Drawin!! I Tried Colourn Differently Today N I Messed Up A Few Times But I Like It!

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

My bad I commented on a pedophilic ship and your feeling got hurt, not everyone in the fandom in a proshitter like you babe, get a grip and get help 💀😭 and I do block.. religiously in fact, but guess what, they keep showing up.

Stay getting mad at jokes though babe, have fun with that

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

I have a request rick grimes x reader xshane walsh - they have a relationship and that whole scene with Rick waking up alone in the hospital happens, the reader and Shane have been taking care of Carl since the apocalypse started and when rick meets his family, they have a cute moment between the four of them in the tent

Reunion

Rick Grimes x fem!reader

AN: I’m really sorry for not updating my request guidelines sooner, but I’m quite uncomfortable writing for Shane, seeing as some controversial news has come out surrounding his actor, and I just generally don’t love the character, I don’t think he’d treat women well, considering he SA’d Lori (I’m not judging, this is just my opinion) but I hope me writing solely Rick for this is ok, i actually really liked the idea.

And I was reminded of S1 Rick (good lord) and that clip of Andrew talking about the show in his sheriffs uniform and switching between accents, that video changed me 🤭

Obviously I’m not including any illusion to the reader cheating on Rick with Shane (I’m completely unsupportive of infidelity and hope my followers/readers agree with that) I kind of imply that the reader doesn’t actually like Shane 😭

If this is slightly inaccurate in terms of the 3rd episode of s1, I’m sorry, I don’t recall most of the finer details

TW: fluff

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“All right, dunk”

You instruct, your son dips his head in the shallow bowl of water you hold up to him, waiting for him to wet his hair.

He sighs, begrudgingly dunking his head into the cool water, you towel dry his hair until it’s just damp, leaving the towel on his shoulders

“So, what are we getting done today”

He smiles, snorting at your acting

“A trim?”

You hum

“Best be paying me well”

He giggles, leaning his head back as you brush through his hair, snipping away at the dark strands.

You hear the thump of Shane’s boots before you actually see him, you look up at the man, waiting for him to speak, the boy sat in front of you starts fidgeting, excited to see the man, for some reason you still can’t seem to figure out.

“Boy, stop fidgeting”

You tap him with your boot

“Sorry”

He huffs, smiling, you relent, the past month has been hard on the boy. You lean down, whispering to your son

“Look, you keep still, I’ll let you have that chocolate bar I hid away”

He turns, grinning up at you

“Deal”

You get back to work, cutting away at his overgrown hair, before Shane sits in front of you, poking around with his gun and making small conversation with Carl.

You pull your son up when you hear the wailing of a car alarm, pushing the boy behind you when Shane ran off to the source of the noise

“You stay close and behind me, ok?”

Carl nods, his hand in yours and you follow the rest of the small group to the noise to see Glenn hoping out of a bright red Challenger while the group yells at him for the violently loud wailing from the car.

You watch on as the group sweetly reunites with their relatives and friends.

You turn to your son, brushing a hand against his cheek, smiling down at him

“C’mon, I promised you a chocolate bar if I remember correctly”

His lip is quivering and he’s crying before you get a chance to walk off , you crouch down

“Hun, he’s fine, I promise you, we’ll find him”

He nods, sniffling

“How’d y’all get out of there”

You hear Shane call from across the clearing, you look to him, intrigued

“New guy.. he got us out”

“New guy?”

Your son looks over his shoulder, sucking his bottom lip in with a sob, you following his gaze

Your husband

Standing there across the way, for a moment you think you’re dreaming, Shane had told you Rick was dead, you weren’t convinced, but your hope started to dwindle everytime your group returned from a run empty handed

You’re up, picking your son up with shaking arms and sprinting for him, you tumble at your husband pressing your son into his arms and holding the back of his neck with your hand, you’re crying, and before you notice the tears dribbling down your cheeks, Ricks rubbing them away, Rick, your husband, your handsome, caring husband is swiping away at the liquid globbing on your chin, you hold his hand there, content to feel the warmth, the life thrumming under his skin.

