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thewhoreforhordes · 2 days

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Shielding Glances

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐧 (𝐮𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 & 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲!𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥, 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐱𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐞𝐫𝐚 : 𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚

(not proofread!)

You and Carl had been dating for a while, and everyone in Alexandria knew. It hasn't really been a secret since Ron's sleepover, where you and Carl were fawning all over each other especially following what happened.

It also didn't help that one night at Carl's house, you and him had been watching a movie and got too caught up in kissing, and Rick had come to check on the two of you, only to be met with both of your lips locked on one another's, and Carl's hand up your shirt.

That certainly was.. a day, for sure.

Despite having to keep the door open at Carl's house from that night onwards, you two were happy. You would spend your days sitting at the pond with Carl, laying on his lap and talking until the sun sets, or lazily watching movies in bed with him until one of you had to go on watch. Usually him.

However, he couldn't ignore the immense anxiety he felt when you had to go on watch. Realistically, he knew you weren't leaving the walls. He knew you would probably be safe and he didn't need to worry, but he couldn't help it. He had already lost so much, and he couldn't lose you too.

Now, he was sat next to you, during an important group meeting as Rick goes on and on about a plan for a run, as you play with Carl's fingers mindlessly. These meetings always stress you out, but being with your boyfriend made everything better.

You run your thumb over his palm, gently caressing the calluses that formed from all the fighting and work he does, you squeeze his hand then proceeding to loosen your grip, over and over until you were sure he was sick of it, yet of course, he wouldn't admit to it, after all it helped calm you.

You continue to fidget with your boyfriend's hand, prior to Rick proposing a question to the group. "Alrigh', y'all, this is serious and we need as many people we can get that are willin'." He addresses, that classic sheriff southern drawl evident in his voice.

You grip your boyfriend's hand before dropping it, raising your hand in the air so the constable can see you amongst the people. "I'll go. You said you need people, right?"

It's not like going on runs were new to you. You always went on them before you got to Alexandria, you had just decided runs were usually a lot more than they were worth. You were fine with patrol and such, just took a break from runs.

Nonetheless, when you realized your community needed help, you were eager to put yourself back in the game to assist them, much to Carl's dismay of course.

The room falls silent at the thought of a teenager willing to risk their life, especially on a run this dangerous. The tension in the air seems so thick, as if you could take your pocket knife to it like butter.

Carl shoots a glare at the man he calls his father, almost to say, 'Don't fucking do it.' Although, the leader doesn't care to pay attention to his son's pleas and nods at you, scribbling something down before proposing the question once more to the group as Carl sits there terrified.

There was no fucking chance of you going on that run, and he was going to make sure of it.

After the meeting, you feel rather excited to go on this run, as your boyfriend trails behind you, a gleam in his eye like you've never seen before. You approach the front door of your home with the Rhee's, as Carl taps you on the shoulder causing you to jolt.

"Jesus.. Carl, you scared me.." You giggle, turning the handle and going to walk into the house as Carl follows suit. "What the hell were you thinking?" He spits, seeming to be fuming mad.

"Excuse me?" You cock an eyebrow at him, confused as to how your boyfriend could speak to you like this.

"Back at the meeting? You're not going on that run, Y/N."

"Yes I am, Carl. You can't stop me."

"You're not going, Y/N." Carl continues, stepping closer to you. You feel your heart flutter at the sheriff's boy protectiveness and care, but you need to stand up for yourself.

"You don't control me, Grimes. I'm not a kid, and if you're so worried about me, march up to your dad and ask him to go with us. Fuck's sake, I just want to help my community." You glance up at him as he glares down at you, the glimmer in his baby blue eye melts your heart.

"Jesus, Y/N! Would you just listen?! I've lost enough and I'm not fucking losing you too. One slip-up is all it takes, and I won't have it." He exclaims, taking a step back.

You can tell just how scared he is, and you sympathize with him, but you need to help your people. There's no question about it.

"Carl.." You pause for a moment to gather your thoughts. "I have to go. I'm sick of being stuck in Alexandria all the time, and I can take care of myself."

"You heard my dad, he said it's one of the more dangerous runs! I need to protect you, Y/N. Please." He begs, and you begin to see his tough facade slip. You stand there for a moment, staring into Carl's eye, thinking the whole thing over.

"Does this really mean that much to you?" You soften as he slowly nods.

"Please, Y/N.. I don't want you to get hurt.." He pleads, as you wrap your arms around him. Shocked by your sudden embrace, he stands there before hearing mutters fall from your sweet mouth. One word that washes away all his worries.

"Okay." Your velvety voice whispers against his chest, burying your face in the cloth of his gray shirt.

His eyes trail down to you, a finger carefully slipping under your chin as he raises your head so your gaze meets his. His relieved smile eases you completely as he bows his head to connect his full lips with yours.

It begins to feel like hours pass as Carl's arms stay firmly wrapped around you and you soul kissed one another.

In reality, it was only a few moments before Carl pulls away to murmur a soft thank you. You slowly nod, placing a kiss to his cheek before burying your face in the crook of his neck.

Carl's breathing returns to a state of contentment and his heart-rate follows as he can rest easy knowing that you're where you belong,

safe in his arms.

Author's Note: Sorry this one took so long!! It was really tricky to find out where I wanted the story to go to and to find the motivation so again, I apologize if parts seem rushed!! Also my requests are open and I would love some because I SUCK with story ideas!!

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carlplsrailme · 1 year

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𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉ

summary: the morning after your first time with Carl, you make some jokes only he knows the context to.

carl grimes x fem!reader

cw: suggestive talk, reference to past sex, teasing and fluff!

request: could you like make something like the morning after their first time reader is like super flirty and won't stop teasing him and shit in front of everyone and carl is so flustered like 'shut up :0'. I've had this idea for days but im a shit writer so....

the porcelain cup rims your lips as the coffee threatens to spill out any moment, dizzy as you stare at him with such adoration while images of last night flash in your mind

you finally sealed the deal. and it was perfect.

he held your hand the entire time, whispered such sweet things, and now you're staring for way too long.

your throat aches a side cough and is soothed by the hot coffee your pour down it as he leans onto the counter, thank goodness your gawking didn't interrupt the conversation between him and his father, or else you might have died from embarrassment.

"why don't we go today?" carl perks up, and his father lets out an airy laugh

"We can't just go, we need to plan out spots first..see which ones 'been used already" he gruffs, dismissing his son as he moves to grab coffee

you move over to him, placing your cup down as he silently mopes about the lack of plans for the run he wanted to go on so badly.

you reach up and twirl one of your fingers with his locks, much like you did last night as you purse your lips together in thought

"why do you want to go out so badly? shouldn't you rest?" the question having obvious undertones but Rick doesn't pay any mind to it

"i-i..because we're running low on stuff..." he stutters out, your flirting catching him off guard

"mm.." "sure it isn't 'cuz you wanna drive the car into a ditch?" you joke, spinning around in time to catch Rick choking on his coffee, but you aren't referencing his horrible driving, you're talking about the time you guys almost had sex on a run.

"I-i..shut up..." you see his face deepen as the memory comes back in full force

"don't say 'shut up'" Rick scolds but you know you deserve it with how you're teasing him, picking up your coffee you wink at the boy before walking back up to your room.

an: <333

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an-aspiration · 8 months

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Hi! Can I make a request where reader is really innocent (like Ana from 50 shades innocent) and she and Carl are making out in his room and she starts grinding on his thigh so he turns all softdom on her and guides her and leaves hickeys all over her sweet spots? <3

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Warnings: thigh riding, hickeys, clit

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God, today was so boring” you huffed, plopping onto carls bed.

You swung your arm over to his bed and switched on the fan to its highest setting, immidietly melting into the cool air.

“What did you do?” he questioned, now joining you on his bed.

“Well while you were out on that run, exploring and doing interesting stuff, I was here being forced to join Ron in teaching his brother baseball.” You sighed very loudly, hinting to him about a previous conversation about wanting to go with him on runs.

“Baby.. you know you can’t come with me, it’s just too dangerous out there and we haven’t trained you yet.” he said in a stern, yet caring voice, bringing his hand to stroke your hair.

“I know… and it’s okay, I just hoped the answer changed” you sat up

You knew he was just looking after you, but you can never shake off the small feeling of worry whenever he was away. As your mind drifted for a split second you couldn’t help but notice how soft and warm he looked in his pajamas. A fuzzy feeling erupted in your stomach as you looked him up and down swiftly.

“It’s only because I love you, okay?” he said faintly, cupping your face

“I know, I love you too” you said smiling

He leant in, connecting your lips. His lips were plump and gentle. You both stayed like that for a second as he traced his hands down your side, making you slightly squirm. You moved further into the kiss letting it get deeper, and more heated.

You slowly break the kiss, catching your breath, and climb on top of his lap. With a sigh, you wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head on his shoulder, feeling his warmth. He began to trace your back, finding your ticklish spots making you squirm into him once again. But this time was different, you felt a jolt of pleasure down your abdomen that was very unfamiliar.

You stayed frozen in your position, trying hard not to chase the pleasure you had just received. It was obvious he didn’t notice because he was still tracing your back. It had suddenly gotten so much hotter in the room and this new feeling was not helping. It couldn’t hurt to just move your hips a little bit more, he hadn’t even noticed the first time. Slowly you rolled your hips downward, and continued to get a little carried away. Your breath got heavier, as you closed your eyes slowly riding out this small amount of bliss.

“Y/n?” Carl questioned, guiding your hair behind your ear so he could see your face.

“Mhm?”

“Does that feel nice?”

