also I know several of you have requested carl so I hope you like it!

bts reacts: you bring him coffee

anon asked:  could you do a bts reaction of you bringing surprising them by bringing them food?


yoongi: “you really should eat something, you know. you’ve been in here for hours now, and you haven’t even had a glass of water-”

“___, i can promise you-” he was interrupted by one of his own yawns. “i can promise you that i’m fine. i just need to finish this, and then i’ll be right back, okay?”

“okay…” maybe finishing what he was doing had been his plan, but he had just been tired- it didn’t take a genius to figure that one out. nonetheless, when he lifted his head off of his desk after what one could only presume had been a nap, he was frustrated- frustrated that he hadn’t got the work done that he had needed to. a sigh that held tones of exasperation would sound as he reached for a cup of coffee that, now he thought about it, hadn’t been there before. he noticed a small scribble on a spare post-it note that had been stuck to the corner of his desk, read the rushed writing, and smiled, suddenly feeling a lot better.

just for when you wake up- :) 

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

hoseok: it would start of as a joke, with him saying something along the lines of, “you know what, i’d kill for some coffee right now,” or him just offhandedly mentioning a coffee shop that you might have passed on your walk home, but even so, when you walked in with the mug in your hand he would be happy. just because you had paid attention to something he had mentioned as small as coffee, it was just like a reassurance that you actually care, and that was nice every once in a while- not that he needed it, necessarily.

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

namjoon: it would be a casual thing; he would be sat there reading- reading a physical book, reading online articles, tweets, just about anything; reading was just something that the two of you did together when you had time alone (like carl and ellie from up, that’s what i’m picturing in my head)- and you would silently just place the mug on the coaster beside him. no words would be said, but he would smile at you, even at such a small gesture, like you were his whole world.

Originally posted by chimcheroo

seokjin: but i’m just imagining that if he was ill and his s/o brought him anything there’d be a lot of, “oh really? are you sure? you didn’t have to, i promise you i could’ve done it myself-” when even he knows that he couldn’t because he’s practically bound to his bed, but he’d drink it anyway and just say a lot of quiet “thank you’s” just so that he was assured that you know he appreciated it, however small.

Originally posted by bts-jimin16

jungkook:  “morning…”

“hmm?” he’d probably still be half asleep, and he’d blindly grasp for a hand or something with closed eyes. “morning.”

“i brought you coffee?” he’d pull a tired smile as a thank you in response, automatically sipping from the straw without giving it a second thought, but the more he thought about it, the less it made sense.

“___, did you get out this early in the morning to get coffee?”

“i mean, i got one for myself too, but- yeah, yeah i did.”

“you’re adorable.”

Originally posted by cheesyricecakeu

jimin: it’d be one of those times where he was busy, but tired. one of those times where he really needed to get something done, but he was just so, so incredibly tired that he could barely keep his eyes open. he’d drink the now slightly lukewarm coffee that you’d left for him, knowing that you’d left it with the intention of helping him stay awake, and he’d smile to himself, almost as if it was a reminder for him to tell you that he appreciated the little things like this that you do.

Originally posted by kookielife

taehyung: but imagine a cold winter, like a really, really cold winter, and it’s just that cold in the house that you have to wear coats inside, and you walk into the living room, where he’s buried under several layers of blankets, and you have two cups of coffee. the look on his face would be a mixture of “oh my god, you’re a genius,” “you’ve literally just saved my life right now do you realize that,” and then a tiny bit of, “oh, why didn’t i think of that?”

Originally posted by bangtangirl-cutennes-v


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Title: Hello Again
Character: Danny Rand
A/n: Like I said, I love Danny’s character, he’s such a dork and deserves more love.

Also this’ll have a second part as the request was for them to meet and then end up together as well, so this one will focus on the reunion.

You whistled quietly under your breath as you kicked the door of your shop closed with your foot, your hands preoccupied with a few boxes of books that had just been shipped in. You placed them aside so you could remove your coat and begin opening the shop for the day.

You had several employees and a few assistants your siblings sent over to help with all the hassle, but you liked tonhave total control over the details of your work. So the bulk ended up on you.

Not that you minded, you always preferred to have something to keep yourself busy. Besides, it’s never that much of a sacrifice if you love doing it.

You continued to whistle as you started tearing into the boxes, going through the piles of books and separating them by their respective genres.

Once that was taken care of, you began shelfing them, taking them all by large bulks and putting them where they belonged.

Whenever you had enough put away you decided it was best to unlock the front doors and turn on the lights, people usually began coming in at this time and you didn’t want to keep them.

“Mornin’ (Y/n)!” You turned around to see one of the older girls who worked the morning shifts.

You smiled at her and motioned her over to you. “Good morning,” You greeted as you grabbed one of the last piles of books. “Do me a favor and but these in the back room, they’re for the history section. I can take care of the other pile.”

