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NO NO NO NO NO

I'M CRYING SO FUCKING HARD RIGHT NOW OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG TOO MANY EMOTIONS 😵😭😵😭😵😭😵😭😵😭😵😭😵😭😵😵😭

WHY DO I WATCH THIS SHOW?¿!?!¿!?¿!

Me watching TWD tonight.

CRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW 😭😭😭

You did beat this world, Carl.

It’s about time that fucker Gregory died. He and his attitude survived for far too long.

To the bitch that let the log fall on Aaron’s arm, fuck you.

Well, Rick, I hope you enjoy your vacation 🌴🌞

Father Gabriel and Rosita? I don’t stan.

Yeah hi, um, could you stop killing off my favorite characters? I would appreciate it.

That's Judith, right now? Wow, she's so cute and sweet :3

#same

this girl is gonna kick so many asses 🔥

Uncle Daryl  ♡

Going to say something controversial about the walking dead

Ok so I feel like Daryl is more of a parent to Judith and Rj lately then Michonne as we have seen in the last season or so because like think about it Michonne is never there even before she knew Rick was alive and well Rick wasn't there so ya don't blame him for that part but Daryl is being a better caregiver then Michonne. That's just my opinion

i would love to see like Judith and Rj go to Daryl when they are upset or whatever then Michonne and Rick. Just me ok then lol

MATERIALIST

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

Everything always has to be so sad for the Grimes family, but when they were reunited in part one of season 5 with Judith I was happy and with they were a complete family once again.

Daryl's three favorite memories,

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Daryl was leaning against the corner of that small room as loud music played. The tears streaming down his face were inevitable, and he was trying everything he could to stop them and at least close his eyes. Lost in hopelessness and the desire to die, he couldn't shake the guilt of the situation, along with not knowing what was happening outside or how Kat was doing. He stared at a fixed point between the dim light coming in and the floor, reminiscing about an old memory from when they were at the prison.

—Judith, I promise if you stop crying for Aunt Kat, I'll let you play with my pens, okay? —I heard the whisper of my "girlfriend's" soft voice as she returned from guard duty; dawn was breaking through the cell windows.

—What are you doing?—I leaned against the bars of the open door, looking at her. She looked tired, her hair tied back haphazardly, and dark circles prominent under her eyes.

—I accidentally hit the metal plate with the candle and woke her up, so I'm trying to calm her down so the others can sleep a little longer.—Kat rocked the baby in her arms as she whispered to him, but the little troublemaker wouldn't stop crying.

I approached her and took the baby from her arms, resting the baby's head on my shoulder and moving around the small space just as I had seen Carol and Beth do many times before. Kat tied her hair back better, focusing on organizing the scattered papers on the desk quickly.

—Did you get any sleep? —I asked, running my hand over Judith's head.

—Sleeping these days is a waste of time. I have to make the most of it to organize the group my way while Rick is grieving and having schizophrenic episodes anyway—she replied brusquely. I raised an eyebrow at her tone, which made her relax, calm her shoulders, and lean against the table.

Her arms crossed over her chest as she sighed, looking at her worn-out sneakers and the dirty floor. I could see her biting her lip hard as she avoided my gaze.

—You should sleep— I said, looking at her.

—At the moment, that's a luxury I can't afford.

—I know we're all going through a tough time. Lori's death was unexpected, but believe me, even when we have to regroup without Rick, we all take some rest, even if it's just a little.

—I know, and all I care about is that everyone rests so we can work tomorrow. But I took Rick's place for a reason; I can handle these situations. I can multitask, but time waits for no one, and I can't waste minutes or hours closing my eyes only to realize tomorrow that no one is guarding the fence or that essential supplies are missing. — his hands moved to his hips as he spoke.

—I know, really, I do, dear, but you can't carry the entire group on your shoulders, okay? We're supposed to be a team, or isn't that what you always say? —I asked in a softer tone as the baby began to fall asleep.

—That's what I say, but every team has a leader. Rick was the leader, but now he's seeing things in the air or ignoring his son, and I can't let everything fall apart. We all contribute in some way, but there will always be someone who has to bear the brunt of it, and that's okay because I want to be that person. I have ideas and an organization that's self-sufficient and fair to everyone, better than what we had before—she grabbed her papers and showed them to me, proving her point.

