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Random person in Alexandria: Wow, your group is so strong. What’s it like being with them?

Y/N: Well, imagine being with some completely mature, civilized, and responsible people

Random person: Oh, wow! That’s great-

Y/N: *having flashbacks to every chaotic moment that has ever gone on with everyone* Now throw that image out the window

ʚɞ𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝ʚɞ

-`♡´-𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐛𝐫𝐨! 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫-`♡´-

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Something I thought about and my sleep, waking immediately to write. 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠.

DISCLAIMER:*𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩!*

Summary: Carl wishes he could put he seed inside you so bad.

WARNINGS: panty stealing, Carl being pervy.

Words: 42

Stepbro! Carl, who steals your dirty panties and wraps them around his hardened cock, dragging them along his while you shower. Just to throw them back into your hamper covered in his cum, he so badly wishes he could put inside you.

Taglist: @carlsdarling

Y/N: *knocks on door*

Rick: *opens the door* Hey, N/N, what can I do for-

Y/N: *grinning, wearing a witch hat* Trick or treat!

Rick: *confused* Trick or-? Y/N, you’re trick or treating in the middle of the apocalypse?

Y/N: *more serious now* Trick or treat

Rick: *sighs* You can’t just-

Carl: *appears next to Y/N out of nowhere, wearing a pirate hat and his eyepatch* Trick or treat!

Rick: Not you too-

Daryl: *appears out of nowhere behind them, wearing a blanket tied around his shoulders as a cape, excited* Did he choose trick?!

Rick: *scared now* Wh-what? N-no-

Michonne: *walking in with her sword and pointing it at Rick* Trick or treat?

Rick: *almost crying because he’s so confused* What are you even supposed to be?! You’re not even dressed up!

Y/N: She’s a ninja. Duh. Now, answer her question

Y/N: *writing a note* Daryl, if you’re reading this-

Y/N: Wait… can Daryl even read?

Y/N: *crosses it out and starts to write again* Carl, if you’re reading this-

Y/N: Can Carl read?

Y/N: …

Y/N: Carol, if you’re reading-

me seeing that my fav character barely/doesn’t have any fanfics OR imagines

Having a comfort fic but also has the most gut wrenching angst to it as well is perfection

Ocean Eyes (C.Grimes x F!Reader)

Summary: Ocean eyes, they're eyes you can get lost in. And both you and Carl have that habit of getting lost in each other's eyes.

Warnings: Spoilers (?)

Word Count: 1,094

I've been watchin' you for some time 

At first it was a glance, your eyes were just scanning the room but that glance turned into a longing stare. That was until Carl looked back at you, catching you off guard. He smiled and chuckled at you as your eyes frantically looked anywhere else besides him. 

Can't stop starin' at those ocean eyes 

But as hard as you tried to keep your eyes away from his you just couldn't. They were so pretty. 

Burning cities and napalm skies 

He made his way up to you, the corner of his lips meeting his eyes from how hard he was smiling. 

Fifteen flares inside those ocean eyes

His eyes, they were all you could look at as he spoke to you, all you could really focus on. 

Your ocean eyes

How could eyes that have seen the worst things possible, from the death of others to killing some, still be so beautiful and innocent. 

No fair...

Although you were barely listening he still spoke to you, he knew you weren't really focused on his words right now but can he really blame you? 

You really know how to make me cry, when you gimme those ocean eyes

You mind came back to you, now listening to what he was talking about. You softly smiled at him, he was adorable, he's seen too much happen, too much death and yet he's still smiling, still acting like how a kid would at a party. 

I'm scared...

You admired that, admired how he can conceal it all, admired how he can still push through things no matter how bad the situation was. It was one of the things that made you fall for him. 

I've never fallen from quite this high, fallin' into your ocean eyes 

His eyes were the other, so calm yet so bold. So promising, protecting, honest and trustworthy. 

Those ocean eyes 

You knew you'd make the right choice in dating the Grimes boy.

I've been walkin' through a world gone blind 

I can't stop thinking about her, can't stop thinking about that beautiful face. Especially her way of thinking, and how closed off she was. It made her even more interesting and makes me that much more intrigued. 

Can't stop thinkin' of your diamond mind 

So tough, hard to get into. Her mind is so closed off, so barricaded, she doesn't let anyone know what's going on in there and no one would ever find out unless she let's them. It's fascinating, I don't think I've ever met anyone like her. 

Careful creature made friends with time 

She arrived at Alexandria a few weeks after we did, she was so much more closed off during those weeks, not trusting anyone fully, not staying long during conversations. But soon, she started opening up, words couldn't express how happy I was for her to trust us- to trust me and to confide especially in me. 

She told me everything, ever since that party we've become inseparable. She told me about the groups she was once with, her family, how she managed. 

He left her lonely with a diamond mind 

And a guy she once trusted so much she spilt everything to- like how she's doing right now. How he took advantage of that and took advantage of her hurt and fragile mind, making it much worse. She explained that's how she became so closed off and apologized for not only seeming like she didn't want anything to do with the place or people but for also pouring her heart out. 

She teared up as she did so I hugged her, told her it was okay, that I'm proud of her for trusting me enough to tell me everything. 

And those ocean eyes..

I looked him in the eyes, the same way I first did at the welcoming party. God, he could turn his back on me and betray me yet here I am pouring my heart out to him like I've known him all my life. 

No fair, you really know how to make me cry when you gimme those ocean eyes 

I let the tears out, leaning into him and holding him close, I know he would never hurt me, that he would do anything for me, that he loves me. 

I'm scared...

Bur what if this doesn't end well, what if he does turn his back on me and use everything he knows against me. 

I've never fallen from quite this high 

She backed up, wiping her eyes with her sleeve, she looked up at me, and God did she look as beautiful as the day I met her. 

Fallin' into your ocean eyes 

Since day one, there was another thing I noticed about her besides her beauty and her mind. It was her eyes, so deep and rich, looking at them makes me feel at ease, makes me feel like everything's going to be okay and that everything is okay. 

They were as deep as the ocean, I could stare at them for however long I want to and try looking away, but I can't. I don't want to come back up for breath. I could drown in these beautiful, astonishing, caring eyes and I wouldn't care. 

