Summary: In a world whereCarl was the victim of Negan’s killings, reader recalls her relationship with Carl throughout the years with a series of flashbacks, leading up to her current day predicament.
Warnings: Swearing, fluff, implied smut, death
In honor of TWD new episode premiering in an hour!!
Flashbacks are in italics.
It was Carl’s eyes that attracted you first.
You two had met a long time ago, back at the farm. You were sitting inside your house, playing with your sister Beth when his dad carried him in. You remember the first time you had seen him for real was after your dad, Hershel, had performed surgery on him and everyone was sure he was going to be ok. You were so excited to have another person there around your age. When you looked at him, you thought he was so cute. His eyes were the most beautiful blue you’d ever seen. Of course, you never told him that.
“Daddy, who is that little boy?” You remember asking your dad after he finished the operation. “Is he going to be ok? Who are all these people?”
“His name is Carl. He was shot on accident, but he will live. He might like to meet you after all of this dies down. I don’t think their group had another little kid in it.”
“Boys are gross.” You had crinkled your nose.
A few days later, you happened to be walking into the kitchen when you caught a glimpse of him. He was still in pain from getting shot but he was doing better.
“I’m Carl.” He had told you. He had eyes just like his fathers did, only his were prettier. Freckles were covering his face, and he was wearing a sheriff hat.
The two of you were just little kids back then, and an instant friendship hit off. The two of you were inseparable, doing everything and anything together. You were there for the death of his mom, being the only one to comfort him since Rick had gone off the deep end.
You watched as Rick started crying once Maggie and Carl told him the news. The baby was born, but Lori died. You couldn’t help but shed a few tears yourself hearing of her death. She was such a nice woman to you and had always treated you like a daughter of her own.
Rick left, and by doing that he had left Carl completely by himself.
“Carl?” I had gone up to him in his cell one day.
“What do you want,” He had asked you dryly, as if he hadn’t spoken in days.
“I want absolutely nothing from you.” You had sat down next to him. He had looked up at you with tears in his eyes, but nothing ever fell. You pulled him into a hug, and the two of you stayed like that for hours, embracing each other.
The two of you had kept it strictly friendly until you arrived in Alexandria. Between being separated for months, to Terminus, there had been too many bad events after the governor blew up the prison for the two of you to explore anything different. But as soon as you got to Alexandria, and things calmed down, everything changed. When Carl saw you all dressed up at the welcoming party, he couldn’t deny his feelings for you any longer.
You pulled the dress over your head, looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked nice. Someone had lent you a dress to wear, which felt odd wearing since you hadn’t worn a dress since you were twelve. The fabric was comfortable but still beautiful, and it felt like a luxury. You had on makeup for the first time in your life, and your hair was down for what felt like the first time in ages. You always kept it up in a ponytail.
“You look beautiful, Y/N.” Maggie had told you. “You’re going to be the star of the show.”
“Doubtful.” You had laughed. “I’m still not sure how I feel about being here.”
“I wish Beth and Dad were here.” You had said quietly.
The party was awkward for you at first. Everyone seemed to know each other very well already, and you being a shy, quiet person did not help your socialization skills. Carl had seen you by yourself in the corner when he came up to you, linking his arm with yours. He looked really nice, and you couldn’t deny it. He was an attractive guy.
“Don’t be a loner,” He had said. “I met some people here around our age. You should give them a chance.”
“I’m never a loner, Grimes.” You smiled at him. He loved your smile, it made his heart weak every time he saw it.
“You look really good.” He gulped, sounding nervous.
“You don’t look too bad yourself. We clean up nice.”
He introduced you to everyone, and they all seemed nice enough. But you weren’t interested in spending time with any of them, not really. You just wanted to be with your best friend.
At some point during the night, you pulled him away to get away from the stuffiness of the room.
“Too many people,” You had said after the two of you got outside. You were walking around the streets, something that you hadn’t got to do for a long time with a sense of safety.
The two of you were holding hands as you walked, something that you always did. Both of you always said it was just a friendly thing, to other people and each other, but the both of you had felt inside that it was more.
