get out of here carl

Under One Condition - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Carl x reader where they hate eachother so its sassy and get stuck somewhere, so reader suggests a way to get out. Carl agrees, but if their idea fails Carl gets to do what he wants. Idea fails, carls idea is to make out.

pairings: carl x reader, best friend tara x reader

a/n: this is really stupid and unedited and lame and dumb idk read at your own risk. i didn’t follow the prompt exactly, but i never do lmao… i hope you guys still like this :-) 

word count: 1,655

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 


You stood against Michonne’s back as Rick forced open the door of an old store with a crowbar. Your knife was drawn, but you didn’t feel the need to get in fighting form. Michonne felt the same way–standing casually with her katana on her back. 

The door swung open with a pop, and Rick drew his gun from his holster, leading your group into the small convenient store. You waited until everyone was in before entering, making sure to leave the door cracked behind you. Tara was waiting for you at the front door when you came inside. 

Tara was your best friend. She had been since she joined your group after the Governor destroyed the prison. You were young, but you had been around the apocalypse for long enough to understand that you weren’t a kid anymore. At least, you didn’t expect to be treated like one. 

Tara and you connected almost instantly. She was a childish adult, and you were a mature child. You two balanced each other out, and you could never be without her for more than a day or two. You two even shared a house when she was with Denise, for you wouldn’t let her live in a house without you. 

“Hey, kids, come help us pack these up!” Rick called happily. Whenever you found a plethora of supplies, Rick would light up like a Christmas tree. You were going to have to give half of it up, of course, but you had to grow accustomed to scavenging for someone who didn’t care if you lived or died. 

As you reached for a bag of food to pack into a box, your hand brushed up against Carl’s. You both rolled your eyes, and you moved your hand to find another bag to begin packing. You and Carl had never really gotten along, to say the least. 

You were lonely when you met Rick’s group, and everyone expected you and Carl to get along great because of your ages. They were right, at first. You and Carl were best friends for the first few years you knew him. He was your best friend, and he was always kind and took care of you. 

Carl changed when you two were around thirteen years old. You grew to dislike him more and more each day. You wouldn’t say you hated him, but he sure as hell seemed to hate you. Whenever you would even try to be civil, he would throw all respect to the curb. 

Tara knew how much he bothered you, but she managed to remain his friend over time. You wouldn’t have minded being his friend, but you were afraid of talking with him about it, to begin with. You would never hear the end of it if he was completely unwilling to be civil with you. 

A crash was heard from outside the store, and everyone turned their heads towards the sound. You tossed the bags of food you were holding into a box and picked it up, preparing to evacuate the store before you were discovered by whatever was outside. 

“No,” Rick said, holding his hand up to you. “Let us get the boxes. Carl and (Y/N), I need you to stay in here with Tara. I’ll drive the car to the front of the store so we can load everything up, then we’re gonna leave. Michonne, grab a box. Tara, watch the kids and make sure nobody gets in here.” 

You and Carl both sighed in sync, giving disapproving looks at Rick. Rick and Michonne were out the door before either of you could complain, though. Tara began packing food and supplies into her backpack, and you and Carl each followed in her lead. 

A second crash sounded from outside the store, and Tara huffed through her teeth. “Alright, guys, stay here. I’ll be right back.” You almost told her to wait, but you hesitated for too long, and she was out the door. You glanced at Carl, who was already looking at you. He turned his head quickly. 

“Why do you hate me?” you asked calmly. “I don’t wanna start a fight or anything. I’m really just curious. Did I do something to you that I don’t remember?” As soon as the words left your mouth, you realized how stupid they sounded. 

“I don’t hate you,” Carl snapped. He walked away from you, but you followed him. “I just don’t think we have to be friends because we’re the same age. That’s all.” 

“Well, yeah. I agree on that, but we used to get along so well! What happened?” Your voice was becoming more and more expressive as you thought about how stupid the rivalry between the two of you was. Carl chuckled and shook his head at the ground. You waited for a response, but he didn’t give you one. 

“What happened?” you repeated, a little quieter than the last time. Carl must have noticed the change of your voice’s tone, for he looked up at you with a confused, yet endearing look on his face. 

Carl shrugged his shoulders. “We grew up.” 

The car could be heard pulling up in front of the store. Carl walked towards the door, leaving you in the back of the store. You heard the door swing open and quickly zipped up your backpack. Before you could stand up straight again, you were pulled further into the back of the store. You stood yourself up quickly, recognizing Carl as the person who was dragging you. 

“Carl, what the hell!” you exclaimed. 

“Shh,” he demanded, still holding you by the upper arm. “A car just pulled up outside, and it wasn’t dad.” 

Your eyes widened as you heard the door swing open. Carl looked around quickly, then pulled you into a room in the back hallway. Just as he shut the door and locked it behind you, the front door could be heard swinging open. Carl wasn’t satisfied with the door being locked, though. 

He scanned the room quickly and grabbed a chair tucked beneath a dusty desk and pushed it beneath the doorknob. You pushed yourself up so you were sitting on the desk. Carl turned around and began walking around the room, searching it for anything useful. 

The room was quiet until you decided to speak up. “Carl?” 

He looked up at you, raising his eyebrows. 

“What did you mean earlier? When you said we grew up, what were you talking about?” Your feet hung off the edge of the desk, swinging back and forth. 

Carl laughed to himself, shaking his head and sliding his hands over his chin. “You got hot.” 

