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lilhoeforevanpeters · 6 months

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Helping Hand

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Carl Grimes x Reader (gender not specified)

Summary: after a long day, you just want to help your boyfriend relax

Warnings: graphic descriptions of sexual activities, Oral (M! receiving), moaning, I'm pretty sure that's it

HE'S AGED UP IN THIS

You gently knock on his bedroom window, sitting on the flat tiled roof. Carl approaches his window with a slight smile on his face when he sees you. He opens the window and pulls you into his bedroom, kissing your neck softly as he wraps his arms around your waist.

"Hey you," you whisper in his ear as he hugs you and leans down to kiss your neck, and you can feel him smile against it

"Hey. I missed you," He mumbles into your hair, his voice a little hoarse. His arms are around you, creating little to no space between you as he clings onto you. You kiss his cheek gently under his scar.

"You okay?" You ask softly, taking his face into your hands, caressing his scarred cheek. Carl seems withdrawn as he slightly nods his head, not wanting to let go of you.

You can tell your boyfriend just needs a little bit of rest and comfort right now- he needs to be taken care of, and who better to do that than you?

"Carl... honey... come on, sit down, let me take care of you..." You caress his cheek as he sits down on the edge of his bed.

You stand in between his legs and your hands move down to the belt on his jeans, your eyes looking up at his face for approval to continue. He nods and allows you to unbuckle his belt, gently sliding his jeans off, giving you enough room to move aside his underwear.

You lower yourself onto your knees as he sits onto the bed, taking his firm erection in your hand, pumping it lightly before swirling your tongue around the tip- collecting his salty pre-cum.

"Shit, Y/N," Carl moans out quietly, throwing his head back slightly as you continue moving, bringing your lips and mouth up and down his veiny cock. The plush walls of your warm mouth sucking him off arousing him further, making his hips bucking slightly and his fingers entangled in your hair. You're really making a mess out of him.

Carl's dick twitches in your mouth, your hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, jerking him off as your other hand moves up to cup his balls. With your head bobbing up and down on his hard member, he lets out a shuddering moan, before his impending climax crashes over him- his hot, pearly white release filling your mouth, running down your throat as you swallow his cum.

Carl caresses the side of your face, his mouth slightly agape from his previous orgasam, beads of sweat lining his forehead. He smiles tiredly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Thank you, sweetie... I needed that..." He whispers softly, pulling you into a hug. Right now, all Carl wanted was to just go to be able to rest stress free with his lover.

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ruewrote · 1 year

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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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kittvies · 1 year

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hes always pouting for some reason 🥲

#chandler riggs #the walking dead #carl grimes #carl x reader #carl grimes imagine #chandler riggs x reader

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lowkeyrobin · 2 months

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Fine I'll give you fluff 🙄....Carl and reader find this huge museum and decided to check it out for supplies to find out the museum has been untouched there's no signs of walker or human and since Carl and reader are still children they decided to fuck around and even give themselves a tour of the museum and it ends with sweet first kisses 😚

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heyyyyy ♣️ of course and thank you. the Luke castellan req u sent me is already hurting and I've barely written any of it yet LMFAO ; also didn't know how to do the kissing bit so I'm sorry :( I've never been to a museum so ifk djsndmsm ; I should've scrapped this it's so bad wth

CARL GRIMES ; museum

summary ; you and carl go on a run and take a tour of a museum

warnings ; language, mentions of knives

genre ; fluff

word count ; 1k

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You and Carl approach the large building, gazing upon the well-founded structure. It was a curvature shape, large glass windows covering it, pulling in gallons of sunlight each day. You couldn't imagine the amount of sunbleach on the floor inside if it was that familiar thin carpeting like in arcades or inside al Chuck E Cheese's across the globe.

As you walk closer, killing any stray walkers with your knives, you notice there's a whole layer below the upper, circular part of the building. It's held up by pillars, protected by shade, and only covered in a few tall windows here and there. Below that, it sinks into the ground a bit with the help of some staircases on each side behind the sign and little wall to prevent casualties. It was more boxy, however, still covered in windows. The whole structure looked freakishly modern, like the world didn't end back in 2010 here, like the world just kept spinning up til now, apparently. It was a little freaky seeing it, but you brushed it off. Whatever this place was, they probably pulled in millions of dollars a month to look like this.

You approach the front, seeing Virginia Museum of History & Culture in bold lettering above the main doors.

Now, you and your long-time friend Carl never got to learn all that much about history or culture, seeing as the world ended in the middle of your fifth grade year. All through elementary school, it wasn't something anyone was teaching a bunch of little kids who'd forget within an hour over recess.

The two of you share a shrug and nod, deciding to go in to look for any food or resources. You keep your weapons ready and in hand, prepared to take down as many walkers as need be.

The first challenge was getting inside, however. The door was locked. Luckily, Carl was able to pick the lock with a spare safety pin he kept in his pocket for this exact reason, and he slowly pushed the door open with his foot. His boot leaves a print on the door from the dirt and dust on the ground, leaving the stainless steel door a little messy as you both enter.

