eric grimes


♥ we come to love, not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person… p e r f e c t l y ♥

[twd pairings]

Leaked lines from the next episode of TWD
  • Rick: So...what will it take to secure an alliance with you people?
  • Natania: Oceanside will fight for you...but only if you promise your son will marry one of my many daughters.
  • Rick: Wait...what the fuck?
  • Ezekiel: Rick, in case you haven't figured it out, we're all going back to medieval times. Just...look at my place for fuck's sake.
  • Rick: ...
  • Aaron: I swear to god, you people are taking this Game of Thrones roleplay too far.
  • --------------------------------------------------------------
  • Carl: I don't want to marry the Oceanside girl.
  • Enid: ...I don't want you to marry her. (pause) But you need their alliance. I hope it's a very beautiful alliance-
  • *Carl and Enid kiss*
  • *meanwhile on the other side of the camp*
  • Aaron: (looks up from his book) Eric.
  • Eric: Yeah bae?
  • Aaron: I can't explain it but I think Carl is making a big mistake. My Robb Stark senses just started tingling out of nowhere.
The Best of Friends - Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: Y/N is taken to Alexandria by Aaron and Daryl, the promise of a safe zone looming over her head. However, she can’t help but think about her childhood friend, Carl Grimes, and how much he would love this potential community if he were there. He was her everything, the two of them against the world since 1st grade. But he was probably dead, along with his mom and dad. But what will she do when she finds that Carl is a lot closer than she initially thinks?

Originally posted by carl-munism

okay, so I wrote this in like, an hour xD tell me if you want a part two! I could even do a smut, if you want…;)


“Keep up, kid,” the man said gruffly, leading you up to a clearing blocked off my large red walls. There was a sudden clicking and you looked up to the two guard towers to see people in each one, pointing their sniper guns at you. You raised your hands nervously. “Daryl, Aaron, who’s this?” the woman demanded, glaring at you. “Her name’s Y/N. She’s becoming part of out community now,” Aaron said.

“You know that’s not for you to decide,” the man in the other tower said. “That’s up to Rick,”

“Just let us in, she’s harmless. Just a kid,” Daryl insisted impatiently. You pursed your lips and looked away, wanting to disagree with him but deciding against it. You needed these people to think you were sweet and innocent if you were going to stay. This was your best chance of protection and you could possibly ever get, and you wasn’t about to let your sass talk destroy that for you. The man and woman looked at each other before coming to an unspoken agreement; the gates opened with a mechanical groan and Aaron turned around to smile kindly at you, placing a warm hand on your shoulder as Daryl led the two of you inside. The sudden sunlight nearly blinded you, but when your sight returned, you held back your gasp of disbelief.

There were chalk cartoon drawings on the floor and children running around, playing tag and hide and go seek. People walked around together, some chatting with their companions and other going about their business. There were even a few individuals walking dogs. Aaron, seeing the flabbergast expression on your youthful face, chuckled kindly. “Welcome to Alexandria, Y/N.”

“Oh, Daryl, Denise needs to talk to you about - who’s this?” an older woman with short hair approached you all, at first smiling kindly at the man and then frowning at the sight of you. You didn’t blame here; blood was caked over the side of your head and clotted in your hair. Dirt coated your hands and your entire face while your lips were so chapped it stung to lick them. “This is Y/N. Aaron and I found ‘er out there, by 'erself.” he explained. The woman looked at you with distrusting eyes, but spoke politely all the same. “Well, I hope you settle right in, Y/N.” was all she said before walking away.

“Something tells me your people aren’t going to take to lightly to me being here,” you muttered sourly.

“Don’t worry, Rick’ll talk to them,” Aaron said.

“Speaking of whom, look who’s 'ere,” Daryl commented, nodding towards at least five approaching figures. I looked down at my feet, nervous all of a sudden. One of them would be this so-called Rick, determining your fate. “Daryl, Aaron, who’s this?” a gruff voice asked.