Your eyebrows raised, and you swore you could feel your cheeks flush pink. 

“I got scared when I started thinking about you as… I don’t know. It was different, though. We were always best friends, and something just switched in me, and you were more than just pretty.” 

Your face was probably red at that point, and you couldn’t seem to bring your eyes up from your shoes. You could have sworn that he hated you, but you were apparently far from right. 

“Sorry,” he sighed with a smile. “Didn’t mean to make it weird.” 

“No,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “I just… wasn’t expecting that.” 

The silence that swept over the room made it easy for you and Carl to hear the sound of a shelf falling over from inside the store. You flinched when you realized how close the unknown people were to you. You had never been so alone and so scared before. There was always someone like Rick or Glenn with you to make sure you were safe, but you and Carl were alone that time. 

Your eyes swept over the room once more as you searched for a way to escape the room you were stuck in. You only noticed two possible ways out, and they were both extremely risky. Your first option was to go out the door into the store and try to fight off the people to get to your car. Your second option was to climb out the window, which was only about one foot by two feet big. 

“I wanna get out that window,” you stated. You hopped off the desk and told Carl to help you move it beneath the window to use as a stool. 

“(Y/N), you can’t be serious,” he huffed. “There’s no way we can fit through that tiny window.” 

“Well, we don’t really have any other options,” you said, letting go of the desk and deciding on climbing an old shelf instead. 

“Yeah, we do. We’re just gonna wait this out until Dad brings a group back to get us out. He’s not just gonna leave us here,” Carl argued. You knew he was right, but you didn’t want to wait it out. You wanted to get out of the small room and back to Alexandria. 

“(Y/N), get off the shelf. I’ll help you climb out the damn window,” Carl said, giving in to your idea. 

“Thank you,” you replied. 

“Under one condition,” Carl added. “If this plan of yours doesn’t work out, then I get to kiss you.” 

Your eyes widened, and your face flushed pink once again. “All subtlety out the window, I guess.” 

“You wanna try your window idea or not?” 

If you were being honest, kissing Carl Grimes wasn’t the least appealing thing you would have had to do. You would easily pick that over several activities you had been forced to endure. 

Carl helped you pick up the desk and move it beneath the window. You climbed on top of it, so you were face to face with the small glass frame, and it was clear to you that there was no way in hell you could fit through it. 

“This isn’t going to work.” You turned back to him, and saw the noticeably apparent smirk on his face. 

“You know what that means, right?” 

Originally posted by daily-walkers

Jealous.

Can you do one (this is like in season 4)where your Daryls daughter and you’re best friends with Carl but you befriend that nerdy guy, Patrick and Carl gets jealous and in the end Daryl totally loves you and Carl together

I hope you like it! 💕


Since you were a child, your dad, Daryl, had taught you to hunt. He had taken you with him on his hunting trips since your were little, he had given you your first crossbow when you were 9, and by the time people started to turn into walkers, you were as good at hunting as him.

In the prison, you hunted squirrels and opossums, and with a little bit of luck, you caught a deer every now and then.

“Mr. Dixon”, one of the new people from Woodbury said. He was a boy, a little older than you, he was wearing a dress shirt tucked inside his khaki pants. It was so weird hearing someone call your dad by his surname. “Thank you so much for that deer, it was delicious.”

“Yeah”, Daryl said as he took a piece of meat to his mouth to be crushed by his teeth.

“It would be my pleasure to shake your hand”, the boy said with a smile and hopeful look in his eyes.

Daryl licked each one of his fingers and shook hands with the guy, then he turned around to leave, taking you with him, it was time to go hunting again like every morning.

“Ew, dad, you’re disgusting”, you grimaced as your told him.

He ruffled your hair and laughed. You turned back and the boy smiled at you.

-

At sundown, you were walking down the halls, back to your cellblock, it was dark and the lights were soft when you stumbled upon a couple of books.

You fell to the floor on your hands and knees, you turned around and found that the boy from that morning was there.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry”, he said nervously. “These are mine, I’m sorry.”

You smiled gently and giggled at the thought of you falling down.

“It’s okay”, you said and crawled to sit next to him. “You really like reading, huh?”

You pointed at the books your had tripped on.

“Yes, I’m not really strong”, he said shyly. “I can’t do all that you do, like hunting and killing walkers. This is all I do all day long.”

“Sounds fun”, you smiled.

Daryl had always pushed to be tough, independent and strong, so you had never had the time nor the interest to pick up a book and sit down to read through the pages. But as you grabbed one of the books from the floor, you felt the need to read it.

“Have you read that one?”, he asked.

“No”, you answered simply.

“It’s good”, he said and nodded to himself.

“Really?”

“Yes, you should read it.”

“Can I keep it for now?”, you asked as you opened it in a random page.

“Sure, it’s yours”, he looked at you through his thick glasses.

“Thanks”, you smiled. “Wait, it doesn’t have any pictures.”

“But I’m sure you’ll enjoy it”, he reassured you.

“Okay”, you said and turned to look at him. “I’m (Y/N), by the way.”

“I’m Patrick.”

You went back to your cellblock and found everyone having dinner. You sat next to your dad and started eating from the plate he had left there for you.

Carl was sitting next to you. He had been your best friend since you met him at the camp outside Atlanta, Sophia, Carl and you had been best friends, but her horrible death had only brought you two closer.