You clear out each large room, finding no signs of life, or death for that matter. You closely examine all of the WW2 replica artifacts and read the little signs, teaching you about the nearly hundred-year-old war. It was pretty interesting to you, considering the only war education you'd gained was being part of one yourself with the whole Negan and the Saviors thing.

Carl notices you reading as he breaks open some protective glass, opening a stash of rifles that'd been found post-war on the battlegrounds in Virginia.

"Think they still work?" He asks you, holding one up in his hand.

You shrug, "How would I know?"

He nods and shrugs, agreeing with your statement. However, you'd take anything you could get your hands on at the moment, food, guns, ammo, anything.

You two unlock a long forgotten childlike curiosity, exploring the museum for all its knowledge. You learn a lot about cultures and wars walking around the building, about ancient Aztec civilizations and the Civil War.

You ended up finding a little bit of food and some guns and ammo. I mean, a museum would never be a go-to for apocalypse rations anyway.

The two of you sit down in front of the windows near the front of the building, giggling and gasping for air after playing tag for a solid twenty minutes. Your cheeks are flushed and you run a hand through your hair, trying to cool yourself down a bit.

"I didn't know you could run so fast" Carl chuckles, lightly nudging your shoulder.

You shrug with a light smile and reply with a sarcastic and snarky tone, "My urgency to get away from you is showing"

"Hey!"

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You stick close to Carl, heading into a locked portion of the building, staff only. You wield your knives, cautiously turning the lights on.

Nothing, once again.

Another lunch room, weird enough. But it had plenty of non-perishables you could take. Including spaghetti-o's, which you hadn't had in years. The warm, metal taste could already be tasted on your tongue as you imagined the beautiful taste of the noodles and sauce again.

Carl turns to you, "Ready to go? It's nearly dark"

You nod, "Go on without me, I wanna go in that section we didn't really explore yet"

He shrugs, "I'll come with you"

"It's fine-"

"You wanna learn more, don't you?"

You shrug and nod.

"Nerd" He teasingly chuckles, "C'mon, let's make it quick"

You quickly run out to the section you didn't get to explore much, learning all about JFK's assassination. God, if the internet got to progress any further, you'd be all over Reddit sharing conspiracies and theories about this right now.

"Holy shit, dude took two bullets, what the fuck?"

"Damn"

You begin to rant as you read the little book on the podium, silencing Carl as he sits on the floor. His feet hurt, and his shoulders were beginning to ache, so he decided to sit down like this was kindergarten storytime.

You stand and speak, using your hands to communicate through body language as he attentively listens to you. He looks up at you with admiration, like he was genuinely focused on you and only you. You stop to breathe, your throat dry as you shut the book.

Carl fixes his hat, handing you some water.

"Ready to go home and eat these spaghetti-o's that I know you're dying to eat?"

"Yes please!"

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venussss01 · 1 year

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i love emo carl🖤🖤

#the walking dead #carl grimes #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x reader #chandler riggs #chandler riggs x reader #emo #emo boy #what a cutie #edit

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totalslvt · 1 year

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Morning Light

Carl Grimes x Fem Reader (NSFW)

Warning(s): NSFW, Both characters are aged over 18, Alexandria au

Summary: Carl wakes up with morning wood and attempts to keep you in bed a bit longer through any means possible. You give into him and you two wake up together a different way.

Word count: 1677

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The chirping of birds woke you from your slumber and the golden glimmers from the rising sun crept through the drawn shades. You checked the clock that sat on the bedside table, and slumped back into the comfort of your bed realizing you still had time to rest before starting your day.

Your boyfriend Carl lay beside you one arm slung over your waist, his warm body heat comforted you further. You’d never imagine that the two of you would ever be able to settle down in the world you lived in, but things just fell into place and you were lucky enough to have him there with you now.

You were shaken out of your thoughts when you felt Carl’s soft lips press against your back lovingly, a smile tugged at your lips when he grumbled a short “Good morning.” You took his hand that was wrapped around your midriff giving it a light squeeze in response.

“You’re up early, what’s the occasion?” you mused, he just buried his face into your back groaning incoherently. He hated being up early and you didn't like it much either but living in a community like Alexandria it was crucial to pull your weight. You rolled onto your other side facing him, his hair was sticking up in different directions, and his bad eye wasn’t hidden behind gauze.

“We have to get up sooner or later, sleepyhead.” His arms pulled you flushed against his chest burying his face in the crook of your neck leaving feather light kisses over the love marks he’d left just nights prior. You sighed practically melting into him, he sure knew how to keep you in bed longer.

“Don’t wanna.” He mumbled into your skin before continuing the assault on your neck. You tried to pull away from him but he licked a strip along your neck pressing himself into you making you whine. You could feel his cock poking at you with a severe case of morning wood which wasn’t unusual, Carl’s sex drive was very high.