“This is nice. I kinda like it here.” You told him. “I’m not exactly comfortable with it yet, but for now, I decided I’m going to enjoy it.”
“Y/N, I like you.” He had blurted in response, something completely off topic, but you hadn’t cared.
“What?” You wanted to hear him say it again.
“I like you.” He said it more quietly that time. You looked into his eyes, bringing your faces together.
“Well it’s a good thing I like you, too, Grimes.” You whispered, and brought him into a kiss.
Things had gone well for a long time. The two of you were officially together, at least as together as you could be during the state of the world. The only problem had occurred when Ron decided that he liked you, too. It was a big deal- Carl was very protective boyfriend, and seeing Ron try to break you too up did not go down well.
“I’m going to kill him.” Carl growled, pacing back and forth inside of your room.
You had just told him about how Ron had come up to you earlier during the day and attempted to make a move on you. At first, he was just telling you how beautiful you were. This wasn’t a big deal to you- it was just a compliment, nothing to make a big deal about. But then he mentioned something about how Carl couldn’t make you happy like he could. And then he tried to kiss you. He almost got close to touching your lips before you realized what was going on and you kneed him in his weak spot.
You had debated whether or not to tell Carl. You knew that there was a lot of friction between the two of them, and this would just make it worse. But you also knew that if someone had made a move on him like that, you would want to know.
“I already put him in his place, please don’t.” You had begged.
“Too fucking bad. He doesn’t get to touch my girl.”
You watched him as he stomped out the door. You were going to follow him out the door, but decided that you would rather not see Carl beat someone up.
Turns out, you didn’t get that choice, because Ron happened to be walking by your house when Carl got outside. You could see it all from your window.
Carl didn’t even say anything as he went up to Ron and punched him in the face. You gasped as Ron stumbled slightly, but before he could hit back, Carl clocked him again.
This went on for what felt like forever, although you’re sure it was only a few seconds, before Rick came and broke it up. You thought he was going to yell at Carl, but surprisingly, he just gave Ron a stern look and told him to go home.
When Carl came back into your house, he had started kissing you with more hunger than you had experienced from him before. Sure, you’ve made out before, but it was usually quite innocent as the both of you were very inexperienced.
“You are mine.” He had told you, picking you up and setting you on the bed.
“I’m yours, Carl. Only yours.” You moaned as he started kissing your neck.
Things picked up after that. Ron never messed with the two of you again. The two of you were undoubtedly in love with each other- everyone could see it. Besides the sneaking around to have sex, the two of you were well accepted by the group and no one protested like you two had thought they might- especially Maggie. Being her only living relative left, she was quite protective of you.
“So, we need to talk.” Maggie had come up to you one day while you were washing clothes.
“Okay.” You set down the shirt to give her your full attention.
“You and Carl are getting serious, right?”
“I guess, yeah.” You had shrugged.
“I’ve heard some… Rumors about the two of you guys. I just wanted to make sure you’re being safe.” Maggie looked uncomfortable. She loved you with all her heart, but she also knew that she couldn’t stop you from doing anything.
“Where exactly are you hearing this from?” You had questioned her, starting to panic. You thought that the two of you were being sneaky and no one had known that you took your relationship a step further.
“Daryl might have seen you two hooking up while he was on night watch. And I might have heard you guys before when you thought you were alone.”
“Oh my god.” You had blushed, embarrassed.
“We didn’t want to make you guys feel embarrassed. We just all want you to be safe, Rick included.”
“Rick knows?!” You had basically yelled. You wanted to die right then and there.
“He might have also heard you guys a few times when you thought you were alone.” Maggie looked like she was going to start laughing at any moment.
“Please kill me. I can never face anybody again.” You had groaned.
Besides the relentless teasing you experienced after that, you two were happy as you could possibly be. You two would be with each other at every given moment of the day, except for at nights when you were forced to go home. But half the time you would just sneak out to see each other, anyways.
When Alexandria came under attack, you thought you were going to die. Carl was the one who kept you calm and collected as you walked through the walkers. He kept squeezing your hand in reassurance the entire time. But then the plan went to shit when Sam started freaking out. Sam got bit, which made Jessie get bit. Which lead to Carl getting shot in the eye.
