Got New Frends Today!!! The Octpus Is So Soft N The Texture Of The Legs Is So Niceee

Got new frends today!!! The octpus is so soft n the texture of the legs is so niceee

They get so mad 😭

I keep seeing “Cegan” (Carl x Negan) fic posts on here and it’s making me ill, we ride at dawn yall

Nervous

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

AN: Both Carl and the Reader are 14/15, as I’m currently on s4 and that’s Carl’s age around that season.

I’m completely fine with adults reading this, just don’t be weird in the comments or request any nsfw work of Carl because he’s a Child and so am I, I don’t feel comfortable involving myself with that sort of content.

Also, with most of my reader works, there will be a lot of projection on my part, that is why there’s a SA scene in this, I wanted this to be personal to me, still hope yall enjoy it all the same though.

TW: SA of a minor (the reader) canonical violence (blood, guns ect..)

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The forest floor was damp against your face, leaves crunched behind you as your attacker shifted on his knees, your hands shook where he gripped them behind your back, you howled as he wrestled with your nightie, grunting as you struggled.

“Please, Please leave me alone”

Gripping your shoulders as he twisted you around to push your back against a tree trunk, the satin white of your nightie turning ashen grey from the dirt that was ground into the delicate fabric.

He grabbed and snatched at your chest, ripping through the satin as goosebumps freckled across your bare chest, his hands lowered and he touched and touched until your face was glossy with tears and snot and you screamed for anyone.

Lurching forward with a wicked right hook, your eye throbbed as your head knocked back into the tree

“Shut up you little whore, scream one more time and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes”

Leaves crunched to your right, you heaved a breath, maybe someone listened, heard your pleads

“Hey fucker”

The man crouched in front of you, humiliating you, dirtying you, looked up

A shaggy boy stood to your right, a pistol pointed at your assailant’s head

The shot was so loud, ringing through your ears, deafening you briefly, realising how exposed you were, hands rushed up to gather the ripped fabric to cover your chest, he holstered his gun, walking over to lean in front of you “are you okay?”

You let out a puff of air, your chest rattled as tears gathered on your jaw “No”

he leaned back on his knees, unbuttoning his blue flannel to reveal a T-shirt underneath, gathering the sleeves of the fabric, helping you push your arms through the holes, buttoning the shirt over your exposed chest, the kind action drew more tears from you.

“Can you walk?”

“Um, Yes, but I’ve got a bad knee”

He nodded, his hat tipped with his head, he reached under your armpits to lift you, one arm pulled over his shoulder as he helped you limp until you came to a clearing with a small steam running through it, a large tent was pitched in the middle with a few bags scattered around it.

“Dad!”

The blue eyed boy yelled out, the tent entrance unzipped to reveal a man equally as shaggy as his son, you stumbled backwards a few steps, the boy stumbled with you, his eyebrows lifted in what you assumed was worry

“Don’t worry, he won’t hurt you, he’s not like that”

“Carl!”

Your saviour- Carl, looked back at his father

“Who’s this?”

The man stepped over the stream to get a closer look at you

“Found her, there was a man, touching her, hurting her, I dealt with him”

The man’s eyebrows scrunched up, conflicted, before he sighed

“Bring her over, we’ll need to clean her up”

He waves you over, you crossed with Carl, your bare feet trudged through the mud of the stream, as you cross, a woman ducks out of the tent, her expression closed off, the man walks over to whisper to her, Carl walks you over to the pair, the woman looks down at you

“Can she stay with us, she needs us”

His father chews on the inside of his cheek, clearly contemplating

“We don’t have enough space to house four people, let alone enough food for four mouths”

Carl tightened his grip around you

“She can sleep on my cot with me, there’s plenty of deer in the forest, and enough berries to last us”

The man groaned, lifting his hand up to rub out a crease in his brow

“Fine, she can stay, but she will pull her weight”

You nodded meekly

“I’ll do anything sir, please”

The man softened

“C’mon, Carl can help clean you up”

He nodded to his son

“Grab two cloths, give her a cold compress with one, clean her up with the other”

“I know dad”

The boy groaned at his father in childlike exasperation, itching to get going

The man’s lip tweaked up slightly, before he nudged the boy

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Now you were sat holding a cold compress to your bruising eye, while Carl cleaned the dirt and crushed leaves off of your knees and face, his pale hands holding your cheek sparked a small, sweet flutter in your belly, as though butterfly wings were batting at your ribcage, soft and delicate.

You were shocked out of your short daydream

“Why were you out in the woods on your own?”

You blinked

“I had to escape from my old camp, it was overrun”

The boy cocked his head up at you

“Must be a common occurrence”

Your brow furrowed, confused

“How so?”

He cleared his throat

“Our last camp was overrun, it was a good one too-“

His voice turned sorrowful, a sad lilt to it

“Safe, had two tall fences around it, gates, we lost so many people, that’s why we’re out here, looking for em, looking for my sister”

“How old is she?”

“About 8 months, dad thinks she’s gone, but I know she’s not, she can’t be”

His throat clogged up then

You leaned forward, bringing him into a hug, you whispered to him

“Thank you Carl”

He nods, sniffling against your shoulder

“We’ll find her, promise”

You leaned away slightly, half hugging him, pushing your pinkie finger out in front of him, he breathes out a nasally laugh, locking his pinkie with yours, shaking his hand, you smile at him

Later you shared a mostly silent dinner, aside from Carls father and the woman you assumed to be Ricks friend or wife

Carl’s father dropped his spoon back into his tin of soup

“I’m Rick, I’m sorry we had to meet under these circumstances, we’ll make sure you’re safe, you won’t need to worry anymore”

You nodded

“Thank you”

You look meekly to the woman sat on Rick’s left

“What’s your name?”

She blinked, swallowing the food in her mouth

“Michonne”

You smile

“That’s a pretty name”

She smiles back

“You’re kind”

You all finish up dinner in comfortable silence before heading into the tent

Carl points to his cot

“We’ll sleep there, okay?”

You nod, the tent was dim, lit by a small flashlight, it was crampt but comfortable

You nod, fixing the flannel he gave you to fit over your nightie more comfortably, you both settle, the boy leans in and holds you in a tight hug, you drift off after hearing Carl whisper in the still of the night

“It’ll all be okay, I’ll keep you safe”

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Thank yall for reading, this will probably be a series, I will post p2 and so forth when I progress further into the show.

I’m ableist for calling pedophile sympathisers delusional? I’m autistic, please use the word ableist correctly, it’s insulting. And you’re literally the one who reblogged my post originally thinking you made a good point? Thanks for reblogging my post and giving me more reach though babe 😘

I keep seeing “Cegan” (Carl x Negan) fic posts on here and it’s making me ill, we ride at dawn yall

Drawin!! I tried colourn differently today n I messed up a few times but I like it!

Shipping a child and an adult is not pedophilic or endorsing pedophilia? Trust a proshitter to be delusional 😂 maybe you need to sit back amd go outside

I keep seeing “Cegan” (Carl x Negan) fic posts on here and it’s making me ill, we ride at dawn yall