“Just a few more minutes, I’ll make it worth your wild.” He slurred into your neck leaving wet open mouthed kisses down your neck. His warm hands trailed under your nightshirt, he stopped his movements at the swell of your breast pulling away for your neck.

His one blue eye gazed into yours silently asking for consent to continue, instead of answering him directly you grabbed one of his hands and brought it flush against your mound. He sighed contently, already worked up from his throbbing hard on he’d woken up with.

His thumb rolled over your peppeld bud before bringing his other hand up to make contact with your other mound. He skillfully massaged the tender fat with his hands making you practically melt into him. He leaned forward giving you a gentle kiss, your lips molding together his breathing tickled your heated face.

You felt his tongue swipe across your lips asking for access which you quickly accepted. His tongue exploring your mouth like he didn’t already know every nook and cranny by heart. The kiss became progressively more heated until he pulled away gasping for air, a string of saliva connecting your tongues.

His hard cock poked against your thigh that had been thrown over his hip, your other leg was tangled with his bringing you two impossibly close. His hands have moved from your breasts instead exploring your body, you could feel his calloused hands trailing along your body leaving goosebumps in their path.

You began grinding your heat against his hard length making him whimper with need. His hands made their way to your ass squeezing and pushing you harder against him. The head of his dick rubbed against your clit making your head roll back in pleasure. He rutted into you needily, precum beading at the tip of his cock soaking into his boxers.

“Carl, I need you.” You moaned at a particularly hard thrust, he immediately halted his movements before nodding enthusiastically. He didn’t even bother taking off your shirt instead opting to just pull your panties down and lift your shirt up enough to expose your breasts. He brought his hand down to your heat swiping a finger along your wet slick.

You moaned when his fingers applied pressure to your sensitive bud rubbing circles teasingly slow into you, pleasure shot down your spine and your legs instinctively attempted to clamp shut only being stopped by Carl’s one free hand.

“Does that feel good?” He teased before licking up your thigh, the sensation was unbearable making you squirm.He moved from your clit to your aching hole slipping in a finger, he watched as your greedy pussy took every inch of his fingers before entering his other finger curling into your sweet spot. Your back arched against him and he fingered you painfully slow, your arousal soaking his fingers down to his knuckles.

You grabbed his wrist making him stop his movements. “Please Carl, I need your cock!” You moaned that brought a smirk to his lips. He was quick to pull down his boxers you watched impatiently as his cock sprang out from its confines slapping against his stomach. You leaned forward taking his length into your hand stroking his cock, he groaned letting his head fall against your shoulder.

His cock was just begging for attention, the tip an angry red tint and his veins popped against his shaft. Precum dribbles against your hand working like lubricant, but you knew it wouldn’t be enough to fit inside you without pain regardless of how wet you were. So you brought your fingers down to your folds slicking your fingers before placing them back on his cock rubbing your arousal into his shaft.

He let his teeth sink into your shoulder not hard enough to hurt or draw blood but enough to bring a little sting. He pulled his head away pushing you down into the bed before crawling over you, his hands resting on either side of your head. His pupils were blown with lust and you could see sweat forming on his forehead. He removed one of his hands from beside your head, grabbing the base of his dick and lining it up with your entrance.

“You sure you’re ready? I can finger you a little more?” You just nodded reassuringly, giving him to go to slip into you, he watched pleasure spread across your features enhancing his own enjoyment. Once he bottomed out inside you he waited, he knew you were good to go after all the previous times you’ve had sex you were well adjusted at this point. However he enjoyed the closeness he felt when he just sat inside you, he leaned against your body kissing your breasts before pushing his hips back and thrusting into you again.

His thrusts were rough but slow and passionate. It brought tears of pleasure to the ducks of your eyes, his blue eye staring into your love strone across his features. You whined everytime his hips made contact against your own, you could feel every inch of him entering and slipping out of your body before slamming back into you. The curve of his dick pressed against your g spot intensifying your moanes, everytime he slammed into you your walls clamped around him making him groan.

He began to pick up his pace, his cock was aching for release and your tight warmth against him was making his vision go blurry. He watched your tits bounce with every thrust, he refused to look away from you. In the world you two lived in it wasn’t uncommon for moments like these to be cut short so he made sure to watch every second of it. The sounds of slapping skin and moans could surely be heard by the neighbors but that was the last worry in Carl’s mind, and you were too cock drunk to even notice the explicit sounds that were leaving your lips.

“Shit, you take me so good. I love you so much baby girl.” He cooed, grabbing your hips so he could slam into your faster. His pace was unforgiving and you could feel your climax bubbling inside you, you knew he was going to be finished soon by the way his dick twitched inside your walls. His hips bucked into you and the bed was creaking at his hard thrusts, you moaned his name repeatedly unable to speak any other words.