“Hey, (Y/N), I found some comic books on the run with my dad, wanna read them tonight?”, he asked you.

“Uh, nope”, you answered while you chewed on a piece of meat. “I’m gonna be reading something else tonight.”

“Something else? What is it?”, he frowned, every night you stayed up late while reading comic books with a flashlight.

“A book I burrowed from Patrick”, you told him.

“A book? What is this, school?”, he grimaced and you rolled your eyes.

“Why do you care? You can read the comic books yourself”, you said dryly.

“Whatever”, he rolled his eyes too.

-

The next morning, Patrick was helping Carol cook. You had read the entire book that night, it had been so intriguing that you couldn’t stop reading, and getting yourself inside the imaginary world of the story had distracted you from the reality outside the walls of the prison.

“Hey, Patrick”, you sat next to him and gave him back his book. “Finished.”

“Did you like it?”, he asked, a little surprised that you had read it in one night.

“Yes, I loved it!”, you smiled widely. “Can I burrow another one?”

“Sure, which one would you like?”

“I don’t know, what other books do you have?”, you asked.

“There’s plenty in the library!”, he told you. “We can go there, if you want”

“That would be awesome!”, you got on your feet quickly.

“Great, let’s go”, Patrick stood up as well.

“(Y/N)!”, your dad called you, and you sighed as you threw your head back.

“I gotta go hunting”, you said. “But when I come back, we’ll go to the library together, okay?”

“Of course”, he smiled. “Have fun.”

-

After bringing a set of squirrels hanging from your shoulders back to the prison, you decided to look for Patrick.

“Hey, (Y/N)”, Carl greeted when he saw you in the hallway. “You wanna hang out before dinner or something?”

“Sorry, I’m gonna go to the library with Patrick”

“With Patrick?”, he uttered his name with disbelief, and he frowned. he didn’t understand why you liked being with him, to him, he was weird. “What is he, your boyfriend now or something?”

“What?”, you arched an eyebrow. “What is wrong with you? He’s my friend.”

“Well, you sure spend a lot of time with him”, he said angrily.

“Agh, you’re such a jerk”, you said and kept walking with loud and long steps.

-

You spend most days with Patrick, reading books and listening to him talking about his favourite books, the ones you could only hope to find someday while you were out there.

It was so much fun for you to be with him, he was sweet and intelligent, but Carl was starting to get angry, he was so jealous that you didn’t spend time with him anymore, and you were mad at him because he always wanted you to do what he said.

One night, after leaving the library with Patrick, he went back to his cell and you went back to yours. As you were sitting on your bed and opening the new book that Patrick had recommended for you, your dad appeared and he leaned on the doorway.

“Hey”, he smiled. “You didn’t come for dinner.”

“I wasn’t hungry”, you answered without looking at him.

“Carl says you didn’t want to see him”, he said hoarsely.

“Well, he’s not wrong”, you kept looking at the book.

“He’s your best friend”, he reminded you.

“He’s a jerk”, you said, still angry at Carl.

“I think he’s a good kid”, your dad told you.

“What do you know?”, you muttered under your breath.

“Excuse me?”, he raised an eyebrow and walked into your cell.

“He’s mad at me because I haven’t spent time with him”, you finally put the book down and looked at your dad.

“You don’t like him anymore?”, he sat next to you on the bed.

“I do but…”, you sighed. “Patrick is so different, and I like that.”

“Different how?”

“Well, no offence, dad, but you’ve always pushed me to be like you and-”

“Like me?”, he raised both his eyebrows.

“Yeah, tough and independent, but you never gave me a book or read me a story before going to sleep.”

“Ah”, he grunted and nodded.

“And Patrick gives me all these books and talks about awesome stuff”

“(Y/N), I’m sure he’s cool but Carl’s your best friend”, he said. He liked Carl, he was Rick’s son and Rick was his best friend, so he trusted he was good for you.

“But, dad”, you threw yourself on the bed, slamming your head on your pillow and covering your face with your hands. “He’s stupid.”

“You’re just saying that ‘cause you like him”, he laughed. You got up quickly and gave him a strange look.

“What?”, your voice was unusually high. “Like him? Of course I don’t like him, why would I like him?”

“He likes you too, I see it”, he nodded.

“Really?”, you smiled half a smile and blushed a little.

“I was kidding, I didn’t know you liked him but now I know”, he laughed again.

“I hate you”, you said as you hit him, your fist on his arm.

“Too bad, ‘cause I love you”, he ruffled your hair and pulled you roughly into a hug. “Now get out of here, Carl wants to apologise.”

You went out of your cell and found Carl sitting alone on one of the tables. He was looking down as he drew figures through the dust on the floor with his foot.

“Hi”, you said and he raised his gaze immediately when he heard your voice.

“Hey”, he blushed as he got on his feet.

“My dad said you wanted to talk to me.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry for how stupid I was this week”, he seemed nervous. “You were right, I was a jerk.”

“Oh, right”, you remembered calling him that. “I’m sorry for that too, you’re not a jerk”

“I am”, he laughed. “But it was just because I hate seeing you with him.”

“Why?”, you really wanted to know why he had been angry since you started talking to Patrick.

“Because you shouldn’t be with him”, he fiddled with his hands. “You should be with me.”

“With you?”, you asked, trying to hide the smile that kept pulling the corners of you lips.