As long as they were hers I wouldn't mind anything. 

Those ocean eyes 

She leaned close to me, slow enough for me to react in case I don't want to kiss her. But I won't back away, I've been waiting for this. I had a feeling about her, a feeling that I would want this girl in my life forever. 

I closed the gap between us and I could feel all my worries disappear. Even though I didn't want to I had to break it. I rested my forehead on hers and was the first to speak, "Do you, maybe, want to go out?" She looked at me for a moment, eyes scanning mine for any hint of a joke. 

I've never fallen from quite this high 

She nodded her head, nervously. 

Fallin' into your ocean eyes 

I smiled at her, and brought her into a loving hug. "I promise- no, I swear to make you feel like the most special and loved girl here." I smiled, kissing her once again. 

"You sure?" She timidly asked, I frantically nodded my head. 

Those ocean eyes...

"Cross my heart and hope to die." He swore, crossing his heart. I guess this is the universe's way of making up for the apocalypse and fallen members. Just one step at a time.

The Boy Is Mine (C.Grimes x F!Reader)

Warnings: Marking, slight grinding

Notes: I'm so sorry this is short I'm busy with Physics work and hella tests.

Word Count: 307

The room was filled with whimpers and whines, he's so glad his dad and Michonne were out, along with Judith who was being watched by Gabriel. Inside the room was a scene. He was under you, hands gripping and pulling at your waist to keep your body moving against his.

You were on top of him, straddling him, kissing and nipping at his neck. He always looked so pretty under you, big pleading eyes looking up at you through his beautiful lashes, his lips would be red, plumped and covered in saliva from the intense make out. You couldn't get enough of him, and apparently neither could she. 

You don't blame her for having a crush on Carl, I mean who wouldn't. He's so sweet and helpful, and just so cute. But it's only a matter of time before she tries to make a move, she just needs to be reminded that he's not up for grabs, at all. 

Your left hand caressed his face while you buried yours in his neck, mouth sucking until there was a red circle left. Your lips moved down to his collar bones, kissing and nibbling at the flesh. You leaned back and admired your work and how he looked,  

"Such a beautiful mess.." you muttered. "You really think so?" He asked, hair frizzy and clothes wrinkled. You gave him a nod and leaned back in giving the left side of his neck attention. Outside of the house Rick called for Carl to come out, claiming he needed help with something. Startled, his face turned red, he looked at his appearance in the mirror, specifically his neck and looked up at you. 

All you could do was give him a smile and a kiss, walking out the room, ecstatic to see Edin's face when she sees your artwork on Carl's neck.

Addiction (C.Grimes x GN!Reader)

Summary: You're so addicted to Carl. You love the way he looks, smells, talks and walk. You also love how good he feels inside of your mouth and how he fills your throat up.

Warnings: Smut, blow job, slight face fucking/throat fucking

Word Count: 496

"We'll be back, okay? If anything, just drive back home." Rick said, him and Michonne stepping out of the car to head into the first of many stores. "Got it, but be safe dad, Michonne."

Rick and Michonne smiled as they walked off and into the store. Walking out of our sight.

You looked at Carl and ran your fingers through his hair, trailing them down his body and to his jeans. Fingers gently grazing over his the jean's crotch area. "What are you doing?"

"Nothin'.." you smiled, feeling his cock grow hard. You unbuckled and unbuttoned his jeans. Pushing the pants and his boxers low enough for his cock to spring out. You loved giving him blow jobs, the feeling of him just sliding down your throat makes you feel so good. You crave him. Just addicted.

You moved around in your seat, getting into a position where you could give him the best head that he oh, so deserves. "Right now?! They could come out and see us!"

"So? I'll be quick. I promise."

You licked up his shaft, sucking on his pretty tip and swirling your tongue around. Swallowing the precum and slowly jerking him off.

"You said you'd be quick- shit,"

You took him whole.

His cock fit perfectly in your throat, just the way you always liked. You bobbed your head up and down, drool pooling at the base of his dick and smearing around your lips and chin. Carl's head flew back and rested against the headrest. His hand found its way to the back of your neck and up to your head.

He pushed your head down, making his own pace as his hips bucked and thrusted upwards. Your tongue glided against the bottom of his cock, giving him shivers throughout his body. "Stay ha stay still.."

You listened, looking up at him as he fucked up into your throat. Carl looked so pretty, face red and relaxed, jaw slacked and moans spilling from his lips every so often.

He pushed your head down, further on his cock. You moaned around him, feeling his cock twitch.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum.." he whined, hips bucking feverishly as he held your head down.

Not even a second later he came, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. His hand on your head relaxed. You continued sucking on his cock, milking him, making sure your mouth was completely filled with all of his cum.

You swallowed his seed and put his cock back in his boxers and cleaned him up so it looks like nothing happened. You sat back up in your seat fixing yourself and wiping your face of any remains.

"Just so you know, I'm gonna give you another one when we get back to Alexandria."

"Again? Why?" He panted, "I like the way you taste." you smiled, laughing as Rick and Michonne hopped back in the car, completely unaware of the events that just unfolded in the car.

more carl grimes PLEASE 😍😍 you write him sooo good

what about edging a submissive carl? cockwarming him in your mouth but coming up whenever he’s about to cum?

You'll be Fine (C.Grimes x GN!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, cockwarming, sub!Carl

Notes: Thank you, my love😊, I was honestly nervous that I wasn't writing him in character. Also school fucking SUCKS right about now. Also (x2) my birthday is this Saturday! Yall should definitely send in some requests.

Word Count: 359

You lied your stomach, resting between Carl's legs on his bed while he sat against the headboard. His hands gripped his sheets and blanket while yours flipped the pages of the magazine.

"Can you please move..at least a little?" he asked, face red and sweaty, breath airy and chest heaving. He looked down at you and you looked up at him with those big eyes that he loves more than anything. "Mm-mm." you hummed, slightly shaking your head, the vibrations of your hum sent shivers thought Carl's body. "ha..." he shook.

