carl side


Aries: Frank
Taurus: Debbie
Gemini: Fiona
Cancer: Sheila
Leo: Kev
Virgo: Jimmy
Libra: Veronica
Scorpio: Mandy
Sagittarius: Carl
Capricorn: Karen
Aquarius: Lip
Pisces: Ian

“Traditions” Carl Grimes x Reader

Word Count: 2,742

Carl Grimes x Reader, Maggie and Glenn x Adopted Daughter Reader

Summary: When you and Carl sneak out of Alexandria to “explore”, you find more than you bargained for in an abandoned house.

Warning: Fluff, drug use (marijuana), mentions of sex, implied smut, language, angry parents lol

Originally posted by monasax

“Are we still meeting up tonight?” You ask Carl as you hold Judith, bouncing her up and down on your hip.

“Yeah. We just have to be more careful this time. My dad almost caught me sneaking back in last time.” Carl says, taking Judith from your hands.

You and Carl had been dating ever since you got to Alexandria, and ever since you two got here, you’d sneak out a few times a week to go “exploring” outside of the walls. More often than not, you’d end up just going to the cabin that was a few miles outside of Alexandria to have sex, but occasionally you two actually went exploring around the abandoned neighborhoods. It was sort of a tradition now.

“I’m surprised I haven’t got caught yet. Maggie and Glenn are always up at random hours of the night for god knows why.” You respond. You and your parents were a part of Rick’s group ever since the beginning, but they had gotten killed during the attack of Hershel’s farm. Ever since then, Glenn and Maggie have acted as parents towards you, and you couldn’t be more thankful.

“Probably because they want to wait until you’re asleep to-“

“Ah, stop there.” You put a finger to Carl’s lips, making him laugh. “I don’t want to think about that.”

“If you can’t talk about it, you shouldn’t be having it.” Carl said in a mocking tone, repeating what Maggie had once told the two of you when she had walked in on a rather heated moment.

“Ah, shut up.” You playfully roll your eyes.

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Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 3

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 3

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: The Grimes household receives an unexpected guest during dinner.

Warnings: NSFW as always! But not sure if smutty enough for y’all to enjoy :|


Note: This is getting out of haaand lol I couldn’t stop writing these two, thanks to @babyblues915‘s awesome request and everyone’s awesome feedback! Not sure though if I’d continue with this, if you guys have any ideas for another part, hit up my ask!

“What happened to you?”

You gasped and spun on your heels at the sound of Carl’s voice. You clutched your chest and leaned against the kitchen counter, a glass of water in one hand. “Jesus, you frightened me!” you scolded.

Carl was carrying Judith in his arms, his eyes scanning you from head to toe with a frown. You looked away and proceeded to drink, hoping that Carl wouldn’t get suspicious as to why you looked well and utterly fucked. You didn’t have time to fix your hair, it was tangled all over and your lips were swollen from Negan’s rough kisses. Your whole body still tingled from the aftershock of a mind-numbing orgasm and it was hard to cover up the way your skin was flushed pink.

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Trigger Warning: Trigger Warning: Self Hatred, Body Issues
Pairing: reader x Carl
Summary: Reader is feeling insecure about her body since she is curvy, but boyfriend!Carl comes in and lets her know otherwise 

Hope you enjoy, more to come guys!! 

- ramona 

You sat in front of your mirror, eyeing down every inch of your body. You were in a tank top and underwear, you felt tears stream down your face as you grabbed at the tummy that was in front of you. You looked at your legs, you tears hitting the floor below you and dig your nails into your huge thighs out of frustration. 

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Part 1

“No, no, Rick. Please, stay. Maggie’s baby is ok. She just needs to rest.” You beg and cling to his arm.
Your whole body is trembling with fear of what’ll happen when you don’t stop them.

It’s still surreal to live with them. To be a part of ‘Team Family’, but that’s how your life is now.
You still wonder if this is an alternative universe and if you’ll go back in your old life, where this world is just a tv show, when you die.
But not today. Today you’ve to try to save Glenn and Abraham from getting lucille’d.
Even when you can’t tell them how you know about this without sounding completely nuts.

“I know you’re worried, (Y/N).” Rick says and sends you an encouraging smile. “But everything will be ok, I promise.”
“No! You don’t understand. Please, drive tomorrow.” Your voice sounds hysterical and high pitched, leaving Rick wondering what’s going on with you.
Deeply sighing about your behavior he just squeezes your shoulder before turning to Sasha and Carl.
Not knowing what to do, you pull out your gun and aim at one of the wheels of the RV as Sasha suddenly takes it out of your hand.
“Damnit (Y/N), what’s wrong with you?” Blue eyes sparking angrily at you. “You stay here.”
“What? No.”
“Come, I’ll bring you in the house.” Sasha says softly, her grip around your forearm tight as she pulls you away.
“You don’t understand! They know you’re coming! Negan knows!”
Shocked about your own words you press your hands on the mouth, don’t notice about the glare Sasha sends Rick.
Then all happen so fast as Rick rushes towards you, pulling his python out of the holster as a kind of warning. “How do you know that? Are you a spy?”
“What are you doing, dad? She’s our friend since Atlanta.” Carl tries to calm his father.

“Answer me! Did you do that to Maggie?”

“No, she’s my friend. I-I, uhm, just having a bad feeling.” You stutter, but Rick doesn’t seem to believe you.
“Sasha, bring her in the cell.”
“Now.” Harshly he interrupts her and she nods, bringing you away.
You lost, even with your knowledge about the future events.


With your arms around the knees you sit against the wall and wait for their return. The night is already over and your eyes swollen from crying as the door opens and Rick steps in.
“You were right.” He says and slips down on the wall next to you. “You.. you were my best friend, a-after Lori, what you did for Carl.. this family, our family..”
His voice breaks as a chocking sob leaving his mouth while you trying to remember what happened in the time before you wake up in the bed a few days ago.
Besides your normal life, where Rick is Andrew Lincoln and everyone is happy and alive.
The only thing you found out until now is that you’re with them since the beginning. And that Rick’s your best friend.
But what else?
With whom are you also close besides him and Carl?
What was your part when the Governor attacked? Terminus?
Is it like you’ve imagined in your daydreams or completely different?

“I’m not…”
“Yeah, you’re not a spy. He also said that.” He mumbles and your eyes widen.

He asked him?

“Maybe you’re both liars.” Suddenly he jumps up to his feet and stares down at you. “I should kill you, but I can’t. I can’t.”
“Rick, listen to me.” You reach out for him, but quickly he steps back.
Like a beaten puppy he looks at you one last time before leaving and locking you in the cell.


The following days you’ve to stay in the cell.
Once a day Michonne let you out so that you can at least use the bathroom. At the beginning you tried to talk and convince her that you’re on their side.
But she ignored you, even when you could read in her eyes that she believes you.

Who’s more on your side is Carl.
From time to time the boy visited you, quietly talking about what happened.
And his wish that it’d be him who kills Negan.
One evening he asked you jokingly if you could tell him how Negan will die. The response was a hysterical giggle and a ‘hopefully painful’.

How should you explain that Negan is still alive in the comics?

The worst moments of the day were when Rick came with a tablet with food and water. Intense blue eyes bored in yours like he could leech the truth out of them.
No one of you spoke in this time and it makes you sick in the stomach. You wish he’d trust you again so that you can help to beat Negan and the Saviors.
But he doesn’t let you.

And then the day is here.

Even through the small window under the ceiling you can hear his voice. A cold shudder runs down your spine, because the voice sounds so different than on TV.
More mockingly, more intimidatingly and there’s something else you can’t define.
You stand on tiptoe to look through the window, but can’t see anything else than a few pairs of shoes.


You can’t hear what else Negan says, because there are other voices, but you aren’t surprised as you hear footsteps on the stairs and the cell door a second later.
“Hi Negan.”
“Fuck, you were right. She’s a fucking visionary.” Negan snickers and you turn around to him and Rick.

He’s looking different than on TV.
A little bit younger, taller and more muscles. But the rest is the same.
White shirt, leather jacket, the red scarf. And the cold amused sparkle in his eyes like everything is just a joke.
Thickly swallowing you look at the baseball bat in Rick’s hand.

“And now let her out, she ain’t an animal.”
“Bu-but..” Rick stutters, but Negan interrupts him by raising his finger.
“Lemme ask you something, Rick.” With a devilish grin he turns to the ex sheriff. “What do you know about women?”
Flabbergasted the man stares at the taller man, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.
“Don’t fucking worry, it was a rhetorical question.” Again the snicker which makes you shiver. “And now come, uhm?”
“(Y/N), let’s get you out of this fuckhole.”
The smile which Negan sends you appears different than the ones you know from TV.
Less mockingly and more warm.
Maybe you could use that to your advantage.
To the advantage for all of you.
“Thank you, Negan.” You smile, ignoring Rick who shoots you a glare.
“My pleasure.” The leader winks and gestures to the open door. “After you.”