You run your fingers over his wedding band, and you press against him, forehead to forehead.

“My God”

He breathes, and you revel in the molasses sweet southern drawl of his voice, replaying his voice in your head and etching the features into your mind, desperate to memorise him, just incase you ever lost him again, god forbid, and forgot what this was like, what his touch was like. What his love was like.

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You’d managed to pull Rick away from the frankly awkward conversation that was taking place around the fireplace, Carl’s head was drooping on your shoulder, poor boy was exhausted

“Darlin’ let me carry em’”

You huff at him

“No, not until that bullet hole in you is done healin’”

He smiles, his warm hand slotted into the dimples of your back

“Fine, fine”

He unzips the tent, you duck in, Carl’s eyes blinking open as you settle him into his cot, you kneel next to him, plotting a kiss on his forehead

“I love you hun, goodnight”

You smile, running a hand through his hair

“Love you mum”

You shuffle aside, making room for your husband to say his love yous

You smile at the tender moment shared between father and son, Carl turns over after Rick presses a kiss to your son’s temple, you pull his blanket up over his shoulders.

You sit in front of Rick, rubbing your fingertips over his knuckles and picking at the grime under his fingernails

“I didn’t think you were dead”

You speak up, he stills, staring at you

“I knew you were alive, too damn stubborn”

You crack a smile at him, he chuckles with you

“You ain’t gettin’ rid of me any time soon, Darlin’”

He gathers your hands in his, pressing kisses to each of your fingers, taking his time to stare at your wedding band, his eyes soft and gentle

“He weren’t the same”

You look to Carl, your eyes flicking back to your husband

“We were lost without you”

He looks down at you, his blue eyes become weepy, you bring a hand up to his face, wiping away unshed tears

“I missed lookin’ at you”

He breathes, his voice soft and gentle

“You’re so beautiful”

You look away, trying to reign in tears of your own, you bring him into a kiss, letting your tears drip down to your jaw, his face slightly prickly from a recent shave, it’s everything you’d been waiting for for the past month, a safe, warm place to rest, your son, happy, and your husband.

You fall asleep joyfull, hopeful, and wrapped in your husbands arms, his cool wedding ring resting on your arm.

Nervous III

Carl Grimes x fem!reader

Taglist: @zomb-1-egutzz

AN: both Carl and the reader are 14/15.

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.

If you notice a small change in the readers accent, I added a small kind of southern twang to it, I personally imagine if you spend enough time with Rick or Carl you’d start picking up small dialect changes, I just thought it was kind of cute? Or that it added a bit to the story

I will skip through some parts of the episode as they were boring or were making the chapter too long for my liking, I added a lil twist at the end as a treat <3

TW: description of blood, vomit, canon typical gore, the butchering scene in ep1 of s5

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In the morning, After the attack, Rick practically had to rip Carl off of you with how tightly the boy was wrapped around you, soothing his son by promising to return you, after he cleaned you up and dressed any wounds you had.

The man settles you on the ground, rubbing a soothing hand on your shoulder, albeit a bit bloody, he grabs a cloth, gently wiping the blood from your face, gliding it over your eyelids and hairline.

After you were cleaned and a dab of antiseptic cream was swiped onto the scratches on your face, Rick gently held onto both of your shoulders, levelling you with a serious look.

“What you did last night, that was brave, stupid, but brave, I’m grateful you put yourself before my boy, you won’t ever have to do that again, no one is touching you or Carl again, I’ll keep by that”

You nodded, before you could stop them tears were dripping down your cheeks, Rick didn’t hesitate to pull you into a longwinded hug, patting you on the back

“Thank you, for keeping my boy safe, I’m proud, you acted fast.”

You breathed shakily, nodding once again, the man opened the car door, ushering you in as Carl blinked blearily at the sudden light flowing in, curling back around you as you huddled into the backseat, Ricks nods to Michonne

“Make sure they get some shuteye, we’ll be leaving soon”

The woman nods back at him, the door shuts and she’s pushing the hair out of your faces, urging you both to sleep.

