andrew x chandler


Y/N has created a chatroom.

Y/N has added Steve, Tony, Thor, Nat, Wanda, T’Challa, Clint, Sam and Bucky.

Y/N: Guys, I have a serious problem.

Y/N: Guys, seriously, this isn’t the right time to ignore me.






Y/N: UP.


Tony: Y/N this better be important, or else you will remember not to wake me up ever again at 2 in the fricking morning.

Steve: Someone got up on the wrong foot. So what’s so urgent?

Tony: Still in my bed, but will gladly get up to kick your ass.

Wanda: Oh just kiss already.

Clint: I so ship it.

Clint: What do you think their ship name is?

Bucky: STONY.

Bucky: I mean I guess it could be that, but I don’t know, I guess it could, I mean maybe it’s not.

Sam: Don’t play innocence now, I know you read a lot of #Stony smut.

Bucky: Do not.

Y/N: Buck honey, even I know you do.

Thor: What’s smut?

Nat: Porn. But written.

T’Challa: Yeah, remember that time when I walked into your room and you-

Bucky: OKEY


T’Challa: Oh did I now?

Tony: No T’Challa continue, I think you were just getting to the good parts and I would hate to miss them.

T’Challa: So as I was saying, I walked in and—

T’Challa has been disconnected.

Bucky has left the chat.

Clint: Oh snap.

Y/N: Oh geez guys. But anyway the story’s not that interesting.

Steve: I was just getting into it.

Thor: Lady Y/N, I have far more important question to ask. Why did you wake us up? I assume it wasn’t for T’Challa to tell his story about Mr. Barns masturbating, was it?

Nat: Haa I told you Stark.

Tony: Whatever. He was always weird.

Steve: Tony you owe us some money. C’mon.

Sam: I always knew there was something wrong about him.

Sam: He never smelt good.

Wanda: I am pretty sure that was you when you hadn’t showered in four days?!


Y/N: GEEZ, how?

Clint: Y/N?

Y/N: Huh, yeah?

Nat: We would all like to know why did you woke us up.

Y/N: Oh yeah

Y/N: oh boi. I almost forgot.

Y/N: I mean I never will but you guys helped me to get my mind out of it for at least little bit.

Steve: Y/N, what happened?

Wanda: You’re scaring us.

Sam: And we all know Mrs. Controlling you mind isn’t easy to be scared.

Y/N: I can’t go with you on a mission this time, because, because…

Y/N: Two of my family members passed away. And while trying to save them, my, my little baby almost lost his left arm.

Steve: Oh my goodness Y/N, that is awful.

Steve: I am truly sorry. Rest in peace.

Thor: Lady Y/N, I am truly sorry about your loss. Do you need anything?

Tony: Wow, I am sorry.

Clint: Really Y/N? Really?

Nat: Clint have some respect.

Wanda: Yeah she just went through a lot.

Sam: She lost two incredible people.

Steve: Y/N take as much time off as you need. No one is going to blame you for not going on a mission.

Tony: Yeah rest kid. Take some time off.

Clint: Oh c’mon guys. She didn’t lose anyone.

Sam: Clint, this isn’t time for your stupid little jokes.

Nat: I swear to God I’m gonna kick your ass.

Thor: Don’t worry of you suddenly feel some weird shaking, hear screaming or see unexpected lightning.

Wanda: you get him Thor.

Clint: HEY, HEY, HEEEEY. No need for violence, okay?

Clint: and besides she didn’t lose anyone.

Clint: At least not in real life.


Clint: Mine too so? I didn’t woke up the whole team and bragged about it.

Tony: What, wait, wait. What the heck is going on here right now?

Steve: Y/N have you been drinking again?

Y/N: No.

Nat: Then what the heck is Clint talking about.

Wanda: Waiiiit, I think I know it.

Sam: Did you just finish the season 3 of Game of Thrones? Because Robbs and Caitlyn’s deaths are kinda an old thing.

Clint: Nope not that.

Tony: Explain yourself Y/N, and don’t make me count.

Wanda: oh I definitely know what it is.

Wanda: and I am out of here before it gets ugly.

Wanda has left the chat.

Clint: Traitor.

Steve: Will someone explain already?

Clint: Do you wanna tell them y/N?


Y/N: R.I.P Glenn and Abraham. You will be missed.


Tony: I woke up for this.

Tony: You’re gonna pay. But tomorrow, I am way to tired now.

Tony has left the chat.

Y/N: oldie.




Sam has left the chat

Thor: Aren’t they from that one show with the dead raising?

Steve: It’s exactly that.

Thor: Oh Loki is watching it. Now I can ruin it for him.

Thor has left the chat.

Steve: So that’s all? That your family?

Y/N: It was stressful and tragically. My little babies

Steve: You know they are just characters, right?

Clint: Oh buddy.

Steve has been disconnected.

Y/N has left the chat.

Clint: Better run big guy.

Clint: Unless you wanna get Lucilled.

Clint has left the chat.

Bucky has joined the chat

Bucky: So T’Challa lied

Bucky: Wait WHAAAAAAT?

Bucky: Am I Dreaming?

Bucky: This is just a nightmare right? Yeah.


Bucky has left the chat.

Nat: I swear to God, they need help. ASAP.

Nat has left the chat.



Shitty i know. sorry.



Plus thank you for 610 :)

“Come Back With Me.”-(Negan)

Originally posted by onlylostmemoriesx

Characters- Rick, Michonne, Rosita, Negan and (Y/N)

Warnings- None?

Pairing- Negan x Reader

Word Count: 1397

Summary- You meet the mysterious Negan for the first time, however things quickly spiral in a different direction.

I wasn’t there when my people attacked the Saviour’s outposts. I wasn’t there when the group got ambushed by the Saviours. I wasn’t there when the first exchange happened between the communities. I wasn’t there because I was caring for the children of the community. I was caring for my own girl.

But I was there when the man Rick calls ‘Negan’ appeared early for his weekly collection. And so was my child. 