The whole time you’ve to stay with Negan.
There’s no way to stop Carl from threatening the two Saviors or telling Rick that the two missing guns are in Spencer’s house without them getting suspicious why do you know that.
Your eyes fall on Daryl as you stand on the fence and Negan whispers to Rick before turning around to you.
“Time to say goodbye, visionary.” Negan smirks while you try to think about to get at least Daryl out of the situation.
“I’m coming with you.” You quickly say. “In exchange for Daryl.”
“Well, I appreciate the offer. I fucking do, but no.”
“(Y/N).” Rick mumbles broken behind you.
Not knowing what you should do you press your lips to Negan’s ear and quietly start singing Easy Street.
His eyes widen surprised as he pulls back from you, but it only lasts for a second before the shit eating grin is back.
“Al-fucking-right, it’s your lucky day.” Negan says towards Daryl before turning his attention back at you. “And you, in one of the trucks. Now.”
“I-just.. just.”
You’re insecure if this was the right decision as suddenly Rick pulls you in a hug and Negan sighs annoyed.
“I’m sorry.” He chokes out.
“It’s ok.” You mumble. “Just don’t trust anyone, promise me.”
“What do you… Who?”
“Time’s over.” Negan sneers and wraps his arm around your waist to pull you away.
The last thing you see, before you’re pushed in one of the trucks, is Daryl’s attempt to get to you while Rick drops to his knees.

The Side Look of a Barcelonese #840 : “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate” (Carl Gustav Jung) © Eva Pappas :

The Side Look of a Barcelonese #840 : “Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate” (Carl Gustav Jung) © Eva Pappas :


Originally posted by midqueenally

*has not been proof read yet, sorry for the wait! * x

“Come on sweetheart; don’t give me the silent treatment!” Negan pleaded with you, sitting with your arms crossed and gazing out of the window. You continued to look out of the window, knowing you have to stand your ground firmly to get Negan to understand. “Did you hear something Carl? I swear I heard something, I just don’t know what it is.” You commented, making Carl roll his eyes. Sat between Negan and his sister was proving to be the most uncomfortable situation he had found himself in, it was bad enough he had to sit next to the man he tried to shoot less than two hours ago but it was made even worse because of the argument going on. “Y/N, it doesn’t matter anymore.” He tried to reason with his sister but was brought to a halt when she snapped around to look at him. “No Carl, he shouldn’t have said what he said and he knows that.” Briefly looking towards Negan, and then turning back to the window. “I said I was sorry to the kid Y/N! What more can I do, wife?” You scoffed and rolled your eyes at his ignorance. “Not say it in the first place, husband.” Now it was time for Negan to roll his eyes.

“Against the grain, kid… always against the grain.” Negan lowly laughed, dragging the razor across his skin. You stood behind him, Carl and Judith watching Negan intensely. Carl already felt uncomfortable with Negan being around his baby sister, feeling like he needed to be alert in case he tried anything. “Darlin’, pass me that towel.” Negan held his arm out, palm open waiting to receive the white towel from his wife. You picked up the towel off the rack, walking towards your husband; you pulled him around to face you. You began to pat dry his face, making sure to get the left over water and shaving cream. “You done being mad at me, sweetheart?” He asked a smirk present on his lips. You looked into his eyes, small smile on your face. “Now, how can I stay mad at that face.” You teased, caressing his face with your hand, giving a small squeeze. “Back in the good books kid, looks like sex is not off the table tonight.” He lowly chuckled, looking over at Carl. You wished he wouldn’t be so vulgar in front of your family. Carl picked up Judith, taking her to the kitchen to watch over the pasta that was cooking. “I’m going to miss your beard.” You sighed, eyes trailing over where it used to be. “I had to shave that shit, baby.” You ran your hands around his shoulders, joining them together at his neck. “That’s unfortunate, I loved the way it felt scraping my thighs.” You smirked, giving him a kiss before walking out of the bathroom. Negan watched you as you walked away, hips moving from side to side. “Control yourself.”

“Damn, that smells good. Baby, come and taste this.” Negan heavily sniffed the air, taking in the aroma of the bolognaise cooking. He took the wooden utensil out of the pan, holding it up with the sauce in the spoon, turning towards you. He raised the spoon, towards your mouth. You wrapped your lips around the spoon, tasting the red sauce. “You never told me you could cook Negan.” You questioned, crossing your arms across your chest. He chuckled, scooping up a second spoonful, sliding over to Carl. “Want a taste?” Carl stared up at him, a light scowl on his face, continuing to set the table. Negan continued to look at him, laughing, taking a taste for himself.

You all sat around the table, Olivia sat with Judith on her lap, Negan sat at the opposite you with Carl at the side of you. Negan began to tap his fingertips on the table, obviously becoming restless with waiting for dad. “I’m not waiting for your dad anymore; I don’t know where the hell he is but…” He announced, placing Lucille upright on a chair. “Lucille is hungry. Not only that, my girl is eating for two. She can’t be waiting around for her daddy. Well, her father anyway” Negan snatched the napkin off the table tucking it into the inside of his shirt, getting ready to eat with you blushing at his comment. “Carl, pass the rolls.” He asked, turning his head to look at Carl as he didn’t make a move. “Please.” He said, sounding forced. Carl looked towards you; you raised your eyebrows and shrugged your shoulders. Carl picked up the rolls, passing them over to a smug looking Negan. 

You watched Negan outside from the window, talking to a man in a grey thin jumper. Arat was stood guarding the front of the house, just below the stairs. You had no clue what was going on, when you felt a presence come at the side of you. “Why do you love him?” you heard the voice say, recognizing it as Olivia. You turned your head to her, with a puzzled look on your face. “And what makes you think you can question me about that?” You replied bluntly, annoyed this woman clearly judging your relationship with Negan. “After everything he’s done to us, your dad and brother? How could you?” You walked towards her, Olivia backing up a little in fear. “You want to know why? I’ll tell you. Because ever since this world went to shit, he has protected me, my dad sent me away. Making me choose between my husband and my family. That showed me he didn’t fully care, Negan supports me and our child. Sure, he treats you like shit but that is not my problem, you wouldn’t understand his reasons and I don’t expect you to Olivia. But don’t you ever question me and my husband’s relationship.” You backed up from her, walking outside to the porch of the house.

“Only thing missing is a pool table, nothing better than a good game of 8 ball.” You heard Negan proclaim, with a small glass of whiskey in his hands. You moved towards him, placing yourself behind the rocking chair he was sat on. “Hey baby, Spencer I’d like you to meet Y/N, my beautiful wife.” He said, as you placed a hand on his shoulder. He brought you hand to his mouth, placing a kiss to it before turning back to his conversation.  Spencer pointed over to another house opposite the one you were at. “House across the street has one in the garage.” Negan smirked, raising his eyebrows. “Oh Spencer, you may just be my new best friend.” Spencer smiled genuinely at Negan but you knew better. He was naive, thinking Negan actually had friends. “Such a nice day though, too nice to be cooped up in some garage, don’t you think? Oh, I got a better idea.” He exclaimed, standing up taking his leather jacket off the back of the chair. 

You knew there was a reason Spencer wanted to talk to Negan, and it was Rick. He claimed Rick to have a big ego, saying his mom used to be the leader of Alexandria before your dad came along. Spencer wanted to become the leader, follow in his mother’s footsteps. Residents of Alexandria began to gather around the pool table Negan had moved into the street, watching the game between Negan and Spencer. You normally could tell what Negan was thinking or plan out his movements but he was unreadable. You didn’t know what game he was playing, if he would actually take Spencer’s proposition into consideration. “You know, I’m thinking, Spencer. I’m thinking how Rick threatened to kill me, how he clearly hates my guts but he is out there right now, gathering shit for me to make sure I don’t hurt any of the fine people that live here. He is swallowing his hate and getting shit done. That takes guts.” Negan explained, taking another shot with the cue then placing it down on the table.

“And then there’s you. The guy who waited for Rick to be gone so he could sneak over and talk to me to get me to do his dirty work, so he could take Rick’s place. So I got to ask – if you wanna take over, why not just kill Rick yourself and just take over?” Your eyes wondered over Spencer, is that what he had wanted to achieve? To get Negan to kill your dad off, so he could take back control of this place, Spencer looked at Negan in disbelief. “What? No, no.” He denied, looking worried and confused. “You know what I’m thinking? ’Cause I have a guess.” Negan was inches away from Spencer’s face, looking him in the eyes. “It’s because you got no guts.” He whispered, pulling out his machete plunging it into Spencer’s torso. You heard gasps and cries coming from the Alexandrians, you in a state of shock yourself. No matter how long you had been with him, you still felt that sinking feeling coming to terms with this side of Negan. The cold, heartless side, always making you doubt your relationship with this man a little. “Ohh. How embarrassing. There they are. They were inside you the whole time! You did have guts.” Negan joked as blood dribbled out of Spencer’s mouth, him holding his organs in his hands.  “I’ve never been so wrong in my whole life! Now, someone oughta get up here and clean this mess up. Oh. Anyone want to finish the game? C'mon, sweetheart how about you.” Negan pointed over to you. “Now come on baby, don’t get soft on me! It’s just a little guts and blood, don’t be scared. I was winning as well!” He cooed, you stood in your position, not being able to move. You looked over at a young woman with brown hair, noticing her shaking with anger, staring at Spencer’s body with a rage in her eyes.

A gunshot went off; you immediately tackled this woman to the ground, shoving the barrel of your gun into her neck. “Shit! What the shit?! Shit! You just – You tried to kill me?! You shot Lucille!” you heard Negan going off at her, while all she did is stare at you. “You try and kill my husband, right in front of me?! The father of my child?!” Negan walked over to the bullet, examining it. “What is this? What is this? This little bad boy made from scratch? Look at those crimps. This was homemade. You may be stupid, darlin’, but you showed some real ingenuity here. Baby, move that gun up on that girl’s face.” You did as he asked, breathing heavily while your heart was racing. “Lucille’s beautiful, smooth surface is never gonna look the same, so why should yours?!” he roared, staring down at the girl. “Unless, Unless you tell me who made this.” She looked towards your husband. “It was me. I made it.” She tried to get Negan to believe her, but you knew he was too smart for her.