“Carl! M gonna cum!” You screamed and he growled in response, pounding into you particularly hard. “Me too, me too.” He whined bringing his face down to your neck sucking more marks into your skin, your bodies stuck together from the sweat that had been accumulated. His dick kept hitting your g spot over and over and attempting to speed up the pace he brought a finger to your clit rubbing at a harshly fast pace, with that it didn’t take you long to reach your orgasm.

You felt the familiar sensation crash over your body, but it was different and more powerful this time. You’d realized what happened when his cock was pushed out of your cunt and you looked up to see him cumming against your stomach, but he was soaked. “What happened? Did I piss on you?” You questioned brain a little too foggy to realize what had just occurred, he smiled softly before smirking at your obviousness. “No honey you squirted.” He mumbled before wrapped his arms around you and picking your up bridal style

“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” He said more of a statement than a question, you nodded groggily before apologizing. “Sorry I didn’t mean to do that.” Honestly you were a little embarrassed but Carl just seemed shocked that you even tried to apologize about that. “It was what I was aiming for, don’t be sorry it was really hot.” You smiled letting your face burry into his chest, he knew how to make you feel good.

#chandler riggs x reader #chandler riggs #carl grimes x you #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #twd x reader #twd x you #twd #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead #the walking dead x you

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yourwalkingdeadmf · 6 months

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Paint the town red

Carl grimes/Joker x y/n / harley quinn

In a twisted alternate reality where worlds collided, a new Gotham City had emerged, plagued not only by the chaos of the Joker but also by the relentless hordes of walkers. In this grim setting, Carl Grimes had taken on the identity of the Joker, embracing the madness that surrounded him.

Amid the anarchy, he found a kindred spirit in Y/N, a survivor with a mischievous glint in her eye and a fondness for chaos. She embodied the spirit of Harley Quinn, her hair dyed in vibrant reds and blues, and a grin that rivaled Carl's own.

Carl, now the Joker, roamed the streets of this unholy Gotham, his face painted with a grotesque smile, a stark contrast to the grim world around him. He reveled in the chaos, setting traps for walkers and luring them into deadly games.

Y/N, donned in her tattered jester's outfit, twirled a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire as she danced alongside Carl, her laughter echoing through the apocalyptic city. "Hey, puddin'," she purred, her voice tinged with madness. "What's our next trick, huh? More chaos, I hope."

Carl, his eye concealed by a wild, maniacal gaze, erupted into laughter that reverberated through the desolation. "Oh, Harley, my dear," he exclaimed, "I've got something truly spectacular in mind. Let's paint this town red... with chaos."

Together, they became a deadly and unpredictable duo, unburdened by the constraints of reality and law. In a world where the line between sanity and madness had all but disappeared, the Joker and Harley Quinn, reborn as Carl Grimes and Y/N, embarked on a never-ending spree of mayhem, finding a strange sort of love amidst the ruins and the walkers, as they reveled in the anarchy they had created.

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #twd fanfiction #chandler riggs x reader

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fandcmwritings · 2 years

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Until the very end| Part 3

a/n ok so im back! literally after a year and im so sorry! I hope you guys can forgive my hiatus and like this chapter! I'll try to update frequently again :)

word count: 1k+

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“Have you ever killed somebody that didn’t deserve it?” Carl asks after a long silence.

He looked over at you, eating the last few bites of the chocolate pudding you found together. You had a look on your face of pure comfort, almost reminiscing the old days. The chocolate pudding reminded you of home. Every weekend your dad would come home from work, with a bag full of groceries, it always contained a few small containers of pudding. It was your dads favorite, it wasn’t exactly yours but it became a tradition to eat it on Friday nights after dinner. Now that he was gone, the pudding made you think about him. Just the good things though, happy memories.

Carl’s question made you look up, a questioning look on your face, “What?”

The boy besides you sighs as he takes the now empty pudding container from your hands and lays it beside the two of you.

“It’s something that I've wondered. I mean I've killed someone before and everyday I think about it,” He looks up for a moment as if he’s thinking back to the moment. “I was blinded by hatred and I couldn’t tell the difference between bad and innocent anymore. Back at the prison, the one I told you about, there were kids our age too but they’ve never seemed to have done the things I have.” He trails off, not sure if he even knows what he’s getting at.

“I haven’t, I mean I don’t think so?” You look at Carl who’s looking at you curiously.

“I’ve killed two people besides my brother, they attacked me and my family so I think they deserved it? But they must’ve had people they cared about too, people to come back to with supplies they promised. So no, I don’t think I've killed people that didn’t deserve it, but others may disagree with that.” You continue.

A loud snarl from the zombie you guys trapped in the room behind you, or walker as Carl calls them, interrupts your thoughts for a moment. You sigh and grab your knife from the holster on your hip, it fits in your hands just right. You walk towards the walker and stab it through the head, silencing it forever.

You walk back to the railing of the roof next to Carl who watches you every move as you continue, “But Carl, don’t dwell on what happened. Some say it was someone innocent, but in this world, who can even tell the difference anymore?”

He smiles at your answer. Maybe it was the answer he was looking for. Whatever it was, you knew he appreciated it.

