where is carl grimes

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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

New Years Resolution, find a best friend to fan girl with👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼 position currently open: has to love Star Wars, Games of thrones, Walking Dead, etc etc. ❤

Daughter-Carl Grimes

Requested: Nope

Plot: Y/N is Negan’s daughter who he loves more than he loves Lucille. One day, she finally was able to do a waterfall braid in her hair-and since her mother is already dead-she ran to go tell her father. Negan doesn’t care if he’s sitting in his room having a meeting or about to let Lucille feed, he will stop everything for his baby girl. This particular day was the day Carl Grimes just so happened to be sitting in Negan’s room, staring down the man as he paced and talked about how good it had felt to kill Carl’s friends. 

Warnings: Swearing (duh), death, mentions of death, mentions of cancer

Paring: Carl Grimes x Female!Reader 

Word Count: 6,393

A/N: Hey! Sorry this is super long, but I just kinda kept writing. Let me know if you want more of this. (Also sorry for any inconsistencies, I wrote this over a couple days) Part 2 is up now, right here! <3

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Word Count: 2,300ish

Carl Grimes x Reader

Summary: In a world where Carl 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.

“Y/N.”

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.”

“Me neither.”

“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.

‘Rise up, Rick. Save us. Bring me home.’

Lazy day (kinda smut) // Carl

WARNING: smut

Request for anon, I hope you enjoy :)

this is my first time writing any kind of smut I’m sorry if this is awful!

Originally posted by relationshipaims

In Alexandria, most days were spent guarding the towers, scavenging for whatever you could find, doing the washing etc. By the end of the day everyone was exhausted.
But there was one day just every once in a while, when Rick would allow some people to put their feet up and relax if he felt worthy. You spent those days with Carl, the two of you would do things like cuddle, go on walks around Alexandria or bake. On the days that he didn’t have the day off you would follow him around Alexandria like a lost puppy.
Today you both had the day of and your only plans were to lay around the house.
“Carl put me down!” You yelled as Carl threw you over his shoulder, you wouldn’t tell him but you liked when he did this, you got a perfect view of his ass ;) He laughed lightly and threw you down on the bed. He began tickling you, his hands running up and down your waist and neck.
“C-Carl stop please, I’ll do anything” you say in between laughter and he stops suddenly.
“Anything?” He smirks You nod, refusing to let your grin show. He kisses you suddenly taking you by surprise, it was full of lust and need. His hands wonder your thighs and for a moment you take in the feeling of his hands on you, knowing that one day you may never feel this again.
You rolled him over so you were on top, straddling him and rolling your hips over his hard on creating friction between the two of you. Carl moaned making you giggle, you loved knowing just how good you were making your boyfriend feel.
Carl’s hands slid up your shirt, removing it in the process. He looked at you like you were a work of art, you were his muse.
“Fuck you’re so beautiful” he said right before attacking your lips with his again, his lips were slightly chapped but were surprisingly soft. He flipped you over again so this time he was on top. The look in his eyes showed pure lust and excitement but yours probably showed the same.
Carl threw his shirt of throwing it in a random corner and you took a moment to take in his perfectly toned chest. You had thoughts of running your nails down it, or sucking hickeys every were to show everyone he was yours.
His lips moved down your neck sucking just below your collar bone, biting the mark he left before moving down more.
“C-Carl hurry, please” You begged your teasing boyfriend
You could feel him smirking against your skin before he slid your pants down.
His eyes scanned your almost bare body and you wanted to smirk knowing just how turned on he was right now.
“Patience baby” he bit his lip and you almost let out a moan at how hot he was.
He kissed down your neck, passed your breasts and down your stomach before slipping down your underwear. Your hands gripped the pillows as you knew you would need something to grip onto.
Just before he could start thought, there was a sudden knock at the door downstairs.
“Ignore it baby” he said and came up to kiss you roughly
When you two thought the person outside had gone his hand crawled down to your lower region, without warning he slipped a finger inside of you making you arch your back off of the bed and bit his lip softly from the shock.
You felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure and never wanted this moment to end.
“That feels so good Ca- “before you could finish the door was harshly pushed open by the one and only Rosita, your older sister.
“You little bastard!” Rosita seemed furious and began swearing at the two of you In Spanish, Carl seemed terrified as he scrambled to put his, and your clothes back on.
“Rosita I-I” Carl was at a loss for words and you wanted to laugh at his awkwardness, it was adorable.
“You’re 16 Y/N! what would you do if you got pregnant!?”
You were both now fully dressed again and you felt less embarrassed about the situation, it was kind of funny thinking about it only minutes later.
“Relax Rosie, you got to stop worrying about me so much. I totally understand why you do especially in our situation but just tone it down a little, I wouldn’t do anything with Carl unless I trusted him completely” Carl smiled at you through his embarrassment
“i hate you sometimes” she sighed “just no babies alright?” you both nodded your heads vigorously before she walked away.
“So where were we?”

