step back before they could fully close around you. Shane’s expression hardened. – “Go chase a dead man than!” – he said rudely pushing you away.

You stumbled to the ground in shock. Shane stormed off towards his car. – “If you would just…” – he began, looking over his shoulder to you. Without another word he got in the car. Your eyes widened knowing what he was about to do. You got up to your feet running towards the car. The car got in motion as you missed it. It took a turn, driving off. – “Shane!” – you shouted running after the car.

“Shane!” – you screamed as the distance increased. You couldn’t keep up, you never could. Stopping you dropped to your knees crying and screaming. Carl on the backseat knocking against the glass and shouting was the last thing you saw.

Your head shot up making Daryl blink confused. – “Is…is everything alright?” – he asked after your long silence. – “He told me Rick was dead.” – you mumbled staring hard in front of you. Your hands tightening around the steering wheel. Knuckles turning white. – “He lied…” – you said a bit louder. – “Who?” – Daryl asked getting a bit cautious of how terrifying cold you were being. – “He lied!” – you called out.

Out of anger you started to slap your hand against the steering wheel. Hitting it repeatedly even when your hand felt sore. – “Y/n, Y/n.” – Daryl said trying to get you to stop. He grabbed your hands as you continued to slap, hitting Daryl in the process. He pulled them off the steering wheel pulling at your hands to turn your posture more towards him. He wrapped his arms around you tight as you cried your heart out against his chest.

Pressing his lips hard on top of your head. Daryl turned his head spotting a trailed off walker appear from between the trees. – “Y/n.” – he whispered. – “I’ll be right back… you stay here…” – he said as you felt his grip around you loosen. You lifted your head up as well, seeing the walker. Daryl moved his finger to his mouth, letting you know to remain silent. He then gestured for you to stay put. He was going to take care of it. Your gaze darted down to the crossbow on the floor. His arrows sticking up.

You grabbed an arrow, getting out of the car. – “Y/n!” – Daryl called out, hurrying out of the car. Clenching your grip around the arrow, you went up to the walker. – “Y/n!” – Daryl shouted as it caught the attention of the walker. The walker gaged making it’s way over to you. Daryl ran up to you trying to keep you out of harms way. You raised the arrow, jamming it into the walker’s eye. Pushing it further in, the walker fell backwards with you on top of it.

Pulling the arrow out of it, you jammed it again in it’s eye. Then again and again. Gory blood splashing up. You kept trusting it in the eye, creating a massive hole. – “Y/n! Y/n!” – Daryl called out grabbing your arm to stop you from hitting it once more. – “It’s dead.” – Daryl made clear. You gasped for air with a loud sob, lowering your arm. Daryl took the arrow from you.

You wiped some gore off your face with your arm. Getting up with a loud huff. You wanted to walk off as Daryl grabbed your wrist, keeping you in place. – “What the hell was that about?” – he wanted to know. You didn’t have to speak as he understood. Daryl searched his back pockets taking out a key with the most ridiculous keychains on them. He opened your hand slapping them in your hand.

It made you frown. – “You can drive if you like.” – he said. – “Daryl what… what do you…” – you began as he interrupted. – “I don’t need all of them! I don’t! Hell I can survive better on my own!” – he made clear with a loud tone. – “So f*ck them all and drive off!” – he continued finally making himself clear to you. He grabbed you by the shoulders with a deep exhale.

“All I care about is you Y/n. Let’s get in the car and go. Just go. Leave this pile of shit behind.” – he pulled you closer letting his forehead rest against yours. – “All I want is for you to be save Y/n. So say the word and we’ll leave.” – he finished. You closed your hand with the keys in it, smiling up to him. You kissed him tender on the lips.

Daryl held himself back knowing it was a bittersweet kiss. He knew you couldn’t leave Carl… or Rick. – “I’ll hold you to it.” – you told him not saying entirely no to his offering. Daryl cupped your cheeks, kissing you once more. Deepening his kiss. Lips brushing against one another. A promise made underneath the moonlight.

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