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You clear out the van of all your supplies and get a move on, trailing behind with Carl and the bedraggled man they must be friends with, you cocked your head at his back, intrigued, and Carl talks, for what feels like the first time in hours

“That’s Daryl”

He whispers, trying to be subtle- unsuccessfully

The man turns around sharply

“You talkin about me?”

Carl is unfazed, seemingly used to this man’s- Daryl’s mannerisms, your friend shrugs

“Was just telling her your name”

“She can talk, she can ask me”

Carl groans, you huff out a small laugh.

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When nearing the back of Terminus you’re cautious, careful

An air of skepticism passed over your group when you’re asked to reveal your weapons, tossing your unclipped holster from your thigh on the floor, flinching when a man approached to pat you down, noticing the piercing glare Carl levels the man with.

A distinctively weasly looking man, Gareth? Approaches and welcomes you all, warning you all not to try anything dumb, this was eerie, too good to be true, sanctuary with no price to pay? No, that wasn’t how the world worked now.

You stumble after Carl, gripping onto his elbow

“This don’t feel right”

He nods, humming, you were welcomed once again outside and offered plates of food, you catch Rick looking around with squinted eyes, flicking over to different people scattered around the yard before they landed on a shiny ball chain tucked into the pocket of the man offering plates of food to you, Rick lurches forward, knocking the paper plate out of the man’s hands, pinning him in a head lock and pressing his pistol to his temple

“Where the hell did you get this watch?”

You turn, peering at the strangers surrounding you, finding yourself weaponless other than your measly hunting knife

Alex held his hands up

“You want answers? You want anything else? You get em when you put down the gun”

Rick tightened his hold on the man, tilting his head to scan over the roof tops

“I see your man up on the roof with a sniper rifle-“

He twists the man, roughly

“How goods his aim? Where’d you get the watch?”

You watch the tense scene unfold, you wrists tremble when you hear the multiple guns pointed at you cock, the mechanic noise sending a flit of electricity to snip up your spine

“Don’t do anything! Put it down! You put it down”

The man in Ricks grip yells up at his sniper

“Where did you get the watch?”

“I got it off a dead one”

Rick continues to label off miscellaneous objects used or worn by the crowd of people before you

“Got the riot gear off a dead cop, found the poncho on a clothesline”

Gareth-The man that met with you in the warehouse walked slowly towards Rick, holding his hands out placatingly

“You talk to me”

Rick stares the man down

“What do you want Rick?”

Slowly, the leader of your group drawls

“Where are our people”

“You didn’t answer the question”

Rick turns sharply, a bullet whips past your face, popping Alex through the head, the man drops

Bullets ping against the floor, you freeze, helpless, no gun in your hand

Rick yells, ushering you and Carl behind him and away from the line of fire, you ran with your group, no alley was safe, every rooftop lined with a sniper, shooting at the floor around your feet, you call out

“They’re aiming for our feet!”

You all duck into a separate warehouse, sprinting for the electrical door, stopping short when it closes, you quickly tuck your knife back into its holster on your leg, hidden, in case

You were urged through a side door, keeping up with the others, you glance around at the bullet littered cars in the alley way, you pant

“They’re not trying to kill us, not yet at least.”

Carl blinked at you, his eyebrows furrowed, worried, you pointed to a cage filled with decaying, human remains

Rick yelled back at you

“Keep up!”

After running through several doors, you come to a clearing, they’ve effectively cornered you, you clench your fists as you stare up at your captor

“Drop your weapons, now!”

You listen to the clinks of metal hitting the ground as you remain stoic, your hunting knife nestled against your leg, a reminder that you could get out of this mess, you work up your courage, yelling at the rat like man above you

“Why are you doin’ this? Hunting us? Playing with your food?”

You sneer

“Do kids taste better? Is that why you’re doin’ this?”