Your tongue licked on the vein at the bottom of his cock. Drool spilling from the sides of your mouth and dripping on to his sheets, wet patches soaking just one spot.

The only movement that Carl got was whenever you pried your mouth off of his cock whenever you felt his cock twitch. Even if he wasn't even close to cumming, you'd sit up and take your warm mouth away.

You continued flipping through the magazine, humming whenever you saw something you liked. The feeling was overwhelming. The feeling of your throat closing around him every now and then, your tongue moving around ever so slightly, your lips fitting perfectly around his cock.

He couldn't hold himself back, especially when you looked so good with his cock sitting in your mouth. How you look when you gaze up at him, how fucking messy you look with saliva dripping out of your mouth and down your chin, on to your neck...down your shirt..

Carl's eyes wandered down, following the trail of saliva, you felt his cock twitch in your mouth and you sat up. His cock slipping from between your lips. He let out a whine as he reached out for you, "Gotta pee, I'll be right back, don't worry." you smiled, "No no no.." he babbled, hands grabbing yours and pulling you near him.

You pushed Carl on the bed and walked towards the door, "Please, baby, please.." he begged, cock rock hard and tip red. "You'll be fine." you smiled, walking out of the room, leaving Carl alone in his room with blue balls.

MOOOORRREEEE SUB CARL 😍😍 I am insatiable and your writing is soooo *chefs kiss*

Since we’ve deprived him so badly, what about overstimulation? Completely milking his cock until he’s begging for a break 🥺🥺

(Side-note: happy birthday!!)

Hrs & Hrs (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, p in v, sub!Carl, praise

Notes: I have so many Carl requests coming in so I'm happy to know that you guys enjoy them! And thank you for the birthday wish my love!

Word Count: 395

His body trembled, shaking and sweaty. His hair stook to his skin and his chest heaved. Breath airy and voice horse. His head was empty, dumb off the way you bounced on his cock.

His hands gripped and groped at your ass, tits, hips and thighs. He held you tight and close to him, he was overstimulated, you've already made him cum multiple times, and that was just from you giving him a blow job.

He didn't think he could cum anymore but from the amount of times he filled you, he found out he in fact could cum more.

His cum dripped out of your hole and soaked the sheets under you guys. He made you cum a number of times but you wanted more. You wanted him to fill you to the brim.

Carl whined as he came again, nails digging into your thighs. You stopped bouncing and started grinding against him, rolling your hips.

"Can't..can't cum anymore.." he stuttered, "Yes you can, I know you can. Just one more time, please baby?"

He pulled you close to him, your chest on his. He rested his head on your shoulder. "Give me one more, just one?" you pleaded, kissing his face and neck.

As much as he wanted a break, he also wanted to please you, to keep you happy and full. He looked up at you and gave you a nod. His lids were low from exhaustion but for you, he'd do anything.

You smiled and pull him in for a sloppy kiss, "Thank you, pretty."

He loves that, loves when you smile, when you kiss him all sloppily, when you thank him, and especially when you praise him. He loves hearing those words fall out your mouth.

That "one more" turned into a couple more. "You said one more," he whimpered, tears spilling from his eyes. "This isn't o-one more.."

"I know baby..I'm sorry, fuck, this is the last one- ah! s-shit..I promise,"

"T-this better be the last one..please be the last one..please.."

He babbled in the crook of your neck, pleads spilling from his lips. Your hips stuttered for the nth time, cumming around his cock once again and panting in his ear.

"You know how I said that this was the last one?"

"Uh huh.."

"How about one more.."

"Nooo,"

"Please Carl, baby pleaseee,"

Could u a Carl x reader smut ( Where Carl proposes, then they do smut) please

Marry You (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: Smut, biting, hair pulling, p in v, praise

Word Count: 787

During the years of dating Carl, he seemed to have fallen for you, harder than ever. He always thought about marrying you, especially since you guys are living in an apocalyptic world, he wouldn't know how long you two would have. He wanted to propose but he didn't know when, never knew what the 'right time' would be. That was until he saw how good you were with Judith and how much his dad and Michonne loved you.

He watched as you tidied up the kitchen, wiping the counters down and acting wifely. He walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and swayed side to side with you.

"I want you to marry me."

You stood still, not sure if you were hearing things.

"You heard me, I want you to marry me. Please, will you marry me?"

You turned to face him, face still in shock but softening when you saw that he was dead serious.

"Oh, Carl, yes! Of course I will!"

He smiled as your arms wrapped around his neck. His snaked around your waist, holding you close to him. He pulled back and kissed you, deeply and passionately.

The kiss started off slow, happy and sensual. But, it grew into more, Carl's hands moved down from your waist to your ass. He pulled you closer to him; if that was even possible and his lips moved from your lips to your cheek, then your jaw, then neck.

He bit and nipped at the skin, your soft whimpers filled his ears, like a melody that he can never get tired of.

You hands tangled in his hair and you tugged whenever his teeth sunk into your neck. He pushed you up against the counter and his hands found their way up your shirt.

He caressed your skin like you were fragile, like the world's most prized possession; which you were.

His teeth grazed the shell of your ear as he muttered, "So pretty, gonna be my pretty little wife,"

Carl pushed your pants to the floor and picked you up, and placed you on the counter. "You're so wet already, baby," he smiled, his fingers playing with your clothed pussy and grazing over your clit.

You whined in his ear and he chuckled, telling you to be patient, that he'll take care of you.

He pulled his pants and boxers down in one movement and pumped his cock before rubbing the tip on your pussy. He, very slowly, pushed himself in. You gripped and pulled at his hair at the feeling of his cock sliding inside of you.

You loudly whined and your eyes rolled back, "Shh, it's okay, baby.." he whispered, hands gently squeezing your hips as he slowly pushed himself in and out.

His head rested in the crook of your neck as you held him close to you. He pulled your hips close to his. Your legs were wrapped around his waist, keeping him close to you; never wanting to let him go.

His nails dug into your skin as he felt you clench around him. He moaned in your ear, his breath fanning over. He kept his pace the same; it wasn't too fast, nor was too slow. He didn't want to rush, he wanted to change it for a moment. From the way your body was reacting, you seemed to enjoy it just as much as he hoped.