“I’m on it.” She said, taking them from you and disappearing into the shop.

You sighed and finally took the last set of books that were to be taken the front shelves.

What you didn’t see was that a young, scraggly looking man stopped right infront of the shop window, his hands peering inside and glued to you as he watched you move about.

A sudden knocking noise on the glass caused you to drop the books onto the ground. You looked over to the source of the sound and saw that same man looking at you with a wide smile as he waved frantically.

You titled your head as you looked at his face, you hadn’t seen him in the shop before but something about his smile made him look familiar.

You smiled back at him as you returned his wave, then making a gesture for him to come inside.

Crouching to the ground to gather the books, you found yourself laughing at how scared you were by a simple knock on the window.

•~•

Danny couldn’t believe it, after several failed attempts at talking to the other Meachum siblings he managed to see you walking around inside a bookshop.

Sure it took him a minute to recognize you. The last time he saw you was when you were children, you’re the youngest Meachum child, so you would have been nine when his plane crashed.

But for a brief moment Danny saw your eyes and there was no mistaking who you were.

Then memories of you and him playing imaginary games on his room, and being a much better monopoly player than your brother. He was very fond of you as a child, and from the looks of it not much had changed.

Still, he was surprised with how wealthy your family was, you were dressed in simple clothes, jeans and a loose-fitted blouse weren’t really good business attire.

Without any better way to catch your attention, Danny found himself knocking on the shop window.

He flinched a little when you dropped a thick stack of books, but it was soon forgotten when you returned his smile and pointed to the door.

His heart stopped.

Did you really remember him?

You certainly didn’t need to tell him twice, Danny was inside the shop in seconds.

He was greeted with a large room completely drowned by books, tall shelves lined the walls as well as several tables scattered on the ground. String lights hung from the ceiling and along a banister that lead to a second floor.

“I’ll be with you a moment.” He heard a voice call, and turned to see you climbing up on a tall ladder to a higher shelf.

“No worries.” He said, watching you descend from the ladder before you walked over to him with a smile.

“Hello, is there anything I can help you with?” You asked him while you started to pull your hair back in a bun at the nape of your neck.

Despite the fleeting feelings of disappointment that you didn’t remember him. He could help but stare at you.

The last time he saw you, you had chubby cheeks and glasses that were far too big for your face and would constantly slip down your nose.

But now you were a young woman, with the same pretty eyes and friendly smile.

You were taller, but now Danny still managed to tower above you.

“Sort of,” He started, now becoming very of aware of how disheveled his appearance was. “Look this is going to sound absolutely mental but it’s me, Danny Rand.”

Your smiled dropped just a tad, and you folded your arms. “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t you remember, Danny Rand?” He said as he reached out to you, only for you to retreat. “Oh come on, we used to be partners in crime and always try to get your brother in trouble.”

Your eyes clamped shut as painful memories that you spent a long time repressing came flooding back. “Listen, I don’t known what joke you’re trying to pull but I don’t find it funny.”

Danny wanted to pull at his hair in frustration, why couldn’t people just hear him out?

“I’m not trying to be funny,” He said, reading the hurt expression in your eyes, he stared to think back on things only the two of you would know. “You have to believe me, Cricket.”

Your eyes snapped to meet his, your expression softening a great deal as he said that nickname.

Not even your siblings knew that Danny called you by that, it was a secret code name between the two of you.

You stepped closer to the man, your gaze narrowing as you got a proper look at him. He held your gaze and you noticed he had the same blue eyes.

Without warning, you grabbed into his hand. “Come with me.” You ordered, dragging him into the nearest supply closet you could find.

You flicked on the lightswitch and started to hold onto your head. Even with your eyes closed you knew Danny was about to speak so you hushed him before he got the chance.

“Be quiet,” You inhaled deeply before opening your eyes to meet his. “If you’re really who you say you are, tell me why Danny gave me that nickname.”

Part of you hoped he was lying, that he was some raving lunatic who was just trying to get a rise out you.

But the more you looked at the man in front of you, the more you saw of his mannerisms and expressions, you saw Danny.

You were young when his family plane crashed in the Himalayas, but you still remember the boy who would give you piggy back rides and do stupid puzzles with you.

“You had this book when you were really little, maybe three or four years old,” Danny started, his brows furrowing in the center as he recalled the memories. “It was by Eric Carle, uh, ‘The Very Quiet Cricket’ right?”

He didn’t even need to clarify if you believed him because before he could even speak you tackled him into a hug.

“It is you!” You said, your arms were wrapped around his neck as you pulled him to you.

Danny could’ve cried right then and there.

Finally, someone believed him.

He pulled you in close as well, his nose burrowing itself into the crook of your neck. “It’s me, it’s Danny.”

You pulled back from him as your hands cradled his face. “Hi!”