Best Friend - Carl Grimes

Requested by anonymous.

“So, this is where we usually come to hang out,” Ron said, revealing a room on the top of a house in the far corner of Alexandria. You looked around, and tried not to look as impressed as you were. 

There was a stack of comic books nearly as tall as you were. A video game system was sitting next to a tv, and you were astounded that it actually worked. Carl kicked a can of soda across the room, and you scoffed a little bit.

“What?” Ron asked. “Not what you expected?”

“Yeah, I was hoping for much more.” Carl snorted a little, but everyone else in the room looked confused. Enid looked you up and down.

“It was a joke,” Carl explained. You rolled your eyes, and stepped deeper into the room, so they didn’t think you were straying completely away from the rest of the group. 

“So how did you get all of this stuff?”

“Scavenged for it,” Ron explained. You looked over at Carl briefly, and saw the slight smirk on his face.

“Yeah? Where did you get this Xbox from?” you asked. 

“Oh, I don’t know.”

“I thought you scavenged for it all,” Carl proposed.

“Well not us specifically,” he said shyly. “We’re not exactly allowed to go outside of Alexandria.”

“Probably for your own good,” Carl said smugly. You looked back at him, hoping to deter him from making this worse than it already was. Enid was rolling her eyes over and over again as she read her comic, and Ron looked like he was going to punch Carl in the face.

“It’s a lot worse than you could even imagine,” you said. 

“Tell us what it’s like,” Sam said, scooting forward. His brother shot him a look like the one you gave Carl. 

“It’s not just a story,” Carl snapped. “Things that happen out there aren’t fun. They’re dangerous. We’ve seen our friends and family killed before our own eyes. We’ve killed people. I don’t think you understand that it’s not just a video game-”

“Carl,” you said, softly, but firmly. 

“He’s right,” Enid said. You looked over at her, and saw for the first time that she wasn’t like the rest. She wasn’t as green as the rest of them. She wasn’t as awe struck about your group as the rest of the kids.

“How do you know?” Carl asked, genuinely curious. 

“She came here a couple of months ago. She’s from out there, too,” Ron said. 

“Where did you come from?” you asked. Enid just looked away, and you didn’t want to pressure her anymore, so you let it go. 

“We should probably get back,” Carl said, kicking the side of your leg softly. You nodded and stood up, taking Carl’s hand. 

“Thanks for showing us around,” you said to Ron, smiling at him as you touched his arm softly. “We’ll see you around.”

“Okay,” Ron said, looking only at you. You walked down the steps, stepping into the streets of Alexandria. Carl waited until you were a few feet away from the house, before turning to look at you. 

“What?” you asked.

“Nothing, I just thought you were flirting with Ron a little too long.”

“Oh yeah?” you asked with a laugh. “At least mine was fake, unlike the eyes that you were giving Enid.” He snorted and bumped your shoulder. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he said, blushing slightly.

“Mhm.”

“But come on, they are totally awful.”

“I thought you were totally awful at first, too. Maybe we just need to give them a chance,” you said, stealing his hat from him quickly. He laughed as you spun it around your hand as you walked. 

“Well, you know they’ll never become as close to me as you are,” he said. You smiled and wrapped your arm around his. He dragged you a little bit closer to him.

“I know. We’ll always be best friends.”

“Right, but you can still flirt with Enid.” He rolled his eyes and pushed you away. You laughed as you came walking back towards him. 

“And you can flirt with Ron.”

“Ew, no, he’s such a punk.”

“Yeah, he is.” You both giggled and you wrapped your arm around his again. 

“Promise me that we won’t let these people ruin what we have.”

“Promise,” Carl said. You smiled up at him and put his hat back on. “And in that spirit, I think I should tell you that Ron was totally checking out your ass.”