“I like you so much, (Y/N)”, he said. “You’re my best friend, you were always there for me after my mom… died. And I just like you a lot.”

“You know Patrick is not my boyfriend, right?”

“I don’t know, you haven’t talked to me for over a week.”

“He’s not”, you laughed.

“Oh”, he dropped his gaze, which made you laugh again.

“Anyway, apology accepted”, you said and went to hug him. He inhaled deeply the scent of your neck and hugged you back. “And I like you too, but… my dad is over there.”

He looked behind you and saw Daryl leaning on the wall, looking at Carl while carelessly holding his crossbow. Carl giggled nervously and only kissed your cheek.

Back Off

Request Prompt: Can you do an imagine that takes place when Negan and the saviors come to Alexandria where Carl and the reader have a baby and Negan is giving the reader a hard time and he’s just being Negan and Carl starts being protective. Just something kinda fluffy between Carl and the reader -Anon

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Warning: Fluff

Y/N POV

Rocking back and forth seemed to sooth the crying child. I smiled down at her as she pulled at my shirt.

“Hey beautiful.”, I cooed as she grinned up at me. I put my finger within her reach and she grabbed on tight. Bringing her closer I placed a kiss to her forehead.

“Little pig, little pig! Let. Me. In.”, a voice called out and I bit my lip knowing who it belonged to.

Carl made his way toward us with a stern stare. “Go inside Y/N.”

“I won’t leave you out here.”, I replied.

“I’ll be fine just take the baby and go inside. I’ll come get you when they’re gone.”, he told me and I nodded. I carried our daughter inside before the door closed behind me.

I laid her in her crib as her eyes grew heavy. Before I know it she was alseep. I couldn’t help but stare down at her remembering how scares Carl and I were. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want to end up like his mother. He didn’t want that either. It was a rough time do the both of us.

*Flsshback*

My eyes remained on the ground as Maggie sought me put behind the drug store.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”, she asked full of concern. She’s been the closest thing I had to a mother. I hesitated to tell her until she nudged my arm.

“Come on, tell me.”

“I think I’m pregnant. I haven’t told Carl because I don’t know a hundred percent.”, said with tears threatening to fall.

“Honey, I’ll say this to you. You have to take responsibility. Both of you do. But whatever the outcome, that child will be loved by everyone.”, she told me and I turned to look at her.

“You really think so?”, I asked and she nodded.

“I’m behind you every step of the way. And so will Carl.” She smiled before I wiped my tears. At that moment Carl turned the corner with a worried sigh leaving his lips.

“Y/N, are you okay?” He asked as Maggie stood up to take her leave.

“Remember what I said.” Once she was out of sight Carl kneels down in front of me, reaching for my hand.

“I think I’m pregnant Carl.”, I mumbled and he remained silent. I could feel his hand tightening around my own causing me to caress his cheek with the other.

“I’m not going anywhere. I will fight. You won’t lose me like you did Lori.”, I said and he nodded.

“So will I. I will protect you with my life.”, he whispered before leaning his forehead on mine.

*End of Flashback*

A gunshot rang through the air causing me to jump, and the baby to cry. I picked her up immediately bouncing her trying to calm her down.

“Who pissed off the baby?”, a voice asked and I held her close as the door opened. My eyes landed on one of the Saviors before a sly grin appeared on his face.

“Shut the best up before I do it for you.”, he threatened resting his hand on his gun.

“Fuck you.” I spat before he moved to hit me.

“Dwight! That is enough. You can go around here threatening a mother and her child. That’s my job.”, Negan smiled. “Now who is this lovely ball of sunshine?”

He moved to peak at my daughter and I hesitantly turned so he could see her.

“Aren’t you a little young to he popping out babies?”, he questioned and I remained quiet.

“I asked a question. Its rude not to answer. Simple yes or no will do.”, he added and I felt tears sting my eyes.

“Does your mother know her kid has a kid?”, he laughed.

“My mother is dead. I don’t want to talk to you about her.”, I countered.

“So who’s the baby daddy? Some kid you met on a run? An older guy?”, Negan teased.

“Get away from her.” I glanced at Carl who quickly wedged himself between Negan and I. Negan quickly out the pieces together before letting out a loud laugh.

“Carl? Carl Grimes.. the future serial killer has a kid?! This is some juicy shit.”, Negan commented watching Carl glare at him.

“Carl-”

“Oh shit. You two really did huh? I hope I get to babysit.”, Negan smiled and I rocked the baby.

“Get your guys out of here.”, Carl sneered and Negan raised an eyebrow.

“I wouldn’t want to piss off the future S.K. now would I? Everybody out! Let’s go check the rest of the place. It’ll be a pleasure watching her grow up to be as badass as her dad and grandpa.”, Negan stated walking out with his bat over his shoulder.

Carl waited until he left before turning to me with a sigh of relief as he hands went to my waist. “Are you alright?”

I nodded as he pulled me and the baby close. She reached for his hat and he smiled before placing a sweet kiss to her forehead. Afterwards he kissed me softly.

“I told you I’d protect you. Both of you.”, he mumbled while brushing her hair.

“I never doubted you.”

Supply Run

#8 “Crap, I’m in love.” 

Reader x Carl Grimes

Word Count: Short.

You and your best friend Carl, were on a supply run. You did that quite often, He was fun to hang out with, and the group was low on supplies.

“Find anything?” You asked. He nodded. “Few bottles of water, some canned food. Not bad for a small run like this one.” He smiled. Before you could answer, you guys heard a few walkers.

