cheering champ

Together ~Carl Grimes X Reader

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Character: Carl Grimes

Plot: The readers Expirence in the line up and Carl had to stab her in the Eye

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“Damn he took it like a champ!” Negan cheered with a cold grin on his face

Y/N froze unable to move as She Stared at Abrahams lifeless body before closing my eyes tight Abraham has always been kind he didn’t deserve to die She Open her Eyes to see Rick Looking Pale tears streaming down his face

She Turned her head to see Daryl Looking Furious He got up and Punched Negan in the Face Negan Smirked And The Saviours took him away She sighed and Turned to Carl He looked Down Staring at the ground with No Emotion She grabbed his hand As he looked up at her and squeezed her hand before one of the saviors pulled them apart

ᴄᴀʀʟ ʀᴀɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴏᴅs ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ʏ/ɴ ᴀʟᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ sʜᴇ ᴛʀɪᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ᴀ ʙʀᴀɴᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ sᴛᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ ᴀs ɪᴛ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴀʀʟ sʜᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴜᴘ  “ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟғ ᴅɪᴇ ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇʀᴇ!” ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ “Why is that?” She said Holding her foot still in pain “You keep me happy in this fucked up world” He said with a smile She nodded and stood up As the two walked back to ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ʜᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴀɴᴅ

 Memories Were all that was going through Carl’s mind, He knew if he tried to fight back He would get himself and maybe others killed

“Well your little friend just Screwed up Another one of your Lives” Negan laughed as he became eye to eye with Glenn, He walked slowly to Him as you could Feel the tension growing bigger, Negan became inches away from Glenn’s Face and whispers “Nice Knowing you..” Before Swinging The bat Onto his head, Glenn Screamed in pain as his eye popped out
Y/N Began to puke as She saw her father figure Dying before her eyes, Negan Smirked as he gave one last hit bashing Glenn’s head as Maggies Crys became bigger, Y/N Handle hearing her Mother figure Cry She Bounced up from her knees “I’ll Fucking kill you!” She screamed anger building up Just as the Saviors were about to push her back down Negan stopped them “Wait guys! Come here princess you just volunteered for our little game” She began to shake as she walked over over to him “On your knees” She did as He said and wipers escaped her mouth

Carl Was sending glares toward Negan “Don’t.Fucking.touch.her” He said through his teeth Negan Chuckled and Ran his hands through Y/N hair “Oh I’m not. You are” He pulled out a knife and pointed to Carl “You over here” Carl Looked confused and stood up walking toward Negan

Y/N was shaking As Negan handed the knife to Carl “Come on match with your sweetheart” Carl Face turned to fear “What?” Negan have him a cold smile “You heard me Cut her eyes out” He said as he laughed

Carl began to Shake “N-No I-I can’t” He said as tears began to form in his eyes Negan’s Smile turned into a frown “Well I guess Lucille is gonna have fun with her” He said Holding the bat up “C-Carl just do it” She said with fear “At least I have a chance of living if you do” She said tears running down her face

Carl began to sob as he looked down at the knife “You got 5 seconds” Negan said  Y/N looked up at Carl “J-Just do it” Carl was shaking “4” He began to move the knife closer “3” Y/N Began to cry harder “2” Carl quickly stabbed her eyes and Repeating “I’m sorry” Over and over Negan laughed as Y/N screamed in pain as Carl’s Sobs got louder
As the blood Was all over her face Maggie began to puke at the sight

Y/N vision Was starting to fade All she could see was black The last thing she heard was The laughs of the Saviors Giggles

Y/N Began to wake up Feeling Not wanting to open her eyes She could hear Carl’s violent sobs She could stand to hear him crying
“C-Carl where are we..?” She said weakly opening her Eye looking at her surrounding Carl jumps up and grabbed her hand “W-Were safe now..Were in the Rv” She Noded weakly
“I-I thought I lost you..I’m sorry” He said as tearing ran through his face

Y/N sighed and put her hand on his cheek “You did the Did the right thing.” He Nodded and laid next to her kissing her softly “Hey at least your okay” She smiled weakly grabbing his hand He squeezed her hand

“We’ll get through this together”

Namjoon Scenario: Worth Changing.

Request: Hey guys  can I get a sceanio where namjoon is always partying and drinking but  he decided to change when his daughter is born 

Genre: Drama / Family


– What? – Namjoon tried to hold onto something, the room suddenly wasn’t steady anymore and if his hand didn’t press against the cold wall he was sure he would fall on his back.

Nothing had sense right now. His view was messed up, looking two of you at the same time and for all of his inebriated logical self, he knew there was only one of you in reality; but he was still seeing two. The light of dawn was too harsh on his eyes so he had to squint them to protect his sensitive pupils, your words were still echoing on his mind, making a ruckus inside his skull and his breathing became more labored, hard to keep calm.