For a while after that, Carl refused to talk to you. He wouldn’t let you see him, no matter how much you told him that his eye being gone would not change your opinion of him.
“Don’t come in here.” He had warned you from his room, you standing in the hallway.
“Carl, you can’t avoid me forever.” You sighed, leaning against the doorway.
“I’m ugly. You’re not going to want me anymore. I’m hideous.” He sounded choked up.
You had enough. You walked into his room, and touched his shoulder, him still standing with his back to you.
“Let me see.” You whispered. Carl turned around slowly, showing you a bandage wrapped around his face, his eye socket covered.
When you didn’t say anything, he turned around quickly and pushed you away.
“Get out of here.” He whispered, tears forming in his eye.
“Carl,” you turned him around. “You’re the most handsome man I have ever seen in my life, regardless if you are missing an eye or not. I still want you. You are not, and never will be, ugly.” You poured you heart out to him.
“Thank you, Y/N.” He smiled. You pulled him into a kiss, making sure to be gentle as you didn’t know his pain level.
“I love you.” You finally said. You had been wanting to say that for a long time, but were waiting until the right moment.
“I love you, too.”
Things were finally going smoothly after that. The walls of Alexandria were rebuilt, Carl’s eye socket healed (he looked the governor, but you would never tell him that- he was already insecure), and your group was doing well after everything that had happened.
Carl was coming to terms with the fact that he lost his eye, but it was still hard for him. He acted like he didn’t care, like he was this big, strong man, but you knew better. He was insecure. But things were getting better.
That was until you met Negan.
You can remember that night like it was yesterday, all the events of what happened. They’re fresh in your memory, leaving you with nightmares every night of what happened.
You were all forced to sit on your knees in a line as you met the leader of the Saviors.
You were scared, although you wouldn’t admit it. You kept glancing down over to Carl, waiting in anticipation for the man to show up. You knew something bad was going to happen. Rick had killed a bunch of his men, and now he has your entire group in his lineup- it wouldn’t end nicely.
The era of power surrounding him was like none you had ever experienced before. He was immediately directed towards Rick.
The way he spoke to him, it was so condescending and power filled. It terrified you.
Then he started taunting everyone as he chose who he was going to kill. He turned a child’s game song into something entirely different, very sadistic.
It landed on Abraham.
Nobody dared to say anything. Especially not you, once you heard Negan’s threat to cut out Carl’s other eye. You cried, the tears blinding your vision, but you could still hear the whack of his bat bashing in Abraham’s skull.
You thought it was over. He said one person.
But then he dragged Carl out.
And started bashing in his head.
You couldn’t control yourself this time. You started screaming and reaching out for him, but one of Negan’s men stopped you. You sobbed and screamed as Carl’s head eventually turned into nothing, just smashed brain and blood.
Negan was laughing at this, at all of this. You tried your hardest to escape from their grips, but you couldn’t.
“You, what’s your name?” Negan came up to you.
“Y/N.” You spat. The group watched you, looks of terror filling their faces. Maggie started crying, thinking she was going to lose you.
“I thought I said not to fucking get up, what the fuck happened to that?”
“You just-“ You couldn’t even finish your sentence, you were crying too hard.
“Oh, were the two of you together? My apologies.” He laughs. “Not.”
“If you weren’t so fucking disrespectful and you knew how to listen, I’d make you one of my wives. Goddamn shame.” Negan continued.
You thought he was going to kill you, but instead, he just moved on to keep talking to the group. Taunting them, tearing them down.
You still missed him to this day. He was the love of your life, and he would always be in your mind. You would never forget about him.
“What’s up, Y/N? You look like you’re about to cry like a little baby.” Negan showed up. He snapped you out of your thoughts, your memories of what you and Carl were.
“I’m good.” You smile weakly, hoping to fool him. You don’t show weakness around him. You can’t, not if you don’t want to be punished.
“Great, ‘cause I need my good girl right now.” He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.