You blushed shamefully. “I-“ you paused unknowing of what to say.

He slid his hands down to your hips and began to guide them down his thigh on his own. “I get it..do you want to keep feeling good?”

You nodded, head buzzing.

He began slowly kissing down your neck and leaving prominent hickeys all the way down to your chest. You look down to see your body well and abused from his lips. He unbottoned your tank top to reveal your bare chest. He swirled his tounge along each bud, letting the cool air take you.

His rough hands trace the top of your cotton shorts and up your stomach. All of this was overwhelming you, your mind raced through blank thoughts. Your eyelids droop further with each soft moan that falls from your lips.

You reach a particularly smooth spot and loud squeak slips out.

“Baby you have to keep quiet for me, can you do that?”

“Yea” you say feebly

You could feel him getting hard through his sweats. It was driving you into the clouds.

He took your hand in his and guided it down your shorts, then circled your clit with your index and middle fingers, leaving you feeling weak.

The pleasure felt like fireworks all up your body.

“carl-” you moaned out

“Are you close?”

“I think so”

You began to get sloppy with your movements, chasing the feeling of tipping over the edge.

Your eyes froze shut and your mouth gaped open before Carl caught your lips in a kiss before you could make any more noise. Your vision went white, and you basically saw stars. The orgasm rocked you. Carl helped you ride the whole thing out.

Once it faded away, you plopped down onto the bed once again.

“You’ve never done that before?” Carl asked after you caught your breath.

“Well.. no”

“That’s okay, but why are you laying down, we’re not done.”

A/n!!

Boy am I ready to go to bed. I wish I could sleep for days. But I really enjoyed writing this even though I feel like I didn’t quite give it my all so I’m gonna proofread and edit a bit later. But thank you for the request hope this suffices 🩶 also not apart of kinktober

#carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes fic #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes #carl grimes angst #carl grimes smut #carl grimes x you #carl grimes you #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes imagine

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aurasplanet · 1 month

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GOT IT CYCLOPS? carl grimes x fem!reader

warnings — both are 18+, stupid grimes part 2, e2l?, adopted!rhee!reader, teasing, making out, fingering, jerking off, lovesick once they stop having bitch fights

it went unspoken that you and carl were going to ignore that day in the janitor’s closet. you both were snapped into reality and rescued before things could escalate much further, leaving tension and awkwardness at a high.

and carl couldn’t tell if he liked that or not, on one hand, he’s glad he let everything out and the two of you shared a moment. on the other, you’re really hot when you’re mad.

currently you were ready to chew his ass out, ready to pound his face in for being so stupid. he walked through the streets of alexandria with you hot on his trail, a smirk playing on his lips despite the circumstances.

this was another instance where the adults were trying to put you both together again. they noticed how at peace you seemed after coming home that one day, despite being bombarded by a herd. but after that it was right back to how it was before. and they were determined.

it was mostly rick and daryl, your mom too if she weren’t at the hilltop. you can still remember carl begging you to stay and then acting like he hated your guts again when you caved.

this time the run was nearly successful, though on the way back to your car to load up and leave, carl decided to pick a fight.

carl lifts the trunk with a grunt, tossing in diapers and other things judith needed. you were carrying miscellaneous things negan would want, making your way to the car. you sling your haul into the trunk, turning with a grimace when you hear carl’s snarky laughter.

he points behind you at a trio of walkers headed your way. from the looks of it, it’s only them. but you settle for just your knife anyway. but carl’s hand is on your shoulder before you can make your way to them, they’re about thirty feet away.

“rock paper scissors for ‘em.” he smirks and holds out his fist. you narrow your eyes at him and swat at his hand.

“are you crazy? let’s just deal with them.” you remember him lecturing those kids for playing with the walkers before, now look at him.

carl lifts his hands in the air, “i forgot how afraid you are of losing.” you go to turn to him, ready to spew out the meanest things that came to your head. but he darts ahead of you, killing two of the walkers. the last one is able to get it’s hands on him while he was busying himself with it’s friends. you watch amused as he tackles it to the ground, showing a little struggle as he does so.

you make slow steps to him, watching for a while until the walker’s mouth gets dangerously close to carl’s neck. carl who was still telling you to hold off on killing it. but you ignore him, running over and piercing through it’s eye with your blade in one swift motion.

“i said i fucking had it,” carl huffs as he stands, brushing off his clothes. he looks to you, your sour expression stunning him. “what’s that look for?”

you let out a short laugh and poke the inside of your cheek with your tongue. “you had it? come on, if i wasted thirty more seconds listening to you, i’d have a dead grimes on my hands.”

carl smirks and walks closer to you, placing a hand on your waist, “didn’t know you cared that much, rhee.” you push him away with a dirty look,

“this little cool guy act doesn’t amuse me.” carl sighs and slides his knife back in his belt. “you know what will happen to me if i come back with you bit? i’ll never be trusted again.”

“admit you’d be at least a little sad.” carl’s voice isn’t teasing anymore, it sounds like he genuinely wants you to say it. like he believed you would be so heartless. you just sigh and nod, mumbling a ‘whatever’ and walk to the car. that’s enough for him.

you were still pissed at him for that little stunt, and made it very known. you followed him around all day, making sure to let any strange lookers know that his reckless behavior led him to being babysat all the time.

instead of bickering back he just took it, and even laughed. “what are you laughing at grimes?”

he shrugs, lifting his hat to run a hand through his hair. “i just like riling you up like this.” he smiles at your annoyed expression. “it’s fun!” you roll your eyes and walk past him, parting from him for the first time that day. he looks at where you were just standing, then behind him, running a bit to catch up to you. the approaching footsteps behind you cause you to sigh and cross your arms.

“what happened to babysitting me?”

his voice is still laced with humor, it’s starting to make you mad. “carl.” you whip around, your stern voice startles him, leading him to freeze. you get close to him, so close he can feel your breath on his lips. again, and it drives him crazy.

your composure falls and you adjust yourself on your feet. “carl, i’m not riled up, i’m not just babysitting you. what happened today scared me. you got too cocky with things and almost got yourself killed.”

carl bites his lip nervously, looking into your eyes. he dips his head down, not worrying about the gazes trained on you. “let me make it up to you.”

his lips brush yours and you place your hands on his chest, blocking him from going further. he pouts slightly, tilting his head. “that won’t work this time.”

that night you laid in your dark room, not bothering to turn on the lantern. you were lost in your thoughts, what if you had just let carl be? what if he did get bit? why is he playing it off like it didn’t happen? why is he playing that night off like it didn’t happen?

the last thing has made you snarkier with him. you were pissed he was acting like he hadn’t confessed to you, like he hadn’t kissed you and almost took it to the next base if it weren’t for your little rescue team.

a noise rips you out of your thoughts. it sounded like something small hitting glass. you lift the headphones of your walkman off your head and creep over to your window. on the way you slide your gun off your nightstand, would you realistically need it? nine out of ten times no one could get in the walls, but you’ve learned to never play it too safe.

another noise comes before you can reach the window and you sigh when you see the pebble hit the glass and fall. carl.

you huff and toss your gun onto your bed, rushing to the window and throwing it open. your hands slam on the window seal, a loud smack sound echoing through the night.

“that was a little dramatic.”

“what do you want, grimes?” carl answers you by climbing the tree next to your window. you roll your eyes but stand to the side to allow him entry anyway.

he breathes heavily when he makes it to the top, looking into your room and then at you through the glass. “i can come in?”

you give him a stupid look and lean on your hip, “no, i’ll push you and watch you fall and snap your neck.” you reach out and grab him by the collar to tug him in. “you can be so stupid, grimes.”

“stupid for you.” he attempts to wink but mentally face palms when he realizes that’s definitely not possible at this point. he makes a funny face at himself and you can’t help but smile, his poor attempt at being mr. smooth reminded you of that night.

then your mind drifts to how he’s ignoring it. and you’re back to mad again.

“what do you want?”

carl frowns at your tone, so you’re still mad, got it. “i want to make it up to you. besides the fact, you know, i’m still here and breathing.”

“that’s not the point carl.” you grunt as you sit on your bed, putting your revolver in your nightstand. carl sits next to you, looking at you expectantly for you to continue. a sigh leaves your lips and your head falls to look at your hands instead of him.

“you could have died.” carl opens his mouth to protest, but you’re quicker, placing a hand over his mouth. his shoulders fall dejectedly but he awaits your explanation nonetheless. “you’re being idiotic and careless and just an asshat like you were before.”

your hand slowly falls from his face and he looks at you with a glint of regret in his eye. “i just thought things would change after what you explained and confessed. i didn’t think you’d just act like nothing happened.”

he doesn’t know what to say, so his hand reaches out to grab yours when you smack it. he looks up to see your sad expression wiped away with an angered one. “and if you’d died without acting on whatever the hell that was, believe me grimes, i wouldn’t let you rest easy.” carl smiles at your returned sassy spark, the you that was so fun to toy with.

“okay then, rhee.” he grabs your hand, harsh enough to keep you from pulling away but not enough to hurt you. “catch me doing it again and you can take me out yourself.” you seem satisfied at that, causing carl to laugh at your antics.