“You see, now I just think you’re lying. And you lying to me now?! Such a shame. My wife’s going to have to put a bullet into that empty head of yours.

My Lordt(A Richonne Review 7x9)

First, the whole car sequence was so amazing. I’m a richonner, but I am an AVID Walking Dead Fan and that was some top level riveting stuff.(300+ zombie kill /fast and furious style /tandem style/ clothesline style.)

Second, Gregory was bout to catch them paws from Rick, but Michonne know her man, and intervened. The handhold outside, gah! The way they were smizing at each other. I was like, “yep, absolutely.” If I was there, I would be like “kiss, kiss. Do it. Do it.“

Third, right before they walked into the kingdom, Rick was about to go off again with Richard, but then Michonne spoke up. Then, before they leave to enter the gates,Rick looked at her and paused for just a second until she caught up with him. Then she gave him a quick stare and small, barely there, smile. (Real tears are flowing. Okay, I’m dying).

Fourth, Morgan and Rosita are trying my last patient nerve. Like,Glenn died Morgan. GLENN. And Rosita, girlllllll, Sasha didn’t steal your man. I thought y'all buried that hatchet. (Y'all got bigger fish to fry. Stop being petty).

Fifth, The whole The kingdom, Ezekiel, Carol, Morgan, Daryl side story is exciting to me. (Lots of ships I ship in this. Lol).

Sixth, After the fast and furious slice and dice, Michonne was on the other side of the highway and had to run from her side and across the median to get to that SUV. Rick noticed this and waited for her, almost dying in a herd. He is shook when he gets in the car and in disbelief. He wanted to save Michonne, but she can save herself. (When your wife is more badass than you).

My overall favorite. Seventh, Michonne sees that Rick is shook and smiles y'all. I love me a Michonne smile(she was super cute). Then she tells him that they made it, that he could smile. He still shook, so she got a bit hood and told him, “WE can make it.” (Slight head roll and all, I live).When that doesn’t sway his view, she leans in and whispers, “We’re the ones that live.” Then I get shook, because damnit. Rick got turned on. That-whole-breathing-onto-his-beard-with-her-lips-parted-and-her-locs-obscuring-her-face-so that-is-the-only-image -you -have-of-her-and-Rick looked like-he-wanted-her-to-climb-on -top-of-him-and-let-Carl-Rosita-and-Tara-watch. (And me.That whole sequence was, gah.)

Eight, love that Rick and Michonne have faith in Gabriel. (Cause Gabriel was winning me over for a bit, but next week should explain his side).

Nine, Carl imitating mom and pops with Enid. They had some stares and handholds. (Mini ship it).

Ten, Rick can smile all day everyday. I want this. I need this. Michonne can smile all day. Same want, same need. (This was a great episode for Myself).


Richonne fucking me up y'all.

Originally posted by illmatic-halflife

Best Friend - Carl Grimes

Requested by anonymous.

“So, this is where we usually come to hang out,” Ron said, revealing a room on the top of a house in the far corner of Alexandria. You looked around, and tried not to look as impressed as you were. 

There was a stack of comic books nearly as tall as you were. A video game system was sitting next to a tv, and you were astounded that it actually worked. Carl kicked a can of soda across the room, and you scoffed a little bit.

“What?” Ron asked. “Not what you expected?”

“Yeah, I was hoping for much more.” Carl snorted a little, but everyone else in the room looked confused. Enid looked you up and down.

“It was a joke,” Carl explained. You rolled your eyes, and stepped deeper into the room, so they didn’t think you were straying completely away from the rest of the group. 

“So how did you get all of this stuff?”

“Scavenged for it,” Ron explained. You looked over at Carl briefly, and saw the slight smirk on his face.

“Yeah? Where did you get this Xbox from?” you asked. 

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“I thought you scavenged for it all,” Carl proposed.

“Well not us specifically,” he said shyly. “We’re not exactly allowed to go outside of Alexandria.”

“Probably for your own good,” Carl said smugly. You looked back at him, hoping to deter him from making this worse than it already was. Enid was rolling her eyes over and over again as she read her comic, and Ron looked like he was going to punch Carl in the face.

“It’s a lot worse than you could even imagine,” you said. 

“Tell us what it’s like,” Sam said, scooting forward. His brother shot him a look like the one you gave Carl. 

“It’s not just a story,” Carl snapped. “Things that happen out there aren’t fun. They’re dangerous. We’ve seen our friends and family killed before our own eyes. We’ve killed people. I don’t think you understand that it’s not just a video game-”

“Carl,” you said, softly, but firmly. 

“He’s right,” Enid said. You looked over at her, and saw for the first time that she wasn’t like the rest. She wasn’t as green as the rest of them. She wasn’t as awe struck about your group as the rest of the kids.

“How do you know?” Carl asked, genuinely curious. 

“She came here a couple of months ago. She’s from out there, too,” Ron said. 

“Where did you come from?” you asked. Enid just looked away, and you didn’t want to pressure her anymore, so you let it go. 

“We should probably get back,” Carl said, kicking the side of your leg softly. You nodded and stood up, taking Carl’s hand. 

“Thanks for showing us around,” you said to Ron, smiling at him as you touched his arm softly. “We’ll see you around.”

“Okay,” Ron said, looking only at you. You walked down the steps, stepping into the streets of Alexandria. Carl waited until you were a few feet away from the house, before turning to look at you. 

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing, I just thought you were flirting with Ron a little too long.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked with a laugh. “At least mine was fake, unlike the eyes that you were giving Enid.” He snorted and bumped your shoulder. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, blushing slightly.


“But come on, they are totally awful.”

“I thought you were totally awful at first, too. Maybe we just need to give them a chance,” you said, stealing his hat from him quickly. He laughed as you spun it around your hand as you walked. 

“Well, you know they’ll never become as close to me as you are,” he said. You smiled and wrapped your arm around his. He dragged you a little bit closer to him.

“I know. We’ll always be best friends.”

“Right, but you can still flirt with Enid.” He rolled his eyes and pushed you away. You laughed as you came walking back towards him. 

“And you can flirt with Ron.”

“Ew, no, he’s such a punk.”

“Yeah, he is.” You both giggled and you wrapped your arm around his again. 

“Promise me that we won’t let these people ruin what we have.”

“Promise,” Carl said. You smiled up at him and put his hat back on. “And in that spirit, I think I should tell you that Ron was totally checking out your ass.”

“Oh, I know. Also, you were checking out Enid’s.” He laughed.

“She was sitting down.”

“I know. You were still trying, though.”

“Shut up,” he said, blushing a little more. You laughed as he pushed you away once more, but brought you back to his side again. 

anonymous asked:

hey could you do a rick imagine using prompts 4, 19, & 38? :)))


#4- “I wondered where all my shirts went. Now I know.”

#19- “Well, when you put it like that, I sound like a dick.”

#38- “Okay, judging by the look on your face, you either want to kill me or have sex with me.”

TWD Prompts

“Thanks Carol, I really appreciate it.” You smiled as Carol handed over some eggs and bacon. You had asked for some the day before because you knew that you’d be cooking breakfast the next morning for a certain someone.

“No problem. And when he wakes up, you be sure to tell him that I had to beg and grovel for that so he better enjoy it.” Carol laughed. You chuckled in response and looked towards your staircase.

“If he ever does wake up, I’ll let him know.”

You and Carol said your goodbyes and you made your way into the kitchen to cook breakfast for yourself and Rick.

You and Rick had been sleeping over at each other’s houses for a couple  of weeks now. You’d always had a bit of a thing for each other, ever since the day him and his team stepped into Alexandria, but it was only recently that you’d been… expressing it, so to speak.

While making coffee to go with breakfast, you felt a pair of strong arms snake around your waist and stubble gaze against your shoulder as Rick pressed soft kisses to your neck.

“Mornin’ gorgeous.” He whispered.

You turned away from the coffee pot and hung your arms around his shoulders as he hugged you tightly and kissed you with a lazy passion.

“Hey Baby.” You purred against the kiss.

When the two of you pulled away from the kiss, he eyed your entire body up and down and a smirk crosses his lips.

I wondered where all of my shirts went. Now I know.” Rick chuckled, referring to the white t-shirt of his that you’d thrown on this morning.

“Good luck gettin’ them back, Grimes.” You teased cockily.

Rick laughed at your words and lifted you on top of the kitchen counter and stood between your legs.

“Looks better on you than it ever did on me, sweetheart.” He smiles sweetly.

“You’re cute.” You giggled at his sappy comment.

He continued to smile, your laugh being one of his favorite sounds recently. There were few things that made Rick deliriously happy and you were definitely one of them. Obviously, Carl and Judith came first but you joined the top of his priority list shortly after he met you. Thankfully, Carl took to you straight away and there was no awkwardness- you didn’t want to intrude or anything.

“Listen, I’ve got to go out on a run today, even though I wouldn’t mind spending the day with you in or out of my shirt.” Rick smirked, gently massaging your hips.

“I mean, you know I want you to stay… but I guess you have to go.” You told him while running your fingers over his defined collarbones.

“You sure baby, Baby?” he asked, starting to place feather-light kisses across your neck and throat.

“Rick, no,” you groaned, hating the fact that you have to reject Rick’s advances. “If you’re going, go now. Don’t tease,” You cupped his face in your hands, detaching his lips from your neck in the process. “Just please be careful.” You begged.

“Okay, fine. But, I hope you know I’ll be thinking about you the whole time.” He smiles.

“Good.” You smirked and kissed him lovingly.

You and Rosita finally finished fixing up a van that you’d found in an abandoned town. You both panted underneath the sweltering heat, but smiled nonetheless.