“Oh, I know. Also, you were checking out Enid’s.” He laughed.

“She was sitting down.”

“I know. You were still trying, though.”

“Shut up,” he said, blushing a little more. You laughed as he pushed you away once more, but brought you back to his side again. 

Carl’s Mistakes ~Smutty September~

Prompt:Can you do a smut where Carl grimes and the reader are friends with benefits please and one of them is super dominant?

Pairing: Carl x Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warning: Sub!Carl and Dom!Reader, oral, face riding, orgasm denil, a little role switching.

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Monster (Carl Grimes)

Request: Can you do a Carl Grimes x Female!Reader Imagine where she tells him that she’s had to kill alot of people to stay alive and he makes her feel less monstrous about it?

Word count: 437

Warnings: none

Authors Note: yoyoyo this is my first request so shout out to that one anon that requested this. Also if you’d like to request something feel free to. Also if you wanna be added to a tag list let me know. im gonna post a more in depth information post after this so look out for that :) anyway enjoy!


Climbing through you'r bedroom window you slowly took a seat on the roof, you feet swaying off the edge.

It was that time of day just after the sun started to set, but not high enough in the sky to blind you. Just below the trees throwing bright orange rays of light while the clouds started to turn a pale shade of pink.

You took a deep breath in feeling the wind move throughout you'r hair. You wanted to get away. From everything.

Every so often you'r past would come back to haunt you. Reminding you of every single soul you killed trying to keep yourself alive.

You’d never forget the people you’ve killed. How could you? Sometimes it was just to much to handle.

While trying to relax you heard movement behind you.

Taking his seat beside you Carl looked off at the sky sighing.

“Hey.” He said look you'r way.

“Hi.”

“How are you?” He knew something was up. He knew you better than anyone else probably did. He didn’t want to pry but sometimes he’d have to. Sometimes you wanted him to.

You looked at him blankly. Eyes meeting his he sighed once more.

“You know you can talk to me Y/N. What’s going on?” He said grabbing your hand intertwining your fingers with his.

You looked at your feet kicking them outwards and letting them drop back swinging.

“I..” You took a breath closing your eyes and dropping your head back.

“Carl I’ve killed so many people. People I love. People that weren’t even turned. People that trusted me.” You said bluntly.

He continued to look at you. Knowing there was something else. Something you wanted to finish with but he couldn’t put together what.

“Im a monster Carl.” You looked at him hurt. The pain crawling up your throat bagging to make you cry.

Squeezing your hand and grabbing your other doing the same he looked you in the eye.

“You are not a monster alright? everything you did you did because you had to. You did it because if you didn’t you wouldn’t be here, with me right now. Y/N, I wouldn’t be here if you hadn’t done some of the things you’ve had to do. Sure they don’t settle nicely. The things I’ve done don’t settle nicely with me either.”

You nodded slowly.

He pulled you into a hug. Holding you close. His embrace making you feel at peace, safe.
“Thank you Carl.” You said into his neck.

7

Think about it, Mom. Everything that’s happened to him so far— nothing’s killed him yet.

Bubbly - Carl Grimes Imagine

request: Can u do 1 where Carl and a girl are on a run, shes acting weird,hyper(like she’s drunk but she’s just in a really good mood)She says stuff like"You gotta nice butt.“And hes so annoyed he kisses her to shut her up. U can take it where ever from there

pairing: reader x carl grimes

a/n: lil pointless fluffy blurb

let me know what you think! my messages and inbox are always open, and i respond to everything :-)

word count: 545

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland 


You counted your steps as the heels of your sneakers hit the ground. For reasons unknown, you woke up in the most bubbly mood. You didn’t allow yourself to question it too much, though. Having a happy day was rare, and you were going to soak it in while it lasted. 

“One, two, three, four,” you mumbled, clicking your right heel against your left toes. “Tell me that you love me more.” You smiled as you remembered the song you used to sing before everything changed. You busted out in a fit of giggles. “I can’t remember the words.”

Carl smiled at you with his eyebrows raised. “What’s up with you?” 

You shrugged your shoulders, pouting your lips at him. “I don’t know. Woke up in a good mood.” 

Carl chuckled and shook his head, grabbing your hand in his. “Good. You deserve a nice day.”

