where is carl grimes

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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. ❤

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

Chapstick Challenge

–Where Carl and (reader) find themselves collecting the most random chapstick flavors when they find them on a run. 

Both are 17(or whatever age you prefer), up to date with Carl having one eye.

Minor smut and language.

**

It had been exactly two weeks since the accident that left Carl with one eye. He was still skittish around the others, keeping himself locked up in his room as much as he could; you being the only one that he would let see him in this state. Which he didn’t even like you to see him at first but you insisted.

“How many is there now?” Carl questioned, watching as you sat in front of him on his small bed. You quickly dumped the contents out of the dirty ziplock bag, tossing it to the side as you quickly counted the small tubes of chapstick.

“Five,” the two of you started the collection a few months after yall’s friendship turned into something more. Carl was always self conscious about having chapped lips when yall would kiss and thus the chapstick collection started. He nodded his head, turning it to the side slightly. You watched as he grabbed one tube, fast enough so you couldn’t see what flavor. His large fingers covered every inch of the chapstick as he rubbed it along his lips.

“What flavor?” he mumbled, pressing his lips to yours, lingering a second before pulling back.

“Hm,” your tongue darted out rubbing against your bottom lip. “Watermelon?”

“Wrong!” a laugh escaped his mouth, causing his eye to close slightly as you pouted. “It was strawberry, your turn.” he screwed his good eye together and breathed out. You darted for the blue colored one, knowing he would hate the taste; he had told you on multiple occasions that blue candy was his least favorite before the world went to hell. The smell of blueberries filled your nostrils as you slid the cold material on your damp lips.

“Okay,” the word fell from your mouth in a whisper as you planted a soft peck on his full lips.

“EW, gross what the hell!” his eye quickly opened, his nose scrunching up in disgust. “Fucking blueberry,” he grumbled, wiping his mouth hard to get the taste off. You giggled and leaned forward to kiss him again. “No way, not till that’s gone.”

“Your turn,” you placed your small hands on your eyes, puckering your lips out causing Carl to laugh again.

He picked up the peppermint flavored one, spreading it on his bottom lip before connecting his rough lips to yours. 

“Mmm,” you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his again, making sure to lick the content on his lips before you answered. Carl looked at you through his lashes, mouth parted slightly. “Peppermint.” you sing songed, grabbing another one. He watched your eyes, your hands, your every move until you placed the cap back on the tube, quickly placing his lips to yours, repeating your action by licking your lips.

“Fruit punch.” a victorious smile spread across his face. You  groan throwing your head back once you realized he had won this little game.

“Wait there’s one more. Bonus round.” you sent him a wink putting the chapstick on your lips. You barely had time to sit it down behind you before his lips were against yours. 

“One more,” he spoke, kissing you again before leaning back. “ One more,” he said once more, causing you to laugh. His lips were rough against yours, his hands cupping either side of your face, holding you still. A moan slipped up your throat as he bit down on your bottom lip, forcing his tongue into your mouth. His hands slid down your face, down your shoulders, making their way to your jean covered bottom. They cupped under your ass, his fingers wrapping around your inner thighs pulling you into his lap.

“Carl,” you breathed out trying to catch your breath while his lips trailed down your jawline and to your neck, where he began to suck and nibble on a patch of skin. Once he was sure there was a mark, he moved back to your lips, his hands tightening their grip on your legs causing you to tremble at the small distance between them and your heat.

“(Y/N), Carl!” Rick’s voice boomed from downstairs, pulling you back into reality. 

“Yeah?” you questioned back, mentally smacking yourself for your quivered voice.

“Dinner is ready, come eat!”

You opened your mouth to answer back, quickly closing it once more as Carl pressed his swollen lips to yours.

“It’s cherry.”

*

Okay so this is my first post on here, sorry if it’s bad but it’s currently four in the morning for me haha team no sleep, and I had this idea in my head and had to write it. So I hope you enjoy!

I Don’t Hate You

Request Prompt: I love your imagines!!! 😩 I was wondering if I could suggest a Carl grimes smut imagine where the reader and him hate each other ? -Anon

Pairing: Carl Grimes x Reader

Warning: Smut

A/N: This should’ve been up a while ago. But I forgot due to exams and essays. Well here it is.

Y/N POV

I glared at Carl as he taught my brother how to shoot a gun. I scoffed as my brother failed miserably.

“I could’ve taught him. Why did he go to goody two shoes Grimes.”, I sneered walking inside.

“Because I’m better than you!”, He stated smirking at me.

“Fuck you.”, I mumbled.

“Back at you dumbass.”, he replied and I balled my fists.

“You know they say if your mean to someone then you like them.”, my mom Jessie laughed.

“That is a bunch of bull. I do not like that blue eyed "I’m better than you” pretty boy.“, I said and she let out a loud laugh.