“Nice job.” Rosita nodded towards you.

“Thanks, you too.” You smiled while wiping some oil from your cheek.

Suddenly, the two of you heard a loud commotion coming from the gates and ran over as quick as you could. Aaron hurriedly opened the gates and the truck that Rick, Daryl, Abraham, Glenn, Sasha and Tara took on the run that Rick was telling you about earlier on that day drove through. You could only see Abraham and Sasha in the front, causing you to wonder where the other four are. Abraham and Sasha leapt out of the front of the truck with a great urgency and rushed to the back. You and Rosita proceeded towards the gate in confusion as you still had no idea what the hell was going on. What happened next sank your heart and made you feel sick to your stomach. Daryl and Glenn were carrying a blood-soaked Rick out of the back of the van and rushing towards the medical station. Tara ran towards you, knowing that you’d need to find out what happened.

“Y/N, listen to me, listen to me. He’s going to be fine. We’re gonna get him fixed up and get him back to consciousness and he’s going to be fine. But for the minute, he needs some space.” She explained calmly.

“No, you have to let me go with him!” You exclaimed, tears streaming down your face.

“You can’t right now, okay? We’re trying our hardest to get him back to normal.”

“What the fuck happened, Tara!?” You yelled. “It was a run! A simple run!”

“There was another group. We didn’t see them coming. They had guns and they shot at us and before we could react, they were shooting at us and Rick got hit. But he’s going to be fine.” Tara’s smooth, serene voice gave you a little bit of ease, but you were still itching to be by Rick’s side.

“Where’s Carl?” You asked, suddenly realizing that he’d be worrying just as much as you.

You and Carl sat in Rick’s lounge with Daryl, who was holding Judith and pacing worriedly.

“How long has it been?” Carl asks impatiently, bouncing his knee.

“Two and a half hours.” You replied almost immediately.

Daryl placed Judith down in her crib once she fell asleep in his arms and went on to continue to pace.

“Daryl, sit down. You’re making me nervous.” You sighed.

“Can’t. Fuck, it’s my fault. Should’ve seen them comin’.” Daryl growled angrily.

“None of you saw them coming, Daryl. You can’t blame yourself.” Carl tells him.

Daryl simply shook his head and continued to pace.

You bit at the skin around your nails in anxiety, your entire body beginning to shake.

Suddenly, Eugene’s head poked through the door and you and Carl both stood to your feet in preparation for whatever news he has.

“Rick’s gonna be just fine.” He announces.

You, Carl and Daryl all let out deep sighs of relief. Carl engulfed you in a tight hug as you let out tears of joy and then Daryl, the most closed off person you knew, wrapped his arms around the both of you.

“You can see him, but it’s still not wise to overcrowd him, so one at a time.” Eugene added.

You looked at Carl with a soft gaze and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Go on.” You smiled.

After Carl had gone to see Rick, Daryl persuaded you to get some sleep. At first you objected, but when you yawned mid-argument, you realized that Daryl was probably right. You’d taken what you thought was a quick nap and were woken up by Carl the next morning.

“Hey,” you coughed. “What time is it?” You asked, noting the sunshine soaking through the drapes.

“It’s eight a.m. You feeling alright?” Carl laughed.

“Yeah, must have knocked out pretty early. Your dad okay?”

“He’s fine. He was asking for you, but when I told him you were sleeping, he said that you should go in the morning. And it’s the morning, so…”

You smiled gratefully at Carl and ruffled his hair as you stood up, then going on to stretch your entire body. You strolled over to Denise’s house and asked to see Rick, a request that she gladly went along with. She led you upstairs and pointed you to the guest room, which was where Rick was resting. You leaned against the door frame and Denise left the two of you alone. You rested your head against the wall and let out a deep sigh that grabbed Rick’s attention.

Okay, judging by the look on your face you either want to kill me or have sex with me.” Rick chuckled, causing you to snap your head in his direction and let out an amused scoff. You walked over to the bed and cuddled up beside him, laying your head on the shoulder that hadn’t been shot.

“You scared the shit out of me, Rick.” You wept.

“I know. And I’m sorry. But I’m here now, okay? And I ain’t going nowhere.” He said softly while running his fingers through your knotted hair.

“Jesus Rick, I told you to be careful.” You sobbed. Rick rolled over to face you and winced in pain a little, but finally settled when he hugged you into his body.

“Look at it this way- you don’t have to leave my side for a long ass time.” You laughed a little, which warmed Rick’s heart as his last intention was to make you cry.

“God, I have to play nurse now? How exhausting.” You joked.

Well when you put it like that, I sound like a dick.“ 

“You are a dick.” You giggled.

Rick gasped in mock offence, then grabbing your waist and pulling you up to straddle his abdomen. 

“I’ll have you know, you love my dick, so shut up.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh, so you think sex is gonna be involved? Guess again. You’re going to wait ‘til you recover and then you’ll get lucky.” You told him, much to Rick’s demise.

“I better get to recovering then.” He winked.

A to B: Gimple’s Pattern & Rick/Michonne

I wrote this originally in response to a great analysis written by @rottenwasp here, but wanted to put this in the tag in case others wanted to read it. (I also edited and expanded it a little)

With regard to more confidence in 6B being “the time”, we know Gimple sticks to patterns – Rick and Michonne’s dynamic is no different.

The “A” half of the season usually presents the question (typically through Michonne’s eyes), while “B” presents the answer. (Note: I know season three was led by Mazzara, but I think the pattern still applies, albeit more loosely than seasons 4-5). As such, the “A” half of seasons is typically “lite” on Rick/Michonne interaction, while the “B” half is heavier by comparison – sometimes way heavier. Think about it like this: 4A had only a couple of scenes with Rick and Michonne interacting, but they were a family unit in 4B – almost all of their scenes were together. 5A barely had any Michonne at all (let alone Rick/Michonne), and then we get Rick/Michonne flirting in 5x12, whipped Rick memes, “I’m still with you,” etc. 

Here’s a breakdown of how I see the “A” questions, motifs, and themes being presented, and then resolved or developed further in “B” – starting with season three:

(3A) Michonne struggles to find a community; she rejects Woodbury.
(3B) Michonne begins living at the prison; thus finding a community.

(3A) Carl lost his mother
(3B) Michonne reunites Carl with a piece of what remains of Lori (photograph)

(3A) Rick doesn’t trust Michonne, threatens to leave her after she ditches the Glenn and Maggie rescue mission for her vendetta against the Governor
(3B) Rick accepts Michonne, going so far as to decide she is “worth all those lives” and rejecting the Governor’s offer

Season three was primarily about Michonne going from stranger to member of the group. From being alone to being with others. Carl was the beginning of this momentum and transformation, which is why it’s no surprise Carl was significant to Michonne’s character arc in the next season…

(4A) Michonne spends the majority of her time away from the prison (tracking Governor, medicine supply run). Daryl and Michonne even share a transaction about this: “Where else would I be?” “Running off.” “You know I’m not running off.”
(4B) Though tempted to start wandering, Michonne rejects her new pet walkers, the solitary life, and tracks down Rick and Carl after telling “Mike” that she knows the answer.

(4A) Michonne is reluctant to hold Judith; when she does, she breaks down crying.
(4B) We discover Michonne’s son died; she bonds with Carl, embracing her motherly-side again; “I’m done taking breaks.”

(4A) Rick wrestles with his dark-side, taking on farming as his own version of Aikido
(4B) Rick embraces his dark-side to protect Carl and Michonne; Michonne accepts this side of Rick.

(4A) Rick and Carl run up to greet Michonne with smiles on their face. “We’re glad to see you.”
(4B) Michonne knocks on the door of the home. Both Rick and Michonne are delighted. “It’s for you.”

Season four had to deal with Michonne and Carl’s relationship. It solidified a bond that had been growing since “Clear”. It’s about her as a nurturer, a caretaker, a friend. We’re shown Michonne accepting the side of Rick he had been fighting. In addition, we saw Michonne already beginning to look for “home.” She asks Rick in “Claimed” if the house they were staying at was “home,” and then agrees with Rick to pursue the maps to Terminus with hopes it’s a safe community. Season five continues this…

(5A) We see the beginnings of Michonne’s idea re: living, not surviving. She’s the first to pry Gabriel for information about his camp (“You said you had a church?”); she’s relieved when Rick says they’re going to D.C. with Abraham; she makes note of the fact that being out alone with just her sword “wasn’t a life. Not like today. Stumbling around in three feet of slime for some peas and carrots, that’s living”
(5B) Michonne makes the push for D.C. even though Shirewilt was a bust; she’s the one who convinces the group to take a chance with Alexandria.

(5A) We’re shown Michonne saying she doesn’t miss her sword.
(5B) Michonne reclaims her sword.

(5A) Michonne tells Gabriel she doesn’t expect anything from him; she just wants to help
(5B) This idea is furthered with how Michonne presents herself to the ASZ.

(5A) Michonne: “We need supplies.” Rick: “That’s right.” &  Michonne: “We will.” Rick: “We will.”
(5B) Well… just whipped Rick all over the place

Season five was about Michonne becoming a leader, about choosing to live as oppose to just survive, which is something we see continue into 6A. It’s about her ascending in the order of the group. She has become someone who cares about the well-being of all these people. They’re her family. We’re shown that Michonne is more willing to accept the ASZers and “help”, but she isn’t asleep anymore either. She’s well-prepared to fight and be on her guard.