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Hugs - Walking Dead Preference


When you hug, Daryl wraps his arms around you and he rests his head on top of yours as you rest your head on his chest listening to his heartbeat - it was the most calming sound in this world now. Daryl wasn’t the biggest fan of PDA but is things get rough or something gets a little close he would instantly pull you into him, it was comforting for both of you.


Yours and Ricks hugs are always rather delicate and last a long time. Rick has lost so much that every time he holds you he treats it as if it may be the last - not that he (or you for that matter) would ever let that happen. He likes to pull you as close so he can run his hand through your hair lightly and press kisses to your forehead. He can not and will not let you go no matter what.


Carl knows you can fight, and he knows he can protect you but he still get a little insecure at times. He just wants you safe and you feel the same. Most mornings are spent with neither of you really wanting to let one another go in a silent fear that maybe that night wouldn’t be spent together. That fear is less common in Alexandria but it’s still there a little and so is Carls overwhelming urge to keep you safe and keep you in his arms.


Jesus has constantly watched many people be taken from him and killed and he never wants that to happen to you, especially when Negan’s men are around. Whenever he senses a threat to your life or the threat of you being taken by them or anyone else he will pull you close. He loves to wrap his arms around you from behind in a protective way just in case but this position also means he can burry his face in your neck in relief when he finds that you are both safe again.


Glenn has always been playful with you. He had always been soft and funny and charming since day one and even just before you started dating he would have a habit of twirling you around in happiness of seeing you - he was sweet like that. Now it was a normal thing and a way of relieving a little stress. You two would still mess around to relieve the pressure and to try and act as young as you were. Yes, Glenn was serious and a leader but with you in his arms, he was that little pizza guy again with a cheeky grin and high hopes.


Negan isn’t really one for hugging as such but he will happily throw his arm around your shoulders or waist when walking with you to show others who you belonged to. He was possessive but not so affectionate but you never minded - you liked being shown off to his men and the other groups. You liked being known as Negan’s number one girl and he would do anything to please you and make you feel like his queen.


Ron was always soft and affectionate in his hugs. He had never been in the outside world so he was one of the only ones to still have his sensitive and caring side still left. Ron loved to just hold you against him as you wrapped his arms around your neck, rubbing small patterns on your skin to comfort you. Even though he didn’t know a thing about how you felt, he did know that all you needed was a little comfort and help to get through it and he was happy to always be there.


YOU ARE MY WHITE BEAUTY (Negan x albino reader imagine)

Summary: Y/N is the only one in the whole sanctuary who is an albino. Negan is a fan of her beauty. But the days in the sanctuary are not easy for her because some saviors are mobbing her. What will Negan do?

(English is my third language but I tried my best. Sorry for grammar and word mistakes)


Y/N has been in Sanctuary for 2 weeks.
Dwight had found her in the woods. She was alone and hurt. Now she worked in the Sanctary for points. But she was different. She was not like the others. She was an albino. The only thing she saw in the mirror was white only white.
She had heard a lot about Negan, but she had not met him yet.
One morning she was woken up by Dwight.

“Come on you have to clean up Negans room”

She stood straight up and changed her clothes. She walked with Dwight through the long corridors

“You will not touch anything else besides your work, have you heard me?”, said Dwight with a strong voice

“I am not deaf, and I am not interested in men’s affairs”

Dwight looked at her angrily.
When they arrived in Negan’s room, she looked around the huge room. It was so nice. She had not seen such a beautiful thing for a long time. A huge and probably very comfortable bed.

“Stop looking around and do your work”

Dwight went back again 

She stayed in the room and began to clean up Negan’s bed. He was probably awake. At that moment, Negan passed through the corridors and held Lucille in his hand. When he arrived in his room, the door was open. He slowed his steps. When his room became visible, he saw Y/N.
He was admired.
She was so beautiful, so fantastic. He walked slowly into the room and looked more closely at the girl. She did not see him, she folded the blanket. He knocked with Lucille on the door frame, Y/N frightened and looked quickly at him.

“What do we have here?”, he said in a calm voice.

She was ashamed and looked down He went with loose steps to her until her faces were only 1 cm apart. He grabbed her chin and lifted it so that she looked into his eyes. 

“Look at this beautiful angel”

He went smelled her smell

“What’s your name sweetheart?”

She said nothing

“Ou our beauty is mute ha?”


“There she is, you are not mute, I knew it”

“No I’m not”, she said in a shaky voice

“You look pretty pale honey, are you okay?”

“I’m not pale

“What is it then honey”

“I’m an Albino”

“Albino? What the hell is an Albino?”

She was shocked that he had no idea what an Albino was.

“O , you don’t really know what it is?!”

“No, but maybe you can make an explanation”

She took a deep breath and began to speak

“Albinism is a condition some people and animals are born with. This condition is caused by a lack of pigment (colour) in their hair, eyes, and skin. A person or animal with albinism is called an albino. Many albino people prefer to be called a “person with albinism”. There are ten different types of albinism.
People with albinism can have white or light blonde hair. They can have very pale skin. Their eyes are blue, or rarely pink-ish. People with albinism can have problems such as bad vision and getting sunburnt easily. This is because people with albinism have less pigments in their eyes, skin and hair.Albinism is rare in the United States. One out of every 20,000 people in the United States has albinism. There are about 15,945 people in the United States who have albinism”

When she was finished she took a deep breath and said,

“Oh no I forgot to breathe again”

Negan laughed and was shocked that she did not worry about her own situation. She acted like everything was normal.

“Where do you know this everything?”


He began to laugh

“You are a smart girl and you have humor. I love girls like you?”

“I-I-I have to go”, she said in a shaken voice

She broke from Negan’s grip and walked away with quick steps until she heard Negan’s voice behind her.

“I would be very glad if you would visit me again”

“If I would not disturb you sir,” she said politely

“A come on doll it would be an honor for me”

She smiled at him and disappeared. Negan lay down on the bed, thinking about her beauty.