In all honesty, he was so close to cumming, the way you were clenching around him and keeping him close made his brain go foggy.

Carl rubbed circles on your clit, you threw your head back pulled his to your neck. You gripped his hair and tugged at it as you came around his cock. His hips stuttered and his pace grew sloppy. He kissed your neck and whined in your ear as he came inside of you. His cum filling you up and dripping out of your pussy.

He panted, catching his breath before pulling out of you. You whimpered at the feeling, still a bit sensitive. Carl picked you up and took you to his room, gently putting you down on his bed when he walked back out of the room.

You lied back and caught your breath. You smiled to yourself, you're gonna be his wife, the love of his life, his forever.

Carl came back with a glass of water, a rag, and the clothes that were thrown on the floor. He handed you the glass and cleaned you up.

"Sorry I took long, I had to clean the counters." he smirked, "What made you wanna marry me?" you asked.

Carl sat on the bed next to you and kissed you, "Why wouldn't I?"

Attention (C.Grimes x Fem!Reader)

Request: hi! I had a request in mind with Carl grimes where like the f! reader is being a brat because they haven’t had sex in a while and she’s starting to become really pent up so she starts acting up and stuff and Carl yk deals with her. And it involves stuff like degradation, oral(f receiving), overstimulation. And then include some aftercare afterwards where he’s all like lovey dovey and shit.

Btw no worries if you can’t write this anytime soon! 🫶🏻

Word Count: 2,017

Warnings: Smut, bratty/mean!Reader, jealous/mean!Carl, some degrading but lots of mean!Carl, biting, teasing, oral (fem receiving), overstimulation, aftercare

Notes: Idk loves, I think I like having mean!Carl around. Also, I am so fucking sorry for getting this out extremely late, it won't happen again!

You've never been one to act out. Never been one to be impatient over something so small. Never been one to cause a problem that could've very easily been solved if talked about. But as they say, there's always, always, always, a first for everything.

It's been a little while since you and Carl have done anything intimate. Whether it had been holding hands, cuddling, kissing, or even just sex. You're aware of the huge ongoing and dangerous situation that's going on. The world has gone to shit, and it has been like that for years. So, you know that you can't always live that perfect and peaceful life you dreamed. But you just missed your boy's touch, his smell and presence so much that it started to get to you.

You lacked attention from him, he'd give you a glance and a smile when he could but other than that, you've been sleeping in an empty and cold bed.

It started a couple of weeks ago, your tone and mood shifted whenever you spoke to him. You acted colder to him than to anyone else. He had wondered if he did something to upset his girl, but before he had the chance to ask his dad called him over for help, and since then he had forgotten about it.

You then started getting a little too touchy with some of the guys, especially Ron. That made Carl feel something within, something he hasn't felt before. You've always talked to Ron, you guys were pretty close, but for some reason he felt as if right at that moment there was something else happening that wasn't friend-like.

You've tried almost every way to get Carl to react to you, including flirting with Ron to see if he'd grab you and take you to his room so you could finally feel his touch after so long. But it all failed. You were so close to giving up when you got an idea that wasn't exactly the best.

But if it gave you the possibility to be touched in anyway by your boyfriend, you'd take it.

Carl was in his room, getting dressed to go out on a run. This was your chance to:

A. Have a peaceful conversation and talk to him

Or

B. Make him feel what he unintentionally made you feel

You made sure to wear the hottest and sluttiest outfit you owned. A very short and tight shirt that showed a beautiful amount of cleavage and the miniest skirt you had in your wardrobe. But it was perfect for the weather, as it was a heat wave. So, in your defense, it was the only outfit that kept you cool in this heat!

Before you walked in the room you gave a knock on the door and announced it was you. When you got the green light to come in, you opened the door and closed it behind you.

You made your way to his full body mirror, not saying a word to him as you fixed your hair, face, and just checked yourself out while checking him out in the mirror at the same time.

"What? No 'Hi'?" he joked, walking to you, and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him.

If you weren't so upset with how he treated you these past couple of weeks, you would've leaned into his touch and sighed with content, inhaled his scent and enjoy his presence while you had him.

But you kept your composure. You stood your ground and resisted the feeling.

"Hi, Carl." you muttered, focusing on your figure more than his, you knew if you continued to glance his way you'd pounce on him.

"Hi baby," he smiled, leaning in to give your cheek a kiss. When he did you wiped it off with the back of your hand and sighed, "Don't do that, you'll ruin the blush."

Carl's face twisted in confusion, you've never cared when he kissed your face before, whether there was makeup or not. "Sorry," he apologized.

"Sure, how do I look?" you questioned, crossing your arms, making your tits push together and almost spill out of your tiny top. "Beautiful as always. Are you coming with me?" he asked. "No, I'm heading to Ron's."

Carl felt a pang in his heart and gut.

"Why?" he asked, curiosity taking over him.

"To be fucked and stuffed my love." you smiled.

You didn't even get the chance to walk to the door when Carl hooked two of fingers around the belt loop of your shorts and pulled you towards him, your back hitting his chest.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"What?" you asked, tilting your head.

"I must've heard your pretty mouth wrong. Why are you going to Ron's?"

"To be fucked and stuffed." You repeated, looking up at him, "Don't you have somewhere important to be? Like leaving me again for the fourth week in the row?"

The cogs in Carl's head turned and a lightbulb went off, "You're acting like this because I've been busy?"

"No, I'm acting like this because I'm practically in a relationship by myself."

"So, you dress like a whore and tell me you're going to get fucked by your friend? You're funny." he chuckled, turning you so your body would face him.

"I'm not joking. If you won't fuck me, I'll just go to someone who will. Someone who I know would fuck me better than-"

Carl grabbed your jaw and forced you to shut your mouth, "What was that? I couldn't hear you; can you say that again for me?"

You whimpered, hands tugging at the hem of his shirt.

"Get on the bed and lay on your back." he said as he let go of your face.

"And if I don't?" you teased, your lips getting closer to his, ghosting over them. "Get the fuck on the bed, bitch."