“This here is Y/N, we found her out in the woods. She says she’s by herself and by the looks of her, I don’t think she’s lying…no offence,” Aaron added on the last part when he saw the side-glare you sent him through your curtain of hair. “Y/N, is it?” the man asked. Taking a deep breath, you slowly looked up, only to have your eyes widen and stomach churn.

You knew this man.

“Carl, your dad’s so cool!” your nine-year-old self gushed, walking to your best friend’s house one day after school. Having heard this multiple times throughout the four years he’s known you, Carl Grimes rolled his eyes, but smiled nonetheless. “Not if you know him like I do. All he does is burn food, annoy Mom and make really bad dad jokes,” he said, laughing slightly.

“Yeah, but that’s when he’s not kicking bad guys’ butts and shooting bank robbers!” you exclaimed, fascinated with the man you’d never even properly met, despite the amount of times you’ve visited Carl’s house. He was always at work.

“My dad’s never shot a bank robber,” Carl said. “But he does kick butt. He’s a badass.”

“I wish my dad was that cool,” you frowned.

“What does your dad do?” Carl inquired curiously.

“He’s a lawyer…that’s so rubbish! And my mom’s a nurse. I wish my family was as cool as yours,” you admitted, feeling lightly sad. Carl pouted at your upset features and looked behind him to see if his other little friends were watching before he grabbed your hand; not that he was ashamed to hold your hand in public, it’s just that he didn’t want people saying that he had cooties. He smiled at you, showing off his missing front teeth. “But you are family,” Carl said. “You’re my bestest friend in the whole wide world! No one could ever replace you and I love you like family!”

“Really?” you giggled. What Carl did next surprised you: he leaned over and planted a cute kiss on your cheek, gripping your hand tighter. “I promise. Now, c'mon, my mom’s making CHICKEN CASSEROLE!”

At the mention of Lori Grimes’s infamous dish that could make even Chef Ramsay kneel before her, you gasped and removed your hand from Carl’s racing ahead of him. “CASSEROLE!” you screamed, running down the street with him on your tail.

Another memory flashed through you mind, and you were slightly older in this one.

“Mr Grimes?” you asked nervously. The officer peeked at you from over his newspaper and smiled kindly. “Hello, Y/N. You waitin’ for Carl to finish gettin’ ready?” it was an hour before school began and your mom dropped you off at the Grimes household so you could walk with your best friend, Carl. However, the boy took incredibly long to get ready and his mother was away running errands before the stores got too crowded, leaving just you and his father alone in the kitchen.

It was no secret that you greatly admired the man. You wanted to be a cop when you grew up and there was just something that screamed 'awesome’ about Rick Grimes. He had to have some kind of secret to his coolness, and that’s why he’s a cop. You needed to know.

“Yeah. I wanted to a-ask you a question?” you stuttered, feeling heavily inspected underneath his icy gaze. “What’s on your mind, kiddo?”

“How did you become so cool?” you blurted out, feeling your face heat up afterwards. Rick cocked his head to the side before letting a grin grace his shaven face. “How did I become so cool?” he repeated the question, testing it out. You felt a burning need to explain yourself. “Well, I wanna be a cop when I grow up, but all the cops on TV are super cool and awesome butt-kickers. At first, I thought it was only for TV, but then I met you and I realised…Those people from NCIS have nothing on you.”

Rick began to laugh and you cracked and smile, leaning in eagerly. “So how do I do it? How do I become cool enough to become a cop?” you inquired.

“Y/N, you don’t have to be 'cool’ to be a cop,” Rick explained, calming from his laughter. “You need to be courageous and sometimes serious, but open-minded at other times. It has nothing to do with how popular you are or anything like that. You just have to love what you do and be ready to protect other people.”

“Oh, okay,” you said, starting to understand. “So, in other words, I have to be a Gryffindor?”