The weeks passed and Y/N and Negan got to know each other more and more.
Negan could not tell his feelings for her because she was a very shy girl. He wanted time.
One evening Y/N wanted to get something to eat and stand in the line.
There were a lot of people in the Sanctuary who were making fun of her, but she did not care because she was bullied at school too.
It was normal for her. But today it was too much

“Hey, you’re immune, or something why did not you turn to a walker, when were you bitten?”

A Savior said loudly and laughing

She turned to the voice 

“What are you talking about?”

“Are you kidding me look at your death skin. It’s so pale that I sometimes think that they have forgotten to bury you. When did you die tell the truth? ”

Many men began to laugh

“Where is your color sweetheart?”

“How old are you actually because your hair is so white How much 100???”

She had slowly tears in her eyes

“Sometimes I think if you’re a human being or an alien?”

They laughed more
They suddenly heard a whistle and a knocking. It was Negan. He had heard everything.
He quietly called Dwight to his side

“Everyone who has laughed at her and bullied her, you can throw them out to the walkers, they’re hungry,” he said almost screaming

The men becoma scared and went to Negan 

“Negan please, we were just having fun, please do not do that,” they said panicky Negan raised his eyebrows


He looked at Y/N and saw the flowing tears.

“If that was so funny, if it was really fun, why is she crying?”

He said seriously, looking at the men badly.

“I’ll tear anyone’s tongue out that says her something bad. No one can hurt her in my sanctuary, but if someone does they will be punished" 

Simon and Dwight pulled the men out to the walkers.
The men begged Negan, but Negan’s decision did not change. When they were completely gone, Negan held Y/N’s hand and led her to his room.
They sat down on the huge bed. Negan took her face between his hands and wiped her tears with her thumbs.

“Be proud of yourself.”

She looked at him with wet eyes

“I’m ugly”

He was shocked. How could she say something like that. She was the most beautiful woman he ever see.

“Hey hey hey I do not want to hear this again, I love your white skin, I love your rarely pink-ish eyes, I love your light blonde hair, I love your color. I love you the way you are ”

He hugged her, stroked her hair as she cried even more.

“Sssshhhh, I’m with you now, I’ll never leave you in my life, do you hear me, I promise you”

“I love you,” she said in a weeping voice

At that moment, Negan’s men were eaten outside by the Walkers.

Note: Be proud of who you are. Don’t be ashamed. Albinism is beautiful❤

Model: Beata V.


You looked away as the grinning brunette caught sight of your staring and found yourself facing your scowling father. His squinted eyes observed you, slowly, before flickering to Carl, then back to you.

“Don’t even think about it.”


“Nuh uh.”


Your body is still trembling from the aftermath of your orgasm as Rick spoons you. His chest feeling sweaty, but it doesn’t bother you, as his hand gentle caressing the soft skin of your stomach.
“That was..” He gets interrupted as Carl suddenly opens the door.
Quickly he throws a blanket over you to cover your body and you blush deeply as Carl stares down at the two of you.
“Really dad? Her? Isn’t she a little young for you?”
Even without looking at Rick you know he’s angry and it doesn’t surprise you as he gets out of the bed and pushes Carl out of the room to have a ‘talk’ with him..

Follow Your Heart

Summary: Reader is conflicted about admitting her feelings for Carl because she wants her father’s approval.

Warnings: none

Word count: 2,867


“Y/n,” he called from behind you. You quickly turned to face him but instead you ended up tripping over a branch and losing your balance.

You began to fall and as if by instinct you grabbed his shirt from where he stood in front of you and ended up bringing him down with you. When you landed he hovered over you, holding his upper body slightly above yours but his legs stayed down. Both of your breaths were ragged as you had just fallen on top of each other and the tension between you could be cut with a knife as you stared into each other’s eyes, awaiting the next move that would be made.

You saw his eyes briefly dart to your lips but they quickly left and moved back up to your eyes. You stared at him, wishing and wanting for him to finally make his move but he didn’t. But it was for the best since you knew you two couldn’t be together.

After a few seconds he removed himself from you and brushed himself off. Frustrated but relieved that he refused to do anything to further your relationship, you sighed and rested your head on the dirt and leave before taking his outstretched hand.

However, he pulled a little too hard and you ended up leaning into him a small bit as you tried to regain your balance. You looked up at him awkwardly since you two apparently could not separate from each other and he laughed, probably thinking the same thing. Except this time he didn’t move away so easily. He held you to him for a few seconds longer than necessary, all this time your hand still grasped in his. You could feel his thumb gently graze across your hand a few times before he finally spoke.

“Are you okay?,” he said quietly, looking almost as if he were in some sort of trance. You silently nodded, afraid your voice would give away how badly you wanted him to kiss you in that moment.

Eventually, he let go of your hand and took a few steps backwards while saying, “We better get back. It’s getting dark.” He turned around and began walking in the direction of Alexandria, your home.

On the way back you walked next to each other in silence, you having thoughts about what had happened between the two of you while you were out. Although those were just two of the many incidents that had happened between you, you could still feel the heat from where his hand had been and the butterflies you got in your stomach when he landed on top of you. You just didn’t understand why he didn’t show any signs of your relationship going any further. He obviously felt something for you and you felt something for him so why wasn’t anything happening? What was he so afraid of?

When you returned to Alexandria, you turned to him with a small smile and told him goodnight but he stopped you from leaving so soon. “Why don’t I walk you?,” he offered, looking puzzled.

“Okay,” you agreed timidly, still unsure of what kind of impression he was trying to make. You knew you couldn’t let anything actually happen between you two because if your dad found out he’d make sure you never saw Carl again. You had been doing your best to hide Carl from your father and you’d been successful so far. But if things got out of hand you would have to kiss Carl goodbye.

You hated that the situation was so complicated. You just wanted to be with him but that was almost impossible with your father shoving himself into the picture. You desperately wanted to tell him how you felt but you could never bring yourself to do it, so you just always stopped things before they got too far so there was nothing to tell. Carl cleared his throat which snapped you out of your thoughts, which you pushed to the back of your mind to enjoy the moment.