You giggled and lied down on the bed, he wished he could be mad at you for saying those things. But he can't. He just can't.

You look too beautiful and dreamy with the way you were splayed out on his bed.

"This is funny to you sweetheart?" he asked, hovering over you, kissing your neck and leaving bite marks over the skin. "Just a little," you sighed.

Carl hummed and made his way down to your shorts. He unbuttoned them and pulled them down. He kissed the inside of your thigh and softly bit them.

You were soaked, you just knew there was a wet patch on the middle of your panties from how desperate you were for Carl. He looked up at the wet spot and smirked, "I haven't even started yet, and you're already soaked."

"Not for you, that's for sure." you said, crossing your arms. "Not for me?" he asked.

"No. Not for you."

He hummed at your response and his fingers grazed against your clothed cunt. Your body shivered at his touch, and you sucked in a breath.

He toyed with your clit through your panties and lightly touched it.

He slid your panties to the side and teased your aching, begging, wet hole with a finger.

He moved his hand back and got off of the bed. "What are you doing?" you asked, "Well, you're not wet for me, right? You're wet for him."

"You can go to him to cum." he smiled.

Well, this didn't go as planned. He was supposed to deal with you, but he's just, leaving?

"So, you're leaving your girlfriend here?" you asked, "No, I'm leaving a brat here. Tell my girlfriend I'll be back."

"Your girlfriend is gonna be fucking another guy on your bed." you mumbled, Carl scoffed and turned back to you. He spread your legs and pulled your panties off of your body.

He pushed your legs up to your chest and dipped head low.

You felt his tongue lick and lap at your folds and juices. Drinking you and tasting your essence. You were so horny and pent up from the lack of sex that you didn't need much to cum. His tongue alone was doing the job.

Your whines and moans grew louder and louder, you were so close to cumming on his tongue. Your mind was foggy and empty, the only thing in that head of yours was that you got what you've been missing.

Your moans began to break as you felt yourself about to cum, that's when you felt Carl's tongue leave from between your legs.

"Apologize." he said, "W-What," you stuttered, "Apologize for the things you said."

"Um, I'm s-sorry,"

"Say it like you mean it."

He pushed his knee close to your pussy, the friction making your toes curl.

"I do mean it!" you cried out,

Carl didn't really believe you; he didn't believe you meant it but that's fine. He'll just get it out of you.

He spread your legs once more and dipped his head between your thighs and kept your legs on his shoulders. He shoved two fingers and his tongue in your hole and curled them.

You came all over his tongue and fingers, panting and wiping sweat off of your forehead.

You thought that was all until Carl cleaned his fingers and dove back in. Your hand flew to his head, you were so sensitive right now. You were always sensitive after you came, and Carl knew that he also wanted to take advantage of that.

Again, it didn't take much for you to cum, but each time you did he would just go back in. He wouldn't give you a break and you started to feel tears fall down your face from the stimulation.

"Apologize and this will be the last one. If I don't believe you, we'll just keep going."

He's been repeating that over and over and over again. You've apologized more than you can count on both hands.

"I didn't mean it! I didn't mean when I said I was going to fuck Ron! I-I didn't mean it when I said he was better!" your whines broke your sentence up so much, you sounded so pretty, and looked so slutty.

So messy.

Your hair clung to your skin, your mascara ran down your face and you were shining with a coat of sweat. Your skin was hot, and your cheeks were flushed. You were a mess. And it was all because of him.

You felt Carl smile and he made you cum one last time before kissing up your sweaty legs, stomach, chest, neck and face. "You want anything? Water or a snack?" he asked, "Water.." you said, your voice not even above a whisper.

Carl left his room to grab a cup of water and some snacks. He gave you the water as he went to run a cool bath for you. He came back to his room and picked you up bridal style. "Can't wait to carry you up like this through the threshold." he chuckled sweetly.

He sat you down on the tub and helped you take your shirt off and wiped your makeup off for you.

"Get in, let me clean you." he softly spoke. His tone was different from before, guess he just matched the energy you were giving him before.

You sat in the tub as Carl lathered your body in soap and cleaned you off. He was so sweet to you. He wouldn't hurt you, not on accident, never on purpose. "I'm sorry for the way I acted." you spoke up, breaking the silence.

"It's okay love. You were just upset that I haven't been treating you like my girlfriend and I understand that. But say shit like fucking Ron again and I'm beating him and fucking you like a whore."

You smiled and giggled at his words, "You'd like that," he said, shaking his head, "I would."

"Freak." he joked.

It was times like these that made you remember that he in fact did love you. Even when you acted out and got moody, he still loved you and cared for you deeply.

NSFW Alphabet (C.Grimes x GN!Reader)

Request: This is amazing and I'm so glad someone is writing Carl stuff again. Could you do something like where yn and Carl hate each other and he gets mad at you when y'all are on and then smut, or a smut alphabet?

Warnings: Smut! It's in the title and like a spoiler on season 8 if ykyk

Aftercare

Carl is a very caring and loving guy, meaning the aftercare is amazing. He'd carry you to the tub and run you a nice and warm bath to soothe your aching skin. Since we all know he can cook, I feel like he'd cook you a meal and if you're not that hungry then he'd make you a little snack and he'd bring you some water. He'd also give you another shirt of his and cuddle with you while whispering sweet words in your ear until you fell asleep. 

Body Part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner's)

I feel like Carl loves his hands. There's so much he can do with his hands (in both a sexual and non-sexual way). Now, for his partner, I just know he loves all of you. Every part of your body he just loves but if I had to choose, It would be your ass. He loves touching it, gripping and grabbing it. And he just loves smacking it.

Cum (anything to do with cum really)

Not gonna lie, although he loves to cum in you and fill you up and see his cum spill out of you, he loves to cum on your face too. Like, yes it may seem slightly ooc but guys listen, imagine how he looks after cumming on your face! 

