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sam-moose · 26 days
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Carl, standing with his back turned: i've been expecting you, y/n.
y/n: how did you do that without turning around?
Carl:
Carl: to be perfectly honest, the first couple of people I did this to were not you...
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riotlain · 1 year
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Y/n *trying desperately to flirt with Daryl*: Your beef got me stroganoff
Daryl: What.
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tobyyobyy · 1 year
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twd memes i made instead of going to bed (it was 5 am and i needed to wake up at 11 am)
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rahhhhhhhbrobro · 1 year
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carl: i dress like shit. im high as fuck on drugs all the time-
*shrugs towards the group*
i got like seven different parents. one of ems biological, you gotta guess.
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celtic-crossbow · 3 months
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Y/N, giggling: You sneeze like a girl.
Daryl: How ‘bout I pound ya like a boy?
Daryl: …
Daryl: Tha’ didn’ come out righ’.
Y/N: I know what you meant. Your place or mine?
Daryl: Yers.
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Random person in Alexandria: Wow, your group is so strong. What’s it like being with them?
Y/N: Well, imagine being with some completely mature, civilized, and responsible people
Random person: Oh, wow! That’s great-
Y/N: *having flashbacks to every chaotic moment that has ever gone on with everyone* Now throw that image out the window
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daddygrimes · 2 months
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carl: why are you holding hands?
y/n: studies show that holding hands can reduce stress.
carl: oh, i though you were dating or something.
daryl: we are.
y/n: we’re also really fucking stressed.
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twdxtrevor · 5 months
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Y/N: would you love me if I was a worm
Daryl: why would i love a worm
. . .
Y/N: (hours later) *sighs loudly*
Rick: what's wrong y/n
Y/N: daryl said he doesn't love me
Daryl: AS A FUCKING WORM
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*The group is getting into the car*
Rick: I’m driving.
Y/N, out of view: Shotgun!
Glenn, turning to face Y/N: Aww! But you had it on the way here-
Everyone except Y/N: WOAH-
Y/N, holding a shotgun: No! I found a shotgun! And I want the front seat! *Pumps gun*
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arrowenchantress · 10 days
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Daryl: I saw Y/n in the library cry for five or so minutes and then their phone alarm went off and they just? Stopped crying? And then went right back to work?
Rick: That’s Y/n for ya.
Y/n: It’s called time management babe.
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thatonelovingwalker · 6 months
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Carl Grimes x GN reader
///TW: none💗///
Summary: you see Carl with Judith and wonder if he would want a child of his own.
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Walking along the sidewalk lining your neighborhood, you heard the cooing of a baby. You immediately recognized it as Judith. Carl always walked Judith at this time, and you had just recently started walking with them.
You and Carl have been together for about three months now, and Judith has become really close to you.
Her noises got louder as you rounded the corner, and saw that she was patiently waiting for you in her stroller.
“Judith! Good morning,” you told her, letting her grasp at your hands.
You looked up to Carl and saw him looking at you as if he was seeing you for the first time. As if he saw Christmas lights brightening before him, rapping him in warmth and the feeling of safety.
“Good morning, Carl,” you told him, walking around to give him a peck. He returned it gratefully, taking ahold of your hand.
“Ready?” Was all Carl asked, making you nod.
The three of you started walking, listening to the silence that surrounded you both.
It was quiet for about fifteen minutes, and that was when Judith started to fuss.
“Nap time, Judy?” Carl asked her, circling around to pick her up.
Carl gently cradled Judith in his arms, rocking back and forth on his heels. He was whispering to her, trying to calm her down, and all you could do was watch.
He was so good with kids, especially Judith. Whenever he was with any of the younger members, he treated them as if they were his blood. As if they were his own children. It made you yearn for a normal world. One where it wouldn’t be a life or death decision.
But you knew that if it were to ever happen, whether it’s with you or another, he would be absolutely perfect.
“You’d make a great dad,”
“What?”
Carl turned to you, shock all over his face. He didn’t look upset, but he looked distracted.
And you that was when you realized you said it out loud. You didn’t mean it to slip. It just happened.
Even with his surprised features, he still looked even more fatherly with Judith calming in his arms. His hat and eye patch displayed experience, ones that he had learned from. The gun strapped to his leg showed he was capable. You knew he would be everything you ever needed. Everything any child needed.
“You’d make a great father…” you said a little bit more softly. You stayed where you were.
You saw his breathing pattern change. It was the one thing you could catch before he muttered, “Let me go put Judith down,” before turning away from you.
He left you with a sense of regret. Why did you say that?
You found yourself sitting on the couch, listening to Carl shush Judith to sleep a few rooms down. You had no idea if he knew you were there, but you waited, hoping you didn’t ruin things.
When Carl expressed what happened with his mother, Lori, and how he had to put her down for the sake of Judith, your heart broke.
Maybe mentioning anything to do with a baby was a bad idea.
You no longer heard Carl. His whispers or humming. Just footsteps. Heavy footsteps. You didn’t dare watch him, no matter how much you were dying to.
You felt the couch shift with his weight, and you knew he sat closer to you on purpose.
“You really think so?”
You could barely hear him, but you understood completely what he meant. You turned to face him, and was met with his pleading eyes. He looked so vulnerable in this moment, you just wanted to smother him with cuddles and hold him.
“I do.”
“Well, I think you’d make a great (mother/father), y/n. You’d be amazing,” Carl grasped your hand with one of his heart stopping smiles.
“Doubtful,” you said, trying to be playful. Carl picked up on it.
All he said in return was, “How about we try and see?”
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sam-moose · 2 years
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y/n: tonight, one of you will betray us.
Rick: is it me, y/n?
y/n: no, it's not you.
Daryl: is it me, y/n?
y/n, shaking their head: it's not you either.
Spencer: is it me, y/n?
y/n:
y/n, mocking him: "iS iT mE, y/N?"
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ysoandi · 1 year
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Maggie: Why are Y/N and Carl sitting with their backs to each other?
Rick: They had a fight.
Maggie: Then why are they holding hands?
Rick: They get sad when they fight.
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forgetminot · 1 year
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Incorrect Quotes - The Walking Dead Edition.
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Y/n: "So, Daryl is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night."
Rick: "What, Why?"
Y/n: "Because, I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row."
Daryl: *arms crossed and pouting* "You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass from walkers."
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Rick: *walks into the room*
Y/n: "He's covered in blood again. Why is it he's always covered in blood?"
Daryl: "Well, it looks like it’s his own blood this time."
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Y/n: "Not gonna lie, I'm kind of afraid of Rick..."
Daryl: As you should be.
Y/n: "No, for real, he's kind of-"
Daryl: "As. You. Should. Be."
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Daryl: *whispering* "So when are we gonna tell them?"
Rick: *whispering* "Just give them a minute."
Y/n: *Pulling harshly on a door that clearly says push.*
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sardonic-the-writer · 9 months
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Rick, talking to Negan: And this is our village idiot—
You: Hey! I will fight you Grimes
You, tripping over your feet immediately:
Negan:
Rick:
You, face first on the ground: That doesn't count as a forfeit
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celtic-crossbow · 3 months
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Y/N, stumbles in after girls night, drunk: Sir.
Daryl, watching her undress: Ya comin’ to bed?
Y/N, naked and aghast: Get out of my bedroom. I have a boyfriend he’ll put a bolt in your ass!
Y/N, lies down on the floor: I’ll give you to the count of ten. One.
Daryl, blinks as she falls asleep: ...
Daryl, sighing: How many times I gotta tell ‘em she can’t handle tequila?
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