Danny laughed, leaning into your hold. “Hello.”

“God, I was such a bitch to you before, I’m so sorry, if I had known-” You were saying all of the incredibly fast, and Danny had to cut you off before you talked yourself into a frenzy.

“It’s fine, you believe me and that’s what matters.” He assured you.

“Look at you,” You said, your hands running through his messy beard and his curly hair. “You look so…different now.”

He was about to reply when he remembered where you both were standing. “Aren’t we gonna get in trouble for being in here?”

“What? No, I own this bookshop,” You told him, shutting off the light. “But you’re right, we can go back to my place.”

“Wait what?”

•~•

You let your workers know you were taking the day off, then you drove Danny back to your house.

“I still can’t believe, after all this time,” You said over your shoulder as you entered your front door, throwing your coat onto the rack before disappearing into one of the rooms.

Danny took the opportunity to look around, it was exactly the kind of place he could picture you living. Just like your shop, there were books everywhere, and you had several paintings and decorations hung up on the walls.

You used to always complain about how empty your family house was, for a wealthy family the decor was always a ‘minimalistic nightmare of black and silver’ in your own words.

But your place felt like a home, with bright colors and knickknacks as far as the eye could see.

“Have you spoken to Joy and Ward yet?” You asked him once you sat him down in your living room with a hot mug of tea.

“That’s a funny story,” Danny said as he took a drink from the mug. “They’re not really interested in seeing me right now.”

You sat down in the chair across him. “Why not?”

“They don’t think I’m who I say I am,” He said as he set the tea down and looked at you with a warm smile. “You’re the first person actually.”

“Really?”

“Though I had a feeling if I found you, you’d understand,” He said, leaning his chin in his hand. “You and I understood each other.”

You smiled through your tea mug. “I remember, all those times we’d play hide and seek in the house, I could always find you.”

“I always let you find me,” He corrected, watching you laugh with the same crooked smile you had when you were little. “Look at you now, all grown up.”

The two of you shared a comfortable silence for a few minutes before you spoke up again. “I have to ask though, what are you doing here?”

Danny leaned back in his chair. “I’ve come to get my life back, and you’re the only one who can help me.”

Imagine Being Married To Daryl And Negan starts taking an interest in you...

Originally posted by negansbabydoll

Requested

Word Count: 1014 words

Warnings: Fluff and slight angst at the end but that’s pretty much it.

(A/N: This Imagine takes place in a pre-apocalyptic setting)


You’ve been married to daryl dixon for a very, very long time. You remembered the first time you met daryl, you two were next door neighbors. You knew daryl’s past wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, you couldn’t sleep knowing that their dad was abusing daryl and his brother. You felt so bad so in time, you’ve gotten closer to the dixon brothers and have been their sunshine.

They always seemed to smile and laugh when you were around, you couldn’t ease their pain and suffering but at least, you tried. You would have regretted it if you just sat back and did nothing to help with the situation.

Daryl would always stay quiet when you were around. He always seemed more nervous than usual and merle casually stated that daryl was quiet because he had a crush on you, you remembered yourself blushing so hard when merle said that.

After a couple of months, Daryl confessed his feelings to you and you remember feeling like you were the happiest woman on earth, After several months, he proposed, you got engaged and then got married. You felt so lucky to have that connection with someone and to have it actually work out for once.

It’s been almost two years since everything happened. Your family just kept getting bigger and bigger. Daryl had many friends during those two years..

Friends like Rick Grimes who was a sheriff and a huge family man. He loves his wife, lori and his son carl, more than anything. He would do anything to protect them.. And rick had friends like glenn and maggie who have a son, abraham and sasha who are currently dating, rosita and spencer who are also dating..

When you and daryl moved to a new house, it was all very exciting until you saw a moving truck outside.

“I think someone’s also just moved into this area.” you said to daryl as you were looking out the window.

“Yeah, I hope it’s not someone rude. You know, everyone is coming over tonight to congratulate us for gettin’ our new place.” Daryl said as he wrapped his arms around you as he laid soft kisses on your neck.

You turned around and got closer to kiss his lips. He told you that he loved you and you said that you loved him too.

“I’m gonna go carry some of these boxes upstairs.”

“Alright, I’m heading out to get some takeaway dinner for all of us.” you said.

“Alright then.. If you need anything, just call me.” he said as he smiled softly at you.

“I will.”

You were wearing grey sweatpants and a black hoodie. You let your hair down and just put lip balm on and wore your sneakers. This is something that daryl loved about you. He loved how you never cared to dress up or to wear fancy things because you felt like the right people should be able to accept you for who you are, not for the image you sort of put on for the world.

After heading out, you noticed someone standing. He had his black hair slicked back, he had brown eyes, a salt and pepper beard, he wore black jeans and a white undershirt with a black leather jacket on top. He was holding a regular baseball in his hand and then he finally glanced at you and kept his gaze fixed on you.