Dirty secret(s) (a dirty secret of theirs)

I feel like he’d have two dirty secrets that he wouldn’t want you knowing (but he ends up either telling you or you find out and just not tell him you know) is:  1. Whenever he pulls your underwear off of you, he puts them in his pocket so whenever he can’t see you for a while he’ll just jerk off with it (use your imagination cause this can be in so many ways) 2. He takes pictures of you through your window. Like, lowkey living for Perv!Carl. He uses a polaroid camera so he can keep the pictures and he hides them in a magazine. You definitely found it since he just has it laying in a drawer???   

Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Since yall are literally living in an apocalyptic world I don’t think he’d have much experience and since there’s no internet he can’t even watch porn to get a grasp of things. He doesn’t know what he’s doing at all, but that’s okay! He just learns with you, whether you’re experienced or not. 

Favorite position

Either: A. Doggy style: So he can watch your ass bounce and slap it when he pleases B. Missionary: So he can see your face and see how you react to everything he’s doing C. Full Nelson: For when he wants to fuck you in front of a mirror

Goofy (are they more serious during sex? Are they humorous?)

It’s a mix between yes and no. I feel like depending on the mood that’s already set. Like if it’s make up sex then no because it’s such an intimate thing because you guys are making up yk. But if it’s just sex like you guys are really horny and pent up then sure, he’d crack a few jokes here and there.

Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes?)

Like I said before, yall are literally living in an apocalyptic world, I have a feeling he wouldn’t be shaving or trimming and he wouldn’t mind if you didn’t shave or trim either cause there’s more important things to worry about than pubic hair. But if it wasn’t an apocalyptic world then he’d be very well groomed and yes, the carpets do match the drapes. He has beautiful brown hair and trust the carpet is the same color.

Intimacy (how are they during sex? What is the romantic aspect?)

Very romantic during sex. Not to dampen the mood or make this sound sad, but you don’t know when the last time you’ll see each other would be so every time you guys have sex, he wants you to know how much he loves you and how much you mean to him and how happy he is to have you in his life and how grateful he is that you let him be your boyfriend.

Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He masturbated a lot before you guys got together and when he did jerk off it was to the thought of you or a picture he may have taken of you. But now that you guys are together he doesn’t masturbate as often, but he does like mutual masturbation.

Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The kinks that just scream “Carl Grimes” are: - Bondage: Using his belt to tie your hands together and over your head. - Impact Play: Spanking you when you’re acting up - Praise (self explanatory) - Voyeurism: He loves watching you get off, especially when you guys weren’t together and he would watch from his window into yours

Location (favorite place to have sex)

Tbh he loves to have sex inside. Like where there are no walkers to sneak up on yall. That being said his favorite place inside would be:  A. The kitchen: I know yall saw that island he got in Alexandria B. The bathroom: When you guys shower together you can make some noise because of the water muffling the noise.

Motivation (what turns them on?)

Literally anything you do turns him on. Even if you’re not doing anything just you standing there like the beauty you are will give him a boner and he will take you to one of your bedrooms.

No (something they wouldn’t do)

He wouldn’t do anything that would result in you getting hurt or anything he’s uncomfortable with. Like knife play or gun play is a big no. 

Oral (preference in giving or receiving & skill)

He loves loves LOVES giving rather than receiving because of how your beautiful body reacts to his mouth. He wasn’t as good as before, but now that he’s had practice with you and now that he knows your body like his own he’s a fucking God.

Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He’s both, but mainly slow and sensual. He likes fucking you fast and rough but the feeling of being slow and sensual and fucking you with slow and deep thrusts can’t compare to anything else. 

Quickie (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex & how often)

He has mixed feelings on quickies. On one hand, it’s something to keep the two of you satisfied until you see each other again. But on the other hand, he doesn’t like how that’s what he only has time for. He wants to have actual sex with you but he can’t because of the amount of times he has to leave with his dad so a quickie is the only thing you guys get every now and then. Quickies happen often, but he’s trying to change that because he doesn’t like having only quickies. It was fun at first.

Risk (are they down to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He’s always down to experiment, he was nervous about trying out new things, but he quickly got over it once you told him that if he didn’t like something then you guys wouldn’t do it. Just a bit of reassurance and he’s good to go.

Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He has great stamina, especially when he had to run and walk around everywhere at such a young age. He uses that stamina in the best ways possible. He can go for as many rounds as you’re up for, but that doesn’t mean he can last long. He cums quick but he doesn’t care because as soon as he cums he puts you in a new position each time and keeps going until you’re worn out. 

Toy (do they own toys? Do they use them?)

He personally doesn’t own toys, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get you some things on runs. He would find a vibrator and shove it in his pocket and he puts it in your room, somewhere where you would find it and he’d tell you he thought of you when he saw it (such a romantic am I right). Now, he doesn’t use any on himself but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t use them on you. 

Unfair (how much do they like to tease?)

He doesn’t tease all the time, but he does love to tease you ESPECIALLY when you’re needy and on the verge of tears. It’s not rare that he teases you, but he does it randomly and only ever when you’re begging him to fuck you because a part of thinks it’s funny to tease you and he wants to hear you beg for him. 

Volume (how loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

When his dad, Michonne and Judith are home, he keeps his voice down and forces you to keep yours down too. But when no one is in the house he’s pretty loud. I feel like he’d be self conscious about how he sounds so he wouldn’t want to be loud but when he finds out you like hearing him he lets every sound out. He has pretty moans like they’re not too high pitched but also not too low. And oh my god he whimpers and whines I just know he does. 

Wild card (get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

When needed he would definitely be mean and rough in bed. And when I say “when needed” I mean when you act bratty towards him then he’d definitely be mean but other than that, he’s such a sweet guy towards you and would never hurt you.

X-ray (let’s see what’s going on in their pants)

He thinks he’s small but he’s really not. Like slightly larger than average and when I say slightly I mean he’s like 6-7 inches big (keep in mind he’s like 18-19 years old and if season 8 never happened he’d still be growing). Since Carl’s skin is white but not like PALE uh his dick would be though. No sunlight on it, it would be pretty pale but his tip definitely has a pink shade to it.

Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive is soooo high. The days he has to go on a run and when it takes at least a day or more he starts to yearn for you and it got to the point that he needs to have you a couple minutes before he leaves so it wouldn’t be that bad.

