Thunderstorms and Log Cabins (Carl Grimes x Reader)
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Carl Grimes x Reader
you do one where the reader and Carl are out on a run together and they’re best
friends. But the reader risks her life to save Carl and it causes a big fight
between them, which ends up making them get stuck in a huge thunderstorm and
they have to stay inside this cabin they found. Carl admits the reason he was
so mad is because he couldn’t live without her and he loves her. And the rest
descriptions of killing walkers, mentions of death, language, slight angst, awkward
teenageness, fluff, virginity loss, smut (unprotected. please do not do this
in real life.)
“Take that, you asshole.” You mutter as you stab the walker in the side of its forehead, watching it fall lifelessly to the ground. You bend over and pull the knife out of its head, immediately turning your body so you can kill the other walker that’s currently trying to attack you.
Yeah, the run that you’re on today isn’t going as planned.
“There’s still about a dozen more outside this door, Y/N, we don’t stand a chance. We’re going to have to escape somehow.” Carl yells over at you, using his own knife to get the walker that is in front of him.
A long distance relationship doesn’t have to be draining. It can be motivating, inspiring, incredibly romantic and still feel as meaningful as any other relationship. It can be filled with adventure and be a lot of fun (even without traveling).
I see far too much negativity on the ldr tag and it makes me really sad to see so many couples suffering. You guys need to remember why exactly this relationship is worth the extra effort, and if you can’t find enough reasons then maybe this relationship isn’t meant to be.
Chin up, LDR fam. We can fight the distance together. We are all here to talk to each other and support each other through difficult times. I doubt any of us assumed a LDR would be easy ^-^;;
Fight with love and be passionate.
Anyone that is always open to talk to someone in need of advice, please comment on this post. Let’s show how caring the LDR community is.
I’m sitting here on the plane. Half asleep, and cramped in between two people who just won’t stop talking. In front of me there is a couple that clearly are madly in love with each other and cannot keep their hands to themselves. I can overhear them talking about going home and how they cannot wait to see their cat. The romantic in me is so happy for them. But I can’t help but be a bit jealous of them. Because there is nothing I could want more than to be coming home to or with you, to have Ally there waiting for us to come home with his big cat eyes. I crave your touch in the slightest way. Your hand in mine right before we cross the street. Your hand resting on my knee as we are sitting at the table. The way you rub my back when you pick up on me getting a bit agitated. I crave your hugs, to be wrapped up in your arms. I want that more than anything. Not being able to experience every day with you outside of a phone call or on FaceTime, sucks. I know this is what I signed up for the moment I asked you to be my girlfriend. But my heart still aches to share your presence, to experience your beauty up close rather than from afar.
I’ve been gone for 4hrs and I miss you so much. I miss the way that you call for me in your half sleep half awake state and insist that I come closer and hold you. I miss the way that you give me that look right before you tell me that you love me and right before I tell you that I love you back. I miss how warm your body is, and how I can’t get close enough to steal it’s warmth. I miss how when I’m driving you reach out and place your hand on my thigh. I miss how you always make sure that I am okay. I miss the way you bury your face in the crook of my neck when we hug. I miss lying in bed and talking about any and everything. I miss how you fight sleep just to stay up and talk to me but you end up tapping out sooner than you wanted. I miss the glimmer in those pretty brown eyes right when you wake up in the morning. And your kisses….my oh my how I miss those. I miss how you let me take care of you. Whether it be by holding that huge ass bag you call a purse, standing behind you on the escalator just to ensure that no one bombards you from behind, making sure that I walk off the curb first to make sure that you make it off safely, letting you order first, always locking the doors when you get in the car, always putting myself in between you and any potential danger because I couldn’t bare it if anything happened to you.
I’m saying all this to say, I miss you and being away from you is no bueno. Adjusting back to my days without you right here is going to be a hard pill to swallow. But my love for you is bigger and deeper than any trial that comes our way. I will always be the big spoon, I will always let you get the last bite, I will always let you be the woman you inspire to be for me, and I will always be the best woman for you. Knowing that I have in you someone who is willing to fight the distance so that we can eventually have our life together, eases any doubt or fears. The apartment/house that we will get to decorate together, the fur babies we will adopt, the fights over what goes on the grocery list and about me always forgetting the one thing you told me not to forget, for the sleepless nights out of excitement because the day has finally come to share a home, space and life together, synced cycles, and the best slumber parties with my best friend. We just have to hold on little while longer.
I love you baby. More than all the words in all the books; as big as the earth; always and forever. 💕💕 @purpleraainicry