You’d never really dealt with walkers much. You helped take care of Judith, and got supplies. You weren’t one of the fighters, in Rick’s group. But it wasn’t because you couldn’t. It’s because you chose not to.  “I’ll deal with-”

Before he could finish his sentence, you took out a sword and took and slaughtered all of the walkers standing there. Carl looked at you with his eyes widened, he couldn’t believe what he’d just saw. “Woah, I’ve never seen you kill one of them before. You’re a total bada*s.” He smirked.

You shrugged. “It is what it is. It’s just what I gotta do. Now come on, let’s get out of here. You smiled, before skipping off.

Carl smiled widely, before sighing.

“Crap, I’m in love.”

Puddin’.

Hey! Can I have a carl imagine where the reader is just a badass (I imagine something like Harley Quinn) during the lineup and she gets taken with Daryl and carl goes to get her(the episode when he has to sing) and he sees her and like busts her out? If you can’t it’s chill❤️

I hope you like it!💕

-I took me a long time to post this because I’m really self-conscious about it, but I hope you enjoy it.


Negan had you all on your knees, shaking and crying, but not you. After he killed Abraham and Glenn, you were the only one who didn’t show him that he had hurt you, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction. That meant you had to bite the insides of your cheeks and sink your nails in the palms of your hands. Negan swung his bat and a string of blood landed on your face.

He stood right in front of you, you looked straight into his eyes as you wiped the blood off with the back of your hand.

“You’re fucking crazy, darling”, Negan said with a twinge of amazement at how badass you had been compared to the rest of the group, he could tell you were certainly different. “I’m gonna have to take you with me.”

“Why?”, you asked with a frown. He didn’t answer, he called his men to take you to his truck and they kept you there for a while, then you heard the doors open again and they threw Daryl inside, next to you.

The doors closed and you felt the truck moving.

“You’re quiet today”, you said while looking at him. He turned to look at you, with his puffy red eyes.

Daryl didn’t say anything, he just stared at you for a moment.

“I don’t think any of it was your fault”, you said. “If that helps at all.”

The truck stopped suddenly, and you knew you had arrived.

The blonde guy with the burnt face opened the doors and pulled you out.

“Hello, boys!”, you said with a sarcastic laugh; you were just two people, just Daryl and you, you didn’t know why there were so many men waiting for you with their guns in hand.

“Dwight”, Negan called and the blonde guy turned around. “Take Daryl to his cell, I’’ll take her.”

Negan grabbed your arm and started walking towards the front gates.

“Ouch”, you complained as he pulled you, his grip on your arm was really strong.

“Sorry, darling, can’t risk you getting away”, he told you.

“Why not?”, you asked simply.

“I already told you”, he said. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“I’ve heard that before”, you said. “I just can’t see how that’s a bad thing.”

“Crazy people are unpredictable.”

“Yeah, I think we are”, you giggled.

Negan stopped in front of a grey door and it creaked when he swung it open, he threw you inside and closed it before you could even turn around.

The only light that entered the room was from under the door, but it didn’t light the room much. It was too dark, and you wondered if you were alone in there. Of course, inside your head, it never got lonely. Because of the voices.

-

Carl couldn’t sleep that night, he couldn’t stand the idea of leaving you in hands of someone like Negan. But there wasn’t much he could do in the middle of the night, so he decided he would go in the morning, once everyone was out of the community to scavenge for the things Negan had asked.

-

You couldn’t stop thinking about Carl, you knew he was worried about you because he always was. You missed him terribly, and the worst part was that you didn’t even know when you would see him again.

Carl had always been there for you, ever since you met him you had felt completely enchanted by his shiny eyes and the way his freckles overcrowded his nose and cheeks. All the moments you had shared with him were more special for you than your life before the apocalypse. Like the day you found a gallon of pudding and ate it together, which is where your nickname for him came from: Puddin’.

You sighed deeply and shook you head, you tried to think about something that didn’t make you so sad; like killing everyone at that place and escaping. It wouldn’t be easy, it was pretty much impossible, but you had to think of something.

-

Carl was already riding in the truck that was supposed to go to the place where Negan lives, he was hiding behind the things the Saviours had picked up from the Hilltop.

There were several guns piled up inside a box, he picked the biggest one and kept it close to him.

He didn’t have a solid plan, he was just going to go with it and kill whomever he had to kill, the only thing he knew he had to do was find you and bring you back home.

The truck pulled over and Carl took a deep breath, and when one of the men went to the back to unload the stuff, Carl shot him. The man fell flat in front of Carl and as his body hit the floor, his keys caught Carl’s attention. He grabbed them quickly and put them on the back pocket of his jeans before anyone saw him.

He heard Negan’s whistling and followed him with the barrel of the gun.

“You are adorable”, he chuckled but there was still a little bit of fear in his voice. “I think I know why you’re here, kid.”

Dwight pushed Carl to the ground and grabbed his gun, but before he could start searching him in case he had more weapons, Negan stopped him.

“Is that any way to treat our new guest?”, he said and Dwight backed off. Negan offered a hand to Carl. “Come on, kid, I’ll show you around.”

Carl stared right into Negan’s eyes, reluctant to take his hand.

“Then I guess you won’t be seeing much of your girl today”, he said. Carl was angry he even knew how he felt about you, but Negan was probably right, the only way he would see you and get you out of there would be by going in there with Negan.