“Should we head back? I’ll convince my dad to let you stay with us if he’s back on his feet again.”

“Sure.”

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The door opened with a small creak as Carl let the both of you in the house that he and his dad stayed at for the moment.

When you dropped the supplies the both of you found you grabbed your bag and told Carl you we’re going to try and clean yourself up a little. You found a bathroom that was somewhat clean and grabbed the water bottle you filled in the rain barrel outside the house. You tried your best at removing the dirty stains on your body as best as you could. After a little bit of struggling with your neck you looked yourself in the mirror. You looked somewhat better, still not the best but at least you didn’t look like you just murdered someone in cold blood anymore. You grabbed the bottle and put it back in your bag and made your way downstairs but the loud yelling of Carl made you stop in your tracks

“-Because of you!” Carl let out an angry sob and you heard him more clear now, “I’d be fine if you died”

You gasped. He was obviously talking about his dad but that was something you didn’t expect him to say. Why was he so angry at him? He seemed fine before.

You decided to walk down when he seemed to have walked away from his dad (who was still non responsive). You didn’t mention anything about hearing his outburst when you walk into the kitchen where he is.

“Hey”

He looks up at you and smiles a little, “Hey”

“You think he’ll wake up soon?” You ask Carl.

Carl looks back at his dad, sprawled out in the living room.

“I think so, nothing has killed him yet.” He replies a bit emotionless.

You frown at the change in demeanor and think of a way to change the subject.

“I appreciate it by the way, you trusting me.”

Carl looks back at you a small smirk now on his face.

“Who says I trust you?”

You roll your eyes and throw some of the dry cereal from his bowl at his face.

“You’re so funny.” You reply sarcastically. You stand up and walk back to the makeshift beds you made from old mattresses you found upstairs. You and Carl took them down so you could take turns taking watch.

“I think I’m going to sleep if that’s ok?” You ask him although you don’t want for him to answer. You drag one of the mattresses to the corner of the room and almost immediately fall asleep when your head meets the bed.

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“I was wrong...” A soft voice trails off in agony, softly crying.

The cry of the boy startled you awake. You groaned as you got up from your place in the corner of the room and from your place you saw Carl crying over his dad. He seemed to have fallen of his place on the bed, maybe that was a good sign. He tried getting up and he’s now healing?

You watched Carl for a few more seconds, when nothing happened and the boy himself calmed down you decided to walk over to him.

“Hey,” You whispered as you approached the boy.”I’ll take watch now, you get some sleep.”

Maybe he was too tired to argue or maybe he trusted you, whatever it was, something in him that night didn't feel the need to argue with you and so took his place on the bed.

Now that both Rick and Carl laid down to sleep, one of them already far gone, the world got quiet for a second. You slowly got up and removed the curtains by the window that was closest to the couch, only slightly to not draw any attention but enough to look outside. Right now the streets were empty, no snarl was heard and no zombie in sight. It was peaceful.

You really like looking outside when it gets quiet like that. It’s not like you suddenly get delusional and think everything is okay, but there’s a weird comfort in seeing the emptiness. There’s no danger in sight.

So that’s what you do, you look outside until the first sun beams hit your face and Carl wakes up, meaning it’s your turn to rest your eyes.

“Who is she?”

“Dad calm down-” the voice cut out as the previous voice interrupted, even louder than before.

“Carl I’m being serious! Why would you let a stranger stay here?”

“Because she saved my life!” You fully came to your sense when the other persons voice became a little louder, the memories of yesterday came back to mind when you opened your eyes to see the scene in front of you enfold.

“She saved my life, okay dad?” Carl repeated to his father again, a bit calmer now. “And I know what you’re going to ask but I asked her the three questions.” He sighed annoyed.

Rick took in a deep breath and rubbed his head in irritation. “You still don’t know her.”

“I know we shouldn’t trust everyone we meet, I know that, but this is different okay? I know it.” Carl said, looking his father dead in the eye and walked off. He caught your look from the makeshift bed in the corner and ignored your gaze to walk straight to the kitchen, leaving you alone with his dad.

You looked up in the direction of Rick and saw him already looking up at you skeptically. You know he was looking at you to identify anything suspicious, whether or not he could trust you. You knew because you were doing the same thing.

Rick suddenly walked up to you, a slight limp evident to his injuries although you saw that he was trying to not let it show. When he stood in front of you you realized you got up as well as if it was an instinct. He held his hand out in front of you, inviting you to take it.

You looked at him briefly for a moment and then took it, shaking his hand.

“The name is Rick Grimes.”

“I’m Y/n L/n.”

He gave you a small smile even though it looked more like a grimace, “I heard you saved Carl? Care to tell me what happened? He won’t tell me the details.”

You let out a small laugh at the way he said it, noticing the trouble the two had in communicating.

“Yea well I wouldn’t count on it either, it was pretty embarrassing for him.”

