family fork

Random Superstitions: Part 1
  • If the bottom of your right foot itches, you will be going on a trip very soon. 
  • A twitch of the right eye twitches means a birth in the family. One of the left eye signals a death in the family.
  • Dropping a fork or a broom falling can both mean visitors are coming. 
  • It is good luck to find a frog in your home. 
  • Pulling a grey hair will cause 10 more to grow in its place. 
  • Live a long life by carrying an acorn with you wherever you go. 
  • Writing someone’s name in red ink will bring them bad luck. 
  • It is bad luck to close a pocket knife unless you were the one who opened it.
I Can’t Swim 2/? (Boys Suck)

@beccashaf123 asked: (An extension to ‘I Can’t Swim’) Can she end up making out with Carl somewhere when they didn’t realize Ron was there, and Ron and Carl get in fight.

A/N: Part two in the ‘I Can’t Swim’ series. Also I’m switching this to first person just because it flows better, sorry. I hat doing it, but I must. 

Also sorry it’s short, I wanted to make it short since the first part was long. Tell me what you guys want to happen next, this journey will be lead by you guys (we can even crash the car here if you want.) 

The Rarl fanfic will be out soon btw, just have to put it off. Sitting on it as I think.


A week has passed, Carl and I have not left Alexandria since I nearly drowned. I haven’t talked to Ron at all, and I’ve been hold up with the Grimes family. Fortunately, Jessie did fork over my belongings after she realized I was no longer coming ‘home’. She handed my a duffel bag of my clothes with a, “I’m sorry, my boy is not exempt from the whole ‘boys are stupid thing’.” I really don’t know what she meant by it, but I’m sure it was supposed to be something nice considering she gave me all my clothes back. Now I can stop stealing Carl’s clothes, not that I want to though. His clothes are way more comfortable than mine. Plus, they smell like him which is oddly reassuring. 

“Hey, (Y/N), wanna go hang out by the gazebo?” Carl peeps into my room (well technically it’s his too since the Grimes house only has three rooms).

“Sure just let me change into some of my clothes,” I smile, sliding from our bed. 

“Why? You look fine in my clothes,” he scoffs. I feel my cheeks heat up as I stand.

“Yeah, okay,” I can feel a timid smile play on my lips, “Lets just go then.”

As I pass him I feel his hand link with mine and I blush again, but I know he doesn’t understand why. Carl has never had a girlfriend before, he doesn’t get it.


“Sooo, why the gazebo of all places? We could have just stayed home,” Ii laugh lightly nudging his shoulder as we sit.

“I dunno, thought you might like to leave the house for a bit,” Carl grins, “Carol is watching Judith today so we can have some time to ourselves.” 

“Okay, well what do you wanna do?” I ask, leaning over to rest my head on his shoulder. He tenses beneath me, but I ignore the sensation as he easily relaxes.

“Talk?” 

I sit up straight again, giving him a confused eyebrow raise. My head tilts to the side as I quickly study his face with growing confusion.

“What do you mean ‘talk’ Carl we can do that inside-,” His lips press to mine before I can finish, and my eyes widen. I did not expect him to be this bold, since he had never kissed before. Relaxing into the inexperienced boy, I lift a (s/c) had to cup his cheek and lean forward. Honestly, for a first timer Carl really isn’t a bad kisser. Plus his lips are really soft despite their chapped appearance. I lean into him as I climb into his lap legs on either side of his waist. Our lips move in sync and in this moment the only thing on my mind is the feeling of Carl’s lips against my own and the butterflies bouncing in my chest.

“Ahem.” 

The clearing of someones throat snaps me back into reality and I pull away from Carl. My (e/c) eyes meet his momentarily before I glance over my shoulder to look behind me. I don’t like the sight I’m seeing.

Ron is standing behind us, arms crossed. He looks like he is on the verge of throwing a hissy fit, not that it’s really my problem anymore.

“Why the fuck are you making out with my girlfriend, Grimes?” Girlfriend?

“Last time I checked you kicked her out. Guys don’t do that to their ‘girlfriends,’” Carl sasses from beneath me. I look back to him, cringing as he motions for me to stop straddling him so he may confront my ex. 

As much as Ron deserves it, I really don’t want to see his ass get handed to him today. I’ve got better stuff, things.

“Why don’t you say that to my face,” Ron yells, hands balling into fists. The brunet looks to me apologetically before he stands to face the other boy.

“I just did, dumbass.” Carl states, rolling his eyes.

This is where all hell breaks loose. Ron jumps on top of Carl and they both go rolling down the stairs of the gazebo, shouting things at each other that I can’t comprehend. By the time I am able to run down and catch up to them Carl is on top of Ron and they’re both struggling with each others hands. I can’t tell who did what first but Carl has a busted lip and Ron’s eye is starting to go red. Amazing, it hasn’t even been three minutes and they both damaged each other.

“What the hell is going on,” Rick is next to me now, looking for answers. I try to explain, but he doesn’t waste time on that and instead goes to pull his son away from Ron who is scooped up by Glenn (woah didn’t even see you there Glenn). Once separated Ron continues struggling to get to Carl who has let it go now.

“(Y/N), what was going on here?” Rick looks to me again, Carl’s gaze drifting to me too.

“Ron wanted to fight Carl, I dunno why.” Hey, if I told him I wouldn’t be able to share a room with Carl anymore. No thanks, he’s really warm.

“Ron, why don’t we go have a chat,” Rick states releasing Carl and moving over to Ron who glares at me for lying, “Mind helping Carl clean his lip up (Y/N)?”

“No problem Mr. Grimes.” I smile.


I bend down to dab at Carl’s lip as he sits on the toilet seat. His eyebrows are furrowed with confusion as I work, but I choose to ignore the confusion. He looks fairly fine aside from the lip, he must’ve gotten Ron good.

“Why did you lie to my dad, (Y/N)?”

“Did you not want me to?”

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