What you’d said to him… it couldn’t be. He laughed under his breath, his hold on the wall failing just the slightest bit and making him stumble on his feet.

– Are you joking Y/N? – he slurred the words, his tongue heavy under the alcohol’s influence.

–I am not, Namjoon – you said hugging your middle, seeing Namjoon fight to comprehend your words. Maybe this wasn’t the right moment and you should have waited for find him to be sober, but then again, he was practically never sober lately. The Namjoon you knew was hitting an extreme behavior that made him unrecognizable now.

He liked to party, you knew it since day one. It was a party where you met him after all. But he was now doing it on another level, almost all day long, drinking even right after he woke up and you were only left to see him losing himself into the vices without being able to do anything, he didn’t want to see the dangerous path he was taking.

–We are going to be parents…– you told him in a whisper, for the second time. Namjoon’s reddened eyes focused on yours, disbelief and surprise clear on his face but then again, what did he expect? –I’m sorry you’re not even sober enough to enjoy the news–

Namjoon finally fell back, his knees betrayed him and his head hit the wall in the process of falling. He breathed deeply, once, twice, but the living room was still spinning. Cupping his face inside his hands he closed his eyes.

A father… he? God, he wasn’t ready for it.

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Cheer Up- Carl Grimes

Plot/Request: @marvel-music-books requested- “Hi! So I was wondering for your fluffy sunday thing if you could do something with Carl about the journey to Alexandra with the reader or something like that?”

Word count:
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The group had been walking for hours. Your legs hurt, but your will to live was stronger than ever. Some other felt differently, almost losing the last bits of hope they managed to hold on to. 

You were tiny and fast. So regardless of your age, a mere fourteen, you were a valuable survivor. 

The group was stuck on the road, hoping to reach Washington where they assumed some civilization would be standing. They’d come across empty homes for days, not even a sign of life passing through recently. 

Carl, your… you didn’t actually know why you were. Was he your best friend? Or something more than that? Whatever the relationship you shared was, he himself was beginning to lose hope. He had always been there for you, so you knew you had to be there for him. 

“Hey,” You whispered, nudging his shoulder as you continued walking alongside each other. “Cheer up, champ.” 

He didn’t ignore you, but he didn’t give you a response. The Grimes boy had definitely taken in your words, but he couldn’t quite process them right. Even as simple as they were. 

“Carl.” You place a hand on his upper arm, causing his face to turn to you. “We’re alive. We’re still standing, so cheer up. You have your family with you, you have me.” 

He gave you a longing look before a glint of hope slipped into his blue eyes. He smiled softly, a hint of sadness still lingering on his face. “I know.” He whispered, interwinding his fingers with yours. 

Maybe it was more than friends after all. 

Friendly Fire

Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, the Howling Commandos

A question of strength and stamina is out of Steve’s hands when Peggy gets involved.

Headcanon regarding Howard’s throwaway line about Peggy’s 107 one-armed pushups.

“Oh please, I could take a little punk like you with one hand tied behind my back.”

“In a fight, sure, no contest, I’m dead, I’ve seen what happens to the little guy in a mismatch,” Bucky told Dugan, casting a meaningful look at Steve.  “Once upon a time, before Cinderella here met his godmother. But when it comes to actual stamina, the ability to hold out, let’s face it, you’re a one shot wonder.”

“You know, Barnes,” Dugan said, pausing to empty his stein and slam it on the table.  “If I didn’t know better, I’d say that sounded like a challenge.”

“Alright, guys, settle down,” Steve sighed, grabbing his own mug wearily.  “We don’t need to go there.”

“Easy for you to say, Captain America, with your biceps of patriotism,” Bucky snorted.  “And anyway, it’s just a…friendly competition, right Dugan?”

“Stamina is never something I’ve had complaints about either, Barnes,” Dugan argued mildly, winking at the barmaid as she brought him another beer.

“So then there’s nothing to be afraid of,” Bucky countered, and Steve rolled his eyes.  When he caught sight of Peggy sauntering closer with an arched eyebrow, he immediately sat up straighter, a movement that wasn’t lost on his friends.

“Well, well, well,” Bucky said, glancing up at Peggy.  “Look who’s decided to grace us with her lovely presence.”

“Does that charm usually work for you, Sergeant Barnes?” she asked, signaling for her own drink.

“Usually, yeah,” Bucky said, watching Peggy draw up a chair next to Steve.  “But even I know some competitions aren’t worth it.  So what do you say, Dugan?”

“Ah, come on,” Dugan complained.  “No one is going to come away from that well.  You’ve got to deal with being beat, and I’ve got to deal with beating Captain America’s best friend.”

“You’re very confident, Corporal Dugan,” Peggy observed.  “Dare I ask what the competition in question entails?”

“Please don’t encourage them,” Steve moaned as his friends grinned at each other.

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