His eyebrow twitches, a small bit of pride bloomed in your chest, knowing you’d bothered him, Carl looks over at you, shocked at your abrupt outburst

Gareth elects to ignore you, looking down at Rick instead

“Ringleader, go to your left, the train car, Go”

Rick seems hesitant, glaring back at the man

“You go, he goes with you, anything else, he dies and you end up in there anyway”

Rick begrudgingly stalks off to the car

“Now the archer”

Daryl follows after him, but not before levelling your captor with a glare

“Now the samurai”

Michonne’s eyes glaze over, shakily looking over at you and Carl before she follows the men

“Stand by the door, Ringleader, Archer, Samurai, in that order”

Rick yells, his voice more a growl than anything else

“My son, The girl”

Gareth squints his eyes

“Go”

You follow after Carl, lining up behind him

Rick, pulls open the door to the train car, you stumble in behind your friend, Michonne’s hand rest on your shoulder

“You kept your knife?”

You nod up at her

The corner of her mouth lifted, not a smile, certainly not in this situation, but a flicker of her pride

“Good”

A group of people on the other side of the car step forward

“You’re here”

Rick breathes out, you move backwards to duck behind Michonne, unfamiliar with these people

The man standing to the front calls from the other side, gesturing to you

“Who’s that”

He looks up at Rick

“We picked her up along the way, she’s here to stay”

After a brief introduction, everyone gets to work fashioning makeshift weapons out of anything they can find, you’re crouched in the corner, fiddling with the grip of your hunting knife

Carl plops down next to you, you watch as he continues pulling together a sling around his palm, you draw in a short breath before asking

“What happens when we get out of here”

He pauses, thinking

“We move on, we survive, that’s what we do”

You nod, not satisfied, but you don’t say anything more.

Daryl presses against against the gap in the car door, light shining on his face

“Got four of them pricks coming our way.”

Everyone stands, curving around the door at the ready, your hunting knife in hand, the small door on the top of the train car opens and a smoke grenade clatters on the floor, men in hissing gas masks stomp in, and you fight, getting a few jabs on the fucker that was grabbing at you.

But he was ultimately stronger, tossing you on the asphalt outside, you squint, watching another man dragging Rick away by the armpits, before the man above you pistol whip you and everything goes black.

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When you fade back into consciousness, your hands and feet are zip tied behind you, a fabric gag tugged around your head as your propped up against a metal trough, you squint before looking side to side, Rick on your right and Daryl on your left, a man swinging a metal baseball bat stood behind you, Rick turned his head to look at you, huffing through his gag as your eyes glazed over.

The man stood behind you called his machete wielding friend over to the other end of the trough, bludgeoning the man over the back of the head and splitting his throat open to spill blood into the metal tray before you, you gag, choking up your small breakfast through the fabric in your mouth, Rick, Daryl and their two friends either side of them look to you, Rick groans.

Watching three other men fall head first into the trough of blood and your vomit, before they have a chance to move into Glenn, Gareth interrupts, crouching down to pull Rick’s gag off

“We saw you go into the woods with a bag, and come out without it”

“What was in it?”

Rick breathes in before gritting his teeth

“Why the girl”

Gareth tilts his head, acting innocent

“The girl, she ain’t done nothing, why’s she here”

Gareth shrugged

“You’re son, he likes her, by the time we’re done, he’ll be all alone when we kill him”

Rick grunts again, his jaw clenching

“Answer my question, now, what was in the bag”

“You let me take you out there, ‘N I’ll show you”

The man propped up next to you tilts his head, threatening

Gareth smiles

“Not gonna happen, this might”

He gestured to the man wielding the bat, moving behind you, ready to swing

“You want me to beat her round the head, leave her for last, let her suffer? You could just tell me what was in it”

Your breaths quicken, tears drip down your cheeks, Rick taps you with his knee, reassuring

“There’s guns in it, AK-47, .44 magnum, Automatic weapons, Nightscope. There’s a compound bow, and a machete with a red handle-“

“-That’s what I’m gonna use to kill you”

The man before you chuckles, standing, pointing to the two henchmen prepared to slaughter you

“You have two hours to get them on the driers”

Gunshots ring out while Gareth jogs away , the building shakes before you manage to prop yourself back upright

The men behind you gesture to each other, you turn your head, Rick is vigorously sawing at his zip tied hands before he’s grabbing the man wielding a bat by the shoulder and plunging his jagged piece of wood into the side of his neck, moving swiftly to dispose of his friend.