“can i finally make it up to you now?” you quirk a brow at him, breath hitching at how close he was getting. “i’ve been wanting to kiss you, but i didn’t want to push anything.” so you do it for him, you close the gap between the two of you with a kiss slower than last time.

you pull away for a second and he chases your lips, leading you both to fall back on the mattress. “if you’re gonna make it up to me, you’re gonna do it right. we’re doing this how i want it. got it, cyclops?” he narrows his eye at you and tilts his head at the nickname, but doesn’t protest against your demands.

you slide your hand through his hair, gripping the tufts near his neck to pull his lips back to yours. he groans against your lips with every tug you make, his hips involuntarily grinding down onto yours.

you guide his right hand up to your waist and his left to your chest. he pulls away, a line of spit connecting your swollen lips. he looks down, finally realizing that all you have on is a sheer tank top and shorts. fitting for summer heat, but the lack of a bra surprises him more than it should.

he swallows thickly and feels his pants get uncomfortably tighter. the hand at your waist tugs your body closer to his while the other makes work on your nipples through your shirt. you can tell he’s inexperienced but so are you, the only thing giving it away is the confused look on his face and how needy he’s acting.

he shuts his eye tightly when you stop his movements and trail your hands down to his pants. you nod your head to the side and carl sits himself against your headboard, watching you intently. he’s breathing heavily again and his right hand comes up to cup your face.

if you were to look up you would see the adoration in his gaze, but your focus is trained on pleasing him instead. your minds are on polar opposite sides. you get his pants down and wrap your hand around him, causing him to suck in a breath through his teeth.

his hand goes to yours before you could even think about going further, “wait.” he pulls you closer to him, placing you on his lap. “i want to make it up to you.” you get the hint when he messily glides you over his cock. he shivers slightly at the contact but holds back as best as he can.

“what happened to this going my way?”

carl lets out a noise between a whine and a groan, “please.” and who are you to deny that?

“i’d like to see the protection you have then.” carl’s head falls back, knocking his hat off. he hadn’t planned things to go this far.

he throws an arm over his face, “where the hell was i supposed to get that?” you pat his cheek as a warning sign,

“don’t get snarky again. i don’t see mini rick and michonne’s running around. i’m sure you could’ve found something.” carl gives you a pointed glare, hinting at you to do the same. “i’m not going in my parent’s room, that’s a one way ticket to busted-town, grimes.”

carl huffs and pushes his sweaty hair away from his face. the comment you had made before about him being pretty, even now, has his face turning slightly pink. “i have an idea.” his hands find their way on your hips, and he looks to you for confirmation before he continues.

he guides you to get on your knees, your cunt hovering right over his dick. he takes two fingers and experimentally runs them through your folds, coating his fingers in your slick. he groans at how wet you are, trying to rack his brain for what to do next.

you giggle at him, watching the gears turn in his head. he smiles softly at you in return, sliding one of his fingers into you. he does his best at trying to keep his composure as he leads your hand to his cock, letting you take the reigns.

he curls his finger, eye searching your face for any hint of pain. your eyes meet his as you run your thumb over his slit, challenging him to keep eye contact. his mouth falls open and his movements are already getting messy. he leans in to kiss you, matching the ferocity from that night in the closet. teeth clashing and moans and heavy breaths mixing.

you feel his thumb on your clit, attempting to rub slow circles but he just can’t hold himself back. his movements echo yours, or what he wants you to give him. instead you’re being too slow for his liking, getting back at him for all his innocent teasing.

but it still gets him close, because he’s starving and it’s you. and he can tell by the way your thighs are shaking that you are too. he parts from your lips just enough to speak, “with me.” he’s so out of it, so breathless and entranced he can barely speak. “please.” you nod, speeding up your movements until his cock is twitching in your hand and making a mess of it and your sheets. though his lap isn’t much better, causing you to bury your head in his neck.

carl couldn’t help but laugh, you’ll never escape his antics if he gets this out of it.

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lunajay33 · 3 months

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Other Half🍂

Summary: Negan got your group in the line up and he tries to come at you but Carl refuses, trying to protect you

•Masterlist•

All we wanted to do was get Maggie to hilltop but Negan and the saviours had others plans now here we all were in a line up being terrorized by them, I was sat in between Maggie and Abraham too far from Carl and it scared me not being close to him right now

“Now I gotta kill one of you for all of my men you killed, but which one?” Negan said then he started going around the group swinging the bat in our faces

My heart was beating out of my chest it was almost the only thing I could hear, as Negan stopped infront of Abraham

“Nobody moves, nobody screams, you can cry hell you’re gonna be doing alot of that” the bat came down hard and fast and he didn’t let up he kept going the blood splattering all over me until I was red and covered in blood

He was laughing Negan was actually laughing at what he just did, I was in shock realizing how far he could go, who was next? What if he hurt Carl by mind was racing until I felt a push on my chest

Negan was kneeled infront of me pushing his bat into my chest, I zoned back in trying to pay attention

“What too much blood sweetheart?” He asked laughing

I just looked at him terror coursing through me

“You know your a young little thing, what a terrible thing to experience at so young” he said laughing

“DONT TOUCH HER” I heard Carl yell, his voice filled with anger

“Ooooohoho does little Grimes here have a girl? This your girl son?” Negan asked waving his bat at me again

“Just leave her alone, she’s done nothing wrong” he said looking at me so scared as I looked at him worried that the same thing was gonna happen to him as it did to Abraham

“Oh I won’t touch her, pretty thing like her would be a waste to kill, you can still have your fun with her, go on you can sit with her” he said as he laughed as Carl crawled over holding me to his chest, using his sleeve of his shirt to wipe the blood off my face

“We will be okay, I love you” he whispered to me as I heard his voice tremble

“I love you too Carl”

#twd fanfiction #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes fic #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes fanfiction #twd carl #carl grimes #twd fic #carl grimes x you

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laangdonn · 5 months

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not anymore

summary: the aftermath of glenn and abraham leaves carl and y/n’s relationship in shambles.

pairing: carl grimes x female reader

a/n: first carl grimes post yayy, i love him so much and in my mind he lives on.

*read part 2 here*

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the house was quiet minus the occasional sniffle from carl and i. he was sat with his head in his hands on the leather sofa, his fingers lightly gripping his brown curls. i watched him carefully through blurry vision from behind the kitchen counter, supporting myself with my hands on the cold marble.

it was dark, the moon and a single saucer light in the kitchen shining as light.

it was so fucking quiet but my head had never been louder.

“so what are you saying?” i whispered, carefully watching my words.

he lifted his eyes for a moment until he brought his head back into his palms. he refused eye contact. “i don’t know what i’m saying.”

“you don’t love me anymore?” every word i spoke sent my stomach falling into my feet.

he didn’t answer. i didn’t know if that made it better or worse.

“jesus, carl, answer me-“

“i still love you,” he finally responded, his hand rubbing his face in stress. “of course i still love you.”

“then what’s wrong?” i pressed, a sudden urgency filling my veins. “why are we even having this conversation? why did you come home and suddenly act as if we’ve been fighting for weeks-“

“cause we have been, y/n!” his voice picked up now, throwing his hands in the air and standing up. he still hadn’t looked at me. “we have been fighting for weeks! we cant even look at each other without fighting! ever since glenn-“

“stop.” i cut him off, feeling my chest clench. “this wasn’t them, it wasn’t.”

but it was, and i knew it. the aftermath of glenn and abraham put a strain on the whole group, especially me and carl. we came home that morning, stumbling out of the RV and hadn’t been the same since. every time i looked at carl, all i saw were the tears streaming down his face and the reflection of glenn’s bloody skull in his eyes. i saw the black line drawn on carl’s left arm, and the axe raised in the air.

i looked at carl and i saw death.

i knew he felt the same.

“that day…” he started, taking a breath. “that day i had no other wish but to die. to keep you safe if that’s what it took. i couldn’t protect you from him and i don’t know if i can even try. i put you in danger by loving you.”

i shuddered a breath as the tears began to

clog my throat.

“that’s why i can’t love you, y/n. not anymore.”

“you act like that’s a choice you can make.” i choked out, a feeling of anger pushing forward. anger at the way he thought he could fool anyone who knew him.

“i can try.”

“BULLSHIT!” i snapped, slamming my hand against the cold counter and feeling it sting.

he buried his face in his hands and i could see his shoulders shaking. i felt my heart break then, knowing i wouldn’t be able to change his mind.

a sob broke its way through my throat, wet and rough, and i instantly regretted it because carl looked straight at my eyes and i felt myself sink deeper into the ground.

“don’t do this, carl…” i whispered, looking into his crystal blue eyes, a raging ocean encased in this beautiful human who i’d have to let go. i shook my head at him slowly.

“i’m going to get you killed,”

“then let me be killed knowing you loved me! isn’t that the best we can do?!”

“the best i can do is keep you alive.” he countered strongly. his voice was no longer broken or shaken, but determined.

i realized in that moment nothing could be done to change his mind, it had already been made up. carl was stubborn, too stubborn for his own good and he’d never be swayed by anyone, even me.

no words were spoken between us as we stared at the floor, drowning in the absence of each other. all i wanted in that moment was to touch him, to feel him under my skin and prove to me that he’s still real and he’s still here after everything that had happened. but he was taking that away from me and ripping my heart out along with it.

he inhaled a sharp breath, rubbing his hand on his face once more before he said, “it’d be best if you went to carol’s tonight.”

i swallowed harshly, nodding. at least he was right about one thing.

too tired to argue further, i walked past him and to the front door. he kept his head bowed, not looking at me. i could sense the tension as i barely grazed his shoulder, walking so fast i barely registered the soft material of his flannel on my skin. i paused in front of the door, gripping the handle and hoping he’d call out my name and beg me to stay.

but he didn’t. and i turned around to see his eyes were still trained on the floor, back turned. i felt the cold air envelop me and i slammed the door shut, reverberating and practically shaking the house. i sucked in a breath and pushed forward to the blue house a few doors down.

i knocked wearily, feeling my knees begin to wobble as the effects of what had just transpired hit me. suddenly i was a mess on the porch, breathing erratically as i tried to process what just happened. but, when i saw carols face when she opened the door, concerned at my state of being, i lost it.

she carried me into the house and let me sob my way through the story. she held me while i cried and laid me down once i had fallen asleep in her grasp, eyes crusted shut with tried tears, cheeks red, and lips swollen.

i dreamt that night of glenn.