You felt kind of uncomfortable and decided to ignore him until finally he finally walked towards you while saying..

“Well, Well, Well.. Isn’t that a pretty sight?” he licked his lips as he stared at you.

“Excuse me?” you said.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?”

“Y/N..”

“Well Y/N.. I’m Negan. Your new neighbor.”

This had to be a nightmare. This rude guy is your neighbor.

“I’m sorry if I seem rude but I am married.” you said as you looked away from him.

“I’m married too.” he said, there was almost a hint of sadness in his voice.

Your jaw dropped, how could this guy be married and have the guts to hit on you?

“Excuse..me? Then we really shouldn’t be talking right now.”

You wanted to walk past him but he just walked and stood in front of you, sort of preventing you from leaving.

“I have an important dinner party to plan so if you would excuse me..”

“Am I invited?” he asked. “Surely, you don’t want to be rude to your neighbor.”

You felt so annoyed that he was asking that right now but you also didn’t want to be rude.

“Yes.. you’re invited. Just to say hello to everyone and then you leave. Is that clear?” you asked.

He got way too close to you and was looking down at you. You looked away again until daryl finally showed up.

“Y/N..! What’s going on here?” he asked. “Who the hell are you?” he asked negan.

“You must be the husband. I’m negan and I’m super interested in taking your wife out on a date.” he said with a huge smile on his face.

This guy is absolutely crazy. He shouldn’t have said that to daryl, you were pretty sure that he was fuming right now. Before daryl could do anything, the whole gang came and daryl went to show them inside  then came back to you.

“You have to leave now.” Daryl said.

“I can’t, you see, Your wife here.. Invited me to your party.” Negan said.

“I only invited you because I didn’t want to seem rude to you.” You said as you crossed your arms.

“Wow… she has an attitude as well. This is only making me more interested in you.” he said.

“Stop it.” Daryl said as he grabbed your arm and took you back to the house.

Negan stood there thinking about you and all the things that he would like to do to you but then he couldn’t help but feel guilty knowing that his wife was laying on the hospital bed, getting even sicker and sicker and he was here, flirting with his next door neighbor.



I hope it was as requested and I hoped you enjoyed this because I certainly enjoyed making it.

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free to be you and me| c.g.

Originally posted by the-sanctuaryy

Well, I already wrote this once before my computer updated itself, but I hope you guys enjoy!

Prompt: Requested by Anon - Hello!I just wanted to say I just love your account and your imagines like queen you slay ❤ I was wondering if you could a Carl x Reader Imagine where they find MP3 player and list to songs such as Still into you by Paramore and Troublemaker by Olly Murs and dance around sing and be dorks together?And by the end of the day the talk about the pros and cons of the life before the apocalypse on a roof?💕

Songs used are Troublemaker by Olly Murs 

Still Into You by Paramore 

Dawn fell upon Alexandria much quicker then anticipated, bringing a sense of relief that spread over its people as the last of the bodies were buried and the walkers burned. It had been a rough few days trying to recover from the herd that had broken down its walls, pulling the citizens of the community together to rebuild it. 

Unfortunately, this also included the children - Which boiled down to you and Carl being split apart by Rick and Michonne so you didn’t distract each other while you were working. After a grueling three hours of digging graves and burying the ones who had lost their lives, Michonne and Daryl had thought it best to gift you with what Glenn had found several weeks prior; An IPod that had been synced with some of your favorite bands. 

  “You’ve had this how long?” 

  “Six weeks, maybe less.” Daryl replied from behind the cigarette dangling from his mouth. “Glenn wanted to give it to ya way before the herd even became an issue. I told him to stick it-” The hunter grunted under his breath when you threw a punch into his arm and sprinted down the street towards the house without a second thought. It had been so long since you’d heard music, your heart was actually racing with anticipation over hearing music that you loved. With your past as a contemporary dancer, you were aching to release your stress into dance. 

  “Rick!” You called out, quietly shutting the door behind you as you tiptoed into the kitchen where former Sheriff Rick Grimes was bent over a high chair with Judith, who was giggling wildly as she shoved the spoon of baby food at her father. “Has Carl come back from his shift yet? I have somethin’ I wanna show him.” 

  “He’s been pretty frazzled since he almost got hit by that bullet. Sent him home earlier this morning, so he’s probably sleeping.” Rick replied, wincing as pain seared the left side of his bandaged head. While you had not been witness to the demise of the Anderson family, Carl had told you that Rick had managed to somehow curve around him despite the distance and got grazed in the process.

You crept up the stairs and into the hall, peering through the slightly cracked door. Sunlight filtered through the slate grey curtains on the windows and illuminated Carls face in a ray of gold, his hair dripping water as he exited the bathroom. 