Moving back behind you to snap the ties from your feet and hands, pulling you up after freeing his friends, tears are still steadily streaming down your cheeks, he pulls you into a close, quick hug

“Alright, alright, we gotta move”

He runs a hand over your head

“‘M sorry, I made a promise to keep you safe”

You nod, moving away from him to stumble towards a table full of weapons

“If they got problems, we got a chance”

He called out, One of his friends move to push a knife through Alex’s head, Rick stops him

“Don’t, let him turn”

He grips onto your shoulder, tugging on the flannel his son gave you, handing you a long-handled knife

Before you stumble upon a room filled with human torsos hanging like meat

“You cross any of these people, you kill them, don’t hesitate, they won’t”

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You pick up a rifle from the ground, pulling the shoulder strap off of a one of the terminus residents Rick had gunned down, pulling it over your own shoulder

“You know how to use that”

Daryl looks to you, nodding at him, firmly pushing the shoulder rest into your armpit

“My daddy taught me, briefly, ‘fore he died”

He nods, tugging you along with the small group of men, you arrive at the train car the others were huddled in, coughing through the smoke as your leader pulls open the door, firing off shots in the swarms of walking corpses surround you

“Fight to the fence!”

You heave a breath when Michonne and Carl jump out, relieved

You tug on the boys sleeve, keeping up with his father, using your gun when necessary, when you all manage to hop the fence

You pull the boy towards you, wrapping him in a hug

He pulls away

“They hurt you?”

You shake your head

“No, but we gotta go, while we can”

You trot after the group, before Rick stumbles upon his buried bag

“We’ll go along the fences, use the rifles.”

“Take out the rest of ‘em”

You nod with him, the majority of the group not seeming to agree

“What?”

Rick looks back

“They don’t get to live”

“We got out, it’s over”

Your leader squints at Glenn

“It’s not over till they’re all dead”

The rest of the group argue back with Rick, protesting, you choose to speak up

“Rick, please, we gotta get them”

Your clogged voice drew Ricks eyes to you, he looked between you and the group, handing you a SW pistol he hid in the bag, grabbing a colt for himself, wrapping an arm around your shoulder

He looked up at his group

“We’ll meet ya’ll back on the tracks in an hour”

Glenn continues his protest

“No it’s over Rick, we’ve got to go”

“I gotta do this, if you need ta leave, we’ll catch up”

You look up at the man, the man who had taken you in so quickly and provided for you selflessly, he looks down at you, nodding for you to walk back to the fencing

“C,mon”

You trudge ahead with the man before you’re interrupted

“Rick?”

A voice called out, soft, a woman, you whip around, dropping your rifle in your dash

“Carol!”

You jump at the woman, hiccups catching in your throat, she wraps her arms around you, familiar, warm

Pulling away and swiping a hand over your forehead

“What happened”

She thumbed at the yellowing bruise on your eye

“Should see the other guy”

You hiccup out, pulling away from the older woman you blink back at Daryl, small, quite tears are streaming down his face, you look to the woman

“He the shaggy friend you was talkin’ about?”

She nods, rubbing her hands over your shoulders before moving to hug her close friend.

After a brief reunion, she leads you all to a clearing, a small cabin centred in it where a burly man is walking out of it, carrying a small baby.

Judith.

This was Carl’s sister, the small little thing the boy wouldn’t stop gushing about.