———

in the morning i woke to the smell of toast and eggs. my stomach growled harshly and i realized i hadn’t eaten since yesterday afternoon.

i gripped the banister on my way downstairs, being created with carol’s sympathetic smile. i sat down on the island counter as she pushed a plate of breakfast in front of me.

“i’m leaving for hilltop today.” i announced suddenly. her back was turned to me but i could sense the blank stare that must’ve washed over her. the sizzle of the pan of eggs on the stove top was the only sound heard for a moment.

then, she continued tussling the eggs in the pan, continuing on as if i hadn’t said anything. “it’s dangerous.”

“maggie needs me.” i answered simply.

“she’d feel much better if you stayed here. safe, with rick.”

i took a small bite of my toast, “she knows i can take care of myself. i should’ve gone with her and sasha right after…” i let my voice drift on, knowing i didn’t have to be specific. “i need to do this for her. for me. i cant stay here, carol, i can’t. not anymore.”

carol turned around at that, pouring her own eggs onto a plate. “well, i’m not going to stop you.” she said, taking a bite, “but i don’t think you should go alone.”

“i don’t need a babysitter,” i mumbled, beginning to lose my appetite. “im going by myself and that’s final.”

———

i opened the front door to the grimes’ home we shared cautiously. i anticipated to see carl in the front room with judith, as he always was, but to my surprise it was rick instead.

he was sat on the couch while judith babbled and played on the floor. his eyes were tired and lost, his face sunken with grief. he turned to look at me walking in and gave me the same, sympathetic smile i had gotten from carol.

i stood awkwardly in front of the door, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“he told you didn’t he.” i mumbled, not even being able to bring myself to say his name.

“no,” his voice was rough as he spoke, “i heard him last night crying in his room, after you’d left. and i knew.”

i felt my heart clench and my nose begin to sting. i nodded slowly, knowing i wouldn’t be able to choke out words i so desperately wanted to say.

“im going to hilltop today. only carol knows. i came to grab my stuff.”

his eyebrows furrowed at me and once i saw the disapproving look i spoke fast.

“i can make it there.” i promised, “we need each other.”

rick knew exactly who i was referring to and suddenly the look of disapproval vanished from his face. he nodded at me slowly, accepting the fact that this battle would be one he lost in trying to keep me here. he turned to judith and i took that as my cue to head upstairs.

“carl is at the armory, but he should be back soon,” i heard rick say, “i suggest you leave before he gets back, for both of your sakes.”

i didn’t answer, only continued up the steps. i didn’t want to see carl because i knew if he begged me to stay i would. it hurts knowing i perhaps don’t have that same control over him.

pushing open his door and revealing his room, our room was harder than i had imagined. i wanted to be out quickly, without hassle. i went through drawers, grabbing my things, stuffing them into the two duffel bags i had underneath our bed.

my heart dropped when i heard the front door open and close. i hadn’t been quick enough.

“where is she?” i heard his voice from downstairs and it motivated me to work quicker.

i managed to close the zipper on the second duffle bag but when i turned to the door i almost fainted. carl stood there with his arms hanging limp at his side, a blank stare on his face as he watched me pack my life away.

we stood facing each other for a long time. i stressed another fight, perhaps a bigger blowout than the last, but i looked into his sad, tired eyes and realized there wouldn’t be any fighting between us.

“how did you know i was here,” i mumbled.

“i went to carol’s looking for you. she told me you were leaving for hilltop.” his face scrunched up in disgust at his own words, as if just the thought of me leaving left a sour taste in his mouth.

“i am.” i said, voice feeble in an attempt to remain confident.

he shook his head slowly as tears began to rise up in his eyes. “don’t, y/n.”

“why not?” i pushed, crossing my arms over my chest. “why wouldn’t i leave? what’s left for me here?”

he didn’t answer.

“you let me go last night.” i stabilized my voice a bit, straightening my back to make myself look stronger as i spoke the words. “you can let me go again.”

“is that what this is?” he questioned, “is this reckless stupidity to punish me for last night?”

i scoffed, rolling his eyes at his narcissism. “no,” i chuckled in disbelief.

“then why? because this is the first time i’ve heard about this from you. not once have you said you’ve wanted to go to hilltop.”

“why wouldn’t i go?” i asked rhetorically, “maggie’s there and i want to help her. i feel so… so useless here! like, nothing is going right in this godforsaken place and last night was the last thing i needed to set me off.”

his face suddenly paled, his eyes softening. words were stuck on the edge of his tongue and i could see in his expression he contemplated letting them spill over. “i wanted to talk about last night.”

i turned around at that, beginning to rustle with my bag to occupy my hands. to do something other than hear him talk. especially about last night.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to hurt you, you have no idea how hard it was for me, letting you go like that.”

i scoffed again, “you don’t even have a clue how i feel, carl, so don’t even try to sympathize with me.”

“i-“

“save it.” i spat, anger beginning to rise up my veins at the idea that he was about to pity me. “nothing you can say, nothing you think you can do to make it okay won’t keep me from-“

a loud bang on the front door shook me from finishing my sentence, both our eyes widening as carl ran out of the room and to the stairs.

“anyone home?” a booming voice spoke. i knew that voice.

carl, eyes still wide, turned to me in shock. i stood frozen, my hand still clutching the strap of my duffel bag filled with things.

“aww, you are a cutie-pie aren’t you! where’s your mommy, huh?”

at that, my blood ran cold.

judith was downstairs, by herself, with him.

without another moment of hesitation, carl was booking it down the stairs. i closely followed; forgetting our fued and any other reason why i would be angry in the first place. judith came first.

when i got to the bottom of the stairs carl was already in a staring match with negan as he held judith in his burly arms. the sight almost made me vomit. if he was capable of all he did that night, what was stopping him from harming a baby?

“well would you look what we have here,” he smiled his wicked smile. “i remember you,” he said, pointing at me.

“give me the baby,” carl demanded, his eye narrow. i wouldn’t have wanted to be on the receiving end of his glare.

negan chuckled, “and why would i do that? she’s so precious, i don’t think i’ll ever let her go.”

i felt my eyes sting when he lifted her up higher, examining her small, angelic face with devil eyes.

“i’m not asking,” carl said confidently, his voice didn’t shake or tremble. surprisingly, he was calmer than me, and it was his sister. he kept his eyes trained on negan, never once allowing him to leave his hard gaze. “give her to me.”

negan looked between the two of us before letting out a large gasp, his eyes widening, “no fucking shit, pardon my french but, aren’t you two a little young…”

my cheeks flushed once i realized what he was implying. i slowly shook my head, staring at carl out of the corner of my eye. his eye narrowed further.

“that’s my sister.” he spat.

“this is rick’s baby girl?” negan bounced judith in his arms again, eliciting a small giggle from her. “wow! now it’s a grimes’ party!”

he eyed me up and down, “sweetheart,” he beckoned me to take the baby, and without question i stepped up, carefully taking her out of his grasp and into the safety of my arms. i let out a sigh of relief, smoothing her golden hair back.

i backed up to carl’s side again, keeping my arms strongly around judith’s small body. she twirled a strand of my brown hair around her stubby finger, giggling again.

ever so slightly, carl stepped in front of me, shielding judith and i from whatever this man could do.

“so, where’s rick?” negan asked as he began trodding around the room, picking up trinkets left in the house by the previous owners.

“not here,” carl answered stiffly. out of the corner of my eye, i saw his hand lightly graze over the top of his jeans. my heart pounded a little faster.

negan sighed disappointedly, “well, im gonna go look for him! in the meantime, a few of my men will be by here to collect half your shit for me to take! kapeesh?”

he walked over to me and patted judith’s back, getting sickenly close. i held my breath, attempting to shield my fear. “i’ll be back for you, sweetheart.”

a chill ran down my spine when judith giggled at the man’s words. it felt like i was holding that breath in all the way until the front door closed and i could breathe again.

suddenly, carl gripped my shoulders and forced me to face him. “take judith upstairs and stay there.”

boots crunching against gravel outside made my stomach drop, the sound getting closer as each second passed. i shook my head violently. “i’m not leaving you down here by yourself.”

“i’ll be fine, go upstairs. now!” he pushed me in the direction of the stairs, judith cooing. i suddenly felt the urge to tell him i loved him, to hold him and make sure he’s safe. i never wanted to leave his side.

i had barely made it up the stairs and out of sight by the time the men had opened the door and i heard carl already start with the spiteful comments. he’s gonna get himself killed.

i placed judith in her crib, cooing to her softly to make sure she was settled. i locked her door from the inside, stuffing the key in my back jean pocket and headed for the stairs. i peeked through the railings, watching carl argue with one of negan’s men while the other ransacked the kitchen.

“you said half!” carl growled, watching the men stuff cabinet after cabinet of food into a large bag.

“we’ll take as much as we want.” one of the men replied, his tone snark and condescending.

my eyes bulged when i saw carl turn around and raise his gun to the man in the kitchen. he cocked it, his finger edging the trigger. “put it back.”

at this, i ran downstairs to carl’s side, just in time for the man behind him to cock his gun, right at my head.

carl’s head turned, his face pale when he saw the cold metal pressed up against my head, and the man’s strong arm around my torso.