Rick burst into laughter again and this time you joined in. You were the most insane child he’d ever met, but he then remembered that you were best friends with his son. Of course you were crazy.

“Y/N! I’m ready now!” Carl came bounding down the stairs, his backpack and shoes on. You rolled your eyes. “After ten million years, yeah. Bye, Mr Grimes! It was nice talking to you!” you said, waving to the officer before Carl dragged you out the house and to school.

“O…Officer Grimes?” you said numbly, absolutely shell-shocked. Everyone looked at Rick in confusion. “You know 'er?” Daryl questioned. Rick tilted his head and looked you over.

“Do I know you?” he asked. He didn’t remember you.

“I-I know it’s been a long time but I-I went to the same Elementary school as your son, Carl. We were the best of friends and-and his mom - your wife - made me my eight birthday cake.” you were rambling now, but you didn’t care. All the memories were hitting you hard and you suddenly realised how much you missed the life you would never get back. “And I always used to come over to your house on Wednesdays after school and we would annoy the absolute hell out of you and your friend, Officer Walsh by stealing your sheriff hats and having a pretend shoot-off in the backyard. You can’t tell me you don’t remember me?”

Rick Grimes stared at me silently, before recognition flashed through his icy blue eyes. A small smile tugged at his lips and he opened his arms up to me. “How can I not remember the only kid in town brave enough to steal my hat?” he asked. You grinned and ran up to the man you used to look up to so much, hugging his waist. “It’s really good to see you,” you muttered into his shirt.

“Same here, Y/N. You sure have grown up, wait until Carl sees-”

“Carl?! He’s here?!” you all but shrieked, taking a step back to look the man in the eye. He wasn’t lying. “Yeah, he’s-”

“Dad?” you heard a deep voice ask. You spun around and almost instantly, your eyes filled with tears. There your best friend stood, although he wasn’t the cute ten-year-old you almost expected to see. He was much taller now, almost a full foot taller than you and his hair had finally reached his shoulders in curly dark brown locks. One thing you’d always remembered about him was his blue eyes, like sunlight hitting glaciers in the artic, but now he only had one of them, the other one being  covered by a white bandage. He’d become ridiculously handsome and you found yourself questioning if this was really your childhood friend.

“Carl…” you breathed, covering your mouth as a sob threatened to escape.

“Holy shit…Y/N?” his eye was filled with disbelief, but he took a step closer. “Is that really you?”

You sprinted forward and barrelled yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his thick neck. Of course, in order for this to be possible, your feet were no longer in contact with the floor. But it was ok, because Carl had automatically wrapped his arms around your middle tightly, just like when you were children. You buried your face into his neck and began to cry like a baby, overjoyed to have the only boy you’ve cared for so deeply in your arms once more.

“You’re alive…” Carl whispered, his own voice thick with emotion. “I can’t believe you’re alive. Oh my God, you…you have no idea how much I thought about you, every single day for these past five years. I n-never forgot about you. Y/N,”

You two made quite the scene, hugging each other and crying pathetically, but neither of you cared. The bond you two shared was always so unique, so special that literally nothing could come between the two of you. “Alright, you two, no PDA in the streets of Alexandria,” Rick said, but was smiling widely. He was happy to see his boy happy.

You released Carl from your death grip and wiped your eyes furiously, still smiling stupidly at him. “You have no idea how happy I am,” he said. You nodded.

“Yeah, I do.” you said, referring to yourself. You heard sniffling and looked to see Aaron holding another man in his arms whom was barely holding back tears. “S-so beautiful…” he said.

“Dear God, Eric, you’re so emotional,” Aaron sighed, patting Eric’s back sympathetically.

“C'mon, I’ll show you where you can clean up, and then I’ll introduce you to my friends,” Carl said, wrapping a protective arm around you as you both walked off.

You looked like trash.

You smelled like a mix between and dog and a fish.

You were groggy and dirty.

But you didn’t care, for you finally had your best friend back.


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