You walked close to each other, down the street and past the other houses until you reached yours. You walked up and onto the porch before turning around to properly say goodnight before you went inside. When you faced him, he had moved closer from where he stood a few seconds before and you pressed your back against the door, becoming more nervous by the second.

Before you knew it he was walking towards you, his gaze never leaving your eyes as he did so. He swiftly moved a strand of hair behind your ear, lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something. Say it. Please say it. You desperately wanted to know what he was thinking, what he wanted to say in that moment but he didn’t speak and you knew you had to end it before it even started.

“Carl, we can’t..,” you sighed as you looked to the side to break eye contact with him. He looked at you for a moment before removing his hand, giving you a small smile and saying, “Okay. Goodnight, y/n.” He turned away to leave the porch and began walking towards his home. You felt awful for turning him down and you hated yourself for caring what your father thought about Carl as you watched him disappear into the night.

When he was no longer in sight, you relaxed the muscles you didn’t even realize you had tensed up, and scoffed at how difficult the whole situation was. You couldn’t imagine how it must feel for him. You so desperately wanted him and wanted to be near him and you knew he wanted that too but your fathers image of you was in the way.

When you finally entered your house, you were startled to see your dad sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for you to arrive. Normally he was already in bed by this time, which is how you were able to hide your outings with Carl all this time. But there was no way he didn’t know now.

“Were you with him?,” he asked plainly.

“Dad, don’t d-,” he cut you off.

“Y/n, just answer the question.”

“Fine. So what if I was?,” you challenged, frustrated that he cared so much about this. You should be able to spend time with whoever you want, whenever you want. It was the end of the world for crying out loud, it’s not like there was many people even left.

He grunted and left the room. “I told you to stay away from that boy,” he said angrily. Completely over the situation, you rushed up the stairs to your room to get away from him. You needed time alone, without the pressure of your father or the guy you had feelings for. But you couldn’t get it out of your head.

You remembered an argument you’d had with your father. You remember him telling you he didn’t think Carl was someone you should be interested in because he viewed him as a “reckless delinquent”, which you didn’t understand at all. Yes, Carl did try to go to the sanctuary and kill Negan but only for the good of the group, only because Negan was hurting our family and he wanted to do something about it. And yes he did often make threats to Negan telling him about how he didn’t actually have the guts to kill Rick or even him, but his anger is understandable.

You told your father those exact words and also that he should actually get to know Carl before he starts judging him. And you also remember your fathers response: “I don’t care if he’s the nicest boy on Earth. If he’s gonna mess around and do dangerous shit like that, I don’t want you involved.”

By this point you were so outraged at your dad that you raced up the stairs and slammed your bedroom door behind you. You remember crying that night, hating your father for not even considering how you felt, his rage the only thing standing in your way. You hated that something so small like another persons opinion could keep you from following your heart.

Now you sat in the same position as you were that night, crying at how stupid you felt for letting your fathers point of view hold you back from being with who you wanted to be with. You cried until there were no tears left, just anger, until finally only acceptance remained. You decided that tomorrow, you would tell Carl. You’d forget about your father for a day and do what you wanted to do for a change.


The next morning, you and Carl were in your usual spot where you guys always hung out: his room. You were doing the usual, reading comics, except today you couldn’t focus on anything. You had been thinking all night about what your dad said to you and how he felt about Carl but you didn’t care anymore. You at least needed to know how Carl truly felt about you. You needed to know what was real and what wasn’t. What he wanted, and what he didn’t.

“What are we doing?,” you blurted, trying your best to push your dads voice out of your head. He looked startled at your sudden burst but regained himself before answering.

“Reading comics?,” he stated questioningly, still a little caught off guard at your question.

“No, I mean us,” you explained, gesturing to him and then back to you. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know, y/n,” he sighed.

“Well, what do you want?,” you asked further since you weren’t able to get anything from the previous questions. However, he didn’t hesitate to spin the situation back around to you. You could tell he was getting frustrated but you could understand why, as every time he’d tried to make a move you wouldn’t let him or you told him you couldn’t.

“What do you want?”, he retorted.

You took a deep breath and braced yourself to finally tell him how you truly felt, what you really wanted but it wasn’t as easy as you thought it’d be. “I want you. I want to be with you,” you paused, thinking of your dad, “I don’t know…,” you trailed off, looking away from him.

“What don’t you know, y/n?,” he scoffed, beginning to become angry.

“Look, my dad absolutely hates the idea of you and I together so it’s kind of hard for me to go behind his back!,” you exclaimed, now becoming frustrated as well.

“You know, it’s kinda hard for me when you tell me you wanna be with me but stop every chance of something happening between us!,” he shot back as he paced over to you, his face now only centimeters from yours. Your breath hitched at how close he suddenly was but you didn’t back away, not anymore.

“I’m not stopping you now, am I?,” you whispered to him, your eyes glued to his.

With that he grabbed your face and pulled you in for the kiss you’d been craving since you’d met him. For the first time you didn’t feel the need to reject his touch, you let your mind revel in the feeling of his lips against yours. The warmth of his hands against your skin felt like heaven and your body ached for the marvelous waves of happiness that rushed through you.

You gently gripped his wrists as they were still held up to cup your cheeks. As if you weren’t close enough, he removed one hand from your face and snaked it around your waist, to pull your body into his even more.

Finally, after a few more moments of bliss, he slowly pulled away, brining you back into the issue.

“Y/n,” he said, sliding his remaining hand from your cheek to your shoulder, “Your dad can hate me all he wants but that won’t change how I feel about you,” he said adamantly. You couldn’t help but smile at his confession, still a little overwhelmed that he actually kissed you and that he still wanted to be with you even after telling him about your father.

“So what do we do now?,” you asked, unsure of what he thought you should do next. Should you tell your father? Carl gave a sigh in response.