The eldest Grimes smiled softly at the sight of you dressed in his navy blue flannel, your y/h/c hair pulled back into a loose braid behind your shoulders and your skin reeking of gunpowder and smoke. You were still the most beautiful part of waking up every morning and his favorite thing to look at before he went to sleep at night. 

  “Hey. Heard you come in the house, wanted to get the blood cleaned off my gorgeous body.” He flashed a sultry smirk at you, noting the way your eyes focused on the planes of his torso. “Did you have something you wanted to show me?” 

You grinned widely and reached into your back pocket, producing the silver IPod before you motioned to his half clothed body. “Get dressed and then meet me in that abandoned back room, okay?” Carl nodded quickly and turned to his dresser as you disappeared down the hall to the last bedroom on the right. It had been a guest room until someone had died in it, who you didn’t know, but the furniture had been cleaned out and all that remained was a blood stain in the corner by the closet. 

Can’t count the years on one hand that we’ve been together
I need the other one to hold you
Make you feel, make you feel better

  “Where on Earth did you find an IPod?” Carl questioned as he leaned against the doorway, now clad in one of Noahs old Nirvana shirts and a pair of loose fitting faded denim jeans. “And.. I’ve heard this before. Who sings this?” 

You motioned him deeper into the room with a bony finger as you slowly began to sway your hips to the song. “I heard it on the radio alot whenever my mom and I would be in the car. It reminded her of Dad, and even after he died, she still listened to this song like it was her drug.” You smiled sadly as your mind flashed to the last time you had seen your mother - When she had been violently ripped away from you by the walker version of your brother. Screaming violently, she had gripped the doorway of your front porch so hard that her blood had been shed on the wood, and the last thing you saw was the pure terror on her face before she was taken from you. 

You hadn’t been able to save her. 

It’s not a walk in the park to love each other
But when our fingers interlock, can’t deny, can’t deny, you’re worth it

  “Hey.” Carl whispered lowly in your ear as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you flush against his body. You instinctively nuzzled your face into his shoulder, feeling his skin beneath the tip of your nose until you came to rest comfortably in the crook. “It’s just us now. No walkers, no blood, no death. We’re free to be you and me.” 

‘Cause after all this time
I’m still into you

Age 7 

Recount the night that I first met your mother

One of your favorite memories was the first time you and your mother had come across Lori and Carl Grimes upon your first day of first grade. You and Carl were enrolled in the same elementary school and somehow ended up in the same class. Some people called it coincidence. 

You called it fate. 

  “Can we be best friends forever?” You cheered, extending your hand in a fist to bump his own. Never mind the fact that his other friends had never done it to him before, but the fact that a girl like you wanted to be friends with him sent his heart into a tizzy. 

  “Best friends till we part!” 

And on the drive back to my house I told you that, I told you that I loved ya

Age 10 

Lori grinned at you from the drivers seat as she parked her Suburban in the driveway of your family cottage. Carl was sitting quietly beside you as you rushed to unbuckle your seatbelt and gripped the handle of your backpack, pressing a sloppy kiss to his cheek in the heat of the moment before you were standing outside the car and staring at him so intently with your y/e/c eyes he was sure his heart was going to explode. 

  “Love you Carl!” 

Age 16 

And now here you stood; You’d survived the start of the end of the world, one war, multiple deaths, multiple herds of walkers. You were here with the people you loved, the boy you loved.. Safe, protected, you were home after so long trying to find one. 

You felt the weight of the world fall off the shoulder
And to your favorite song we sang along, to the start of forever

  “Can I tell you something?” You murmured, lifting your head to gaze up at his icy blue eyes. Carl nodded softly and rested his forehead against your own, releasing a shuddering breath as your fingers wound into his hair. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” 

He nodded again, much softer this time, as the song changed to a much more upbeat tune. You weren’t nearly as familiar with this one, but it immediately lightened the mood as you and Carl parted from one another - and began to dance. 

  “You haven’t stopped telling me since we met!” 

The two of you were immediately interrupted when Tara of all people burst into the room, her eyes alit as she pointed to the dock. “This song is legendary!” She cried. “Olly Murs blessed us with this song!!” She flailed her arms at the two teenagers. “C’mon, children! Dance with me!” 

Why does it feel so good

But hurt so bad 

My mind keep sayin’ run as fast as you can

In those five minutes that Troublemaker blasted through the room, you found yourself lost in the reality of the tune. Your arms seemed to move on their own, your feet in sync with the rest of your body as you fell back into your old habits from before the Turn - creating the choreography with every beat of the drum and note of the electric guitar. 

I say I’m done but then you pull me back

I swear you’re givin’ me a heart attack

Troublemaker 

By the time the song had ended, you were covered in a sheen of sweat and smiling so beautifully that Tara was sure your face would remain that way. You and Carl decided to unwind by taking a pile of blankets and spreading them across the awning outside the bedroom window, huddling in each others body warmth as the afternoon was quickly met with dusk and a cool breeze swept the stench of the dead away from the Safe Zone. 