Zzz (how quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

He doesn’t go to sleep right away, he actually waits until you fall asleep and even then he stays up a little later in case you wake up. After like an hour or so after you fall asleep is when he does.

MATERIALIST

Negan Smith -Home Is Where The Heart Is: Prologue Home? Another Day No Heaven, Only Trouble

Carl Grimes

Key

🌶️ ~ Spice/Smut

💢 ~ Angst

🩷 ~ Fluff

What's a Soulmate?

Out 💢

Found 💢

Niece?! 💢🩷

Better? Better. 🩷

Carl<3 🩷

Before 🩷

Finally 🩷

TW:

-SA

-zombies

-aNgSt

-simpy Carl<3

One shots

Teddy🩷

Sign💢🩷

Could you write something about Carl going out on a run and finding a teddy bear he brings back to you as a gift?

Teddy

Carl Grimes, son of Rick Grimes and lover of you, was out on a run with his father. The father and son duo walk in a comfortable silence, their guns drawn and ready to aim at anything that could cause harm. They were in a new town about an hour away from Alexandria so the two were more cautious than usual.

"Is there a list?" Carl asks his father gently

"Just anything we can find, I guess" Rick shrugs slightly as his eyes dart around tentatively. They go into what looked like a grocery store, the town was small so the store looked more like a convenience store then anything. The windows were boarded up and the door was hanging off of the hinges. Rick goes in first while Carl watches outside, the father gives his son the clear and Carl rushs inside.

"Time to look around" Carl mumbles to himself. He knew you have been having a bad time lately and have been in a funk. Carl was hoping to find something to make you smile, Rick knew of this and focused more on gathering supplies while his son found something did you. The two split up in the small store and quickly scan around the building, they find some cans and a gallon of water before moving back outside. They can feel the wind against their skin as they go to the next building, it looked like it was in ruins so onto the next they went. It was a small home. Maybe 2 bedroom, one bath and it was one floor. They went inside quietly and checked each room to make sure no walkers or people were in it before beginning their search of the home. Rick handles the living room, kitchen, and dining room while Carl looks through the bedrooms and bathroom plus any closets. He starts with the closets finding a fluffy blanket for you, it was still nice and folded up. The blanket itself was black and looked to be a good size to cuddle in. He goes into the bathroom next and finds some pain meds as well as old mouthwash

"Ew" he whispers and puts that away before ending his search of the bathroom. He goes into the first bedroom, it was the parents room, their room was a mess,

"And I thought I was messy" he whispers again and looks around finding nothing but a pretty necklace, as he looks closer at it he can see that some of the metal is broken

"Hm" he puts it into his pocket for now then goes it into the final bedroom. The children's room. Inside was a large but broken bunk bed, the different sheets on the bed showing it was a boy and a girl. He goes through the closet first finding nothing but a bunch of old toys. He spots in the rubble of the bed was some fluff. He goes over and moves a piece of wood seeing a dusty teddy bear. Carl always called you his teddy bear from how you cling to him at night so he thought this was perfect.

"Just some cleaning and this will be perfect" he thinks to himself and finishes up in the room before going back out. He sees Rick finishing up as well.

"Find anything interesting?" Rick asks his son

"A blanket and a teddy bear as well as some pain meds. You?" Rick nods knowing who the blanket and teddy bear were for and speaks,

"I found a few bottles of water, some batteries and bandages. This place is clean"

"Should we continue into the next houses?"

"No, it's gonna get dark soon. We should head back" Carl nods at his father and they begin their trek back to Alexandria. They get back to the large gates as nightfall hits, they're let inside and separate after Carl hands Rick the items he found beside the blanket and teddy bear. He goes to the lake and quickly washed the teddy bear and shakes it quickly to try and dry it off. He starts to shake it aggressively to quicken up the drying process. The bear is about 90% dry by the time his arms get tired from aggressively flailing the bear around. He stands and goes to his house where he knows you're waiting, you can't sleep without him so he rushed home knowing you like to sleep early.

  Carl through the house and up to his room where he sees you, dressed in one of his flannels and curled around his pillow with your eyes closed. He knew you weren't asleep, a small smile forms on his thin lips. He slowly walks over to you and sets the blanket and teddy bear down. He unfolds the blanket and lays it over you, your eyes open from the sudden feeling.

  "Carl?" You whisper softly as your eyes adjust in the dark

  "It's me Bear" he comes more into view and smiles making you smile slightly. He grabs the teddy bear and show you it

  "Look at what I found for you, a Teddy bear for my Teddybear." He wiggles it a bit and puts it close to you. You smile brightly at the sight

  "Thank you" you were never able to save your childhood bear so this meant a lot to you.

  "Your welcome bear now let me into the cuddle zone" he says playfully and you open the blanket for him to snuggle into. He takes off his shoes and pants then takes off his flannel and shirt, so he's only wearing his boxer shorts. He gets all cozy under the blanket and hugs you close to his chest and holds the teddy up. He makes the teddy dance a bit to make you smile. He smiles at the lovely sight of the corners of your lips turn up in a sleepy smile. He can see you yawn so he hugs you and the teddy closer as you fall asleep in his arms.

hi, could you write a fluff fic about carl x deaf!reader ? i think it would be cute if she could teach him sign and he could learn through books enough to tell her his feelings. maybe she was at alexandria when he got there and kinda kept to herself because no one could communicate with her but he was determined to.

i love carl and twd but i rarely see any deaf/hoh fics as a deaf person. thank you and have a good day ❤️

Here ya go lovey! I hope you like it!

I tried to make sure that the information on cochlear implants(since they're mentioned) is correct, I hope I got it right..

Sign

Isolation and Silence were your friends. Hiding was a friend, a cowardly friend, but one non the less. You were born deaf, when you were five your loving parents got you a cochlear implant. You could hear for the first time ever, at the young age of 5. The cochlear implant never left your head unless it was charging, using a USB cord.

But all of the safety the implant brought you was put on hold as the world ended. There was no way for you to charge your implant, so fear set in. Your parents changed as well once the world ended, your father became more strict and less loving. Your mother became more quiet and reserved. You felt more alone then ever once your implant died.