That night, he didn’t let you free. He took you in as prisoner, but his lust for you outgrew his anger. He was never going to let you leave, he let you know that every single day. He refused to make you one of his wives, and although he still claims that he doesn’t fuck anyone outside of them, he makes some pretty bold moves on you.
The only thing that gets you through the day is reminiscing about Carl, remembering the good times you had with him.
You tell yourself every day that you will get out of here. You will go home, you will see your sister again. But the longer you’re there, the longer you give up hope that you’re ever get to leave. You’re watched every moment of the day, whether it’s by Negan’s minions or by Negan himself.
Negan takes you to the bedroom, but doesn’t stay in there with you. He just slaps your ass and walks away, locking the door behind him. You walk over to the desk, grabbing a pen and writing out a couple simple sentences, letting a tear fall onto the page as you slammed the journal shut afterward. The person it was directe to wasn’t ever going to see it, and Negan would kill you if he saw it, but it gave you hope. Hope that everything would be ok.
Plot: y/n gets invited back home for a unwanted forced family Christmas celebration and brings stiles as support to face her family she hated and never accepted her
Warnings: strong mentions of broken families and verbally abusive familiy
Pairing: stiles x reader , thepack x reader
“I’m not kidding stiles , it’s just a Christmas celebration. I don’t have to see anyone I don’t want to see” she sights looking up to brown eyes book from the book who had captured her attention for many hours now “ besides isn’t Christmas supposed to be celebrated with people who you love and love you”
“Y/n , they are your family , of course they love you” stiles threw his arms up in the air looking at her with defeat look.
She shook her head going back to the book" you don’t understand , they tortured me for 16 years I don’t think anyone can’t threat a human they even slightly cared about the way they were towards me"
“Come on , it’s still rude to not go” Stiles begged her ,basically on his knees “I just really want to meet them , I promise I will be by your side the whole night”
She closed her book looking up at him with defeated eyes “ fine, get out so I can get dressed” she sighted pushing him out the door “ you own me one stilinski”
Half an hour later Stiles was dressed in a formal shirt and skinny jeans waiting on y/n in the living room as he heard the click of a pair of heels coming down the stairs. His jaw almost dropped at the sight of y/n dressed in a figure fitting , red satin dress that reacher her only a few mm above her knees. His mouth open in wow as he stared at the girl with a fond smile.
“What? Is something wrong with my outfit?” Y/n asked looking down at her clothes and back to Stiles who was shaking his head.
“You look absolutely amazing , perfect , mind blowing , damn” he rambled on only stopping when he ran out of breath.
A small giggle left y/n , looking down a blush visible across her cheek “ come on Stiles , it’s quite the way to that hell house”
They hadn’t even been in the car for an half an hour when Stiles started to complain about the distance “ god, that’s quite the distance”
She sighted looking out the window “ yeah it was the point. Run fast and run far.”
Next time they spoke during that ride was when Stiles stopped the car and told here they were in front of the house she spent so many awful years in.
Her breath almost hitched in her throats as the door opened nod she was met with the face of some distant relative she didn’t recognize.
“Who are you?” The woman asked raising an eyebrow , small sight left y/ns mouth as Stiles wrapped his arm around her waist for support.
“I’m y/n , my parents invited me back for a family gathering” y/n mumbled.
“Of course y/n ” the woman opened the door before walking in mumbling “ times does change people , not always for the better”
“Hey don’t listen to her , she is probably a crazy unwanted aunt we all have and don’t want” Stiles said trying to lighten up the mood.
She turned at him almost raising an eyebrow “ in that case my whole family consist of-”
“Y/n , is that you?” Her mothers voice interrupted her.
Y/n took a deep breath closing her eyes shut for a moment “ oh god please kill me now” she turned around trying to put on a smile as her mother walked up to her “ Hey mom”
“We didn’t think you would actually come” her mother said chuckling.
“Yeah I’m regretting the fact that I came now” she breathed out without anyone but Stiles hearing “ Mother this is Stiles , my boyfriend”
“Boyfriend?” Her father asked walking up to them “ oh come on honey, he is way out of your league. How much did you pay?”