“put the gun down, kid.” the man with the gun to me demanded. carl didn’t budge.

“carl…” i whispered carefully, my heart thumping in my ears loud enough to the point where i could barely hear myself talk aloud. “put it down…”

he stood there for a moment, his hand holding the gun beginning to shake as his pupil turned into a devilish slit to the man threatening my life. after what felt like hours, he finally lowered the gun, and i let out a sigh of relief when the metal left my hair.

we watched in distraught as they picked apart every inch of our home. luckily, we were able to keep him from going upstairs, and they left without another word to either of us. as the front door slammed shut i was pulled harshly into carl’s arms, his whole body shaking in rage.

his grip was tight and constricting, as if the anger was flowing into the hug. i could barely get a breath out, and i felt him shakily let out a few of his own into my ear, his chin digging into the crevice between my neck and my shoulder.

i could feel his rage. it coursed through him like the blood in his veins. his brain pumped more thoughts of negan, his saviors, their wrath, and i felt him slip into his emotions.

“i love you,” he whispered, his voice harsh, embrace still solid.

a tear dropped onto the warm skin of my shoulder, and by then i knew, everything he had said to me last night was nothing but a mistake.

i nodded against him, “i know.”

———

the rest of the day he didn’t let go of me, refused to. we laid in bed and i realized he was still thinking of this mornings’ events.

rick had come back an hour after the saviors left and panicked, asking about judith and if we were okay. he saw carl practically in tears from anger on the couch and me coddling his fragile ego.

he told us to stay in the house the rest of the day, and he’d be back to salvage whatever food he could find for dinner after our kitchen became nothing but a hollow, empty shell.

laying on carl’s chest, i drew patterns onto the grey of his shirt. we laid in silence, comfortable yet uncomfortable silence, until he broke it.

“today,” he started, his voice low, “when he had his gun up to your head, i realized something.”

i lifted my head slightly to look at him, his eye trained on the wall in front of us.

“you were about to die without me saying i love you today.” he sucked in a sharp breath, “and- and i realized i couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”

he finally looked down to me, his eye glazed over, staring at my with a heartbreakingly beautiful gaze that told me everything i needed to know.

“carl-“

“if you still want to go to hilltop i wont stop you.” he continued, cutting me off, “but if they come there-“ his voice hitched, his chest tightening under me. “remember that even after what i said, i cant ever stop loving you, y/n.”

the tears that had been building in my eyes finally spilled over. i realized the extent of what we were all going through, what our reality is. that we don’t know if today is promised, more so than before we met the saviors. that humans are far more dangerous than any walker we’d ever come across.

we were all living on borrowed time, and at some point, we’d have to return it.

i buried my head in his warm chest and sobbed. sobbed for glenn, for abraham, for maggie, for judith, for me, for carl, for us together. i sobbed for what we’d never have again as far as it seemed.

safety.

“what are we gonna do,” the words tumbled out of my mouth deliriously, through snot and sobs.

he didn’t answer, but carl’s grip around me tightening, and the way his chest stuttered, answered for him when his throat had nothing to offer.

but then he spoke. low and menacing. he acquired a sort of vendetta he didn’t have the night prior. he wasn’t about to let me go for them. not anymore.

“we’re gonna make them pay.”

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ysoandi · 2 years

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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.

#incorrect quotes #incorrect twd quotes #the walking dead headcanons #thewalkingdead #twd #twd incorrect quotes #y/n #reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes x oc #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes #carl grimes headcanon #oc #original female character #twd headcannons

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zoesmp4 · 26 days

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NERVOUS “you’ve got me nervous to speak.” carl grimes x fem!reader

tags: angst to fluff, use of y/n, cussing

a/n: back from the dead!! sorta based on nervous by the nbhd, and there’s also a little tsitp steven and taylor action that i used for inspiration. lyrics r in bold + italics or in between paras. enjoy lovelies!!

the bond between you and carl was truly inseparable. you two had been through it all together, and never once had either of you thought about ending it all.

that was until now.

god, you don’t know how you found yourself in this situation. he’s just a friend. he’s always been just a friend. that’s what you believed, and that’s what you always told people.

so how come, all of a sudden, he started becoming more than that? how come, out of the blue, you started getting butterflies at his gaze? it was an unfamiliar feeling, and you didn’t like it. you didn’t like it at all.

you didn’t wanna do anything to jeopardize your beloved friendship, especially over something so dumb. you weren’t gonna lose everything all because of a stupid crush. so, after ages of decision making, you finally set your mind on a reasonable solution.

should i be quiet?

you were just gonna take some time to yourself. you were gonna stop talking to him for a bit. that’s all you needed, just some space. it couldn’t be that hard to lose feelings. besides, he would understand, right?

he in fact did not understand. “wanna come over? i just finished reading that comic you wanted.” he said, a grin plastered onto his face. “not today.” you quickly shut him down, and you could see the happiness on his face slowly fade away.

“oh, that’s fine. tomorrow?” you felt so bad. you really did wanna hang out with him, but you had to push away these feelings first. “i just need some time to myself for a while.”

your felt your heart pang when you looked at his expression. he gave you a slight smile, attempting to mask his disappointment. but you knew him. you knew him well enough to know he was upset. “yeah, i get it. i’ll see you later y/n.” he said, walking away. all of the energy he had when he approached you was long gone now.

it had been days, weeks even. you hadn’t uttered a word to him. so why wasn’t it working? why did you still long for him? it was so frustrating.

not to mention, you were a mess. you would often find yourself with your head buried deep within your pillow, sniffling as tears flowed down your cheeks. on top of that, you weren’t getting enough sleep. you just missed carl.

you figured the best thing you could do for yourself was to just get some fresh air. after all, it was no use trying to fix stuff with carl, you already fucked it all up.

you took in the breeze, as you fiddled with your fingers. if it was a normal day, you would’ve been happy. you loved the cold, but today it was different. today, it made you feel numb. it made everything worse.

you tried getting it off your mind. you tried to think about other things, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the look he had on his face the last time you talked to him. his smile was wiped clean off his face, and it was all your fault.

you started to feel your eyes prick with tears. a single drop slowly traveled down your face, and you quickly wiped it off with your sleeve.

you just wanted to cry, but you weren’t gonna let yourself do it out in the public. after all, once you started crying, you weren’t gonna stop. so, you turned around and picked up the pace. you were headed back home, where you could be vulnerable.

your head was faced down, trying to hide your glassy eyes from anyone who could potentially see. “y/n?” you hear someone call out to you. the voice sounded familiar, and you instantly knew who it was without even lifting your head in the slightest.

it was carl. you had to get away. just pretend you didn’t hear him, you thought to yourself. your footsteps quickened, until you heard his pleading voice once again.

“just talk to me. please. is it something i said? i’m sorry for whatever i did.”

“you didn’t do anything. it’s me. it’s all my fucking fault because my stupid self caught feelings for her best friend.” you wanted to say, but you restrained yourself.

you finally came to a stop, turning around to face him. as soon as you met his gaze, you wanted to cry the hardest you’d ever cried before.

he slowly stepped closer to you until his taller figure was in close in front of you. “can you please talk to me? you know i won’t get mad. you know i’m listening. so please, just please tell me what’s been bothering you.” he begged, his eyes softening.

you let out a sigh, still sniffling. “it’s not your fault carl.” you said, your voice barely audible. “then what is it?” he said, keeping his voice at the same, calm volume.

“i-i like you, and it’s really embarrassing.” you confess. you instantly regret your choice of words when you see a frown start to appear on his face. “i don’t know what i was expecting, but that was really fucking mean.” he says, about to walk away.

“no, carl. it’s embarrassing because of how much i like you.” there it is. that’s what you’ve been holding in. it felt weird hearing the words coming out of your mouth. “how is that embarrassing?” he questioned, the tender look started to come back on his face.

ask me and ill tell you how i’ve been

“i- it’s like i forgot how to act around you. i’m always scared i’m gonna mess up. you’ve got me nervous to speak.”

that was the last thing you managed to get out before he pulled you into his chest for a tight hug. the dam holding your tears back broke.

the wetness stained his shirt, but he didn’t care. he rubbed your back with his arm, soothing you. you missed his embrace, the feeling you would get when you were in his arms felt heavenly.

after a few more seconds of the hug, carl shifted his hands to your shoulders. he softly pushed you back a little bit to get a look at your face.

he reached for your face to wipe any tears. “m’ sorry for ignoring you.” you said, voice soft and quiet. he shook his head, giving you a gentle smile.

“you’re okay sweet girl, don’t worry about it.” he said. “i-it’s not okay. i ignored you for so long, i just cut you off like that. without a single warning. it was so inconsiderate and i’m really sor-”

hush, baby, don’t you say another word

“you never shut up do you?” he said, cutting you off mid sentence before he crashed his lips onto yours. your eyes widened, and your movements froze before you slowly adjusted to the kiss. your eyes fluttered closed before you hesitantly tilted your head to get closer.

this was a new experience for the both of you, but it felt like he had years of practice. the way his hands made their way around your body, it sent shivers down your spine.

after what seemed like an eternity, you both pulled away. the sounds of your mixed heavy breaths filled the air. carl’s hand reached for your face before he wiped your slightly smudged chapstick.

he then tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. the gesture made the butterflies in your stomach act up more than they ever had in your life.

i got goosebumps all over me

“next time, just let me know what’s on your mind, yeah?” he asks. “okay.” you say, looking at him with pure admiration. “that’s my girl.”