“Follow your heart, y/n,” he suggested.

“I want to tell him,” you declared anxiously.

“Then that’s what we’ll do. And if he still doesn’t approve…,” he stopped in thought.

“There’s nothing we can do if he still doesn’t listen,” you explained cautiously, not very hopeful that your dad would actually hear you out.

“Y/n, I’m not gonna lose you after I just got you. If your dad can’t accept how you feel then he’s the one who’s in the wrong and he should realize he should’ve listened when you gave him the chance.”

“Okay. Let’s go then,” you declared, walking towards his door, preparing for the discussion you would soon have with your dad. You heard Carl’s footsteps behind you and felt reassurance that he would be there to help get you through it.

When you reached the front door you stopped for a moment, your anxiety becoming very apparent from the knot in your stomach. Carl took notice of this and placed a hand on your shoulder from where he stood behind you.

“You can do this,” he comforted. You breathed out and nodded before opening the door with what little courage you had left.

When you entered the house, you stopped in your tracks, the reality of the situation truly setting in. You turned your head to look at Carl who gave you a smile and intertwined your fingers and gently squeezed, providing more reassurance. You smiled back and began to walk into the kitchen, Carl following right behind you with your hands still interlocked.

Your father turned towards you and frowned when he saw Carl standing behind you. He looked briefly at your hand interlocked with Carl’s and tried to question. “Wha-,” he tried but you stopped him before he could ruin what you planned to tell him.

“Dad, I need you to listen to me. You don’t have to like what I have to say but you need to hear it,” you demanded, receiving a surprised look from your father. You continued when he raised an eyebrow, his impatience growing with what you could possibly have to say to him. “I know you don’t like Carl but we’re together and that’s just something that you’re gonna have to accept,” you continued. “And I know that you think he’s ‘dangerous’ or a ‘bad influence’ or whatever, but that doesn’t give you the right to tear him down every chance you get because wether you like it or not, he’s gonna be a part of my life. And you can’t change that,” you finished, anxiously awaiting his response. You weren’t expecting Carl to speak up but when he did it only made you respect him more.

“Sir, like she said, I know you don’t particularly like me but I am in love with your daughter and that’s not gonna change. I just want you to know that I would never do anything to hurt her or put her in any kind of danger. All I want from you is your respect. Nothing more, nothing less,” he stated. You’d never seen your dad look so shocked in his life that you didn’t know what he would do next, but finally he spoke up.

“Y/n, I know you can’t change your feelings and I’m sorry. I was just trying to protect you. After your mother, I promised myself I’d never let anything bad happen to you and I thought that included controlling your life, even the people you hung out with. I didn’t understand that I couldn’t stop you from following your heart and I’m sorry,” he concluded before turning to Carl. You gave him a smile, trying to fight back the tears that threatened to appear. “And as for you,” he turned and pointed to Carl, “I know now you’re not as bad a kid as I thought. I can tell from the way you stood up for yourself and for my daughter. But you better keep your word because if anything, and I mean anything, happens to her you’re dead,” he said sternly.

“I won’t let you down, sir. I promise,” Carl insisted while rubbing his thumb against your hand.

Then, without hesitation, your father reached out his hand to shake Carl’s. You’d never seen your father show enough respect for anyone except his father, your grandfather. To see him show this towards Carl was truly the first step in the right direction to creating peace.

Carl graciously took your fathers offer, and they both gave each other a nod creating the truce.

“Thank you, dad,” you whispered as you pulled him into a tight hug. He generously hugged you back and replied, “You’re welcome, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said when you pulled away.

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I Loved You Today, You Loved Me Yesterday

Pairings: You X Whoever
Warnings: Angst

They say that sometimes the person you love doesn’t deserve your love. And that may be true with some people but I never thought that it would be true with you. I always thought, no believed that you deserved my love if not more. But you took my love I held for you and ran over it like it was nothing, treating me like crap and laughing in my face like I was a nobody. But through it all, I still loved you. I stuck by your side, watching in the sidelines as you met up with other girls, laughing and getting to know them over me. I watched you come running back to me, your heart broken while mine was already in shreds. I let you weasel your way back into my tattered heart and seek refuge there like it was a place to keep you warm at night. Overtime, I started to re-embrace my feelings, letting you see how I truly felt. You told me you felt the same way, my hope getting up, the sky not even a limit this time. But just like that, you crushed my heart, breaking me into a million pieces like it was a game, and I was your consolation prize. My ego was bruised, my pride shattered, and my heart no more. In a matter of two days, you managed to rebuild me only to break me down again. And what’s worse is that I’m still there, on the sidelines, watching with deep never-ending sadness. Every time I see you, I remember the little reasons why I love you, the little details about you that makes you, YOU. I break everyday and you used to notice it but then you met HER and it was like I no longer existed. And what’s worse is that you’re both my friends. You both run around me like I’m nothing, only coming to me when you need something or want something. I feel like I’m just a tool to you. My love is going to waste on you while you love somebody else. My friends tell me to move on, but I lie saying I don’t know what they’re talking about. And it used to be, where I didn’t know what they were talking about. It wasn’t until I embraced me feelings for the first time that I came to terms with what I really felt. But I would still lie to them. I watch you and her be happy together and it breaks my heart. I want to be the one to make you happy, be your first kiss, your first love, your first everything, but I know deep down I won’t be. I need someone else to make ME happy like how I want to make YOU happy. It’s not fair to me to hold myself back when you’ve clearly moved on. I need another version of me, just so I can love myself as I love you. I always knew that I would love you like there was no tomorrow and you would love me like there was no yesterday.

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Request : hi hi hi! could you write something about a reader running into rick somewher and yelling at him for leaving her like the scene between rick and morgan from s3?? lots of angst nd fluff pls XD

Characters : Rick Grimes x Reader

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Warnings : vvv angsty, lots of yelling

With a short, pained gasp, your eyes flew open. Knowing immediately you weren’t in your usual hideout, which consisted of a hard, cold floor and hardly any lighting, you quickly leaped up from the soft cot, lurching to grab your rifle which had been left by your bedside. You stumbled, feeling a searing hot pain at your side, but managed to grab the gun anyway, and within seconds, your weapon was raised, prepared to fire. With a low grunt of pain, you gritted out a few low words, “Who the hell are you people?”