(6A) Michonne cements herself as a leader; she charges over a group of ASZers after the quarry heist falls apart into a town; promises to get David home, though she fails; she tells Rick to stop making excuses and accept the ASZers; she takes Deanna’s plans, and she tells Deanna she wants to make the ASZ work.
(6B) I believe we will see Michonne become a co-leader to the ASZ, if not the outright leader. Probably the one dealing with the internal human affairs side of things. Managing the community. Making it a safe and enjoyable place to live.

(6A) David asks Michonne if she can relate to his story; he talks about how he fell in love with his best friend
(6B) HMMM.

(6A) We see Michonne watching Rick and Morgan holding a cup of coffee in a very domestic scene
(6B) Hmm.

(6A) Deanna asks Michonne what she wants; Michonne says she doesn’t know
(6B) … one can only assume she will find out.

(6A) “One day this pain will be useful to you.”
(6B) I suspect her pain will become useful because she will help Rick in the aftermath of what happens to Carl by relating her own trauma to him.

(6A) “We’re in here now, catching our breath. Anything else is just excuses.”
(6B) Hmm. lol

(6A) Rick has been fiddling with his wedding ring, but hasn’t taken it off.
(6B) Rick is taking off his wedding ring, symbolizing he’s ready to move on from Lori.

To mean it looks like season six is about what it means to “live” (now that Michonne has decided to do that). Deanna said she was happy she tried to make Alexandria a community with her family. We’ve already seen Michonne become a member of the group, to having a best friend, to adopting her motherly-side, to becoming a leader. What’s left? Putting it all together. Living. For her, that will be some amalgam of all we’ve seen. Falling for her best friend (Rick) as hinted at in David’s story. Reclaiming being a mother (to Judith and Carl). Ascending to leader in the ASZ (picking up her sword, taking Deanna’s plans, being the reason the group is at the ASZ in the first place).

Season six is going to bring all the threads of 3, 4, and 5 together. Rick has become the last piece of the puzzle. 6A set a lot of building blocks for “romance” in Michonne’s future (David, Deanna saying having a family made her happy, Rick dealing with his Lori hang-ups).

Edit: In short –

Season 3: Michonne + Community
Season 4: Michonne + Carl (motherhood) 
Season 5: Michonne + Living + Leadership
Season 6: Michonne + Putting it all together + Rick (lol)

Of course that’s an oversimplification, but that’s the basic gist. Michonne is acquiring these facets of her new ZA life, and season 6 is about merging them all together, and throwing Rick in as a bonus lol (okay he’s more than that, but you know what I mean – he represents romantic love, having a family, having that intimacy again)

Kiss Me (Carl Grimes x Reader) (The Walking Dead)

TAGGED: @localantisocial

“God Y/n. You are so damn annoying!” Carl complained. Y/n laughed, poking his side. Annoying Carl was the highlights of her days. They hated each other. Enid, however, insisted that their hatred for each other was simply sexual tension. “You too, pretty boy.” Y/n smirked. “Oh so you think I’m pretty?” Carl smirked, leaning down to Y/n. Their faces were only inches apart. “Because if I remember correctly, we hate each other.” His lips barley brushed against hers. She couldn’t give in. “Hmmm. I guess we are.” She pulled her face away and turned to walk off. Carl’s hands roughly grabbed her hips and spun her around. “Where do you think you’re going?” His warm breath hit her ear. She shivered. He chuckled. “Just shut up and kiss me, already!” She grabbed his neck and pulled his lips down to meet hers. So much for not giving in. “Sexual tension, much?” Enid yelled from across the street. Carl and Y/n, however, paid no attention to her. They were a little busy. Enid laughed as Y/n pulled Carl inti her Alexandrian house and shut the door without breaking their kiss.

little girl

warning: brief violence, swearing

a/n: feel free to request:)

You bit down on your lip as a burning pain burst through you.
Five minutes apart, shit.

You ignored the pain in your abdomen as Maggie, Jesus, Enid, and other Hilltop members ran along side you. You all sprinted towards Alexandria. You loaded your gun as you snuck through the back entrance. You rubbed your hand across your swollen stomach.

“You two sure you can do this?” Jesus asked you and Maggie worriedly.

You rolled your eyes and shot him a smile,
“I could do this any day. Can Negan?”

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Catch Me- Carl Grimes

Plot/Request: Anon requested- “Could I possibly request a Carl X Reader where They’re dating and both reading comics, but then the reader decides to play with him a bit like they did before the apocalypse (Like a game of tag/or just reader snatching his hat, lots of fluff remembering the old days of their friendship) P.S taking place in season 6″

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You ran around the house, a huge grin on your face. Carl chased you, trying not to slip on the clean floors as he whipped around corners. 

The two of you had grown tired of reading, and decided it was time for a little game. 

“You’re never gonna catch me, Grimes!” You yell, laughing as you dash into the large kitchen. 

“We’ll see about that, (Y/L/N)!” He threatens, chuckling with you as he follows you. He’d been running after you for at least two minutes now. 

You waited on one side of the counter, hoping to put him at a loss and also catch your breath. You huffed and puffed as did he, slowing down to face you from the other side. You laughed at the situation, and he gave you a knowing smirk. 

“What’s your move?” You taunt, rocking from side to side. Carl looks you in the eye before jumping over the counter and sliding onto your side. You scream and run the other way, but he’s too fast– catching your waist in a hug. 

“You’re it!” He laughs, tickling your neck. You throw your legs around trying to get lose but he continues his torture. You laugh uncontrollably and finally get lose, but only for Carl to turn you around. 

You face him, inhaling and exhaling deeply and slowly. He does that same. You both have large grins smeared across your faces, and meet for a kiss. But he suddenly breaks the kiss and dashes away. 

“Try to get me, (Y/L/N)!” 

Girl-lie You’re a Badass Motherfucker

Anonymous asked for a LONG Badass!Reader X Carl imagine.

Summary: Carl wants to kill Negan. Even though she’s a badass, (Y/N) thinks it’s a bad idea after what they saw.

AN: ‘hock-a-lugey’ means to collect mucus in your throat and spit it out. Also, I hope you guys enjoy. I’m not very good at writing badass’

Negan is a complete and utter asshole. It’s common knowledge among his Saviors, they all fear him because of it. The day he had rolled on on her group she had not shown her fear. It was clear to her that she would have to act with courage. He was no nice guy, and she would have to prove she wasn’t someone to play with.

When he had walked past her and Carl as they knelled side by side, Negan had called Carl a future serial-killer. Then, he had the nerve to make a joke about her being the serial-killer’s psychopath. Anger soaring, the girl ‘hocked-a-lugey’ at him. 

With a laugh he keeps walking, “Since I like your boy, I’m gonna ignore that. It’s outta the kindness of my heart, girl-lie.”

She sits up, heart pounding in her chest as she looks around the room. She sighs in relief as (e/c) orbs land on the beige walls of her room. Only a flashback, a nightmare, one of many since that night. He may think her a psychopath, but it could only be (Y/N)’s resting bitch-face.

The (h/c) rolls out of bed, stretching as she rises to her full height. (S/t) arms span out above her head and her mouth drops open to release a breath stuck within her lungs. Letting out a sound of content as her joints snap soundly back into place she struts out of her room. Since Denise was dead, and Tara wasn’t home, she had the place to herself. The eerie quiet of the morning, being the earliest riser of Alexandria, didn’t dissuade the girl a bit as she followed her daily routine. First, she would use her restroom for about thirty minutes, grooming herself and showering. After feeling good and ready, the girl steps out of the shower, pushing unkempt hair from her face. She dries off, dressing in one of the few pairs of clean clothes she has left; some dark denim jeans, a grey cotton shirt, and a plaid button up. 

Her boot heels click as she descends the stairs and slinks into the lonely kitchen, the stools are cold plastic. The air is solemn, and she can’t help but remember that Tara still doesn’t know anything thats happened. (Y/N)’s second, currently only, guardian was out on a run and would return in three days. She doesn’t know what to do for Tara yet, and she won’t know until the time comes.

For now, she settles on making herself some breakfast. When they had been supplied eggs from the Hilltop, she had been the first to ask Olivia for a carton. Eggs really weren’t her favorite thing in the world, but it had been some time since she had tasted one. As she sits at the counter, boiled eggs in tow, she revels in the nostalgia. The scent of bacon litters her senses, and as her eyes close she can just imagine her mom setting pancakes down at the bar before her.

Then her eyes open, and she is brought back to reality.

She is oblivious to the passing of time, sitting there, alone. Her ears are deaf to the sounds of the Alexandrian’s moving around outside. She is blind as Saviors enter her home and take her neighbors things.

It’s in that moment, she hears it.

“Why do you need those balloons, little girl?” 

Anger shakes her down to her very core as she slaps her bowl off the table. She storms outside with a storm brewing in her (e/c) irises. (Y/N) marches down the road towards the Savior who had decided to toy with Enid. She stops behind the brunette haired girl, a scowl on her face as she meets eyes with, a just as angry, lone blue orb. The hate in that one eye is almost enough to mirror her own as she looks the man up and down.

“Oh lookie here, the poor baby can’t fight her battles herself?” The Savior laughs, Enid looks back at (Y/N) unshed tears in her blue eyes.

“She can, but she doesn’t have to,” (Y/N) nearly growls holding herself back, “Why do you need balloons, huh asshole? Mommy never come to celebrate your birthday? Or, did she die trying?” 

The Savior’s smirk drops as he pulls out a knife and puts it to (Y/N)’s throat.

“You watch your tone, young lady.”

“Why? Did I hurt your feelings? Why don’t you run off like a good boy and tell your daddy Negan,” she sneers. The man looks at her with shock, fear momentarily flashes in his eyes. He doesn’t move the blade away until the girl reaches up and squeezes his wrist enough to make him drop the blade. His gaze lifts to (Y/N)’s angry face before he throws the balloons down in front of them both. After he disappears, her facade drops and she turns to Enid again. 