“Carl and (Y/N)! We need ya up here,” Rick shouted. Carl kept his hand holding yours as you two sped up your pace to meet the rest of the group. You had reached a large white building which you had been able to see from a distance. Windows decorated all six floors, if you had counted correctly. 

Groans sounded from inside the building, and it was clear to you that the building had not been cleared. Or maybe it had, and they weren’t able to defend themselves. Two barn-style doors with cardboard covering the shattered glass rectangles stood rockily a few yards ahead of you. 

“Daryl, get that crowbar and get that door open. (Y/N) and Carl, get on each side and open the doors. Let them out three or four at a time, and we’ll take them out in waves. Let us know if you get tired out and we can rotate,” Rick ordered. You all assumed your positions and successfully cleared out the walkers nearest to the doors. 

“Stay together, and be careful,” Daryl warned. You followed Carl in one direction while Daryl and Rick went another. The halls were dark, so you held a flashlight in one hand with a knife in another. 

“I think this hall is clear,” Carl said. You nodded in agreement, for you hadn’t seen any walkers or people at all since you cleared out the entrance. You giggled again, finding the hair that stuck to the front of his hat hilarious in your loopy state. 

“What is it now?” Carl asked with a joyous sigh. 

“Your hair looks so cute like that,” you told him. He blushed a little, but shook his head and took his hat off, shaking his hair out before placing the hat back on. “Now why’d ya do that?” you asked, stealing his hat and placing it on your own head.

“Because I wouldn’t want to distract you,” he wittily replied. “I know you can’t keep your eyes off of me.” He kissed you quickly, only to take his hat back. He turned away from you and continued walking down the hall. 

“You have a nice but,” you said blankly. Carl turned to you with his eyebrow quirked. 

“Alright, (Y/N), what the hell are you on?” he asked, laughing at your state of carelessness. “I think we could all use some of whatever the hell it is.”

Originally posted by carls-left-eye

You’re Mine

Request Prompt: Can you do a smut for Carl where he gets really jealous? Please and Thank you -Anon

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Warning: Smut

I held my stomach as I laughed at Ron’s impression of Mikey. I could feel a stare from a distance away but brushed it off and continued talking to Ron. It was getting closer to sunset meaning I had to get back. Ron gave me a quick hug and I waved goodbye before walking back to the house I shared with Carl, Rick, and Michonne. I walked in and Rick was on the couch with Judith.

“Hey Y/N. Have you and Carl gotten in a fight lately?”, he asked and I shook my head.

“Not that I know of.”, I said and he raised his eyebrow.

“He’s in a bit of a bad mood and wouldn’t talk to me or play with Judith.”, he told me and I nodded.

“I’ll go talk to him.”, I said running up the stairs.

I knocked on the door but got no response so I opened the door revealing Carl reading a comic book.

“Your dad says your in a bad mood? What’s up?”, I asked and he ignored me while turning the page.

“Hello earth to Carl? What’s wrong?”, I tried again.

“Nothing. Go ask Ron.”, he sneered and I scoffed.

“You are seriously no acting like this. We just had a simple conversation.”, I defended.

“Whatever.”, he mumbled and I crossed my arms.

“Carl-”, I started and he threw the comic book down to the floor.

“You spent all day with Ron while I sat alone with Judith. We were supposed to make that a date remember?”, He shouted and I ran a hand through my hair.

“I’m sorry but I just wanted to hang out with a friend. And plus when am I never with you?”, I asked and he started at me with his one blue eye.

“Don’t tell me your jealous?!”, I joked and he glared at me.

“I’m not.”, he quickly stated but I continued to laugh.

“Aww my baby is jealous of Ron?”, I asked.

“I said I’m not.”, he stated again but louder.

“Alright then maybe you wouldn’t mind me hanging out with him tomorrow.”, I teased.

Before I could blink he quickly got up and picked me up so I had my legs wrapped around his waist. After locking the door he put me on the bed and straddled my waist. I gave a confused look and he smirked.

“Your mine. Not Ron’s, not Mikey’s, only mine.”, he said and I nodded.

He kissed me and pinned my arms above my head. I gasped and he darted his tongue in my mouth. He yanked my shorts down and rubbed me. I moaned and he smirked as his fingers slid inside me.

“Always ready for me huh.”, he said pumping his fingers.

I arched my back and he turned me over so I was on all fours. He slammed into me and I let out a muffled scream as my face was in the pillow. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. Not hard enough to hurt though. I grabbed the headboard as Carl’s thrusts became faster. The sounds of our quiet moaning and skin slapping against skin filled the room as I leaned down to rest myself on my elbows.