You had run into trouble when a group of men with guns had stormed your camp in the early morning. Luckily, you had heard them coming from a mile off, and you had just enough time to scramble up a tall tree before they had flooded in, kicking over the small, metal pot of river water which you’d boiled the night before so you’d be able to drink it in the morning. You had watched in fury as they rifled through your belongings, picking through your pack as if it were their own.

With a rather angry expression, you tugged your silver, and extremely expensive, wrist watch, off your wrist, kissing its face, before hurling it as far as you could. You were rather annoyed about losing your watch, which had cost your ex-boyfriend just under three hundred bucks, but you figured that losing your watch was a better deal than losing your life.

Your watch thumped against a tree, snapping a thin branch, before softly hitting the ground. The noise quickly attracted the attention of the men, who dumbly hurried after the sound, leaving one skimpy teenager with a handgun to see if whoever was living there came back to their camp.

As soon as the other idiots disappeared from your view, you prepared to leap from your branch, which only seemed to be a head higher than the skimpy teenager, and abruptly tackle him to the ground. Although, before you could jump, your foot suddenly slipping, and a gasp slipped past your lips. The kid’s head snapped up, spotting you just as you leapt at him, giving him just enough time to raise his handgun, firing blindly.

You had gasped at the feeling of a bullet tearing through your side, continuing to fall on top of the kid, knocking him out as soon as his head hit the floor. Knowing the other men would be back any minute, you grabbed your rifle and set off into a sprint in the opposite direction.

You had run as fast as you possibly could, one hand pressing at your side, feeling a warm wetness underneath your palm. And eventually you had reached the outer walls of a prison, surrounded by walkers. You had suceeded in killing a few of them, before you had crumpled to the floor, your vision fading quickly to a dull black.

These people, stood in front of you now, watched you in worry, some even with slight anger in their eyes. No one spoke, and you quickly grew angry, aiming your rifle at the ceiling and opening fire. The people flinched, some gasping, “Cut it out!” A little boy shouted bravely at her, before a man rushed round the corner, looking ready to break up a fight, only for his eyes to fall on you instead.

Immediately, his face dropped.

You stared at him for a long moment, your grip on the rifle loosening as you lowered it slightly. You took a few seconds to study his face, his hair longer, beard shaggier, his eyes holding a horrifying sort of grief, just beneath his lashes. His lips were parted in surprise, arms still at his sides, staring right at you with look on his face that made it seem as if he thought he was hallicunating.

You could feel tears burning in your eyes at seeing him again; just his presence felt like a godsend, just as you needed it. Your heart seemed to ache in your chest, lungs clenching as your breathing sped up. “Rick,” You managed to choke out, your rifle almost slipping from your fingers.

Rick glanced at the little boy for a moment, who you now realized could be no one other than the man’s son, Carl. He’d spoken fondly of the little boy when you’d first met him. Upon noticing that Carl was staring right at you, and could definitely see you too, Rick started forwards, already lifting his arms out to hug you tightly.

“No,” You snapped, your relief at seeing him again now long gone as you quickly lifted your rifle to aim right at him. He froze, raising his hands in surrender, while the others tensed, feeling threatened again. “Don’t you dare come near me, Grimes,” You snarled, finger hovering over the trigger, “You take one fucking step forwards, I’ll kill you. I don’t care if your friends shoot me as soon as I pull the trigger, I’ll kill you.”

“Y/N,” Rick spoke softly, hands still raised cautiously, “Listen to me, you don’t want to do this.”

You squeezed your gun tighter, clenching your door as tears welled in your eyes. “Yes, I do,” You swore, refusing to look away from him, and reveling in his worried expression. You knew he was scared, you could tell fromt he look on his face that he knew you’d shoot him if he stepped closer, because he knew what he’d done. “You left me,” You spat, a tear slipping down your cheek, which you immediately tried to wipe away by turning your head into your shoulder.

“Y/N—” Rick tried again, but you cut him off.

“You left me to die!”

The others looked stunned for a moment, all glancing between you, before finally resting their gazes on Rick to test his reaction. Guilt. He looked completely guilty, which only confirmed the group’s suspicions; you were telling the truth.

“You told me you were coming back, a- and you never did,” You managed out, voice shaking gently, “I waited for you, for days, weeks. And you never came back.”

“I couldn’t— Y/N, I didn’t—”

“Didn’t what?” You barked back, rifle still raised, “Didn’t have the balls to come back to get me? Didn’t care enough to try?”

Rick cut you off, looking angry, but still too guilty raise his voice too much. “I tried. I did. I tried to come back, but I couldn’t, the road was cut off by a herd of walkers, it was suicide,” He told you, lifting his foot to slowly take a step forwards, despite your promise to shoot him. You tightened your grip on your gun, readying yourself to shoot at him.

“I lost everything because of you,” You choked, another set of hot tears dribbling miserably down your cheeks, welling at your chin before sliding down your neck.

Rick’s eyes softened as he continued to move closer to you, contented with the fact that, despite him taking far more than one step forward, you never dare shoot at him. When he got close enough, he slowly pulled the rifle from your hands, pasing it backwards to the closest person: a rather annoyed-looking Korean man.

You trembled as the rifle slipped from your fingers, knees wobbling weakly, before your legs abruptly gave out underneath you. You crumpled, falling into Rick’s arms, who caught you with ease. You felt one of his hands move to the back of your neck, holding your head up which threatened to drop to the side at any moment, while his other arm secured itself tightly around your waist, keeping you upright.

Rick must have signaled to his group while your head was buried in his shoulder, because the next time you looked up, your eyes red with tears, you and Rick were alone. “I’m sorry,” Rick murmured as the both of you sank to the floor slowly, you falling limply into his lap as he sat back, legs out in front of him, “I’m so sorry.”