You spent almost two and a half hours talking about what the world had been once upon a time, what you missed, and what you looked forward to if you managed to survive tomorrow. You only had one reoccuring thought the entire time. 

  “Carl?” 

Carl tucked his arm behind his head and used the opposite one to sling it across your waist. “Yeah?” 

  “I’m gonna marry you one day.” 

He simply smiled and kissed the top of your forehead. “I’m gonna hold you to that.” 

Guess what? Tucked into a tiny box beneath his mattress is a gold engagement ring with a sapphire tucked into the center. He’s saving it for a special occasion. 

Another Chance

 Request: Hi there, I recently discovered your blog and I love your stories. I was wondering if you could do one where Negan visits Alexandria and while walking around he hears a woman singing like ‘In the arms of the angels’ or something like that. He finds her working in the gardens and is so mesmerized by her singing that he wants to take her back to the sanctuary. I’ll let you take it from there but maybe some light smut?😁. Thank you -   @lokis-imaginary-friend (won’t let me tag.. so please tag them if you can so they can know this is done)

A/N: Sorry this took so long to do! Also, if you can please tag the requester, because I can’t and I really want them to see this! Hope you enjoy! Leave feeback! Sorry for the big gifs, but oh well!

Word count: 1.6kish

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks


“What the fuck is this shit, Rick?” Negan asked staring at the curly headed man before him. “I give you two damn weeks to find me some good hit and this what you offer me. This is fuckin’ ridiculous prick.”

Rick looked down avoiding Negan’s glare. “We’ll get more,” Rick grunted raising his head to peak at Negan. “Just give us more time.”

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Make Me Yours

Daryl x Reader Smut Warning! 18+ Only! NSFW

Request: I love your blog so much and I have a request I’ve asked several blogs and no one has taken it and I’d love very much to read your take on it. A heavy smut set in season 2 at the farm; the reader is kind of a loner, has black hair and a few tats and piercings; she likes to sing and dance to herself a lot, she (along with being half Daryl’s age, mid-twenties) also has some daddy issues.. and over time he falls in love with her and all of her “quirks” ;). I realllllyy hope you consider this.

Summary: Set in season 2, on Hershel’s farm. Rick’s group is just starting to settle into an easier life on the farm when Daryl and Glenn come across a woman in the woods (reader) and bring her to the farm. They hit it off. Smut ensues… of course. The rest of the request will be in there too! I hope you like it! (I did not get to the daddy issues, but I did give her major man issues… ;) )

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Rick looked around the farm and smiled to himself as he took in the view. His people were safe, finally. He smiled as he watched Carl run around with his mother in the sunset glow. The group had been at the farm only a week or so, but things were finally starting to become put together. They scavenged and used all the camping supplies they could find to build a mini-city outside Hershel’s farmhouse, a ways down the road.

Rick watched as T-Dog and Dale laughed about something, both standing across from the small bonfire they had constructed in the middle area of the city. Andrea sat on top of the R.V. that blocked the city from the road, the brim of her hat hung low, and her eyes stalked the area ahead of her seriously. She was probably one of the best watchmen he had. He smiled a little, looking down at Shane who also could never just relax. He sat at a small picnic table and feverishly cleaned his guns over and over, staring over at who knows what.

Rick focused on the sun setting behind the RV and closed his eyes, tilting his head back, and enjoying the last rays of the sun. He was so grateful to be able to be stationary for once, he was so tired of running. He had to find a way to convince Hershel to let them stay. Rick’s smile turned to frustration as he opened his eyes and searched the ground below him, as if it had answers. Rick stood lost in his own thoughts for a moment, when he suddenly heard Daryl and Glenn’s voices entering the background, calling his name.

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Everything’s different now.

Everything’s different now. part 1

Carl Gallagher x reader

A/N: this is going to be a series, I’m not sure how many parts. Also not all events that took place in the show will take place in this story or could occur in a different order.

Warnings: underage drinking, nothing crucial really…

Originally posted by shamelessturkey

Carl Gallagher and you have always had a thing for each other. You guys dated for awhile but everything changed when he was sent to juvie.

You hadn’t said a word to him or even about him since, it hurt to much. The Gallagher family was like a second family to you. They were actually more family like then you’re foster family. You had been in the system since birth and you’re foster family didn’t care where you were, as long as they were getting the government money. So you were usually sleeping at the Gallaghers house. You guys were connected not only because of Carl but Debbie had been you’re best friend since 2nd grade. You guys had been through everything together friends,relationships, houses, and even when Debs was pregnant.

