Dream Daddy Au

Thomas is the “Rich” Dad and Alex is the “Working Dad” 

Thomas has only daughters who he spoils to make up for the fact his wife is gone and is struggling to keep the oldest in line who is turning into a rebellious punk kid. 
Alex is working dad, he has Pip and a baby strapped to his front playing on an iphone whole he has another iphone in another hand. He praises Pip hardcore on his grades but often forgets to sleep and misses minor, non school things, that means alot to Pip

Hot kisses turn into bruises and bitemarks until he sinks his teeth into my neck. I feel the hot crimson leak from my neck, I don’t struggle. I let him empty my veins because, I love him.

Vampire!Vanoss biting Delirious, Requested by @nightmarewolf067

Monkey Business

Pairing: Carl x Reader

Summary: (Pre Negan) The reader is bored, so she spends the day with Carl

Warnings: None

A/N: I enjoyed writing it, but I think it sucks pretty bad I might actually remove it so i can totally fix it lmao… I’m more of a fanfiction person, so this is my first oneshot. But I hope it is as requested and you guys enjoy it!

Originally posted by thewalkingif

It wasn’t a secret that I liked Carl. In fact, I would even be surprised if he didn’t know.

But he liked Enid. And she liked him. Enid was my best friend, and I wouldn’t do anything that had to do with taking him away from her.

But now I was laying on the bed with my eyes shut, tightly gripping a pillow at my side, helpless as Carl hovered above me with another pillow in his hands up in the air as Judith casually watched us from her crib, positive that a few seconds from now, there would be clouds of down from the pillow all throughout the room.

*Record scratch, freeze frame*

Yep, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.

One hour earlier•

“Hey, uh, Sri, Glenn, Heath, and I are going on a run, would you mind helping Carl watch Judith while I’m gone?” Rick asked me.

“But he’s good with Judith. He shouldn’t need my help.”

“He’s just probably bored with spending time with only me. I mean, Enid is with Maggie and she’s his only other friend. But I can try to get her if you would rather not…”

“No! It’s fine. I’ll go. It’d be nice to hang out with Carl. It’s been a while.” I nodded at Rick as I left to go find Carl in front of his house with Judith in her stroller.

“Hey, Carl, going out or coming in?” I asked.

“Going out. You wanna come with?”

“Sure. I was looking for you anyway.”

He grabbed the handles of the stroller and walked forward.

“So,” he began as if he was waiting for a while to say this, “I heard that you like me? Is that right?”

Oh, jeez.

“I mean I guess I do. Who told you?”


“Haha, well, she likes you too.”

“She does?”

“Oh, yeah. And I know you like her too.”

“Anyway, we’ve been walking for a while. You can go back to what you were doing if you want.”

“No! I’ll help you watch Judith. I’m sure you’re bored with just the two of you and nobody to talk to.”


We got Judith back into the house and I started looking around the kitchen to see what they have that I can make for her.

I pulled the spaghetti box (hehe) out of the cupboard and got a pot to start boiling water.

“You can cook?” Carl asked me.

“No. This is seriously a matter of boiling water and then putting the spaghetti in the water, etc” Do you want me to teach you how to make it?”

“Yeah! This is useful information for this time.” He said sarcastically, but I wasn’t kidding.

“Alright, so we start with the water. Lucky you, I haven’t filled the pot yet, so here.” I handed the empty pot and turned on the sink. He just stared at me. “Come on, Carl. We don’t have all the water in the world. Go ahead.”

He stared at me dumbfounded as he filled the pot with the water. I rushed to grab it before it overfilled.

“Jeez, Carl, we have to hurry. Judith Is probably really hungry. Now I’ve turned the stove on, so put the pot on that eye. I already have the sauce warming up. Now we wait. But only a little bit.”

“Now what should we do while we wait?” He moved in front of me to watch the water start to boil.

“I should put your hair up. Don’t want to get any hair in the food now, do we?”


“I can do your hair! I just want to put it up.”

“No pigtails or braids or any of that shit. Enid pulled that one on me before.”

“But she’s really good at that stuff. She braids my hair weekly.”

“None of that. No monkey business.”

I laughed out loud.

“Look! The water’s boiling. Now take this spaghetti,” I handed him the box, “and put it in the pot.”

“Just dump it all in?” He asked. I nodded and he did it.

“Oh, look at her, Carl. She’s sleeping.”

“Now what do we do? Our customer is asleep.”

I tried to ignore that cute statement, “Well, are you hungry?” He shook his head, “I’m not either, so we can wait to cook.

“We should probably take her upstairs then.” He said awkwardly.



“I wanted to do your hair, but don’t worry. I will be back to get it done. Let’s go put this child to bed.” I picked her us and we started walking up the stairs.

Once we got up there and put Judith in her crib I sat down on the bed.

“Are you alright? You’ve seemed kind of off all day.”

“I’m fine.”

“Tell me what’s wrong. If it has anything to do wth me I won’t be upset.”

“Nothing that important, but Enid and I have been friends since this whole thing started. We came here and we both liked Ron, and I was put on the back-burner. I just hate that it’s happening again.”

“It isn’t. I don’t want it to. I would never do that to you. You’re my best friend.”

“I hope you’re right.”

All of a sudden Carl disappeared from my view and I thought nothing of it until something soft yet intense hit me in the back of the head.

I turned only to see Carl behind me with a pillow in his hand.

“Oh no, you didn’t.” I threatened as I picked up a pillow of my own and threw it at him.

“Oh yes, I did.” He shoved me down on my back and hovered over me with the pillow in the air. I looked over at Judith who was just waking up. she probably heard us.

He began to swing the pillow down with all of the force he could when I rolled off the bed, making him hit the bed so hard that the fabric split and feathers spilled out.

“Jesus Christ. We should probably clean this up before your dad gets back.” I laughed.

“We can wait,” he lifted another pillow up, “and if we don’t, he’ll live.” He smirked.

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