“I’m not a prostitute, dad” she replied looking down.
“Actually sir, we met at school and I fell for your daughter the moment I sow her” Stiles said a feeling of guilt washing over seeing after seeing how they treated her and the fact that he made her come to this party.
“Oh so you actually go to school.” Her mother said with a dramatic shocked look on her face “ speaking about school, your brother skipped from freshmen to junior this year with five AP classes and he is going to be a honor student. How are you doing?”
“Well I…” she started , looking up to Stiles quietly asked for help on how to explain that she was too busy with hunting supernatural creature to study.
“Failing as always , aren’t we?” Her father asked shaking his head “ well someone has to be the families disappointed” he than announced that it was dinner and walked away with another glance at her.
“Lets go to the table. I see that your dress is quite slutty so be careful you don’t eat much. I see that you’ve already gained a few , it wouldn’t look good with three boobs” her mother sat by the table laughing.
“Miss you have no right to talk to her like that” Stiles raised his voice as he sow tears in the corner on y/n eyes.
“Excuse me , this is my house and when that girl decided to run away 3 years ago and become some sort of run away whore she couldn’t expect more” her father answered from the other side of the table grabbing everyone’s attention.
Her eyes wandered around at all the eyes looking at her chuckling and shook their head “ I can’t do this” she turned around running to the door without another word.
“I’m sorry for your loss Mrs and Mr Y/l/n, I’m sorry that you had the best child in the world and you lost her. You lost her because you never learned to accept her for who she really is. I’m sorry that you failed as parent. ” Stiles said walking to the door only pausing for a second before walking out “ And while you forgot to love your daughter I assure you the rest of the world will love her for what she is. Happy holidays and good bye”
“I heard” Y/N said standing outside the door with tears running down her face but a smile upon her lips
“Someone had to tell them” Stiles sighted shrugging wrapping his arms around her" come on , it’s still not too late for that Christmas get togheter at Lydias place"
“Stiles, y/n? I though you said you couldn’t make it from y/ns family party in time.” Lydia questioned opening the door for them to come inside.
“We decided that Christmas was the time for people you love and who love you” Stiles explained putting his arm around y/n shoulder.
Lydia nodded having been told the y/l/n family situation" come in , I’m gonna make you two a cup of hot coco"
Y/n nodded with a silent thank you as they walked to the living room.
“Y/n?” Liam exclaimed as she walked in and jumped up wrapping his arms around her in a bone crushing hug “we didn’t think you would make it”
“Christmas is about family , I wouldn’t miss this for the world” y/n said sitting on the couch and for the first time really at everyone there she peeked down at her hot coco and a real smile appeared on her face"family ain’t always blood and blood ain’t always family"
He’s like a… Have you ever seen a drunk baby? Ah, it’s a long story involving my son, a rum cake, and a low counter. Suffice it to say, that it turns out, at first, it’s endearing to watch them bounce off of the walls, but man, you take your eyes off them for one second and bam! They’ve got a bucket on their head and they’re plowing right through your brand new flat screen TV. God save me, it was barely out of the box.
Groaning you shifted slightly against the bed, your arm
reached out for Jason only to feel slightly warm sheets under your hand. He is probably in the bathroom, you
thought snuggling deeper into your pillow, yawning tiredly you curled your body
into a loose ball.
The sound of breaking glass made you jolt from bed, your
fingers fumbled with the lamp on the bedside table until you were finally able
to turn it on “Jason?” You called out stepping from under the covers, when no
response came you walked across the hardwood floor to the door which was
Walking out into the dark hallway you looked in both
directions for any signs of Jason, all you found was a long dark passageway,
letting out a shaky breath you gripped the railing on the staircase and slowly descended
it. As soon as your foot hit the bottom step you were grabbed roughly from your
left “Jason, you never told me you had a girlfriend.” A deep voice chuckled,
his hot breath fanned the back of your neck making your eyes screw shut in
“Don’t, please don’t hurt her.” Snapping your eyes open a
bloodied, bruised Jason rested on his knees a few feet in front of you, men
standing tall on each side of him gave you a smug smirk “All I was is the money
Jason, give me that and I won’t hurt her.” Your brows furred together, money?