It was a Tuesday afternoon torward the end of summer. You were babysitting Franny while Debbie was at a welding job. Nobody was home and the house was quiet as you finally got the restless baby to sleep for a nap. As you walked downstairs you saw Carl just closing the front door behind him. You both froze in place as you made eye contact, you were half shocked by his new appearance of cornrows and baggy clothes, half mad or hurt. You didnt have any idea of what to say. He broke the silence.

“Sup” he said nodding his head.

You’re emotions were on fire in you’re heart, not knowing if you wanted to punch him or run into his arms. You just turned around wiping away a single tear and going back upstairs.

Everyone had gotten home and there was a small party going on for Carl’s arrival. Fiona, Lip, Ian, Debbie,Liam, Veronica and Kev. We’re all gathered around the couch catching Carl up on everything he had missed and enjoying several beers. You stayed over torwards the corner watching some shitty show on the tv and working on your second beer even though you were only 16.

As 2am neared the house was quiet as everyone had gone to sleep. You slowly walked down stairs to get some water as you noticed Carl still sitting on the couch. You just rolled your eyes and continued as if he wasn’t there.

As you turned around from the sink Carl was standing right behind you.

“What the fuck!” You gasped.

“Shhh”

“Come with me” he said as he pulled your hand torward the back door.

You yanked your hand back but still followed him reluctantly.

You followed him out to the back porch.

“What” you said in an un-amused voice as you turned around to face him, But he cut you off by abruptly by pulling you in by your waist and kissing your lips. He kissed soft and gently at first. Then you finally started to kiss him back, he slipped his tongue in, you didn’t even hesitate, You wanted this. You wanted him, to be yours, just like before. You two kissed in the warm night air passionately for what felt like forever but yet still not long enough. 

Then reality hit you. Like a big,fat punch in the face.

“Wait Stop” you said lightly yet firm as you pushed him away.

“We can’t do this.” you said as you went inside and back up the stairs.


Ok I know this was a little short. but i hope you liked it. I’m working on part 2 right now so be ready. Also sorry i haven’t been posting but if there is something you want to see just send me a request.

perhaps my truth [cegan]

i got inspired and decided change the world around me needed a companion piece….so here we go! this is fluff, gratuitous amounts of personal headcanons, and also dedicated to @interstellarsam bc they love bi!negan and also they seemed like they needed some cheering up, so i’m hoping this fits the bill.

anywho, that’s enough of my rambling.

read it on ao3!

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“What was it like?”

Negan’s attention is drawn from idle reading to his lover, still in bed and still sex-flushed. In response to the query, Negan arches an eyebrow.

Carl sighs, put-upon, and roll from his back to his side. The blankets he’s under fall to his waist and leave his chest exposed and distracting. Even so, Negan keeps his eyes on Carl’s face, on his pink cheeks and the pouting turn of his lips. Carl tries again after a few moments of silence.

“What was it like, being… out?”

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TWD characters 8/?

The Treatment

Daryl Dixon Imagine

PART ONE

requested by a lovely Anon a while ago. I really hope you like it. That one was so much fun to write, but I just can’t seem to be able to make it short and simple. This is going to be in two parts…again… I don’t know whether I should apologize or just roll with it.. anyway, here we go. (I’m so sorry I didn’t include every aspect you requested. I just didn’t really know how to include it after the story already got this long… maybe at some point I could write a prequel of when they were in highschool including all those details)

Imagine you were secretly dating Daryl in High School but left him when you got the chance to go to Harvard to follow your dreams and study medicine. After the outbreak you find shelter in Alexandria and work as a Doctor. Then one day you two meet again.

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„It’s just a little cut. Don’t make such a fuss about it.” I was cleaning my hands after I had just finished cleaning the wound. Spencer was still pulling faces at me touching his wound every now and then.
“You also need to stop touching it. Really, Spence, that’s not gonna make it any better.” I was grabbing the towel next to the sink to dry my hands and turned around to face him again.
“You think it’s gonna leave a scar?” He raised his hand to touch it again.
“No, probably not. But you really need to stop touching it. You’ll risk an infection otherwise and I’m not sure if I can treat that with what I got here. What reminds me…you guys need to get out there again and get me more medical supplies or soon I won’t even be able to treat a damn cold.”
“No scar!?” He almost looked disappointed.
“Why!? You want one?!” I raised my eyebrows.
“Yeah, Aiden’s got about half his body covered and I noticed the way you look at him, so-”

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Richonne Season Changes

Warmth

A/N:  A request from @sugarysweetzee.  Thank you.

Michonne sits at the foot of the bed and even though she fights it, the tears stream down her cheeks relentlessly.  She had finally gotten too big for all of her shirts and her pants.  She couldn’t even loop string through the button hole to give a wider berth to the waist band of her pants.

She looks over to the window and notices the snow as it twirls and falls from the sky in a steady stream.  She knows the ground is more than covered and there is no way she will convince Rick to let her go out on a run.  She scoffs and wonders how she’d go on a run any way.  Naked?