You sat in silence, unable to move from your position, feeling safer than you had for months with your head rested gently against Rick’s chest, curled in his lap as he held you tightly. Only the sound of your quiet cries, muffled by the front of Rick’s shirt, could be heard, along with the heavy, mournful breaths coming from Rick, who seemed as if he didn’t have any tears left to cry.

A minute or two passed before Rick spoke. “Forgive me,” He managed slowly, attracting your attention. You raised your head as he choked on his own ragged breaths, watching as a single tear trickled slowly down his cheek, which he didn’t bother to wipe away. “Please.. forgive me.”

You parted your lips, blinking away your tears as best as you could, only for a few more to slip down your cheek. “What I did—…” Rick tried, pausing as his voice broke, “What I did was.. c- cruel. Please, Y/N. Forgive me.”

You looked up at him for a moment, your hand resting gently on your cheek as a silent tear slid down your pinked cheek, flushed with emotion. You stared up into his teary, crystal eyes, feeling your lips tremble as you managed to choke out a few words, which would only make the poor, broken man cry harder.

“I forgive you.”

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Idk if you publicly ship, but if you do... #18 and Chandy. ❤️❤️

Thank you, love, for giving me this prompt! You’re so very sweet, and I really appreciate you taking the time to give me something to write! I apologize severely for the extremely long delay; I finally found my inspiration and I wanted to make sure this was perfect before posting it. I love you, my idol! ❤️

Chandler stomped across the set, the Georgia heat sticking to his neck. Usually, he loved being on set. It was his favorite place on earth. Today, however, he would rather have been anywhere besides on set. He was pissed and didn’t want to confront anyone.

It was all Andy’s fault. His boyfriend had been ignoring him for almost 3 days now. Not one of his text messages has been answered. Not even one of his phone calls had been returned. Chandler was past the point of caring now. If Andy wanted to give him the silent treatment, well fine, two could play at this game.

Marching over to the wooded area where the rest of the cast was, Chandler’s eyes instantly found Andy. He felt his heartbeat pick up briefly, but he forced himself to quash the feelings. Just as he cast his eyes away from his lover, he felt Andy’s eyes dart up to his face. 

It took all his will power to not make eye contact with Andy. Instead, he forced himself to keep moving, keeping his eyes downcast until he had joined Lauren and Danai.

“Hey, my man. You alright?’ Danai asked carefully.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just haven’t slept well the last few days,” Chandler lied smoothly. 

“Oh Gosh, I totally understand that. Always the worst feeling in the world; I’m sorry Chandler,” Lauren said apologetically.

“It’ll be fine. I just wanna get to filming so I can head home for the day,” Chandler said, sighing.

“Don’t worry, it’s a light filming day. Just a few scenes to work on, and then tomorrow is the big day where we shift locations,” Danai explained, patting Chandler on the shoulder reassuringly.

“Thanks, Danai,” Chandler replied, giving her a weak smile.

The sound of approaching footsteps dragged Chandler’s attention away from Danai. He barely had a second to realize what was going on before Andrew was right behind him. Chandler tried to make a quick getaway, but he bumped straight into Lauren, almost knocking her over.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry Lauren. I’m just so tired today, I wasn’t looking where I was going. I should go grab a drink or a snack from my trailer to wake myself up. Excuse me,” Chandler rushed out, spinning around in the direction of the trailers.

“You shouldn’t be wandering around alone if you’re not feeling well, Chandler. I’ll go with you,” Andy offered.

“Don’t,” Chandler snapped, his tone slightly colder than he initially intended it to be. He internally winced as he saw the looks of horror cross his friends faces. “I don’t need to be babied, I’m an adult who can take care of myself.” Without looking back, Chandler turned and made his way to his trailer. He made a mental note to apologize to Danai and Lauren later. He would blame his outburst on the fatigue. They would buy the lie, the always did.

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“Family” Part One, Norman Reedus x Reader

Words: 1,749

Norman Reedus x Daughter Reader

Request from Anon: Hi can you write an imagine where the reader is normans daughter & he shows up at her house one day after being absent all her life, & shes all pissed off but he convinces her to visit him for a while & people go wild following her around and stuff

Warnings: Swearing

a/n: Yay my first request! Hope you like it and it’s what you were hoping for! The request was too much to put into one so I’ll post part two soon!

Originally posted by reedusnorman

I was walking home from school with my friend, Anna. We had gotten out of soccer practice late, which meant her mom couldn’t pick us up before her night shift at the hospital.

“That was one hell of a practice, I am beat. I’m probably going to pass out once I get home.” I say, looking around and seeing the amount of traffic in New York.

“You promised me you would start watching The Walking Dead tonight!” She whined.

“Maybe tomorrow.” I lied. Anna has been obsessed with that TV show since the minute it aired on television, and now that it was on Netflix, she was begging me to start it. I told her I would just to shut her up, with no real intentions of ever actually watching it. All I know about it is that there’s some attractive man named Rick who’s the main character and they kill zombies.

Zombies were so not my thing.

“Promise me, Y/N.”

“I will, now leave me alone about that stupid show.” I roll my eyes, walking up to my apartment building. “I’ll see you on Monday, alright?”

“See you! Can’t wait to hear what you think about it!”

She walked away, leaving me to walk up to your apartment by myself. I grab my keys from my bag and walk inside, immediately dumping my soccer bag and backpack on the door. I take off my shoes at the door as well, since my mom has a “no shoes in the house rule”, which is stupid. Our place isn’t even clean- it’s never clean. Our apartment is a mess. My mom works two jobs which means she’s never at the house, and I’m always either at school or soccer. We don’t have time for much else, and on that off chance, we’d rather spend it relaxing.