Carl took his hand and stood up.

“Smart kid”, Negan smirked.

“What are you doing to her?”

“I was planning on doing the same I did to Daryl, but I’m afraid it just won’t work”, Negan told him. “She’s already way too fucked up.”

Negan took him inside and showed him the place. Everyone in there kneeled as Negan walked by and they called him “sir” or “boss”, no one did that for Rick back in Alexandria.

He took Carl to a fancy room, there were a bunch of women wearing black dresses, sitting on the couches and talking to each other.

“Can I talk to you for a minute, dear wife?”, Negan called one of them and with his finger signalled where he wanted them to talk, the woman who had been talking to a crying girl stood up from the couch and walked to the place where Negan had pointed his finger to.

Carl remembered how earlier Negan had said that he wouldn’t have time to screw any of his wives. So all of them were just that, his wives. Carl looked around, looking for you but at the same time hoping not to find your face amongst them.
Negan then walked towards the girl that was crying, she certainly seemed much more fragile once Negan sat in front of her.

They talked about something Carl couldn’t quite understand, but he didn’t care much either if it wasn’t about you. Negan went back to the first woman he had talked to, and started kissing her.

Someone showed up at the door and Negan held a finger up, telling them to wait.
Carl looked at them and saw it was Dwight and Daryl.

“Daryl”, he whispered and both of them immediately turned to see if Negan had heard him. He was still kissing his wife, so Carl and Daryl turned to look at each other again.

“She’s in a cell”, Daryl whispered as well. “The one next to mine.”

“Where is it?”, Carl asked him.

“I’ll show you”, Daryl said. “We’ll have to wait until he gets the iron.”

Carl didn’t understand what that meant, but he didn’t want to wait until that happened.

“There’s no time, I can’t wait”, Carl said and looked back at Negan, then at Dwight. Negan was still kissing her, and Dwight was looking intently at them. It was now or never, so Carl sneaked out of the room and ran through the corridors. He looked around for anything that looked like a cell but all the grey doors looked the same.

He wanted to call your name but he knew that if anyone heard him and he get caught, Negan would kill him. Or worse, he would kill you.

Negan would be done kissing his wife by now, and he probably already realised that Carl was gone, so he couldn’t waste any more time.

Carl heard footsteps approaching on the hall and he immediately entered an empty room.

“I have to take this food for her”, one of the men said.

“Isn’t that Fat Joey’s job?”

“Yeah, but she sent him to Carson’s yesterday”, he said. “She creeps me out.”

“That’s just a whole lot of pretty in a whole lot of crazy”, the other one said.

Carl knew they were talking about you, so he followed them until they reached the cell you were in.

After the men left the tray with food and locked the door, Carl waited until they were out of sight to try and open the door. He took the set of keys he had snatched from the dead man and tried with at least five keys before he found the right one. He opened the door quietly and stepped inside. He closed the door and narrowed his eyes to look for you in the darkness.

“What now?”, you asked, thinking one of the Saviours had come back.

“(Y/N)?”, Carl called. “It’s me.”

“Puddin’!”, you exclaimed and jumped on him. You couldn’t see it, but he was smiling. “How did you find me?”

“It’s a crazy story”, he said.

“Oh goody, ‘cause I love crazy stories”, you giggled and climbed down from him.

A siren went off on the corridors, Negan was clearly aware that Carl was gone and was alarming the rest of the community.  

“We have to get out of here”, Carl told you. “But it won’t be easy.”

“I’m sure finding me wasn’t easy either”, you said. “But you did it!”

“Getting out of here will be much harder than that”, he told you and searched for your face in the darkness, he placed a hand on your cheek and touched it softly, then he kissed it.

“Well, we better do it now then!”, you said and opened the door abruptly.

“No, wait!”, he yelled.

“Let’s go!”, you chuckled. “You’re not scared of shit, you’re not scared right now, are you?”

“No”, Carl shook his head.

“Then let’s go, Puddin’!”, you grabbed his hand and pulled him as you ran through the hall and tried to get out of there.

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Character: Dean Winchester                                                                                   Words: 1158                                                                                                              Warnings: Some swearing, light drinking, Dean being an idiot                                    Summary: Dean gets jealous when a guy flirts with you at a bar.

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Look at Me...Please. {:Carl Grimes x Reader:} Spoilers!!

Warning: There are spoilers, mentions of death, near amputation, and swearing!

Request:  Can you please do one where the reader is a mess after seeing Carl almost lose his arm so as soon as they get in the motor home, she scrambles to find rags and water to rub the black line off of his arm. And pulls him to the back bedroom is. (There is probably one in there)She’s so frantic that she doesn’t here him say her name at first but then he says her name louder and grabs her hands. She looks up at him w/tears in her eyes. And whatever else you want to add. Thanks! 😊

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The smell of blood was thick in the air. It covered the gravel, Lucille, and anyone near to the bodies. Sweat dripped down my forehead and onto the ground as I hunched over. The pain in my head and knees almost made me forget the situation but it was the smell of blood that made me come back to reality. Rick was gone, Abe was dead, and so was Glenn theirs last words ringing through my head. 

“Suck….. my….. nuts.” 

“Maggie, I’ll find you.”

Glenn was my best friend. He was everyone’s light and the purity of the group. I looked to him for wisdom and if there was something I wasn’t sure about, he was the man I went to. Maggie’s ragged breath was in my ear as I felt her arms around me. 