”I don’t have it here, I have to go to the bank and take it
out.” Jason’s eyes were pained and glossy as he stared intently at you, a
whimper passes your lips at the sharp pain suddenly brought to your back when
the man behind you buried the barrel of his gun deep into the small of your
back “That’s not going to work Jason, I want my money and I want it now.” He
“I don’t have that much here, the most I could give you
right now is half.” He bargained, his tone was low and submissive “I don’t want
half Jason, you should’ve thought of this before you borrowed it from me,
either you give me the money now or I kill her.”
“No,” Jason weakly whipped his head up “No please don’t bring
her into this.” Silent tears outlined your cheeks at the reality of his words “Kill
me, let her go please.”
The man stayed silent for a moment before removing the gun
from your back “You have until tomorrow to get me the money, no more games
Jason, you choose this life and now you are going to face the reality of it, I
will kill her if that money isn’t in my hands tomorrow.” A shiver ran
throughout your body at his threat, he winked your way before him and the two
men disappeared, leaving the house.
Jason was quick to stand to his feet, pulling you into a
feverish tight hug he apologized repeatedly.
“I’m so sorry you had to go through that baby, so sorry.”
So there is this super hot teacher at my school and we have english class with him. We had to read some short stories for his class and then splitting in groups of 2 and analyse it. Me and my friend had to do the analysis of the main character and then give a presentation to the class. Up to this point it was fine, I was prepared and everything BUT when I got in front of the class my mind blanked out. I was writing the title ‘analysis of the character of mr. Pinmay’ on the board when somehow I forgot if it was written analYsis or analisYs. I turned to ask my friend but she wasn’t listening. Just when the whole class (the hot teachet too) started laughing hysterically I turned around again and notice what I had actually written… in capital letters… with a red marker on the white board.. an only word: ANAL.
Did someone say kid!Crash doing martial arts?? 😅 Have a taunting cutie who can beat anyone up. I finally had enough diamonds to buy the quest and he’s just to precious. I wanted to take a quick break from requests and do my own thing. I haven’t drawn traditionally for nearly 3 weeks. It feels so weird but I’m gonna get back into my mojo one day.
Hello everyone! Surprise haha! I don’t exactly know how this idea came to me; perhaps from watching the Mockingjay trailer for the umpteenth time. But I decided that I would write a little story from Hijacked!Peeta’s point of view. This little one-shot is a missing segment from Mockingjay, in which the star squad are staying in tents and preparing to head to the Capitol. I hope y'all enjoy; it was just a little ficlet that grew into something more, and I rolled with it haha! So without further adoooo…
Fight a Losing Battle
“Mutt. Mutt. Mutt. Mutt.”
The frightening chanting within my head ends abruptly as I jolt awake, encased in a thin layer of sweat.
I blink hard, slowly bringing myself back to reality. Or at least, as much as I can; the nightmares and horrible visions are still fresh in my mind. They lurk and contort into dark shapes before my eyes, and I clench my fists hard, willing them to go away.
I’m so tired. I’m exhausted with having to deal with these strange hallucinations, not knowing what’s real or not. Not knowing who’s lying to me and who’s telling me the truth. Not knowing if the people surrounding me are actually my friends or my fiends.
I feel like there used to be a time when it all made sense, when everything flowed together in a happy melody. I feel like there was once a time where I woke up, and was aware of everything around me. Not living in this constant state of confusion, aggression, and fear.
I feel like I actually had something worth living for.
But did I really, or is that just some, shiny memory trapped within my tainted brain?
People have been telling me so many things. I’ve been told that I used to paint and bake, both of which I’ve attempted again since my supposed “hijacking;” anyone who deals with me uses that word.
It’s a new term to me, but just like everything else, I don’t question it. I simply try to fit it back into the confusing labyrinth that is the present.
Hobbies and past times haven’t been so bad to adjust to, or hard to believe. The one, true thing that is bothering me the most, is who I love, allegedly.