I see my mom’s room light off, meaning she is still at work. I sigh, knowing how hard she works for us to make it here. She’s raising me, a teenage girl, all by herself since my dad bailed on us when I was a baby. Well, I call it bailing. She still defends him to this day, saying that he is “just a busy man.” A busy man who never happens to drop by and meet me, or even introduce himself. I don’t even know his name. My mother refuses to talk about it, but I know she’s still in love with him. He must have been a hell of a guy to leave my mother in a trance like that.

I walk to my room, grabbing a towel before rinsing off in the shower. The only thing I hate about sports is that it makes you stink and sweat.

As I’m washing my hair, I hear the front door open. My mother is talking to someone, but I don’t think much of it. She’s probably on the phone with someone. I finish up and dry off, wrapping a towel around my body.

I open the bathroom door, noticing she is standing there with a man. He looks at me odd, almost a look of sadness. I wrap my towel around me tighter, blushing, and I run quickly to my room. I got dressed in pajamas, but didn’t dare leave my room. God no, not after I just walked out in a towel in front of who I presume to be her hookup of the night.

I turn on my TV and sink underneath the covers, embarrassed and tired. I hear my mom and the mystery man talking in the living room. It sounded like they were trying to whisper to each other, but it came out more as a quiet shout. I was about to turn the TV to a louder volume before I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in.”

My mom appears in the doorway, giving me a slight smile.

“Do you mind coming out here for a minute?” She asked. “I have someone I want you to meet.” I look at her confused, why would she want me to meet one of her one night stands? Maybe it’s more serious than I thought.

I get up out of bed, following her into the living area where the man is sitting on the couch. He’s dressed like a biker, wearing black jeans and a leather jacket along with a black hat. His hair is dark and long. Something about him looks familiar, like I’ve seen him before, but I can’t quite figure it out.

“Um, hi.” He looks nervous. I don’t know what for- I’m wearing pajamas with pugs on them for god’s sake. I’m not a scary girl.

“Hi.” I say back calmly, still trying to figure out what I’m doing meeting this man.

“Y/N, this is Norman. He’s, um… He’s your father.” My mom takes a seat next to him.

“Cool, can I go back to my room now?” I say blankly. ‘Don’t act like you care. Don’t act like you care.’ I think to myself. I’m not quite sure why this is my first thought and action to learning this man, Norman, was my father. A form of self-preservation, I suppose.

“Y/N…” She looks shocked. Norman, or as I guess I should now refer to him as Dad, looks like the most vulnerable man on earth in that moment.

“I mean, it’s cool and all that you’re showing up my life now, but you’re a bit too late. Should’ve showed up when I was five, then maybe I’d have welcomed you with open arms.” I say, shrugging. “I’ve gone seventeen years without you, and so has my mom. We’ve done fine without you. We don’t really need you now. But, again, thanks for the visit. Cool to finally see what you look like.”

Neither of them say anything as I shut myself back into my room. Tears fall down my face the moment I’m alone, leaving me to cry into my pillow to cancel out the sounds.

“God, you just stood there saying nothing, Norman! What the hell!” I hear my mom yell.

“What did she mean when she said ‘cool to finally see what you look like?’ ” Norman asked in a questioning tone. This caught my attention. My mom stayed silent. “Why did she act like she had never even heard of me?”

“I didn’t tell her. It was for her own good, Norman.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! I’ve been telling you for YEARS that I wanted to meet her, that I wanted to take her do cool things, and you always said she was busy or didn’t want to. You never mentioned the fact that she didn’t know I fucking existed! It takes me showing up randomly!”

My stomach feels like it’s going to fall out of me. I feel like I’m going to throw up- no, pass out, even. I’ve gone this entire time thinking that he wanted nothing to do with me. I have spent so much time hating this man, who I thought hated me, for what? To find out that everything that I thought about him wasn’t true?

I open the door slowly, really feeling like I might pass out. He’s pacing around the floor, and my mom is still on the couch.

“I changed my mind about wanting to talk.” I say quietly.

“We have so much to discuss.” My mom begins.

“Actually, mom, do you mind if him and I talk? Privately?” I look over at him, and he nods.

“Oh.” She frowns, but doesn’t say anything more.

“Let’s go get coffee or somethin’, kiddo.” Norman asks.

“It’s six in the evening and I’m in my pajamas.” I frown. “But, I can change if you really want to.”


I change quickly, and take a deep breath as I look at myself in the mirror. This was not how I imagined my night going in the slightest.

“Okay, I’m ready.” He opened the door for me as I walked out.

“So, Y/N, I know this is weird for you.” Norman says. “But honestly, I didn’t know you didn’t know about me. That was a real fucking wake up call for me today.”

“It’s fine.” I lied.

“Not really.” He sighed. The warm breeze of summer air hits me in the face, instantly relaxing me.

“If you’re willing to try, I am, too. Just don’t expect for me to start calling you dad.”

“What? Why not?”

“Because I call my boyfriend that.” I tried to make a joke, but his face fell flat. “Sorry, I make really bad jokes when I’m nervous.” I quickly explained myself.

“That’s definitely something you got from me.” He laughs.


“Norman!” A girl screams from the street.

The coffee was good, we chatted about ourselves. Well, mostly he asking me questions about myself. I didn’t get to ask him much, he seemed so interested in my life. I could see people staring at him, and even saw someone snap a photo of him. I thought that was weird but my dad didn’t seem to notice or care, so I didn’t bring it up.

“Norman!” The girl yells again, running towards us.

Suddenly, a group of people were surrounding us. I squeezed through the crowd, trying to get away. When I looked back, my dad was in the center of the people, everyone reaching out for him. He noticed me staring at him with wide eyes, and he excused himself as he pushed past the crowd.

“Grab a taxi!” He mouthed. I signaled down a taxi, one almost immediately pulling over. I opened the car door, getting inside as my dad followed.

“What the hell was that?” I looked at him frantically.

“Yeah, about that…”

“What are you, famous or something?” I ask, laughing but being entirely serious.

“You could say that.” He shrugged.

“Who are you?”

“You ever seen The Walking Dead, kid?”