“Maggie. I’m so sorry.” I said looking at Glenn’s corpse. Abe’s blood was splattered on my face and body from Negan’s previous actions. 

“I know Y/N. There’s nothing we could’ve done.” Maggie struggled out. 

“I know. I just…. It happened so fast.” I said letting out a loud sob. 

“Here we are Prick.” Negan’s voice said said breaking through my sobbing. “Let me ask you something Rick- do you even know what that little trip was about?”   I picked my head up and watched as Negan walked around Rick who was crouching on the ground. Rick stayed silent as Negan waited for him respond.

“Speak when you’re spoken to.” Negan said looking down at Rick.

“Okay. Okay.” Rick said saying that he got the point.

“The trip was about the way that you looked at me. I wanted to change that. I wanted you to understand. But you’re still looking at me the same damn way… like I shit in your scrambled eggs, and that’s not going to work.” Negan said making questions fly around my brain.

“What is he going to do?” I thought to myself. 

“So, do I give you another chance?” Negan asked Rick with a smile on his face.

“Yeah. Yes. Yes.” Rick said reluctantly.

“Okay. All right. And here it is, the grand-prize game. What you do next will decide whether your crap day become’s everyone’s last crap day, or just another crap day. Get some guns to the back of their heads.” The Saviors cocked their guns and stepped forward placing the gun on back of my head and the barrel of the gun sat uncomfortably behind my ear. 

“Good. Now level with their noses, so if you have to fire… Pow! It’ll be a real mess.” Negan said chuckling. Negan Looked at Carl and smiled in a very evil way making a shiver run up my spine. 

“Kid. Right here.” Negan said making gestures with his finger. “ Kid…now.” Negan said after Carl didn’t move.

“No please you need him please don’t do it.” I said not able to control the tears running down my face.

“Now don’t you worry sweetheart. I’ll take good care of him.” Negan said looking at me making my cry even more. 

“Carl please don’t go. Let it be me. Let it be me.” I said grabbing Carl’s hand. 

“Y/N I have to go. I’ll be fine. You have to let go now.” Carl said pulling on his arm but it was no use because I had a death grip. “ Y/N You have to let me go. I’ll come back.” Carl said kneeling down, kissing my lips, and taking my hands in his pulling me off him. 

“Please Carl- Negan take me instead you don’t need me. Please I love him. Don’t kill him.” I said sobbing, reaching out for Carl as he walked up to Negan. 

“No you better shush now or I’ll kill him and everyone else.” Negan said directing Lucille at everyone. 

“Okay Okay. Carl I love you.” I said looking down. 

“Are you a southpaw?” Negan asked pulling off his belt. 

“Am I a what?” Carl asked with a hint of sass in his voice. I smiled at the thought of Carl’s face as he said that.

“Are you a lefty?” Negan asked rephrasing his original question.

“No.” Carl answered sternly. Confusion struck me and I was left wondering what Negan was going to do. I looked up in time to see Negan wrap Carl’s left forearm in his belt. 

“That hurt?” Negan asked wrapping it around Carl’s arm several times. 

“No.” Carl said tilting his head to one side as to shake off Negan.

“Should. It’s supposed to.” Negan said opening his eyes wide. “All right. Get down on the ground kid, right next to daddy. Spread them wings.” Negan said throwing Carl’s hat on the ground. I looked down not wanting to Carl being hurt and humiliated in front of the group. Negan’s voice and Rick cries could be heard as I squeezed my eyes shut wanting time to pass. 

Rick’s cries silenced and the sound of gravel crunching under weight was heard. Maggie’s silent cries filled the air as they began to get up wanting to get away from their place on the ground. 

“Y/N.” Carl said from above me. 

“Carl?!” I exclaimed looking up at him in shock. 

“Come on. Let’s get you out of here.” Carl said holding his arms open. I stood up shakily with the help of Carl, of course and looked around at everybody and one last look at the bodies of the people I once called my friends. “Don’t look at that Y/N.” Carl said in a sweet voice, direction my head to lay on his shoulder as we walked towards the RV’s open door. 

“Why did this happen?” I asked picking up my head so he could walk into the RV with me in pursuit. 

“I don’t know Y/N. I don’t know.” Carl said holding out his hand for me to take. My eyes traveled down his arm to the black, straight line of his forearm and for some reason my eyes were glued to that horrid line. I rushed into the RV and frantically searched through the cabinets looking for something to wash it off. 

“You need to take it off! You need to take it off!” I said tears brimming my eyes threatening to spill. 

“Y/N what are you doing. Calm down.” Carl said as I paced the main area. I ran to the bedroom hoping there would be something there as I searched through the drawers. 

“There’s nothing here! How can there be nothing here!?” I asked breathing quite heavily.

“Y/N.” Carl said softly trying to get my attention but I didn’t hear it the slightest. I paced the floor mumbling to myself trying to figure out how to wash it off and visions of the bloodied mess on the gravel that was now stained with blood. 

“They’re gone-”

“Y/N you need to calm down.” Carl said grabbing my arms stopping me in my tracks. “Look at me… Please.” Carl said looking down at me tears welling his eyes. The sight made you let out a loud sob.

“He was going to- He tried to do-”

“I know but I’m still here. I’m okay.” Carl said wrapping his long arms around me.

