Retired Non Agere Masterlist

Retired non agere Masterlist

All of my works that aren’t agere related, this masterlist is retired for now

The Walking Dead-

Oneshots

Rick Grimes

Reunion

Daryl Dixon

Love to love you

Series’

Carl Grimes

•Nervous

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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

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

Nervous II

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

AN: both Carl and the reader are 14/15, as I’m currently on s4 and that’s his 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.

TW: angst, the SA scene in e16 of season 4 but I altered it, canon typical violence

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Your boots wedged into the grooves of the train track, a new pair that Rick had kindly picked up for you when looting a house not far off the tracks

Listening attentively as Carl rattled on about how they had all survived so far.

You tilted your head at him, laughing louder than you ever had since this whole mess started

“You ate a whole tub of chocolate pudding?”

Your cheeks reddened as you giggled, Carl fixed his hat lower over his eyes, embarrassed.

“Yeah? What’s the big deal?”

“I don’t know, it’s not even that funny”

You kept laughing, eventually Carl joined in, snickering as he sat across from you, picking at dried grass.

Rick hollered, calling the two of you over

“We’ll have to get going now, don’t have much time until dark”

And so you moved, trekked through the forest until you came to a clearing, a van parked in the centre.

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Dinner passed in pleasant silence, before long you were yawing, your head rolling on your shoulders, Michonne urged you into the back seat of the van for a well earned rest, Carl following not long after.

You drifted off with Carl sat next to you.

You violently jerked awake when a hand slammed against the window, squirming and struggling as the man grabbed you and threw you on the leaved ground.

Tossing Carl down next to you, he leaned over your friend and all you could do was watch, wait and watch as Carl endured the same fate as you, something snapped.

A deep ridden need to not allow the same trauma to befall your only friend.

You rushed up, shoving you body against the big man, pushing him off of Carl, you peered back at the boy, attempting to usher him a way, make a run for it, anything, but he stayed frozen, eyes wide.

Your abrupt attempt to distract the man has worked, now focused on you, you struggled, kicking you boot out at Carl’s leg, you whisper to him

“Carl, run”

Through his shocked stupor he shakes his head

“I’ll be fine, go”

He still laid there, seemingly frozen like you were moments ago, you gritted your teeth, wetness pooling in your lower eyelids as the man hitched up your nightdress, you whimpered, looking over you shoulder, where Rick and Michonne were knelt, they were both peering over, Rick’s teeth were clenched in fury, Michonne’s eyes pooled with tears.

You let out a cry, looking to your friend, his face cast in a look of horror, then you remembered, Carl saved you that day, and you’d be damned if you let that go to waste.

Reaching for your outer thigh and pulling a hunters knife from a holster Michonne had lent you, letting out a shout as you lifted the knife and pushed it into the man’s neck, avoiding any main arteries, this bastard would die slow.

Blood spurted out into your face, pushing the man off of you, wrenching the knife out of his neck, before repeatedly tearing into him, Standing after you were sure he was dead, your knife clattered against the ground, you collapsed with it, reaching for Carl.

You howled into his shoulder as he shook with you

“Why didn’t you run”

You moaned, your voice clogged with agony

“You should have run, I was trying to repay you”

His breath hitched

“I wasn’t going to leave you”

He started weeping with you, neither of you looked up when Michonne skidded on the dry dirt path, wrapping her arms around you both, pressing you tight into her chest, she rubbed a hand over your shoulder, leaning down to both of you, she cooed.

“You did so well, so well”

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Chapter three will be uploaded very soon! Please comment if you would like to be put on my taglist or would like to ask any questions, reblogs are greatly appreciated.

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

Hey! I saw you were taking requests. Please could you write a cute Daryl x reader where the reader is a cowgirl? Maybe she’s sassy and rough like him or really sweet and the polar opposite - whatever you want to write for the storyline is up to you … I just love the visual of Daryl and a cowgirl! Thanks :D

Love to love you

Daryl Dixon x farmersdaughter!reader

AN: The reader is an adult, none of that creepy Daryl bs round here partner

Norman always looks a bit like a little kitten when he squints so I obv had to include that

I really love the farmers daughter/cowgirl idea, it's been my dream for years to move to the US and buy a few acres of land, build a cabin and settle down with my partner and a dog, I’ve always wanted a horse aswell (even though I’m incredibly scared of the idea of riding them 😭) so I took advantage of that in this one. Love yall hope yall enjoy!