“Mmm Carl don’t stop.”, I moaned quietly.

“Wasn’t planning on it.”, he groaned before I was on my back.

He hovered over me letting his hips slam into mine causing me to bit my lip to keep quiet. His lips found mine and I moaned into his mouth as his tongue grazed my bottom lip.

“I can’t last much longer Carl.”, I breathed and he scoffed.

“Not yet.”, he groaned as my stomach tightened.

I couldn’t wait as I came over his length with him following soon after. He stilled for a minute before collapsing on my chest. He laid next to me and pulled the covers over us.

“I’m sorry babe. I guess I was just a bit jealous of you and Ron.”, he said softly.

“Mmm you should be jealous more often.”, I stated and he chuckled.

“Now who do you belong to?”, he asked and I raise my eyebrows.

“So I’m an object now?”, I teased and he chuckled.

“You know what I mean Y/N.”, he stated kissing my nose and I smiled.

“To you. To Carl Grimes.”, I laughed and he pulled me closer.

“Did I hurt you?”, he asked with concern on his face.

“No it was just different. A good different though.”, I answered.

“You’re not really going to hang out with Ron tomorrow are you?”, he asked nervously.

“No baby. I’ll stay with you and Judith all day tomorrow okay.”, I said and he smiled at me.

There was a knock at the door but neither of us got up to see who is was.

“Is everything okay?”, I heard Rick ask.

“Yeah dad were fine.”, Carl replied nonchalant.

“You guys aren’t fighting are you?”, Michonne asked and Carl let out an aggravated sigh.

“No were not fighting. Everything is fine.”, He said and I giggled before kissing his neck.

I felt him shiver causing me to giggle again as I continued my antics. He turned his head and his lips attached to mine completely forgetting about Rick and Michonne at the door.

“Carl? Did you hear what I said?”, Rick asked and Carl crawled over me still attacking my lips with kisses tuning out the voices of his father and Michonne.

I tangled my fingers in his hair while my other hand ran down his back feeling how his muscles relaxed under my touch.

“I think we should give them time.”, Michonne said and we heard them leave.

“Much better.”, Carl whispered moving back beside me.

He wrapped a secure arm around my waist before falling asleep with me for the night.

Reunited & It Feels So Good - Carl Grimes

@imaginereaderxcarlgrimes​ : Hey can you do #89 where the reader gets kidnapped and then #87 where carl and the reader find each other plz if you ca make it long thanks a/n: i’m apologizing to everyone for all these late posts, i feel so bad. – again going to combine these so its longer and more interesting.

Being a teenager there’s always ups and downs but living in the post-apocalyptic world comes with even harder challenges. Boredom being one of the many, the great thing about Alexandria is that electricity is finally a thing again and never in your life did you think you were going to be able to play an Xbox 360 again. You arrived in Alexandria about a month or so before Carl Grimes and his family did, just like them you had been out there for nearly too long but unlike Carl, you were out there alone. Enid, another lone survivor was the only one in this entire community to truly know what laid behind those steels walls - the ugly, diseased, evil world that was now reality. But for the people inside the steel walls, the truth was as if it were a rumor spread between each survivor. 

Carl Grimes knew that world, knew the danger of it, knew what it was like to have death knocking on your door. That’s why when Ron informed you that there was a new kid in town and he was outside surviving just like yourself and Enid, maybe there was going to finally be another person that you could connect to. “Hey guys. This is Carl.” Ron introduced the shaggy haired boy to yourself and Enid. “Hi.” you smiled and waved, Enid kept quiet. “We were just about to play some video games, wanna join?” Ron asked Carl with a smile, those words hit him because he too never thought he’d hear those words again. “I never thought I’d be able to play them again.” he remarked as he reached down and picked up the white controller. You shyly peeped up, “It’s crazy isn’t it?” you smiled sheepishly, looking down to your feet. With that small conversation, you found yourself always being in the Grime’s boy’s presence. 