“Glenn and Abraham they’re gone. They are never going to-”

“I know. I know.” Carl said rubbing my head with his hand trying to sooth me. A loud sob escaped my lips as my knees gave away and I fell to the ground Carl going with me. My chest tightened as the memory of Glenn’s and Abe’s death ran through my head. 

“Why?” I asked myself sobbing in Carl’s arms. 

“I know It’s okay. You’re okay.” Carl said said putting his head on mine. 

“I’m okay.” 



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“He’s infectious, I need to be around him a lot of the time. If I’m away from him for like 15 minutes I’m looking for him. Just like being around him, don’t I…” - Jimmy Bullard 

He was the voice, he was the connection between everybody. The camp has just had its heart ripped out really… I’m just sorry to lose my best mate in here” - Carl “Foggy” Fogarty on Jimmy Bullard being voted out. 

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“What’re you gonna do about it, huh?” The kid shoved Hal against the lockers with a sadistic grin, hands balling into fists as he got ready to throw a punch. “You’re dad isn’t around to protect you now, Jordan.”

Hal bristled, a twist in of grief in his gut driving him on as he pushed against the hand on his chest. “Shut up Carl.”

Before he could take a hard swing to the face, a short blond kid in a red jumper stepped between them.

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Warnings: Swearing, Hostage Situation, Torture?

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Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25,26, 27, 28, 29, 30

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“Carlll!” You whine as he tickles your sides causing you to roll all over the bed. 

“I’m not going to stop!” He laughs pulling you closer to him. 

You giggle as you squirm under his touch, “Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you.” You smile as Carl releases you from his death tickle. 

You collapse against his chest, both of you breath heavily from to much laughing. He strokes you hair keeping you close to him. 

You face slightly turns from a big smile into a frown, “Carl, I didn’t want to tell you this for a reason.. But.. Well.. Travis he kissed me. We were just talking and he just came at me.  I don’t know what else to say other than I pulled away as fast as I could.”

Carl pushes you off of him and gives you his ‘look’ of disappointment. “He kissed you? And you kissed back?” He questions angrily. 

You shake your head, “No! I didn’t it was only like a fraction of a second.” 

Carl stands up and begins pacing the cell, “I don’t believe you. You and Travis have had a thing since he got here!” 

You stand up beside him and take his hands, “No babe! He’s just been a friend. I love you.” You explain. 

He turns away from you, “Get out, I don’t want to see you right now.” 

Your jaw drops and you place a hand on your hip, “Fine, I’m going. Let’s just take some damn time apart.” You storm out of the cell.

1 week later.

The past week has been a strange one. Passing by Carl was the worse, you both ignored each other and it didn’t make either of you feel good. He was pissed at you so in return you were pissed at him. 

You, Daryl, Michonne, Sasha, Tyreese and Carl stand out side a super Wal-Mart. You have your green back pack over your shoulder and you are standing as far away from Carl as possible. 

“Okay guys, we’ve watched this place for a few days, seems pretty clear of walkers but always be on the look out.” Daryl directs looking out at the group. “To make things faster we’ll go in groups of two. Carl, and y/n, Michonne and Me, and Tyreese and Sahsa. Sounds good? Okay let’s go!" 

You roll your eyes and shake your head walking over to Carl, “I’m still not going to talk to you.” He says walking forward. 

You purse your lips and follow the stubborn boy, your heart aching for him to just forgive you. Everyone slowly creeps into the large store splitting of into the three different groups. You and Carl keep your distance. Just being around him angers you. 

You veer off in the opposite direction, you can’t handle yourself around him. All you want to do is hug him and kiss him and tell him you’re sorry. Because you are, he just won’t listen.

You instantly stumble upon a can or corn and bend down to pick up it, something comes up behind you and throws you against the tile. Your head pounds as you lay on the floor. You look out of the corner of your eye and see a man dressed in tattered clothing, dirt, and an evil leer lurking on his lips.

You heart thuds against your chest, and you grab your bag and try to flee. He grabs you by your wrist and pulls you into him slapping you hard across the face. You feel cold sharp pressure on your neck, there’s not only one bandit, but two.

"Make one peep little bitch and you’ll be sliced meat.” The second guys threatens tightening his grip on you.

The other man grabs your bag and empties out the remains on the floor. Your gun, knife, water, food, blanket all fall out over the floor. He picks through the only stuff you have of your own.

“This is shit!” He sneers coming to you and punching you in the stomach with a can. You wince in pain but he slaps you again telling you to be quiet.

He places your things in his bag and turns to his accomplice, “Slit the bitch and let’s get out of here.” You struggle in the mans grip trying to get out.

Carl emerges from around the isle, “I think not. Looks like you’ve brought a knife to a gun fight. Lower the girl and her stuff or I’ll blow your heads clean off.” He threatens his gun raised.

The bandits look at each other, drop the bag and let go you go and run in the opposite direction. You fall to the ground clutching your neck, the feeling of the blade still lingers there.

Carl comes rushing to your side, “I’m sorry.. I’m sorry we’re fighting. I love you y/n.” He takes your face in his hands and wipes a single tear as it falls from your eye.

“I’m sorry too..” You choke out. He pulls your face to his and places his soft lips on yours. You placed your hands on the back on his head and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss. He has his warm arms wrapped around my body. Your lips move together sending chills through your body, he pulls away still caressing your face.You touch your forehead to his. “I love you too.” You smile weakly. 

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