Anger went through your veins as you heard the beeping that meant that the implant has died. The last thing you heard was that cursed beeping. Sadness creeped in after that once the world went silent. You were so used to sound after 6 years of it, being only 11 at the time of the apocalypse. The next year your mom took the easy way out, your father became angry. He never tried to communicate with you, even though you both knew sign language. You were a bit rusty but was remembering it slowly. Two years later, your father allowed himself to be eaten by walkers. At the age of 14, you were alone, alone in a world were sound was critical to survive. A world where you had to look over your shoulder and starve and stay awake for days on end to make sure you were safe.

That was until Aaron found you one day, you were asleep in the back of your family car and allowed yourself to sleep. Aaron gently spoke to you trying to wake you up, but you didn't stir. He reached out with some hesitation and placed his hand on your shoulder, at the mere touch of his hand you sprang up with horror on your face. You tried to speak, to show you were a normal surviver, but the words came out in slurs, you couldn't hear yourself speak. The welcoming vibrations in your ears as you spoke was gone, there was nothing.

Aaron looked shocked and was trying to talk to you, you read his thin lips and he seemed to say, are you drunk?. You grew confused by the question and started to sign on instinct, his eyes widened. He didn't know sign language, he's never interacted with someone who was deaf before in his life. He got a bit closer to you so you can read his lips,

Are you alone?

You nod your head after a moment, he seems to frown and speaks to you again

Would you like to go somewhere safe?

You nod again, anywhere but the outside was safe. Aaron smiles slightly at your nod and he holds his hand out to you, you slowly take it with some hesitation and he gently tugs you out of the car. He looks around as you gather your things. A blanket you've had since you were a baby, and some books you've held onto. Books about ASL, or American Sign Language, everything fit in your bag. You were out of food or water so you didn't have much, Aaron leads you away from your home and you both walks in silence. One more willing than the other, and after a days walk you get to Alexandria.

You look up to see a large guarded area with people stationed on both sides of the large gate, each holding a good sized gun and staring down at her. Aaron must of said something making the gate open. He ushers her in and leads her to Denise, the leader of the close knit group, and she looks at you and begins to speak. Aaron seems to of cut her off, and tells her of your condition. Denise looks a bit saddened by the news, no one here knows sign language so communication will be very difficult.

"We'll station her up in an empty house for now"

"Why? She can stay with me for now"

"No one knows sign language Aaron, talking with her will be difficult."

"She reads lips, that's how I got her here"

"She is to go to an empty house for now." Denise had the final word, as usual, and Aaron is forced to comply. He brings you to an empty house and goes in front of you so you can read his lips

This is your home for now, I have to go back out

You nod as he tells her everything, finding it of no use to sign to him. He walks away after a moment leaving you alone. You let out a sign as you're isolated once again.

As the days go by, your actions don't change, Aaron never comes back to see you as he's to busy with his job so you stay alone. You go outside and sit by the lake, you're favorite area, with your feet in the water. You close your eyes as you can feel the vibrations of other walking nearby and the gently moving of the water that's around your feet. This is your daily routine, some kids try to come up to you and speak but you never reply, obviously, so they give up after a moment and walks off to never try again. Ron tried it, Enid tried, as well as every single teen in the small sanctuary. They all try to be friends with you but since you don't reply and seem to ignore them, they all think you're rude.

That was until Carl Grimes and his group enter the area. Aaron brings them back and he sees you by the lake, so he addresses the group.

"That kid over there" he points to you

"I haven't got their name but they're deaf, not rude." He knows of the kids finding you rude or entitled so he makes sure everyone knows of your condition. Carl's gaze lingers on you as your open your eyes and looks at the water. You can feel someone's gaze on you and look around seeing Carl looking at you. His face is blank but his eyes are narrowed slightly, as if he's trying to figure you out. His eyes go to their normal size as you make eye contact. Rick makes Carl follow the group, leaving you to your own devises once more.

As the days went on and Carl got to knows some of the teens, each said the same thing about you, that you're rude and entitled and speak to no one. Carl tries to tell them that you're deaf, but non believe him. So he decides, for some reason, to go up to you. You're at your usual place, with your eyes closed and bare feet in the water. You looked so peaceful that Carl feels a bit bad when he sits next to you and gently pokes your arm making you jump. His face stays blank as you look at him quickly, no one has touched her or gotten her attention in any way besides speaking so this was new. He starts to speak slowly, so you can read his lips

Hi, I'm Carl

You have a bit and sign your name, the letters being almost drawn in the air seem to amaze him slightly. He's never seen someone sign before. The use of your hands catch his attention as he watches the language.

Can you teach me?

He asks you, you nod after a moment of shock and adjust yourself to face him more. You sign a simple hello, the simple wave of your hand, he copies. You mouth the word "hello" he copies you and does the sign again. You begin to sign the alphabet, your hands amazing him as you sign the 26 letters effortlessly. He copies you slowly as you do it again, you mouth the letter that corresponds with the hand movement. You sign his name slowly,

C

A

R

L

He watches you and copies you again.

You both didn't realize that you gained some attention, Rick and Michonne watch you two.

"He's never done this.." Rick whispers softly. He had to deal with a teen angsty Carl for the last few years so seeing him willingly socialize with someone was shocking.

You sign your name slowly and he whispers the letters to himself softly then repeats your name to himself once he understands it. He says it again a bit louder making you smile, seeing him say your name was nice. No one has said your name in about a year, so it was refreshing to see. You continue teaching him sign language, finally gaining a friend after so long.

I'm thinking of another one shot idea.

So ___ x reader!reader

Remus or Carl walk in on her reading with a blank face, she hides her book once they come in, they take it and it leads to a smut. I'm just stuck in which one to write about...

Hey everyone! Someone mentioned being tagged once my new fic comes out, and that had me thinking.

If I made a tag list who would want to be on it?

If you want me to be tagged in any one-shot posts I made, please comment on this so I can make sure you guys are one of the first to see ANY fic I make.

Also! If you want, I can have two separate tag lists depending on the characters. One for Remus and one for Carl. If you're interested, let me know:)