You two knew that the one solid rule was to never go over the fences, only through the one and only entrance and letting someone know that you were leaving. But being teenagers in this world, curiosity and boredom swept over you like a plague. Carl was armed with his gun and you with a knife, leaping yourselves over the fences like Enid taught you.  With a thud on the ground the two of you found yourselves on the other side of the fences. It was midday so the two of you still had time to explore around without the threat of darkness. Footsteps cracked twigs from behind the small log that the two of you were sitting on, jumping to a stand you found that it was just a walker. “I got it.” you jogged slowly to it’s presence and proceeded to lodge your blade into its skull. “Carl, check this out.” as its dead body slumped to the ground, you noticed it had a ‘W’ carved into it’s forehead. “W? Wonder what that’s supposed to mean.” Carl asked you and you replied with a shrug of the shoulder. Just as you were about to turn to walk back to the log, a man with long dark hair swung a knife at you. Dodging it you feel back and onto your butt, Carl jumped in front of you and aimed his gun at the dirty man’s head who also sported a ‘W’. “Carl!” you yelled as another man came up from behind the two of you, grabbed a hold of your torso and dragged you away. “Let her go! It’s me you want!” Carl Grimes was willing to sacrifice himself for you but it was too late as the two men had already fled, dragging you with them. 

Carl stormed into his home, tears rolling down his face and yelling for his dad. Carol rushed over from next door and grabbed a hold of the sobbing boy, asking what happened. “They — they took her!” Carol was confused as to who was ‘they’ and ‘her’. “Y/N! They– th-these guys with – uh – W’s carved into their foreheads!” he was frantic, blaming himself over and over. “Stay right here. I’m going to go get your dad.” Carol ran from the house in search for Rick. Only minutes later did Rick, Glenn, and Maggie return to the house and tried to calm the frightened Carl who witnessed you get dragged away by mysterious men. “We’re going to find her, okay?”

As several months passed, there was no sign of you. Rick and the other’s scouted out past their original perimeters but you were nowhere to be found, Carl began to give up hope. Today Rick and the other’s were gone as they went out to a stone quarry where walkers had been piling up inside for who knows how long, that was the reason why there were so few walkers around Alexandria. But now nature has begun to take it’s natural toll on the stone as the semi trucks that kept the walkers confined begun to fall, walkers started to wiggle their way through the barriers. Carl stayed behind with most of the Alexandrian’s when some people managed to sneak their way into the walls and started causing havoc on the quiet community. People were dying left and right, it was unknown who these people were but the threat of danger was obvious. “Stay inside.” Carl instructed Ron and Enid, armed with a rifle Carl was going to do all he could to keep people safe. These attackers were running around Alexandria like cockroaches, slaying innocent people. One of these people had a smaller person tied up behind them, running around as well. This person tied up was more like being dragged around by their neck and hands, as the rope was connected to each other. The smaller person was dressed in black and their face was shrouded by a hood, something inside Carl built up and he took off running towards these two people. Gun at ready, he aimed at the larger man that was dragging this person behind and as the man turned Carl’s heart dropped to his stomach. The man that he was aiming his gun at was the man that he and y/n met in the woods months ago. The man must’ve recognized Carl and smiled a sinister smile, his decaying teeth laughing in Carl’s face. With a yank of the rope, the smaller person was now in front of the man with the W in his head.

The man yanked off the hood and Carl dropped his gun to his side as the person who was staring him in the face was you. You were bruised, dirty, and bared the W in your forehead. “Carl..” you started to cry but as you wept the man began to laugh. “You all will learn.” just as the man was raising a knife above his head to slay both you and Carl, a knife went through his neck as someone who wore a bandanna to hide their face, ripped it from his dead body and told the two of you to run inside. Carl grabbed you in a protective manner as well as his rifle and b-lined for his house. Just as Carl slammed the door, the two of you barricaded it with the couch and he sat you down on the floor. “Oh my God Y/N… I thought you were dead” you nodded your head and began to sob hysterically. “They told me you’d all die if I didn’t tell them where Alexandria was and how to get in. But – but they still killed.” you rubbed your eyes, smearing the dirt. “Then they did this to me!” you pointed at the deep wound in your forehead that formed a W. “They call themselves Wolves Not Far and they are fucking crazy..!” you began to cry again. “I’m sorry this is all my fault..this is all my fault.” Carl grabbed a hold of your shoulders and kissed you deeply, not caring that you were covered with sweat and grime. “Not it isn’t Y/N! They lied to you and you did what you thought was best.” Carl cut off the ropes that were binding you, the two of you plotted your next move as you sat on the floor of the house, hand in hand.