I sighed heavily and approached her, picking up the scribbled sheets with indecipherable handwriting and putting them back where they were before embracing her tightly against my chest. I could feel her muscles relax under my touch as she wrapped her arms around my body.

—I'm pretty sure your plan for managing everything and ensuring equitable tasks will be a success, I know it. But I need you to rest because when you go to manage everything and control or do your tasks, it'll be very hard for you. You'll get tired, and somehow you'll end up ruining your perfectly planned work— I spoke against her hair, kissing her forehead gently.

We remained silent, enjoying the rays of sun beginning to enter through the small window, the light gradually warming our skin.

—¿You are going to sleep?

—No, I have to explain my plan and convince everyone that it's the best idea. Forget all of Rick's work to do what I want while he's grieving. Besides, I promised Lori to take care of her son, so I have to give everything I can to make his grieving process as bearable as possible and not force his sister onto him as an obligation— she pulled away from me as she spoke, running her hands over her face to wake herself up.

—Carl is a smart kid, ¿okay? He will realize when you are with him out of obligation and fatigue, and that will not help.

—But at least I'm doing something, okay? I'm not trying to shield him from pain or ignore him like Rick does. I promised Lori I'd take care of her son and daughter, and if I have to collapse from exhaustion to do it, I will, not just for him, but for everyone.

—You should be able to rest and enjoy the possible stability it gives you. Not carrying all the work or the burden of the group, trying to live a normal life that we will never have again. That's your problem too, Kat. You are trying to paint reality rosy so that we can feel good about the little normality we have in this new world.

¿The problem? When everything goes to hell, it is a much harder blow for everyone to face reality.

—I can't do it. Someone has to suffer for everyone else to be happy, and I offer myself as a tribute to the harsh reality, so everyone can have a plate of food, shelter, family, comics, and baby food—she was about to slam her hand on the table, but my tense look at Judith stopped her in time, letting her hand drop slowly onto the wood.

I sighed, she was as stubborn as a mule, but I wouldn't stop until she could close her eyes for at least five minutes.

—Let's make a deal, ¿okay? I need to sleep now. I'll give you three hours to do everything, and if you're not in my bed with me by 9, I'll come looking for you— I pointed at her sternly.

She gave me a dirty look, but she nodded anyway, just in time to hear the whole group starting to get up because the sun was already high in the sky.

I left Judith in Carol's arms before walking to my cell and collapsing onto the lousy bed to grab a couple of branches that weren't yet arrows to distract myself, waiting for her to come to my arms. Calculating the time with a tap of my foot against the wall and in my mind, counting the seconds and minutes like a clock.

I knew the three hours had passed because no one was in the dining area, and everyone was scattered with papers in their hands. It seemed like everyone had agreed to try Kat's idea, even if they didn't understand her handwriting or the concept, judging by the confusion on their faces, like Glenn's.

I was about to get up heavily and my eyes barely open, but I saw her walking tiredly to my cell.

—40 minutes, just that, Glenn's going to come wake me up because I know he won't have any compassion if I get mad at him for letting me sleep longer—she nestled into my chest as if it were her pillow and wrapped her arms around my neck.

—You and Maggie have the poor guy trapped between a rock and a hard place—I said with laughter in my voice, closing my eyes and enjoying her weight on my body.

I chuckled before feeling her lips on mine and then resting her head against my neck, my hands on her waist resting as if it were my home between the worn seams of her jeans and the little skin left exposed by the short shirt she was wearing.

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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

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Michonne Hawthorne and the Grimes kids

The Grimes family hat

CAROL PELETIER × BURNING PILE by MOTHER MOTHER

"All my troubles on a burning pile

All lit up and I start to smile

If I, catch fire then I'll change my aim

Throw my troubles at the world again

It goes, all my troubles on a burning pile

All lit up and I start to smile

If I, catch fire then I'll take my turn

To burn and burn and burn"

The best Cliche:

Murder Parent adopts Innocent Child. Murder Parent is actually Soft Parent for Innocent Child who is actually Murder Baby.