#carl grimes #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #the walking dead #carl grimes x fem!reader #twd #twd x reader #carl grimes angst #carl grimes fluff #carl grimes oneshot #twd oneshot #the walking dead oneshot #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes smut #twd imagine #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead x reader #chandler riggs

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baddiecarl · 9 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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CARL GRIMES X FEM!READER

☆ SUMMARY - carl decides to go through with this weeks saturday sleepover. so far, he's been able to control himself. until, that is, he hears you whimper his name in your sleep.

☆ WARNINGS - smut, slight angst, somnophilia, thigh riding (kinda), fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, wet dreams, sex dreams, innocence kink, corruption kink, dom!carl, sub!reader, noncon, heavy manipulation, use of y/n, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

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"you sure you don't wanna come?" rick questioned as he took a box from his son, landing it inside the back of the truck. "we could use the help."

carl watched his dad place a hand on his hip before shaking his head, hand on his hat. "no, i promised y/n i'd stay over. can't miss saturday sleepover can i?" he'd laughed yet he knew he wouldn't wish to miss it for the world, either. rick gave him a look, lips slightly perking up as if he knew something. "what?"

rick wasn't born yesterday either. he was well aware what it was like to have a silly crush, especially at that age. but this... this was much different. "nothin'" before packing in the last box. "you be good, alright? don't ruin the house while glenn and maggie are gone."

the two were going on the supply run with him, along with many more of the fighters. "bye, dad." watching him get into the rusted car.

and so, the day went on.

by the time lunch rolled around, carl still hadn't seen you. however, he wasn't entirely alone. he soon found ron who decided to help him look for you. in return, you'd also be looking for his also missing girlfriend, enid.

"they're always running off." ron muttered under his breath. he knew enid was close with you, possibly your best friend had carl not been thrown into the mix. enid was always running off with you, slinging you around by the arm. "hey, what's the deal with you two anyway?" carl's head peeked up, brows knitting together. "is she like your girlfriend or something?"

his mind moved like puzzle pieces. girlfriend. carl had never had a girlfriend before but he was pretty sure you had to kiss and all that to actually be in a relationship. then again, you don't touch yourself with your 'friend's panties sitting on your dick. he cleared his throat. "no... no we're not together."

saying you were his friend didn't seem all too right but saying you weren't his girlfriend didn't seem right either. you were something.

but ron didn't look convinced, rolling his eyes with his brows raising slightly. "whatever, dude." was it really all that obvious to everyone aside from you? carl thought that if there was a competition on the most oblivious person alive, you'd win.

but perhaps that was the easier option. would he have preferred you to know? everything seemed so easy with the fact that you were so oblivious. it was like a reminder that he could do anything he wanted right under your nose.

"finally." hearing the mutter from ron, carl looked up. this was when he was met with the sight of you, as pretty as ever, sat next to enid on a bench near the town's pond.

carl could barely look at you. the way you sat with your legs folded, smiling away innocently, completely unaware of what he'd done last night. you wore a pretty skirt, enough to slightly hike up your legs, giving carl a view of the pretty plush of your thighs.

he could only imagine digging his hands around the plush, holding it and kneeding the skin. he could only imagine grasping your thighs, holding them close while he rammed his di―

"there you guys are!" ron exclaimed causing carl to shake his head, ridding himself of the thoughts he'd been having. "carl and i were looking all over for you." he had this voice he used when he spoke to girls, one that carl could guarantee was not the voice he used with him.

enid only rolled her eyes. the sight of her boyfriend and carl was enough to have her smile drop. "well, we weren't looking for you." she mumbled. some may say she didn't like anyone aside from you, not even her own boyfriend. carl didn't think there was much of a point of being with someone that you didn't even like. "hence the getaway pond."

ron must have thought she was joking because he came up to pinch her side and kiss her cheek. the sight alone had carl's stomach turning.

however, the sweet sound of your lulling voice was enough to bring him back. "hi, carl." you beamed at him, smile as wide as ever. he hadn't even registered you moving from the bench to his side. all he remembered was the feeling of you snaking in next to him, your body so close. suddenly, he felt so dirty. "we were feeding the ducks." smiling like a child on christmas. you always smiled like that, like you had a thousand things to be smiling about. it always made carl wonder if you were truly made for this world at all.

when he was around you, he was fighting off his own smile. yours was so contagious. the way his lips curved upwards told you he was happy for you, he always was. "that's great ba― y/n." correcting himself as his expression faltered, smile wavering.

he watched as your entire face fell.

he was unable to bring himself to call you those cute names. baby, sweetheart, like an old couple who'd spent their entire lives together. he couldn't bring himself to say such things after he imagined himself fucking you just the night before. it didn't seem right, not when you were so oblivious to the dirtiness behind his words.

the smile wiped clean from your face, carl was sure you could have cried.

you reminded him somewhat of a kicked puppy.

he'd been the one to kick you.

he never called you y/n, unless speaking to someone else like his father or even ron. this was because they'd hardly understand who you were if he was referring to you as sweetheart.

the point was, he only used your name if it was wholeheartedly necessary.

you wondered what'd changed.

your mind ran back to the night before. when he'd entered your house, looking awfully suspicious and at the sight of you, he practically rushed out the door. had you done something wrong? your heart ached at the idea that you may have upset him. a heart of gold, some people said you had. carl had to beg to differ. the look on your face explained all he needed to know, a heart of mere paper.

he regretted it the moment he said it.

he knew how you got, how all up in your head you could be. he could only imagine how you'd be for the rest of the day, going over every interaction you've ever had with the boy and wondering where everything went wrong, where you messed up.

the moment your name slipped from his lips, he thought it may have been better to call you anything else in the entire world. even if it was laced with the dirty undertone.

he felt your body move slightly away from his, eyes cast down on the ground to avoid any glances. "'m gonna go see aaron." you announced, rather loudly too.

"okay." enid responded, her eyes glancing you over before turning to carl, a slight glare, if you will. she didn't particularly like carl, though carl hadn't the foggiest idea why. perhaps it was because she was so protective of you. carl had to roll his eyes, if anyone knew what was good for you, it was him. "don't stay out too late."

you didn't respond, grasping your bag that sat at the bench before turning onto the footpath.

carl had to purse his lips. "wrong way." he said, just loud enough for you to hear.

with slightly wide eyes, you realised he was right. spinning around on your heel, you began walking left instead of right. "thanks." you mumbled under your breath before continuing your walk to one of your favourite people in the entirety of alexandria.

back at the pond, carl was cursing himself under his breath before turning around to find two accusing pair of eyes sat on the bench. one pair belonged to enid, the other to ron. "what did you do?" was enid's accusing tone, her face hard as stone. carl was on the receiving end of this look very often, he didn't fear it... well, he feared it a little but not as much as before... okay he feared it.

"what do you mean what did i do?" he instantly fell to defending himself. despite the fact that he knew he was the reason for your declining mood. "i didn't do anything."

whether it was to intimidate carl or that she smelled the sort of fish smell of ron that carl had smelt earlier, she perked up on the bench, loosening her boyfriend's arm across her shoulder. "she looks like a deflated balloon." she argued.

"yeah." ron nodded his head. carl couldn't stop the glare he sent his way, what did he know. "everyone knows aaron's like her very own guidance councillor, his boyfriend too." he shrugged his shoulders. "whatever you did, i'd say fix it quick."

the brunette boy only glared at the couple. "thanks guys, for that enlightening advice. but i don't need it, okay? i didn't do anything."

on the contrary, he was well aware that it was his fault. he needed to fix it and he needed to fix it fast but he didn't need enid and ron whispering in his ears. nobody knew you like carl, they didn't know what they were talking about. they hadn't seen you crying over some stupid movie you watched. they didn't see you smiling the way he did, they didn't take notice like him.

they'd never understand what it was like to know you. only carl would. and he'd make sure of that.

the sun was setting by the time carl had made it to your house. you'd opened the door, taking him in with your eyes before allowing him inside. maggie and glenn were on the run so the two of you headed straight towards the bedroom where'd you'd begin the movie night. however, carl was more focused on the fact that you'd spoken barely four words to him tonight rather than which disney movie you'd force him to watch this time.

he knew you were in your head but you wouldn't utter the words because what were you meant to say? hey carl, why didn't you call me baby? something so simple had ruined your entire day.

however, carl couldn't keep it in anymore. "are you okay?" he blurted out after many moments of silence as he sat atop your pink bed sheets.

you, at the foot of the bed pursed your lips. you pressed play on the movie and allowed the credits to begin. you weren't the type of person to insist that you were fine if you weren't. carl liked that about you, he never had to guess. "are you mad at me?" voice meek, like a childs.

the realisation hit carl that despite what he was feeling for you, he'd have to push it down in order to continue your friendship. at least, he couldn't take it out on you. "'course not, baby, c'mere."

the name fell from his lips like sweet relief.

it suddenly occurred to the boy that you needed him. desperately so. something as simple as calling you by your first name had thrown off your entire day. carl should have been worried, concerned even. instead, his heart fluttered a little.

you truly did rely on him.

with a sigh of relief, you found yourself crawling up to the boy. today had been so long with you being in your own head so when you felt the feeling of his hands sneak around your waist, it was like coming home after a long day at work.

you couldn't see his face but if you could, you'd see the sheer nervousness on his face. he needed to control himself but he wasn't sure how that was possible while you cuddled up against him beneath your bed sheets, clad in your pretty pale blue shorts and your white spaghetti strap top.

your knee was bent, extending over the top of his legs. there was a sharp intake of breath as your knee gently bumped against the prominent bulge in his shorts. you hadn't noticed, he knew you hadn't noticed and to make sure you wouldn't notice, he reached over to switch off the light, clearing his throat. "so, uh, what are we watching?"