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You relish in the feeling of damp summer mud in your hands, smiling at the worms squirming through it, you scoop out a small portion of dirt to accommodate a small potted butterfly weed you had been caring for since you found it in a small gardening centre when the apocalypse had first dawned, but it had overgrown its pot, time for you to properly plant it.

Hoping it’s seeds would mature and spread so you could transfer them when they had grown fully, you look up when a shadow is cast over you, confused as to where the warm sunlight had gone

You look up, Daryl is stood over you, sucking in the smoke from a Marlboro, his forehead is scuffed with dirt as he kitten squints at you, you smile brightly at your friend

“Hi Dar”

He puffs the smoke out through his nose

“Wha’ ya doin’”

You look back at your muddy hands, before you shovel dirt back onto the seams where you planted the flower

“Plantin’ a flower”

“Why”

“Well, cause it’s pretty”

You go to wipe your mucky hands on your dress before he grabs your wrist and stops you

“Don’t get your nice clothes all dirty”

He helps you up before pulling a red cloth from his back pocket, the one you distinctly remember him wiping his bike down with, he wipes the dirt off of your hands, his own are rough and warm as they hold yours gently, as though he’s afraid to hurt you.

You feel your cheeks and forehead heat up as he concentrates on cleaning your hands

“Done, clean”

He squints at you again, you shake out your nerves and muster all your courage

“Thanks Daryl”

You smile at him, leaning up to press a small kiss to his cheek, before you’re trotting away, trying to hide your heated face.

When inside you peek through your lace curtains, shy with a light feeling in your belly, feeling like a teenage girl who just saw her crush.

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You’re panting, Dolly, your mare whinnies when you tap against her sides, trying to get her to hurry up, you belt jingles when she bounds over tree roots, you listen for grunts and gurgles, tracking the noise to where your lover must be.

Dolly slows down when you come to a clearing, you pull on her reigns, swinging her around to see a minimally wounded Daryl wrestling with a walker, you unclip your colt, a present from your father that was only meant for display, evident in the beautiful hand carved detailing running up the barrel and grip, the bullet rings out, loud, Daryl pushes the creature away, before he struggles to stand, a gash in his leg bleeding sluggishly.

You sheath the revolver, reaching a shaky hand out to the gruff man, he takes it, swinging his uninjured leg over your mares hips, she nickers, displeased, you pet a hand over her neck, turning back to smile at Daryl

“She thinks you’re heavy”

He wraps a large hand around your hip

“Shuddup’”

You cover his hand with your own before taking off with a ‘yah’ Dolly takes off, back home, You relish in the feeling of him gripping tighter

“Still scared of horses?”

You ask over the wind

“Not scared, not my fault they’re too damn jumpy”

You laugh, Before long Dolly is trotting into the stables, you hop off, smiling when Daryl grips your hand, using you to push himself off of the mares back, trailing behind you as you drag him into the cabin you call home, you settle him on your worn couch, propping his injured leg up on a pillow after managing to wrestle his jeans off.

He listens to you pat around your small home, squinting and smiling to himself everytime you stop to pull your frilled socks back up, grunting a laugh when you start to stumble from only standing on one leg.

You pad over holding a med kit and pulling out thread, a needle, disinfectant for the needle, antiseptic and bandages

“Don’t be wasting any bandages on me doll, wrap it up with the rag”

He points to the weathered red rag that hangs from his discarded jeans, your eyebrows crinkle, angrily

“No, n’ I ain’t wasting nothin’, you need em, not that gross old rag, An’ you’ll get an infection, that would be even harder to take care of”

He squints at you, displeased, but not fuming so you take that as your cue to get to work, threading the needle, you dap away at the dirt and blood that had crusted over the wound.

When you pierce the skin with the needle he tenses but remains surprisingly silent while you’re stitching him up, you swipe antiseptic cream over the closed up gash before wrapping it.

“Try not to strain it, don’t need you poppin’ the stitches”

He grunts, gingerly standing to pull his jeans back on, you smile when he notices the frayed hole in the leg of his pants

“I’ll wash and stitch the jeans up tomorrow too”

He nods, padding over to you, leaning down to press a kiss on your lips

“Thanks, babydoll”

You smile at the nickname

“No problem handsome, wanna help me with dinner?”

He grunts, following along behind you like a puppy.

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Sorry it’s a shorter oneshot this time yall, I hope this suited the request, thank yall for reading, reblogs are greatly appreciated, much love <3