"What so funny? Did Y/N fall in the bowl again?”, Ron asked with a smirk.

“Oh forget you.”, I stated not wanting to curse in front of my mother.

“You know you should look before you sit. How are you supposed to get a relationship with that habit?”, he asked being a smart ass.

“Oh you want to talk relationships? Tell me, how’s it going with little miss Enid?”, I asked crossing my arms.

“Uh oh.”, Sam mumbled from the staircase.

“Okay you two that enough.”, our mother sighed pulling me away from Ron.

“Mom stay out of this. Y/N is just being a smart ass..”, Ron warned.

“I think I’m going to keep the rest to myself.”, I smirked knowing it’ll piss him off even more.

“Ron go upstairs and Y/N go outside.”, mom shouted and I brushed past Ron as I walked outside.

Sadly Carl was standing there with a satisfied smirk.

“What the fuck do you want?”, I asked and he chuckles.

“Was just coming by to talk to Ron but it seems like your having another family dispute.”, he stated.

“Fuck off Grimes or I will shoot you.”, I sneered and he chuckled.

“Aww why such attitude cupcake?”, he asked and I went to punch him.

He dodged my hit and pinned me to the side of my house.

“You do that again and I won’t hesitate to defend myself.”, he said with a hand on his knife.

“You aren’t going to do shit.”, I said pushing him away.

It seemed like I hated everyone. My family, Carl, this entire new group. It was only until I witnessed my dad being killed by Rick that I had finally broke. I ran towards the gate before climbing up to go over. My feet hit the ground with a thud and I just ran. All the way to the house I’ve seen Enid sneak too.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!!”, I shouted sliding down the wall and stayed that way for a few hours.

When I decided to get up and head back I heard some leaves crunching from outside. I slid my pocket knife out of my boot before holding a defensive state. I sighed when I saw it was just Carl.

“What are you doing here?”, I asked putting my knife on the table.

“Your mom was looking for you. Then Enid told me she saw you going over the gate.”, he explained.

“So?”, I said wiping my face.

“Look I’m sorry. About what happened.”, he whispered and I laughed.

“Sure you are.”, I said covering my face.

My body tensed as two arms wrapped around me pulling me into a hard chest. At that moment I just let go. I grabbed his shirt as I cried.

“How’s Ron?”, I asked.

“He’s not talking to anyone.”, he muttered.

“Then you should go back. I can deal with this myself.”, I said and he chuckled.

“Still trying to be a hard ass huh?”, he asked.

“Why do you care? Were enemies. You’re like my archenemies.”, I stated and he laughed holding my chin.

“I don’t hate you.”, he whispered.

He leaned down before crashing his lips onto mine. I gave a soft moan as his tongue grazed my bottom lip before I denied him entrance. He pulled away with a questioning look and I nodded. He laid me onto the couch before his lips found mine as he undid my shorts before sliding them down my legs.

“You know you’re actually a good looking girl.”, he mumbled into my lips before moving between my legs and tossing my underwear away.

“Ever done this before?”, he asked and I nodded.

“I had a life before shit hit the fan you know.”, I stated as he put on a condom.

“Yeah okay.”, he replied causing me to smack his arm.

“Is there a specific reason you had a condom on you?”, I asked.

“Glenn told me to hold onto it.”, He blushed.

He chuckled before he pushed my legs up before he slammed into me causing me to moan out. He gave a smirk before slamming into me again finding his rhythm. I bit my lip as grabbed my hips bringing me down to meet his thrusts.

“Ah Carl.”, I moaned as he latched onto my neck.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders pulling him closer as I clenched around him. My eyes fluttered closed as my thighs began to sting from his thrusts but it only turned me on more. He emitted a low grunt before kissing me harshly and sliding out. I went to protest but he flipped me over so my face was in the pillow and my ass facing him. He rubbed the tip along my slit before sliding back into me.

“Oh god!”, I shouted but it was muffled by my hand.

His thrusts sped up while his grip on my hips tightened as he hit my g-spot over and over again. I could feel he was close.

“I guess I can let you cum first.”, he stated in a cocky tone.

“That’s different of you.”, I moaned.

“Well I am one to be considerate.”, he told me with his head back.

His thumb rubbed circles around my clit and I screamed out as I came on his length. He chuckled before a groan passed his lips as he came shortly after. He let me rode out my high before pulling out and collapsing next to me. He moved to grab his pants and  a sob lefty lips.

“After we get dressed can we just stay here tonight?”, I asked and he nodded.

Once we were dressed he laid on the couch with me resting on his chest.

“So who’s telling Ron?”, he asked and I giggled.

“Not me. You’re on your own Grimes.”