"the princess frog." you answered, turning your head up to look at his face as he groaned.

a look of displeasment was evident on his face. "it's so boring!" he practically gushed.

offence hit you like a truck. "excuse me!" you battled. "i'd like to see you opening up your own restaurant all by yourself." even carl had to admit, you got him there.

carl never understood why you picked movies that you fell asleep so early during.

he heard your soft snores and your gentle breath hit the crook of his neck within the first half hour of the movie. though he couldn't blame you. truthfully, he could only blame himself in how he had your head messed up, practically knocked off your shoulders for the entire day.

it took until almost a full hour into the movie for you to stur.

at first, carl thought he'd misheard it. a little noise falling from your lips. then, he heard it again.

he held his breath as he heard the whimper leave your lips.

then, he felt it.

the gentle roll of your hips against his thigh had him practically seeing stars. the boy glanced to the tv hoping for some kind of a distraction from his obvious hard on. he couldn't wake you up, not because he actually couldn't. but because he wasn't too sure if he wanted to.

admitting it sounded like nails on a chalkboard but he'd be lying if he said he did want to. the little whimper you let out, sleepily and lowly albeit, into his ear was enough for him to almost completely loose his control.

it was like he was dreaming, it was everything he'd dreamed of, especially the night before.

you sounded even better than he'd thought.

he shouldn't have laid so still. you weren't aware of the way your hips bucked onto his leg, a little whine stretching from your lips. he reminded himself that you were too busy sleeping to understand what was going on. he couldn't engage with you, that'd be wrong.

so... wrong.

then he'd swore he heard it. "carl." a mumble in your sleep, enough for him to not know whether or not you were actually sleeping. he took a glance at your face, eyes screwed shut.

he was imagining things, he had to have been.

you soon rolled over, leaving him laying very stiffly as he tried to wrap his head around what was happening.

you were having a wet dream, obviously. that'd never happened before, at least not while cuddled up against carl. but he could have swore he heard you say his name. he shook his head, knowing he was wrong, he was so caught up in what had happened the night before that he was imagining you breathe his name.

then, he heard it again.

this time it was more stretched out into a whine. due to the movie on in the background, he could vaguely make out the way your cunt rutted onto nothingness, the mattress maybe but it wasn't enough to cause any real friction.

his mind stirred. if you really were having a dream about him, surely it was only his duty to... help?

but it was dirty, downright perverted.

but your noises were growing needier, obviously the bed wasn't enough for you to create real friction from. he had to help you. "poor girl, can't even get herself off." he mumbled under his breath, not enough to wake you up.

if he were to touch you, it wouldn't be for him. no, he was doing this for you.

he knew you well enough to know you wouldn't wake. on the contrary, you'd sleep through an asteroid should it hit your home.

he reached his hand down beneath the covers, holding his breath. he was helping you, he reminded himself, helping you. this was for you, making sure you felt good as your dream continued. your dream of him.

suddenly, he wasn't the all too dirty one. perhaps you were.

his fingers gently felt the core of your shorts, taking an intake of breath upon feeling just how wet you were. it practically seeped onto his fingers, it was a wonder if his sweatpants didn't have a wet stain on them from how you'd been rolling your hips against them.

he breathed in, gently massaging the area you needed him the most, you all but moaned into the pillow, eyes screwed shut.

carl had dreamed of this moment for as long as he lived, he wasn't ready to give it up just yet.

the way your hips jutted into his hand, creating all the friction you needed and you whimpered again, still stuck in slumber, had carl's confidence through the roof.

it was as if saying his name, he realised you wanted it just as much as he did.

how he ended beneath the covers, he wasn't too sure. perhaps it was the newfound confidence he'd gained.

he'd spent too long dreaming of this moment to stop now. he breathed as shallow as a man could before his fingers travelled back to your shorts, gently pulling them away from your aching cunt. that was when he realised you hadn't been wearing panties. did you do that often around him? had you been... expecting something?

nonetheless, carl was more than willing to give it to you.

his breath fanned your pussy, prettier than his sick mind could have ever mustered. the image would be burned into his head, it'd never leave. one thing was for sure, this boy wasn't leaving the next morning without putting his mouth to your cunt.

and that was exactly what he did.

his tongue reached your pussy, licking a long stripe and feeling your thighs jump and your body jolt. obviously, never been touched.

he knew it'd be him who touched you first. now, it was just him making sure of it.

he licked again, your wetness gathering on his tongue. he tried to hold back the groan that spread throughout your entire body. yet, you still lay sleeping. it somehow only egged him on further. he knew you wouldn't wake. to him, your body was his for the taking. and he was going to take it.

his tongue found your cute hole, hands against your thighs, holding them, trapping them down.

tongue dancing across your clit, he heard you moan even louder, still trapped by slumber. his lips curved upwards, tongue circling your clit. he moved one of his hands, using his middle finger to gently slide into your sopping hole. so wet for him, already.

he cursed enid and ron for thinking they knew you. he cursed all of the people who thought they knew you. the truth was, the only person you could ever rely on would be him, he'd make sure that you got what you needed, make sure all your needs were fulfilled at all times. perhaps this was just him making sure of that fact.

his tongue moved away from your clit, moving his other hand to meet it. he saw the way your body writhed against his hands. he couldn't wait to do this when you were awake.

it wasn't until your thighs actually began to shake that he knew what was happening. "s'pretty." he mumbled, dazed as drool practically dripped from his mouth. you truly were, the most beautiful thing he'd ever encountered his entire life.

mouth moving back to your cunt, he moved his tongue back against your clit at an alarming pace. with his now free hand, he held your thighs down, trapping them under him as your body shook against him, jutting your hips back and practically rolling your hips against his face. he relished in it. you were practically getting off to his pretty face which told him all the more just how much you loved this.

he felt your hips force themselves back to the bed, shaking and vibrating until your juices poured out onto his tongue.

you'd came.

he lapped you up without second thought, tongue dancing over your hole and licking the juices off the single finger he'd pushed inside of you.

licking his lips, he finally rose. he watched your face lull in your sleep, obviously content and finally getting your sweet relief. he gently moved your shorts to cover your pussy again, as if nothing had happened at all.

it took mere seconds for you to roll back over and onto him, cuddling against his side. he couldn't help but feel even dirtier.

you'd never even know.

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princekeerys · 3 months

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Caring for Carl when he is sick headcanons? This could be cute/fluffy

when carl gets sick, i feel like he’s tries to tough it out (cuz let’s face it, homeboy can be so goddamn Stubborn)

“i’m not sick, i can still on a supply run with you guys” “i don’t have a cold, it’s just the change in the weather”

but he’s out like a light on the couch with a damp cloth on his head to keep his fever down while you rummage through your food supply to find a can of chicken noodle soup

he wants cuddles so bad even though there’s like. no room and plus he doesn’t wanna get you sick in the process

but do you care? absolutely not

you gently and carefully lay down on top of him, getting underneath the blankets

“is it weird to say that you’re like another blanket? you’re nice and warm… and soft… and cozy”

you giggle because he’s so out of it but it’s so adorable

“it’s not weird at all, carl. get some sleep”

and of course he’s not getting much sleep at night because of his stuffy nose, coughing and sore throat. so while you’re out on a supply run with rick and the gang, you rummage around to find any cans of soup left, cough medicine, throat candies to soothe his throat (he can’t swallow anything without it hurting ):)

when you get back, he’s finally getting some sleep after being up half the night and you think he looks most precious.

when he wakes up, you make him more soup and get him to take the medicine you found while out and about and you have to laugh at the face he makes while taking this gross smelling cough medicine but “it’ll help you feel better, cowboy”

it takes a few days to a week before he’s back to his normal self again

and when he does feel right as rain, he makes sure to thank you; endless cuddles, kisses and him putting his hat on top of your head

“you didn’t have to do all that for me, y/n/n”

“i wanted to. it wasn’t the same without by my side”

“i guess that’s what you call soulmates, huh?”

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carlplsrailme · 11 months

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"𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠" | 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

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

carl grimes x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I didn't touch it!"

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

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

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

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

"um..." you peep

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

"In the car. both of you."

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

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smutinlovealt · 7 months

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Jealousy - Carl Grimes x Reader smut

MINORS DNI!

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When you and Carl entered the house, Ron's eyes were fixed on you. You could feel them; every glance, every subtle look, you felt it. But Carl was also aware of it. Inside, he was pissed.As you were grabbing a bottle of beer, Ron walked over to you, put his arm around you, and said, "Uh, hello..." You felt awkward at the sudden gesture.

He grinned and said, "You're quite pretty."

You looked at him and muttered a quick 'thanks' before walking away. Asshole. You thought.

You walked over to Carl, who was playing cards with Mikey and Enid. You wrapped your arms around him and said, "Hey, Carl." You kissed his cheek as Ron walked in."Y/N?" You turned around and saw Ron. You sighed. "Yes, Ron?"

"Can you come with me?" He asked. You looked at Carl, who was boiling with anger. Even though Ron was a creep, you wanted to make Carl jealous. "Sure," you answered.

Carl watched as Ron took your hand and led you into the kitchen. "Listen, Y/N," you tilted your head. "I've liked you ever since you walked through those gates. I want you to be mine, not Carl's.