The poor girl looks like she could burst any moment. She knew how much the balloons meant to Enid, to Maggie. (Y/N) bends down and picks them up, with the green balloons in hand she turns back to the older teen and pulls her into a tight hug.

“It’s okay, Enid. Everything is okay.” She mumbles as Enid softly lets out a small sob into her shoulder. The moment doesn’t last long as they both pull back.

“Thank you, (Y/N).” She smiles, wiping her eyes as the other hands her the pack of green plastic

“That’s what family does, Enid.” (Y/N) smiles brightly as the other girls eyes light up. Their once hardened faces now only express happiness.

(Y/N),” The two girls turn to the knew arrival, Carl. Behind him, Rick sends the teens a look of disapproval. Of course (Y/N) knew his plan, she was all for following it until her family was in danger. 

“What’s up?” She shifts, eyebrow raised.

“They’re taking our guns, all of them.” 

She found herself in her house alone once again. The Saviors had left only an hour prior, and after a long talking to courtesy of Rick; ‘I understand why you did it, you just shouldn’t have.’ She had prepared herself a single serving of sloppy Joe, the leftovers tossed in the fridge for tomorrow and the next few days. Denise once told her sloppy Joe was Tara’s favorite, and it was the closest she had to ice cream.


After a long moment, she glances over her shoulder at the door. She was only halfway through her meal when someone had interrupted. Swiveling back around in her chair she continues to eat after a shout of:

“It’s open!”

The front door slams against the drywall, whomever it was seemed to have no care for her drywall. Hopefully they hadn’t opened a hole.

“(Y/N), Enid climbed the wall.” Carl breaks the silence as he skids to a stop beside her. With as sigh she places her spoon back down. Would she ever get to eat?

And? She’ll be back later,” she just wants to eat the rest of her portion, “She always is.” Hurriedly, she shovels meat into her mouth.

“No she wont,” he adds now almost amused by her rush to eat, “She said she’s going to see Maggie.”

“Seriously?” With a groan, and only one spoonful left, she regrettably tosses her bowl into the empty sink. Her focus returns to Carl as she grabs his arm and tugs him from the home. She stops momentarily to grab a skateboard from her grass before tugging him over to the wall.

“What’s with the skateboard?”

Dramatic entrance.” The girl smirks, winking to him before throwing the board with all her might. It just makes it over the top before she starts climbing.

(Y/N) lets go of the bumper of the car as Carl turns into a stray walker. Her arms come up, ‘borrowed’ extra katana slicing through the head of another walker who was flanking a lone Enid. She skids to a stop, turning to face Enid who looked to Carl with a questioning look.

“We decided to take a drive,” Carl shrugs stepping out of the car. Enid can’t help but smile even as (Y/N) lets out a laugh and kicks her board up to catch it with her hand. 

“Alright love birds, lets get going.” She states sliding the katana back into the sheath tied to rest on her back. She doesn’t notice Enid’s blush or the frown on Carl’s face.

“Hey, (Y/N), come check this out!” Carl’s shout pulls the girl from her thoughts. Spinning around the (h/c) jogs over to him after shrugging to a curious Enid.


“I found skates, want to skate with me?” He laughs jovially.

“I have a skateboard, why don’t you ask Enid?” As she turns around she is once again oblivious to the crestfallen look on his face.

“Carl, why don’t you just tell (Y/N) you like her?” Enid asks skating up beside him. (Y/N) had since taken the lead, she was by far the strongest of the three since Carl had lost his eye.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the look on her face looked as if she could smell the bullshit rolling off of him in waves.


“She doesn’t like me.” He protests, shaking his head.

“Tell her when we get to the Hilltop or I’m going to tell everyone you’re a chicken!” She laughs shoving the boy playfully.

Shut up!” He grumbles shoving her back with a laugh.

“(Y/N) wait,” a hand lands on the girls wrist turning her around, “I have to tell you something.” She turns around, eyes meeting Carl’s lone momentarily. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks at him questioningly before lips are covering her own. She melts into the boy eyes fluttering shut as she leans into him. After a moment they pull back and search each others eyes.

“I love you,” a blush appears on both of their faces as they both speak up at the same time.

“(Y/N), I’m going to kill Negan.”

“What- what the fuck, Carl? You can’t just spring that on me after kissing me!” She shoves his shoulders lightly, only a little ticked off.

“Sorry, (Y/N).” He sighs eye dropping.

“I’m going with you,” She frowns defiantly. 

“No, stay here with everyone. You’re a badass, (Y/N). You should take care of our family.” He nudges her towards Enid who stands a safe distance away. She glares back at him, but she knows this isn’t over.

Just as the truck pulls away from the Hilltop, and Jesus climbs in the truck he is greeted by Carl.

Up above, (Y/N) grins, ain’t no boy tellin’ her what to do.

It’s You and Me Part 3 - Carl Grimes x Reader

@voidlunaa @mylovedylanobrien


It’s You and Me Part 1 // It’s You and Me Part 2

Reader has to go back with Negan to the Sanctuary. She has to come up with a plan to escape him so that she can return to Alexandria.

Warnings: Swearing, Mention of Suicide?

Originally posted by lets-letmeimagine-posts

It was the worst feeling in the world having to let go of Carl when he held you.

“Please, Y/n.” He whispered as he held you tight.

“It’s the only way, Carl. He has to think I’m dead or he won’t let me go.”

“But I want you to stay here, with me.”

“I will, I’ll come back. I promise.”

You let go of his hands and stepped back, you could see Negan walking back towards the trucks, ready to go. Carl stared at you, his eyes full of longing. You kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear, 

“I’ll come back for you Carl Grimes. If it’s the last thing I do on this earth. You mean everything to me and even though I tried to hate you for what you did. I never could. So stick around. I won’t be long.” 

And with that you stepped up into the truck, as Carl jogged away back into Alexandria, you slammed the door shut. Negan came round the side of the truck.

“That kid wasn’t giving you any trouble was he, Y/n? Because you know I don’t like troublemakers.”

You smiled at him, “Nope, everything’s fine. He was just talking about how unfair the trade is.” You lied, rolling your eyes. “I don’t understand how though? It seems perfectly clear to me.”

Negan chuckled and nodded his head as he revved the engine. “Let’s go boys!” He yelled out the window to the rest of them. He pulled away and you watched Alexandria get smaller and smaller in the mirror. It didn’t matter though, you were going to be back.

When you got back to the Sanctuary, you went straight to your room and slumped on your bed. The drive had been long and it had been a pretty big day. You got changed and climbed into bed, you wished Carl’s arms could hold you right now but you weren’t sad because you knew they would soon. Once you lied down, you realised how tired you were and within a few minutes you fell asleep.

The next morning you woke up, got dressed and went to eat breakfast. Negan was there, he flashed a smile which you returned awkwardly. After eating, you went back to your room. You had to decide how you were going to get out of here. It didn’t make sense, you actually felt bad for Negan. He was treating your friends like shit but he had taken you in and you felt like you were betraying him by doing this. 

“It’s easier this way.” You said to yourself as you finished loading more clothes into your backpack. You had decided on a plan and you were praying it would work because you didn’t have a plan B.

You walked out your room and down the hall. You knocked on the familiar wooden door. A few seconds later, Negan opened the door to his room.

“Y/n? What a nice surprise. Come on in.”

You obeyed, you walked in and sat down in the chair he was gesturing to.

“What can I help you with?” He asked, sitting in the chair opposite.

“Er…” You couldn’t help but notice Lucille propped up next to the chair, “I wanted to know if I could go out on a run by myself?” You asked, “I need to clear my head and just be away from people for a little bit. Yesterday was quite overwhelming.” You added, looking up at him.

“Hm.” He nodded, “I understand what you mean but I needed to take you along. You needed to see how much better we are than them, bigger, stronger, safer.” He said looking you right in the eye.

“I’m glad you took me,” That one wasn’t a lie, “It was sort of closure, I’ve been wanting to get rid of them from my head and by seeing what a dump their life is now, I have.” You lied, smiling at him. You hoped you were a good actress.

“Uhuh. So when do you want to go?”

You blinked, you didn’t think it would be this easy.

“Possibly later today?” You asked.

He raised his eyebrows, “Are you sure? I mean you only just got back, surely today is a bit soon.” He stated. “God, someone would think you’re trying to get away from me!” He smiled but his eyes were dead serious.

You laughed awkwardly. “No. I just really needs to be alone for a while. There’s a lot of things I need to do.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll see you soon then.”

“Err, there’s one other thing actually. Would I be able to have a car?”

He raised his eyebrows once again, “How far are you planning on going?” He chuckled.

You smiled back at him, “Not far, I just want it so I feel safer. Incase I end up in the dark or something…” You trailed off.

He stood up, “Sure thing. Just don’t stay out too late.” He winked at you as you stepped out of his room. “See ya soon.” He finished, shutting the door. 

You breathed deeply as you walked back to your room. 

You had the note ready but you didn’t know what to do with it, 

I’m not right for this world. I feel like I am a burden to you. Don’t come looking for me. I don’t know if you’ll ever see this note but by the time you have, I’ll be dead. It’s better off this way, I can’t live with the pain anymore

.Thank you for everything,


You didn’t even know if the note was believable but you sat it down on your bed as you grabbed your backpack and headed out the door. You looked back at your room one more time before walking down the corridor, never to return. 

