i was supposed to pick up carl

i feel like carl would go w enid to Sephora and he’d let her swatch lipsticks and eyeshadows on his arm, like he knows the drill, the second she picks something up he rolls up his sleeve and is like “i got u babe”

he’d make commentary even though he has absolutely no fucking clue what anything is.  he just wants to feel included.

“yeah enid that eyeshadow is pretty but is it really your shade??? :// doesnt match your skin” all matter-of-factly. 

“carl, this is highlighter…and, eyeshadow isnt supposed to match your skin.”

“pfft, i knew that. youre talking to a makeup expert here, Enid. dont i watch you put it on every morning? y’know, you use the brush…and the spongey thing….and the..um, the eyeliner…and the powder…” which makes her laugh bc hes so adorable. 

anonymous asked:

Here's a prompt for ya! Carl thinks Ron is dead because he doesn't come back with Rick after the run they went on, and as Carl is in the mist of having a breakdown, Ron comes back and surprises him. Is that too long? Oh well. Keep up the good work! XD

Thanks for the prompt, nonnie~ And I’m sooo sorry this took so long to come out. This one’s longer than my other stuff and it sucks but lmao at least i got it done


Rick didn’t really want to take Ron on the supply run. Sure, Carl had been teaching him how to use a gun, but Rick couldn’t help but feel like something was going to go wrong. He normally would’ve just told Ron to stay in Alexandria, but Ron insisted on going with them and Rick eventually gave in and let him come.

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Day 24

(Richonne- @lyraverse prompted me to write this.) 

Rick glanced over to where Michonne sat on the edge of the couch, sharpening her sword and looking grumpy as she flicked her thick dreads over her shoulder for the hundredth time in less than a minute. She looked like a pissed off panther annoyed by a fly. He wondered if it were partly his fault somehow. She’d been nothing but smiles the day before, her white teeth flashing in her dark face, causing him to grin in response. But now she kept frowning at him.

He heard footsteps on the stairs and sighed in relief when Carl appeared carrying Judith. The plump baby always managed to make Michonne smile no matter how hard her day had been.

“Hey, Michonne!” Carl said happily before greeting Rick. “What flew up your butt?” he asked laughingly when he saw her annoyance.

Rick gaped at his son.

Michonne didn’t seem to mind. She grumbled and sank back into the couch like a wrung out dish towel. “A walker got his grimy hands all over my favorite hair scarf, now I gotta walk around trying to do my thing with dreads in my eyes.”

Oh good, not my fault, Rick thought.

“Your dad wasn’t watching my back close enough and it was right up on me while I was trying to pick some berries out in the woods.”

“Hey, you said you didn’t need me hovering all over you. Said I was getting on your nerves.”

“That walker came from the exact direction your dad wasn’t facing,” she complained, turning to Carl.

Carl just chuckled, before placing Judith into her waiting arms.

She allowed a brief smile, but still shot a glare over at Rick.

“Thought we were supposed to look out for each other out there, Dad,” Carl scolded, shaking his head and clicking his tongue. “You’re setting a bad example.”

“I was looking out for her!” He protested, a light blush staining his cheeks. Well…he had been looking out for her…but more like just looking at her. Her skin looked amazing with the sunlight brightening some parts of it and losing other parts to shadows cast by the leaves. Jesus, he’d been sitting there writing mind poetry about her skin and she’d nearly been eaten alive.

That was a lie.

The walker had barely shambled out of the brush before Michonne was on it faster than it took Rick to register it was there. She’d honestly just messed up her scarf by tangling it in thorn bushes while trying to get at some blackberries. He guessed she was too embarrassed to admit that. She was probably more annoyed he’d seen that particular moment than the actual walker attack. The woman was a sweets addict and the berries were close enough to candy that she’d about lost her mind in ecstasy when she’d seen them.

Michonne met his eyes over Judith’s head and narrowed hers as if she could hear what he was thinking.

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