"You tried holding back an obnoxious laugh. "Ron, I don't like you." He put his hand on your cheek, "Give me chance." He begged, inching closer to you. "Move, asshole!' you pushed him back and he landed on the floor.

You quickly fixed yourself and left the kitchen. Carl looked at you, "Y/N, I think it's time to go." He says.

"Yeah." You said, taking a sip of beer before leaving hand-in-hand.As you two were walking, he looked at you, "Y/N, what the fuck was that?!" He asked angrily. "Excuse me?"

"Oh, you know what I meant. You were clearly flirting with him! I saw the way he looked at you." You were flabbergasted. (wtf)

"Carl-Carl, it was nothing like that!" He gave you a look, a disappointed one.

As you two reached the house, he opened the door and pinned you against the wall. He kissed you passionately. "Carl-" you moaned as he left lovebites on your neck. "Moan my name, slut." He kissed you rapidly, his bulge was growing as you ran your fingers were working to remove his belt.

He ripped your shirt off, "hey!" You whined. "I'll find you a new one." He says as he removed your bra, throwing it on the floor. He kissed down your boobs."

Carl, please, fuck me!" You begged. You were eager for his touch, the way he made you feel.He bit your nipple. You moaned loudly.

He pulled down your pants, "No underwear? Bold of you." He got down on his knees and licked your clit.

You grabbed his hair and pulled him against your pussy. He had to hold your hips to keep you in place as you began to squirm. He started slow but moved faster the more turned on you got.

You pulled his hair to lift his head and kissed him, tasting your juices. "I want you to fuck me." "Yeah?" "Yeah." He stood up and took his shirt off.

You reached down and grabbed his dick and you rubbed it. He moaned, "Y/N," you were feeling his hot, throbbing dick in your hands. "What?" He pushed you against the wall. You yelped, and he pinned your hands above your head. "Fuck, you're a slut." He says, putting his dick inside you. "Carl!" You moaned loudly.

"Shut up, I don't want anyone else to hear you." He says as he slams into you."Oh, fuck, Carl!" He let go of your hands and you put them around his neck, digging your nails into his back.He was moving faster and you could tell he was close. "Cum for me, Carl." He groaned and his thrusts became harder, deeper. He moaned as he came inside you. You felt so good. You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name.

"Carl!" He grabbed your arm and lifted you up, you wrapped your legs around him. He carried you to the couch, placing you on it. He rubbed his dick against you and he put it back inside. He fucked you until you came. "Carl!" You screamed his name loudly. "Shut up," he said, pounding into you.

He shoved his fingers in her mouth. "Carl!" You said in a muffled voice. "No. I needed something to make you shut up." After a few minutes, you could feel that he was about to cum. You bit his fingers and he groaned, filling you with his cum again.He collapsed on top of you. "Is this really what happens when Carl Grimes is jealous?" You laughed. "I guess I'll have to flirt with Ron more often."

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One down, a dozen more to repost. Anyway, I remember this was the first smut I ever wrote lmao

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aurasplanet · 2 months

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STUPID GRIMES carl grimes x fem!reader

warnings — both are 18+, e2l, reader has claustrophobia, reader is maggie and glenn’s adopted daughter, i literally can’t write e2l this sucks so bad i’m so sorry

part two

your arms are crossed over your chest as you look out the window. you and carl had to go on a run, alone, without ripping each others throats out. seriously, daryl left you a note that read ‘don’t rip each others throats out’.

carl had his music blasting through the radio, fingers drumming against the steering wheel completely ignoring your presence. you hated it. he always acted so unbothered as if you didn’t get under his skin. he always acted like such an asshole, criticizing your aim and telling you his is better. “even though i lost an eye!”

always wearing that fucking hat and those fucking flannels and fucking jeans that made him look too good for a total dickhead. it’s like the petty preteen feud started getting fueled by sexual frustration and made you both mad at each other for being hot.

carl hands you the list, “follow it, nothing else. we need to get in and get out.” was he ever going to let the time you saw a cute top on, in your defense what looked like a dead walker, and almost got bit?

“i’m just a girl, grimes.” he rolls his eyes, turning his music up. “plus i can defend myself, you can’t silence me!” with a smirk he turns it all the way up.

you see what looks like a run down store in the distance, pointing at it. in return you get carl yelling, “i know what im doing!” you hop out of the car when he parks, looking over the list quickly.

“you take the walkers on that side, i’ll take this side.” you point from left to right, causing carl to scoff.

“and if i want the right side?”

you huff, “okay smartass, take right. where you don’t have someone in your blind spot to cover you.” carl simply rolls his eyes, and without another word goes to the left side of the store. just as you thought, a few walkers to carl’s right were headed right for him.

you run over and stab every one of them in the head before they could get close, abandoning your side of the store. with the walkers all around you growling in your ear, you didn’t notice the noise growing.

“do i seriously always have to save your ass?” carl looks back at you with a glare before his face widens with shock. he grabs your arm and makes a beeline for the back. he saw the back room when you both walked in, and he hoped there were no dead waiting for you both.

he opens the door and practically throws you in, barricading it behind you two with the metal cart against the wall. you hear a growl behind you and whip around, there’s a walker in a mop bucket reaching out to you. you jam your knife through it’s eye, turning around to look at carl breathless.

carl chuckles and leans against the wall, “who saved who’s life now?”

you grab the mop in the bucket and place it on the walker’s head, masking it’s gross face. “what the hell? i was handling it.”

carl gives you an incredulous look, “handling it? the herd of walkers coming up behind you?” as of right on cue you hear their desperate hands clawing at the door. you sigh and walk around the tiny custodian closet, looking around for something, anything to help you out of this mess.

carl’s never seen you so antsy, he pushes himself off the wall and walks to you. his hand comes up to your shoulder awkwardly, rubbing it a little. “we��ll be fine, we still have our bag, our radios.” you nod, hating this side of you coming out. especially around carl of all people.

you swat his hand away, “i don’t need your pity.”

carl scoffs and goes back to his spot against the wall. “this is why i don’t help you.” you glare at him, leaning down to put your hands on your knees and breathe slowly. focusing on everything but the small room with walls that seemed to close in on you.

“you’re just an asshole, that’s why i don’t want your help.” carl looks at you with a monotone expression. you’ve known him since you met at the farm. daryl found you looking for sophia, and ever since maggie and glenn adored you like you’re their own. but with carl, it’s like he grew out of his menace phase with everyone else but it stuck with you.

“and when i give you the treatment you deserve, you go back to being one.” he doesn’t say a word, he just watches you pace.

“did you never grow up?” you can’t help but word vomit, it’s the only thing keeping you from spiraling. getting all of your thoughts out. “i mean, you clearly did. you’re so nice to everyone. why are you so different with me?”

that’s when carl remembers it, your claustrophobia. he remembered that one time in the prison, getting caught with him, maggie, and lori. even that room made you feel weak and petrified. it’s one of the only instances you remember him treating you kindly.

he gets close to you again, face inches from yours. he went to speak but nothing came out. your glassy eyes look at him in a way they haven’t before. you feel so close, the attraction he’d formed towards you was becoming overwhelming and he began to step back.

you grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him close again. “don’t…” you look into his eye before hugging him tightly. “don’t. the fear goes away when it feels like it’s just us.” carl let’s out a ragged breath, bringing his arms up around your back. “we can pretend this didn’t happen later.”

“we don’t have to,” he whispers and you pull away, looking at him wide eyed.

“but we will. i’m not weak.”

carl shakes his head and grabs your hand, “this doesn’t make you weak. it makes you human, and that’s not common feature for people to still have nowadays.”

you scoff out a laugh, “when did you get all wise?” carl laughs back, his gaze is soft, foreign to you. you let a few moments go by, standing there hand in hand. it should be awkward, but for some reason it wasn’t.

you bite your lip before speaking up again, “answer my question.”

carl laughs confusedly, “i think i get it from my dad?” you give him a playful glare and slap his arm,

“not that, stupid.” you go silent again, scared to ruin the fact he’s finally acting normal around you. “why do you act so different with me?” it’s like the air got thicker, in the way it did before when you would bicker, but not with the negative undertones. just tension, a lot. tension you don’t want to name out of embarrassment.

carl licks his lips and glances at yours. “as ridiculous as it sounds…” his face gets closer, “i feel like i can be free with you. let the parts of me that had to be buried out.” his voice turns into a whisper against your lips. “i guess i don’t remember how to do that without acting like such a little shit.”

you both laugh but it doesn’t last long, his hand comes up to your waist causing your breath to hitch. “it got worse when you just,” carl sighs and closes his eye. “became too hard to resist. i was so mad that we were stuck in this frenemy limbo, i made it worse.”

“damn,” you sigh, causing carl to furrow his brow. “you’re very stupid grimes.”

“shut up,” he snaps, pressing his lips against yours. you hum in surprise, but bring your hands up to cup his face. your thumb runs soothingly over his scarred cheek causing him to pull away. “it’s gross, i’m sorry.”

“it’s pretty,” you mumble, pulling him in to kiss him again. he disconnects your lips and shakes his head.

“pretty?”

you roll your eyes, “carl, you’re pretty. your scar is pretty. you’re supposed to be shutting me up right now.” carl blinks and your lips are back on his. you’re more eager this time, impatient. you part your mouth urging him to deepen the kiss. you sigh into his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck.

his other hand comes to the other side of your waist, pressing you against the wall. your back thuds against it, eliciting a whimper out of you. “sorry…” he mumbled against your lips. he pulls back a little, eye hooded and gaze trained on your swollen lips. “i like the sounds you make, though.”

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