Head Cannon where Negan is shot with a water gun every time he swears

I woke up at 3 am last night thinking about this, so herewego

“Well, well, well.” Negan said, twirling his bat with one hand. “Which one of you sorry sacks of shits is the leade—” Water hit Negan’s face, causing him to stop in alarm. “What the hel—” another stream hit his face. “Fuck!” Three more streams hit his face. “STOP IT!” He bellowed. Carl peaked out from the branches.

“Every time you swear, I’m going to shoot you. Since you took away our weapons, we have to…be resourceful.”


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“Home” Carl Grimes x Reader

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.’

It Gets Better - A Carl Grimes Imagine

“Can I request a Carl Grimes imagine where Carl is insecure about losing his eye and the reader comforts him (with fluff)?”

It was getting late, I said good night to Rick, Judith, and Michonne and went upstairs to the bedroom me and Carl shared. He had been very distant lately. It had been a week since it happened. He kept to himself a lot, and he wasn’t outgoing and talkative as usual. Instead, he stayed in the house.
I opened the door to our room and saw what I had been seeing for a while now. Carl laying on his side, facing away from the door, sleeping. Or rather, pretending to be sleeping.
“I know you’re awake,” I said gently, closing the door.
He muttered something. “How could you tell?”
“You’re never asleep this early.”
“Sometimes I am.”
“And sometimes you lay there pretending to sleep so you don’t have to talk to me.”
He sighed. “Carl, can you at least face me for once?” I sat on the bed next to him.
“I’m comfortable here.”
I sighed, “Carl, please. I know you’re upset, you have every right to be. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I just want to help you through it. Talk to me, baby.”
He sat up and leaned back against the headboard. “I feel..fuck. I don’t even know how I feel, or if I feel anything at all. It feels..weird. In a bad way, a really bad way,” he bowed his head, tears welling in his eye. I took his hand in mine and rubbed circles on it with my thumb. “I’ll never be the same. My perception is completely fucked up, and I’m gonna have to wear a fucking eye patch for the rest of my life. You wouldn’t even believe the pain. It hurts so bad, y/n,” his voice completely broke. I pulled him into me and he sobbed into my shoulder. I rubbed his back gently, feeling the sobs wrack his body. Tears threatened to spill out of my eyes, but I had to be strong for him. “Baby I know it hurts. I’m so sorry you have to go through this. But it’s gonna get better. The pain will go away, your perception will come back, and it’ll all be okay.” He pulled away, still crying. “Y/n look at me. This is not okay! I’m ugly. I’m horrifying to look at. My sister is probably terrified of me. No one will ever look at me the same, including you. You don’t deserve to be with someone who looks like this,” his voice quavered as he continued to sob. He put his head in his hands. I grabbed his chin and pulled his face up to meet mine. “Carl look at me. You are not ugly. You are not horrifying. You are the same. You’re still the brave, strong, loving Carl we all know and love. You may only have one eye, but that doesn’t matter. I’ll never look at you differently, and neither will anyone else,” I said very firmly. He had stopped crying, and his voice was hushed. “I’m hideous,” he whispered, looking down at his hands, picking at them nervously.
“No you are not. You’re still the most handsome guy I’ve ever seen. You’re still my adorable little ray of sunshine, and you always will be.” He smiled. I continued, “See that? That smile. That perfect smiled I’ll always love. I still love your eyes, even if there’s only one now. I love the dimples in your cheeks, and the way you laugh, and your voice when you wake up, and how you’re cuddly when you’re tired. I love your sense of humor, your personality, everything. You’re so brave and strong, and I love that, too. I love everything about you, Carl. You losing an eye will never change that, nothing will.” His cheeks tinted pink and he smiled a wide, beautiful smile, making his dimples pop. I poked them, and kissed him lightly. “Y/n I can’t even explain how much I love you. Thank you so much. Without you, I don’t know what the hell I’d do.” He hugged me tightly.
“You don’t have to thank me, that’s what I’m here for.”
“I’m actually tired now, let’s go to sleep,” he said, pulling me under the covers. I laid on my back and he put his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed the top of his head. “I love you,” I whispered. “I love you more, babygirl,” he mumbled as he drifted off to sleep.

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

I Can’t Swim (1/?)

 Anonymous asked: Can you write a Carl Grimes imagine where you two go into the woods. You split up and reader gets attacked by a Walker, which chases her to the edge of a river. She falls in and can’t swim and almost drowns when Carl pulls her out (he heard her scream as she fell in) and it’s fluffy? And the reader is in a relationship with Ron, and it’s fluffy? And the reader is in a relationship with Ron, and it’s kind of a Teen Wolf moment where Lydia says “Stiles saved me.” And a relationship developed between Carl and the reader? It may have to be a series :)

A/N: I tried to make it fluffy in some parts, but it needs to be angst bc it felt like it needed to be to make it a series. Do you guys want a series? Also, warning it’s pretty lengthy (it took 10 pages in my notebook lmao)

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