She knew she would get bigger and she had plans to get better fitting clothes but she kept putting it off and now the pregnancy has finally advanced enough and she can’t fit her clothes.  Olivia was keeping a small surplus of clothes but only two weeks ago a fire broke out and several items were destroyed including the clothes before they could get it under control.

She walks over to the closet, grabs one of Rick’s t-shirts and pulls it over her head.  She is tempted to borrow a pair of his pants but was honestly too afraid they just might fit.  She didn’t want to consider that she was big enough to fit his pants. She moves into the bathroom and proceeds to dress in his bathrobe as hers would be gaping in the front.

She faces the bedroom door, contemplating whether to go downstairs or not, knowing Rick and Carl would ask about her attire.  If she could manage to keep her emotions in check, then she could just tell them she is going to stay home and take it easy for a change.  They’d both welcome that since they’ve been beyond worried ever since they found out she was pregnant.

She wipes her tears with the sleeve of Rick’s robe and takes a deep breath, trying to muster the courage to go downstairs.  She stands at the window, looking out at the snow covered ground, wanting to enjoy the beauty of it all.  Maybe Judy and I could get out and go for a walk…..She looks down at Rick’s bathrobe and sighs heavily.

The bedroom door opens and Rick walks in.  “Hey. You coming down for breakfast?”

She keeps her back to him, afraid if she looks into those gorgeous blue eyes of his, the hormones would take over and she’d be an emotional wreck…..again.  “I…..”  Her voice feels stuck so she clears her throat and manages, “I’ll….be….”  A noticeable hitch.  “….down…in a sec.”

Rick notices the difference right off and walks toward her.  He puts a hand at her waist and turns her to face him.  He takes in her reddened eyes and damp cheeks.  “Babe, what’s wrong?”

Her bottom lip starts to tremble.  “I….I don’t….have….anything….to wear.”

He pulls her into his arms, relishing in the warmth their two bodies together always generate.  He can only surmise that she has gotten too big for her regular clothes and needed something a bit bigger.  It was on their to do list but just never got around to it. Seems like it took forever for her to even show.  Now the baby seems to be growing by leaps and bounds and all overnight.  

He rubs her back in small, slow circles.  “It’s gonna be ok.  Why don’t you just stay home and relax today?  I’ll even send Judy over to Maggie.  I promise you’ll have something to wear before the day’s over.”

“I’m not…wearing…Abe’s clothes,” she states.

He giggles.  “I know.”  He steps back and gives her forehead a light kiss.  “Come on and get something to eat.”

She nods as she wipes her cheeks again, sobering up quickly.  “I’m sorry.  My hormones are all over the place and I cry about anything.  I shouldn’t be this upset about my clothes.  I just thought I’d be able to get something and now I’m huge and I have nothing.”

“It’s ok babe.  I promise.”

“Rick, I don’t want you going out in this weather.  I’ll wear Abe’s clothes if I have to.”

“Stop worrying about this ok?  It’s fine.”

They make their way downstairs and Carl greets his stepmom as usual followed immediately by, “What’s with Dad’s robe?”

Michonne gives Rick a pleading look and he says, “Hers is dirty.  Can we eat breakfast without all the questions?”

Carl frowns.  All the questions?  Huh? He shrugs and goes back to eating his breakfast, watching Judith as she devours hers with gusto.

An hour later, Rick kisses Michonne goodbye and delivers Judith to Maggie.  Afterwards, he organizes a supply run with Carl, Glenn, Abe, and Sasha.  They pile into the van and move out cautiously.  He had spoken to Denise earlier and she drew them a map to a small plaza that housed a maternity shop and an apothecary that she’d been trying to get to for weeks.  They had a short list of the items she needed and hoped to return within a couple of hours.

Later that afternoon, they make their way home, having to take a different route as the snow got heavier. They also saw a little walker action but it was nothing they couldn’t handle.  Rick is thankful that Sasha was there to help him choose clothes for Michonne. He and Carl walk with Glenn to retrieve Judy and then walk home.

Michonne is there in the kitchen, preparing dinner and still wearing the robe.  She smiles as she greets them and Rick is relieved to see that she seems to be doing a lot better.  She walks toward him, giving him a kiss as she takes Judith into her arms.  “Are you two ok?  Where have you been?”

“We went to this place for Denise but there was a store there with clothes for pregnant women so Dad got you all kinds of stuff to wear,” Carl explains.

Michonne feels the tears again, but fights against them.  She swallows with some difficulty but manages, “Thank you.”

Rick hugs her and Judy. “I told you it’d be ok didn’t I?”

“You did.”  She smiles.  “I love you.”

“I love you too.”  He tosses one of his bags onto the couch.  “Let’s check this stuff out so you can tell me how good I did.”