Rick drops his bag, sprinting forward, Carl follows along quickly, they both hold her, so delicately, Rick crouches, sobbing, you stand back, respectfully.

Carl turns, waving you over through joyful tears, you’re hesitant, but soon are dropping your weapons and stumbling over branches.

Carl moves slightly, allowing you to squeeze between him and his father, you peer down at her, her blonde hair, her baby fat, her pink onesie, and it’s not long until you’re crying aswell, your tears soaking into her pyjamas as you stare, and you feel hope, deep unadulterated hope that something so sweet, so delicate could bloom in such a harsh world, you cry until you think you can’t anymore.

Mumbling out a small

“Hi Judy”

To your saviours giggling baby sister, Rick wraps an arm around the three of you, something sprouts in your chest, a feeling of inclusion, belonging.

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I’m not sure wether I will add it in chapter four, but I’ll try to imply the narrative that Carol found the reader (no y/n bullshit round here partner) after she was exiled and the readers camp was overrun, but ended up losing her on a run where she was followed by a man.

Thank yall for reading! And sitting through this long ass chapter, much love

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

Angel

Logan (James) Howlett and fem!agere!Reader

A/N: All of my oneshots will be/are written with a fem reader in mind because I write my works self indulgently, however, if it’s requested I have no qualms writing the reader GN

Unless I’m writing a romantic work, there is so age in mind for the reader, however, romantic works will be written with an over 18 reader in mind （╹◡╹）

Logan glances at the creaky wooden staircase as you come bounding down.

Your feet padded with socks and your arms full, your foot nearly slips on a step and he’s up and out of his armchair in seconds, catching you, he sighs deeply before setting you down

“What’d I tell you about being careful on the stairs?”

You cock your head, bashful

“Sorry.”

He hums, picking you up by the armpits

“It’s alright, we’ll look at getting you some of those non slip socks hmm?”

You nod, wrapping your spare arm around his neck, he carries you over to his armchair, sitting down with a groan, propping you up in his lap

“What was all that fuss about, what’s all this stuff?”

He looks down at the pink zip up makeup bags in your hand

“Makeup, n’ nail polish!”

“I can’t do your makeup honey, I don’t know how”

He looks at you, apologetic

You tilt your head, making a show of batting your eyelashes, and tearing your eyes up, he squints, groaning , he should have never let you know how much your puppy dog eyes affect him

“Can I do your makeup?”

He tongues over his teeth, mulling over the question, he rolls his eyes at your wet lashes

“Fine”

You clap, grinning up at him before digging into your bag of kiddie make up, he leans back and closes his eyes when you start to work underpigmented glittery blue eyeshadow into his eyelids, suckling on a pacifier he offered you shortly after you sat down.

He hums an old Bon Jovi song when you swipe lip gloss over his lips, you press a messy kiss to his cheek, he rubs a large hand over your shoulder, clearly pleased by your sweet gesture

“Done!”

You chirp before shoving a small Barbie mirror into his hands, he lifts it, turning his head to admire your handiwork, clearly marred by you childlike state, he grins up at you

“Thank you sweetheart”

He pulls you into a hug

“You made me all pretty”

You hum, shy

“was’ already pretty”

He blinks at you, before he presses a loud, lipgloss-y kiss to your forehead

“Ain’t you cute.”

He leans back in his chair, pulling you with him, bouncing his knee to lull you into a more relaxed state, he clicks a few buttons on the remote, until The Care Bears pops up, both of you sit, content to watch the multicoloured bears trot across the screen.

Logan clears his throat when the episode ends, checking the time

“It’s just about dinner time pumpkin.”

“Dinnr’ da?”

He hums

“It’s also time to clean up Da’s face, don’t you think?”

You nod, rubbing at your eyes

“Do you have any makeup wipes honeybee?”

You shake your head, he groans

“Guess we’re going cvs, you want McDonald’s?”

You grin, nodding, excited at the prospect of a happy meal.

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Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed, comments, requests and reblogs are very appreciated! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