You heard footsteps coming back from the kitchen. Carl came back with a bowl of the leftover cereal you had and gave it to you in silence, he gave you a lopsided smile and sat down on the ground against the couch.

You sighed and sat in front of him on a mattress while Rick sat next to Carl and the three of you fell into a somewhat comfortable silence.

“You know,” Rick said to break the silence, “you shouldn’t have risked it, going out there like that.” He looked at Carl and smiled a little.

Carl looked up at him and smiled too, he looked at you briefly before replying. “I was careful.”

“Yea right.” You snickered at his statement.

They both looked at you, Carl had a playful look of irritation on his face while Rick just smiled.

Carl rolled his eyes at you and sighed, “Alright I had help.”

“Next time just don’t trip over a log when zombies come for you yea?”

“Yea haha very funny, I’ll try.” Carl scoffed at you but you knew he wasn’t mad. You also knew you were never gonna live this down.

“It’s good that you guys found more food.” Rick pointed at the bag of food you and Carl collected the previous day.

“Yeah we found even more” You replied with a small smile.

“But we ate it.” Carl trailed off.

Rick looked at the both of you confused until he rested his eyes on his son.

“What was it?”

“A 112 ounces of pudding.” You replied sheepishly.

You and Carl looked at each other for a moment before breaking down in a fit of laughter. Rick smiled fondly at the interaction, glad his son was smiling again. Maybe you weren’t so bad after all.

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princekeerys · 7 months

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my requests are open for both chandler riggs and carl grimes !! 💗🐝🌱🍄🌞🌷💖💖

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tobyisher3 · 1 month

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Just A Reminder

I’m making this happen just like I did the Adrian Chase Jesus candle.

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nathannnnnnnn · 3 months

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so tell me you love me.

wicked games - the weekend.

you and Carl get high, go into the woods and end up making out, one thing leads to another.

!tw - getting high, public sex & almost getting caught.

carl is 18 and so is reader.

..you were with Daryl, in the woods fucking around, scavenging..."the hells that?" you say, pointing at what looked like a house, you start walking towards it..until daryl grabs your shoulder and tells you to wait before getting in front of you with his crossbow ready to shoot at whatever. you get in side safely, and start rummaging through shit, until, you find some weed, you put it in your pocket. you didn't care wether Daryl saw or not, it's not like he would try to stop you. he knew you were a teenager and would still find one way or another to get your hands on it. "you find anything?" you ask, "....nah, nothin' good here..you?." ..you debated wether you should tell him what you found. "..nah. nothing good over here, either." .you two started walking back to Alexandria.

you were excited to finally be back, you missed your boyfriend, carl. and you genuinely couldn't wait to show him what you found in the woods, you were walking to his house. but on the way you seen his dad, "hey, rick, carl home?", rick looks at you "yeah. he should be there, you gonna go by?".."yeah.. I am" he nods and walks off, you get there and open the door, you start to head up to his room, you open the door and throw the pot on his bed.."you got paper, pookie?" you hear him laugh a bit at that. "well I do have some pretty thin paper? would that work?" he looks at you while holding some pretty thin paper "maybe, Its been awhile since I've done this. we could also use a can, all we need is a lighter but I got one." taking the paper and somehow managing to roll it.

"we should go to the woods, your dad could get here any minute, you know? besides, the house would start smelling." you look at him while licking the joint to make it stick together. "..yeah, sure. my dad would probably kill me if he found out we smoked inside anyway." you hum in response of that. you always thought rick would be more chill about that kinda stuff, considering you ARE in a zombie apocalypse. but once you started dating carl, that changed.

you two were in the woods sitting against a tree smoking away in silence. until carl breaks it. "you used to do this?" he said hitting the joint. "yeah, I used to take daryls cigarettes, until he found out." you laugh a little. "hey, carl." you say, "yeah?", you start to lean in him not noticing because of how high out of his mind he was, until you were right in front of him, both of your noses touching. you leaned in completely until your lips were touching, pulling you onto his lap, he kissed you. after a few seconds you pull back and say, "its still burning. give it here." you take it and turn it off. it hadn't even been a second after you turned it off, and he had you under him, pinned, legs entangled. his knee on top of your crotch area, you grunted when you felt his knee there. "carl!-" you moaned out, not meaning to. he laughed a little "what's wrong..? you were kissing all on me not too long ago." he said, pushing his knee down on him and leaning down to plant small kisses up and down on his neck, his hand running up the other males thigh and side. you'd be lying if you said you didn't like it when he got like this.

after a few minutes of making out and taking off each others pants off you hear something..or was it someone?. carl stops and grabs his knife from his pants next to him not knowing who it was.

until he saw michonne. he threw the knife to the floor with his pants, and got on top of you again. "..wh-" "michonne, don't worry about it. she didn't see us." he grabbed both of your hands and pinned them above your head with one of his hands, giving you a kiss.