When you got outside there was a car ready, the kitchen people had put a sandwich and a bottle of water on the passenger seat. You threw your back pack in and set off. Whilst driving back, the day before, you had tried to remember the route, there were a few junctions but most of it was just straight road. You hadn’t learnt how to drive before the outbreak but Rick and the others had taught you when they first found you. You smiled, remembering the memories of you stalling 24/7 and Rick just laughing at you. 

You had been driving for about an hour when you saw it. It was a trip wire, you stopped the car and got out. You went up to the wire and followed it into the trees. It was linked to sirens; when the wire was moved, the sirens would blare, letting every walker in the nearest 70 miles it was dinner time. 

You walked back to the road, wary of the wire. You couldn’t take the car any further, you’d have to go on foot. You got all your stuff from the car and walked up to the wire. Extremely carefully and extremely slowly you stepped over the wire, it was only about 60 cm off the floor, high enough to catch the front of a car. You got one foot down on the other side and the other followed swiftly after. 

You reckoned you were about 5 miles from Alexandria and you were determined to get there. The sun was hot above your head as you trudged along the road. You weren’t bothered by many walkers but the ones you were, you dealt with swiftly using your knife. 

After walking for what seemed like an eternity, finally you could see the last corner up ahead. A smile spread across your face and your eyes lit up with joy. You quickened your pace wanting to round that corner more than anything in the world. 

As you rounded the corner, you saw them. Your emotions had been flipped since the last time you stood in front of the gates. As you walked closer, you looked up at the person on the wall. It was Carl, once he saw it was you he turned around and disappeared from sight. 

A few seconds later the loud clanging of the gate echoed around as Carl pulled it open to let you in. Before you even had the chance to say hello, Carl had run to you and crashed his lips onto yours. You stood there for a few minutes, holding each other, until Rick emerged at the gate,

“Y/n?” he said, “We didn’t think you were gonna be back so soon!” He smiled lovingly as Carl stepped to the side and Rick embraced you in a huge bear hug. You had tears in your eyes. You were so relieved to be back where you belonged.

Rick walked back inside and Carl grabbed your hand and pulled you in. Everyone was happy about your return, they all smiled and waved as Carl led you along the street. You thought you were going to go into Carl’s house or your house but you walked past them both.

“Where are we going?”

He didn’t respond, he just looked at you and winked, or blinked, it was hard to tell. 

You were confused. He stopped and came closer to you,“Shut your eyes…” He whispered, you did. You put your hand over your eyes as he led you further along the street.

“Watch your step,” he said. 

“I can’t, Carl. My eyes are closed.” 

He chuckled, “Okay then.” 

Suddenly his hands grabbed your sides and he lifted you up, carrying you like a baby. You laughed and clung onto his neck as he carried you to wherever you were going. You heard the creak of a front door and Carl took one step before kissing your forehead and putting you down on your feet. He turned you around and replaced your hand with his, over your eyes.

“Okay, open in 3…2…1.” he took his hand away.

You were stood in one of the houses in Alexandria, one you had never been in before. It was beautiful. Blue curtains hung beside large windows that looked out to the street giving the room a sense of calm. There were white sofas with large cushions propped on them and a soft blue blanket lay neatly on the side. 

Carl grabbed your hand and pulled you in further. The kitchen was all white with a large sink and another window above it. Carl led you upstairs to in front of a shut door. He looked at you and smiled before placing his hand on the door knob and pushing it open. 

You gasped, there was a huge king size bed in the centre of the room. A large wardrobe stood in the corner, when you walked over to it, you saw that it had been filled with all of yours and Carl’s clothes. You looked back at him, he was blushing furiously and smiling like a Cheshire cat.

“Carl? What is this?” You asked smiling at him.

He walked over to you and pulled you into a tight hug, “This, Y/n, is our new home.”

“What?” You looked up at him.

“I didn’t want you to live in your house anymore, all the bad memories are there. And even though there were good memories as well, it doesn’t matter because we are gonna make even more. Right here, right now.” He finished as he placed his hand on your jaw and pulled you into a soft kiss. You could feel the tears returning and your breathing hitched. Carl pulled away and looked at you worriedly.

“Y/n? What is it? I thought this was perfect for us…” He trailed off, a look of sadness overcoming him. He took his hand away from your face. 

You laughed through the tears, bringing his hand back to where it was, “It is Carl, and it is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

His happiness returned as he pulled you into another bear hug. He wiped away your tears as he sat you down on the bed. You lay down and Carl lay next to you, holding you tight.

“I’m never gonna let go, Y/n.” He whispered into your ear. 

You snuggled in closer to him, everything was as it should be.

You didn’t want him to let you go, as he held you tight, you whispered softly, “It’s you and me, Carl. Forever.”

Wasn’t Meant To Be

Request Prompt: A smut imagine for Carl where the reader was dating Ron before Carl showed up and she gets really close to Carl because they are both survivors and one day when they are hanging out one thing leads to another? Thank you!!! -Anon

Request Prompt: Hey (: Can you do a carl smut where he sleeps with the reader and the reader is dating ron when it happens 😂 thank you ! xx -anon 

Pairing(s): Carl Grimes x Reader x Ron Anderson x Enid

Warning: Fluff and Smut

A/N- The two prompts were similar so I just combined them and changed some things around.


His hands roamed my body as he hovered over me and I arched my back. He chuckled and slid my panties to the side.

“Ahh Carl.”, I moaned as he slid two fingers inside me.

“Who’d ever thought we’d end up in this position.”, he said pumping into me.

I moaned and he smirked before curling his fingers. He brushed against a certain spot and I arched my back further of the mat so our chests were touching.

“You like that don’t you Y/N”, he whispered in my ear.

I nodded and thruster my hips to meet his fingers. He chuckled again before speeding up. I felt my stomach clench as I was close. He pulled out and I whimpered from the loss of contact. I heard him unzip his pants before sliding into me. I moaned as he went a steady pace.

“Harder”, I said and he obliged.

Our moans filled the room as he slammed into me hitting a certain spot inside me every time.

“I’m about…”, I moaned and he nodded.

He came first and I followed swiftly. He pulled out and I fixed my clothes with a frown on my lips.

“Cheer up Y/N. He doesn’t deserve you anyway. You see how he is with Enid.”, Carl stated and I sighed.

“I don’t know that for sure.”, I mumbled. I figured it was something going on between them I just refused to believe it. Carl just offered a way to cope with it all.

“Tell me you’re not that stupid Y/N.”, he chuckled and I ran a hand through my hair.

“Two wrongs don’t make a right! He may be cheating but so am I Carl. It feels wrong.-”

“But right.”, he cut me off before wrapping and arm around me.

“Yeah.”, I sighed as a noise broke us apart. I turned to see Ron with a angry expression on his face.


“What are you doing here with him?”, he asked and I frowned.

“We were just-”

“What? Fucking behind my back?!”, he screamed and tears threatened to fall down my face.

“Its not like that.”, I whimpered and I lifted his hand to hit me. I flinched back but felt no pain. I looked up to see Carl holding his wrist with a deadly glare.

“You raise your hand to hit her again and I’ll kill you Anderson.”, he sneered and Ron scoffed.

“Whatever, you can keep her since she wants to be a whore now.”, Ron snapped walking out.

My mouth opened in shock as he called me out my name like that. I finally let the tears fall as Carl pulled me in for a hug.

“I told you this was a bad idea! I look like the bad guy now!”, I shouted and he frowned.

I stomped out intending to talk to Ron about everything. I approached their house and saw Sam sitting outside on the porch waving at me.

“Hey Sam where’s your brother?”, I asked him.

“Upstairs with Enid.”, He replied and my eyes narrowed in the direction of the staircase.

“Enid? What’s she doing here?”, I asked him and he frowned.

“She comes here whenever you aren’t around. They’ve kissed and do other things that I can’t see.”, he explained and i remained emotionless. 

“Why isn’t it you? I liked you guys together.”, he frowned and I clenched my jaw.

“That little-”, I stopped as I ran past him and went upstairs. The sounds of moaning echoed through the hall and I banged on the door.

“Ron open this fucking door right now!”, I shouted and a string of curses followed.

Ron swung open the door with a scowl as Enid covered herself with the covers.

“What do you want? Can’t you see I’m busy?”, he asked and I scoffed.

“It hasn’t even been 30 minutes Ron. And you’re already sleeping with Enid?”, I asked and he ran a hand through his hair.

“Why do you care when you cheated on me. Need I remind you how you’ve been going behind my back for days.”, he questioned and I bit my lip.

“It wasn’t like that.”, I stammered and he laughed.

“Then what was it like then? We broke up and I’m sleeping with her to deal with that.”, he shouted.

“But you’ve been doing this for months.”, Sam’s voice stated and I stood silent.

“Shut up Sam. Go back outside.”, Ron told him.

“Don’t you move Sam!”, I screamed before turning to face him, stopping him in his tracks.

“How long did you say?”, I asked and he stared at his feet.

“In not upset with you Sam. Tell me.”, I said and he looked up at me.

“About 3 months now. She comes over and they tell me to go outside to do whatever they were doing.”, he told me and I chuckled.

“So this whole time YOU were cheating on ME! For months!! Making me seem like the asshole in the situation!”, I screamed.

“You cheated too remember!”

“The only difference is that you’ve been cheating on me all this time and haven’t been caught!”, I stated.

“What else am I supposed to do when you don’t ever have time for me! You’re always with Rick and his people!”, he yelled back.

“At least they care for someone feelings and tells me when something’s up! Not like some weak cheating bastard like you!”, I snapped.

“Yes I cheated. Because I felt like you didn’t love me anymore! That I wasn’t enough but now I see that I really wasn’t enough for you. Carl was right.”, I added and he stared at me with a dumbfounded expression.