"you ready, pretty boy?" as he spoke he was pulling down the waistband of your boxers waiting for you to reply. you gave him a simple nod, but he wanted to hear you. "use your words. I want to hear you." when he said that you took a deep breath. "yeah..im ready." when you said that he took your boxers off, and immediately pushed his middle finger in and started moving it in a circle motion. "Carl!- fuck!" you were whimpering out his name over and over just because of his finger. it made you feel unbelievably pathetic and desperate for his cock to be inside of you. "look at you..you look so pretty like this, baby." after he said that he pushed in a second finger and started stretching you out in a scissoring motion, truthfully, it hurts like a bitch, but it felt so good just because it was him. if it was anyone else you'd hate it.

after he finished stretching you out, he puts his thumb to your chin and taps it, "open, honey." so you do. and when you do he puts his ring and middle finger in, gently rubbing against the males tongue with his fingers. once he got enough spit on his fingers he put some on the males entrance while pulling his own boxers down with the other hand. releasing his hard cock. once he put some on your hole he put what was remaining on his tip and on the rest of him.

once he put the tip in he leaned down so he could kiss you, distracting you from the sting of his cock entering you. once he was halfway in he pulled away from you causing your moans to be louder. tears were starting to form in your eyes, from the sting. once he realized this he keeps going but speeds the process up a little.

"you're gonna be okay, it just hurts now but it'll feel better eventually, okay? just like the other times." he says wiping away any tears you had while you grasp onto leafs and sticks next to you. once he's fully in he looks at you for any sign that it's okay to move, "I'll start moving once you want me to, sound good?", you cant even bring your self to reply, considering what was inside of you at the moment. but once you felt like it was alright to move, you nodded. "you can.. you can start."

once he starts moving he starts off slow and gentle. him being settled on top your body, his hands at the side of your thighs, kissing and biting your collarbone. your hands scratching and clawing at his back, while your a moaning and whimpering mess. "cum with me, okay? be my good boy and cum with me." he says with little grunts here and there.

the slow and gentle pace didn't last long, he started being faster and rougher with you, your hands still scratching up his back because he's fucking into you so good that you can't think straight, you can't even make a sentence. all you can do is moan his name and be a perfect little stuttering mess for him.

as soon as you feel that familiar knot and uncomfortable feeling your back arches, and you grab onto his hair as if you're trying to tell him something, but it seems that's what it took to make him go over the edge. almost as soon as he came inside of you, you came on his stomach.

on your way back to Alexandria, you see Rick. waiting for you at the gates.

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lilhoeforevanpeters · 9 days

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holy shit, 300 likes on my carl grimes smut?!? thank you guys so much!! i love you all, and thank you for reading it and interacting with it. please send me requests for carl grimes or any other characters from TWD, i need ideas!

#carl grimes x fem!reader #carl grimes x male reader #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes #chandler riggs x reader

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i-luv-carl-grimes · 10 months

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Hii everyone! Okay so there's this fanfic I've been writing on Wattpad that hasn't been getting any attention and I literally have been working my ass off on it soooo I'm gonna post it here too!! I hope you enjoy!!! ************************

𝔅𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔡𝔞𝔶𝔰

Ep1 s1

(Carl X oc)

Warning: abuse, language and lots of valance as well as gore if you are younger then 14 please don't read

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Even before this shit went down my life still wasn't something to be proud of

"Rayne, care to explain?" my mom asked holding up a test I got a 83% on. "My math test?" I answered and she laid a strong slap across my cheek. "Don't get smart with me!" she said as I felt stinging in my right cheek. "Now, try again. Care. To. Explain?" she asked. "An 83 is still a A" I tried to explain but once again I was met with another strong slap

Don't cry dont cry dont cry

"Your grounded" she said then pointed to the stairs, something warm run down my temple. Opening the door to the bathroom only to be disappointed as my eyebrow had a cut and was now bleeding.

"Did you give yourself that cut? Just got some attention" my sister scuffed as I grabbed a wash cloth and held it under warm water. "Hello?" she said but once again I gave no reply. "Your pathetic honesty" added then walked to her room. "I know" I mumbled as I put a bandage on the cut.

I was waking to my room when I heard a door open and close followed by something being set down. I made my way downstairs to see my dad who had just gotten back from a hunting trip the thing he sat down being his rifle and revolver. "Can you BELIEVE this, she practically failed!" my mom yelled holding up my 'failed' test. "Hi Rayne" my father said and got up walking past my mom and over to me. "What happened to you face?" he said referring to my now bruised cheek and cut eyebrow. "I fell." I said already knowing better then to tell the truth. "How bout the test huh? You know I can't let that slide also your mom said you were bad mouthing her and your sister, you know that's not okay" he said and I just nodded knowing nothing he said was true. "No leaving the house at all and if I even see you look at the tv or play any video games so help me" he said this time more stern.

I didnt hate my family but sometimes it's hard to keep myself from letting out all the stuff I have been forced to keep in.

"ok" I said. "What's the use? She's just gonna have her face shoved in a book" my sister said kicking me in the leg I looked up to see if my father had noticed but he was already gone. "You can't even defend yourself, honestly could you be any more useless" she added but I just once again stayed quiet.