“I cam here to at least apologize but I bet you weren’t even gonna try. Because she had her legs open waiting for you every time you and I weren’t next to each other and you have the audacity to call me a whore!”, I screamed before turning to Sam.

“Sam you’re welcome to come to Carol’s for cookies whenever they put you out. And if you don’t mind, go let your mother know everything that’s going on so she won’t expect me for dinner tonight.”, I told the younger boy and he grinned up at me before running downstairs and out the door.

“Hope the both of you fuckers have fun.”, I said before flipping them off with a smile.

I walked down the stairs and out of the house making my way back to Carl. He sat on the porch holding Judith and I quietly sat down. I could feel his stare on my back and I let tears roll down my cheeks.

“What happened?”, he asked.

“Months Carl. He’s been cheating for months.”, I replied quietly. He sighed before standing up and holding out a hand.

I took it and he pulled me into his embrace. I can’t believe I was so stupid.

“I was so dumb.”, I mumbled and he kissed my head.

“It’ll get better. I may not have known how much you loved him but I know that you have us. You have me.”, he stated before kissing me softly.

Good Guy

Requeset: Yes, @chandlerhuggs

Could you do a fluff about how like… maybe your dating Ron or something and you’re really not happy with the relationship. Meanwhile carl has been trying to get your attention for the longest time, when he finally shows you just how good of a guy he is. How he can make you happy and feel safe? Idk I just really wanna read something cute lol. ♡♡


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You walk down the street, holding hand with Ron, you’re boyfriend. Neither of you are talking at the moment, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Thing have been a bit rough for the two of you. Just opposite opinions about who should be in charge and just a whole lot of stuff that doesn’t even matter, but he always somehow turns it into some big deal. You’re sick of it at this point.

Carl comes running up and mutters something about needing you back at the house to help with Judith. You happily go back with him, leaving Ron to walk back to his own house all alone. You feel bad when you he’s sad about it, but you keep walking with Carl. When you’re a little further you look back and notice he isn’t heading to his house anymore, but the opposite way. You don’t get much time to figure out where he’s going before he disappears.

You shake him out of your mind as you walk into the house.

“You and Ron still doing good?” Carl asks, not being able to hide the glint of jealousy in his eyes. He might as well just write “I’m jealous” right across his forehead. You nod, but don’t really say anything. A small part of you hopes that Carl notices you’re lying. You two have known each other for a while now, so you guys know each other’s tells to when the other isn’t feel well, lying, or pretty much anything.

Just as you thought, Carl gives you a suspicious look and sits on the floor next to you. You’d sat down next to Judith and was letting her play with your hands. Carl keeps looking at you until you let out a sigh and turn to him.

“I’m just not happy with him anymore,” you say. “And I’m kind of starting to question if I ever was or if I just started dating him because I didn’t want to feel so alone. I just don’t know.” Carl moves closer and wraps an arm around you shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” Carl says, “I’m always here if you need.” He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, but stops himself and shakes his head. You thank him for being there for you, but give him a questioning look. He doesn’t acknowledge it. He rolls around on the ground with Judith, making Judith laugh up a storm. You smile as you watch the two of them playing. They both look so carefree and it’s a whole new side of Carl. You keep watching Carl and start to wonder if you’d made the right choice. Although, you already know the answer.

Soon, Judith grows tired and you walk her upstairs to put her in her crib. Carl follows you upstairs and you end up going in his room with him. You sit down on his bed and lean back, staring up at the ceiling.

“Hey, y/n,” Carl says, sounding uncertain. “I need to tell you something. It’s about Ron.” You stay silent, but sit up and urge him to continue. “ Ron’s been sneaking off with Enid.I saw them yesterday climbing over the wall together and then at the pond kissing earlier. I’m really sorry, but I thought you’d want to know.” Suddenly, it makes sense. Why he turned back and walked a different way. The way to Enid’s house.

You sit there for a moment thinking. You can’t believe he’d do that, but you wonder why you even care that he did. Carl wraps an arm around your shoulder and you turn to curl into him. He wraps both arms around you and soon the two of you are laying on his bed. His hand glides gently through your hair as you lay down on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

While lying with Carl you realize some things. Whenever you and Ron hung out you never got the same feeling as you have right now with Carl. You feel…safe. Nowadays, that not an easy feeling to find. When he first got here you thought he was a monster. He told you that he’d killed people, but you’d never been outside the walls. He’s not a monster, he’s far from it–even if he doesn’t think that. Playing with Judith, making you feeling better, he’s a great guy. How did you never realize this before?

You look up at Carl and see him already looking down at you. Slowly, you reach up and press your lips against his. They’re smooth and soft against your own. Your heart flutters and you can’t hold back a smile. You pull away and Carl is smiling right  back at you. Neither of you have to say anything. He knows that you chose him.

Carls keeps you pulled close to him. You can feel him softly tracing hearts on your arm and can’t stop yourself from smiling. You kiss him again before drifting off slowly to the sound of his heartbeat, feeling safer than you ever have before.

Carl‘s back home

[Not my gif. credit to the rightful owner]

Summary: After worrisome hours of wondering where your younger brother, Carl, could be, your prayer is answered whenever Negan knocks on the door with Carl by his side. You, of course, are intimidated yet intrigued by the idea of Negan. He plans to drop Carl off to toy with your father’s feelings, but instead finds you which makes him delighted.

warnings: language and negan’s vulgar mentions

You anxiously chewed at your unpainted fingernails; allowing your mind to ponder about all the terrible things that could have happened to your brother Carl during his little sneak out.

What if one of his ridiculous antics got him killed by Negan this time?

He only told you he was going out for a walk with Enid, and of course you remembering how you wanted alone time as a teenager yourself when you were his age made you have sypthamy, telling him it was only between the two of you and dad wouldn’t know.

Great, what if he got killed because of me?, you thought as your bottom lip quivered at the unshakable thought.

Your father, Rick, was out with the rest of the group gathering for The Saviors. They reminded you it might take a while or even an entire day and not to worry.

“Come on already.” You clenched your fists as you repeatedly paced along the kitchen floor.

With that, a loud knock echoed throughout the house causing you to instantly spring to your feet and run to the door with your heart racing.

Carl, you’re going to fucking get it-” You exclaimed once you opened the door, instantly becoming flushed at the cheeks as Negan stood in the doorway with his arm around Carl.

Your mouth stayed slightly open like a fool, your heart race beginning to increase at the sight of him.

You muttered a considerable amount of inaudible stutters which only brought a smirk to his twisted face.

“Oh shit.” He slipped his tongue between his lips as he grinned at you. “Didn’t know Ricky’s fine little daughter would be here,” His eyes peered along the room; analyzing every little thing. “Alone.”

You gulped in nervousness but put on an annoyed expression to make yourself look less like a coward. You had to protect your brother.

You raised your arm, prompting it against the doorway. “What are you doing with my little brother, Negan?”

Forgetting you were in a cropped tee and silk pajama night shorts, he reminded you by skimming his eyes across your figure with a pleased face.

“Ah damn,” He groaned as he bit his bottom lip causing you to blush again.

He invited himself inside as he waltzed towards you with Carl behind him.

“Your little asshole brother killed two of my men, and threatened me himself. Being the generous man I am, I let it slide. Just asked the kid to show me his gnarly missing eyeball and fucking shit was that awesome.” He grinned, bawling his fists up in excitement which caused a disgusted expression to form along your face.

Your glance was targeted to Carl and you shook your head. “I thought you were with your girlfriend? I swear to God,” You shook your head in frustration.

“Go up to your room before dad gets back, Carl.”

Carl sighed heavily in embarrassment as he jogged upstairs at your demand.

Negan watched in astonishment. “Aren’t you a lil young to be playing mama, sweetheart?”

Your rolled your eyes, placing your hand on your hip. “I’m Twenty one Negan.”

He grinned happily, “You know what that means, right? Legal.” He dragged the word knowing it annoyed you.

Scoffing, you push past him.

“Anyways, where’s daddy-o?” He followed you as you walked into the kitchen near the island.

“Gathering for you and your people. Uhm, he probably won’t be back for a while or even a day.” You responded but instantly regretted as he smirked devilishly.

He blocked your entrance as he pinned his body against yours along the island.

Your face brushed against his chest as you looked up at him with your bambi like eyes, your heart racing more than ever.

He towered over you and that gave him great satisfaction knowing he could lift you with one arm.

(Y/N), I am sorry for having been so rude to you just now. Looks like I’m going to be here for a while, awaiting your fearless father’s return and if you’d like, I think it would be enjoyable to screw yours brains out.I mean, if you’re agreeable to that.”

You scoffed at his cockiness, but mentally smirked as an idea popped into your head.

You giggled softly, leaning forward and placing your lips against his ear.

“Mm Negan, want to know how I feel about that?” You draped your arms along his neck with a seductive smile.

A smirk plastered onto his lips. “What kitten? Tell me.”

His hands trailed down to your waist, gently squeezing your sides.

You brushed your lips against his, gripping his face as you continued to lock lips.

He groaned, placing tiny kisses along your lips before plopping you down on the counter with a thud.

Your plan was to pull away in an instant, but of course he had to put you in one of his trances.

You pulled away and quickly slapped his face causing him to chuckle loudly with a grin, holding his sore jaw.

“You know, I’m 50% more into you now, baby girl. Didn’t think that was possible. I believe I’ll spend the night. I know Rick wouldn’t like the idea of his precious darlings being home alone all night.”

You flashed him a fake grin but inside anticipation filled your veins.