Rule number one: always stay quite

I had 5 rules in place if I broke them, god knows how many marks would be on me if I didn't keep my mouth shut.

No.1: always stay quite (what's the point of talking when no one is listening to you)

No.2: never cry. ("Your so weak all you do is cry")

No.3: A (if I can't get good grades then I'm a disgrace, a failed, a mistake)

No.4: I don't need anyone (relying on other people means your weak)

No.5: take it. ("You deserve this. You deserve to bleed")

I live with these 5 rules also on my mind if I break one...well...i don't know, I guess I never have, but I know I don't want to know what'll happen if I will.

"There were a lot of people out this season" my father said. "Really? I thought that not many people go out over there" my mom asked. "Yeah I did to, and the weirdest thing about it was that they weren't even wearing hunting gear they were dressed in normal everyday clothes, and get this there werent even any buck" he complained.

People dressed in normal clothes on a hunting trip? Something about that doesn't feel right, as I thought something outside caught my eye. I walked over to the window to see people, groups of them walking all sluggish almost tripping over there own feet, some of them...were covered with

Blood

Others had very severe injuries, like missing arm you could s-

I felt something rise in my throat looking at one of the people, a little girl with a large intestine spilling out of her I covered my mouth with my hand and ran up stairs getting the attention of my family.

The image crossed my mind once again this time I wasn't able to keep in what I was trying to avoid I ran into the bathroom bumping into the door frame and released my hand from my mouth my stomach unable to take anymore. "Rayne? Are you alright?" my dad asked rubbing my back. "She's just doing it for attention, stop being so dramatic" my sister scoffed but the only thing I could focus on was the...i dont even know what it was. "Rayne what's wrong?" my father asked.

"Outside...look, outside" I said in between huffs and coughs, my father then got up

It was to long before I heard the front door open, then slame shut. I stood up and slowly walked down, to see my father's eyes wide his hands gripping onto his hair while my mom began to cry she then grabbed her phone

We all sat there is silence

...

Click

No one picked up

I ran over the to an old radio I used to listen to when I was younger, thank god I still knew how to use it

Static

"WARNING WE ARE CURRENTLY IN A CRISIS DONT GO NEAR INJURED PEOPLE THEY ARE INFECTED IF YOU GET BIT YOU DIE IF YOU GO NEAR THEM YOU DIE, THE LIVING WALK THE EARTH AND EAT THE LIVING"

"Oh my god" my mom said and fell to her knees.

I ran up stairs and ran into my room to get a book and ran back down stairs almost tripping.

"Look" I said and handed my dad the comic. "Holly shit" he said looking through the book. "We have to go, there has to be somewhere safe" my dad added. "Jade! Get down here!" my dad yelled and my sister walked over tears streaming down her face as she shook in fear, and if I'm being honest as much as I hate to admit it we all were even me...

"Me and you mather are going to gather food and weapons, you two go pack clothes not a lot just enough to travel as well as other things you might need" dad said and I nodded and ran up stairs to my room.

2 outfits should be fine including the one I'm wearing

Fit 1 (currently wearing) : red hoodie with a white t-shirts under and blue jeans (dw the fits get better)

Fit 2. A yellow stripped shit and white t shirt with leggings (most of these are based off of Clementine)

Fit 3. A purple t-shirt with blue jeans

I then went into the bathroom to get basic hygiene products (tooth brush, deodorant, etc) "get boots too!!" my dad said and I went into my room and dug through my closet trying to find the one par of boots I had.

Found them

They were an old pair of docs that used to be my sisters but they dont fit her anymore. I then looked at my desk to see a photo of my best friends and tears streamed down my cheeks,

The one person who actually cared, the one person I trusted please for the love please be okay.

"RAYNE GET DOWN HERE!!!" my dad yelled and I took the photo and put it in my pocket.

When I walked down stairs I seen everyone with bags in there hands my dad set his down and I walked by Jade my father then kneeled down and held up two pocket knives I put my hand out but hesitated while my sister just turned away and shock her head. "Please guys, I need to know that you'll be able to protect yourself if need be" he said and I nodded taking the black and silver knife and flicked it open, nothing to special. "Fine" my sister said then took it. "Alright me and your mama have guns but we won't be able to protect you all the time" he said I agreed but my sister wasn't having it. "No! You have to protect us YOU HAVE TO" she said and my father slapped her and she screamed and cried the....um....things?... Walkers ya

Started walking towards our house probably from hearing Jade cry

Sound attacks them

"Shit Jade stop screaming!" my dad said and covered her mouth only to revile the sound of walkers banging on the door. "Dammit Jade" my dad said. "We have to go through the back" he said and let go of my sister tears still streaming down her face we grabbed all of our stuff and my dad held tightly onto his rifle

Here we go

Name: unknown Nickname: Rayne Walker kills: 0 Living kills: 0 Age: 9

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