MICHONNE!!! - Tumblr Posts
THE WALKING DEAD ( 2010 - 2022 )
OHHH MY GOOD LORD SHE IS SO MAJESTIC
Slay Warrior General Okoye
Me at 2 am looking for the good angsty fanfics
Inncorrect twd quotes but its me and my friends out of context with my oc
Jessie (my oc)- look carl i love you
Carl- i love you too
Jessie- but we are not meant to be together
Carl- why?
Jessie- because you suck at pictionary you can not be my partner- HEY GLENN YOUR MY partner
Incorrect quotes but its just me and my friends out of context featuring my oc
Rick- hey how your doing?
Jessie (my oc)- im fine
Carl- *confused looking at his girlfriend*
Jessie- *2 minutes ago*
MASTERLIST!
FORMULA 1
mv1 - made for lovin’ you baby
ls2 - nothing yet . . !
dr3 - nothing yet . . !
ln4 - nothing yet . . !
pg10 - nothing yet . . !
fa14 - nothing yet . . !
cl16 - nothing yet . . !
ls18 - nothing yet . . !
yt22 - soft
aa23 - nothing yet . . !
zg24 - nothing yet . . !
eo31 - nothing yet . . !
ob38 - nothing yet . . !
lh44 - nothing yet . . !
cs55 - nothing yet . . !
gr63 - labyrinth ( part one )
- labyrinth ( part two )
op81 - matching bracelets
MOVIES
donnie darko - doll
- baby
- relax!
dazed and confused - nothing yet . . !
it 2017 - nothing yet . . !
gran turismo - nothing yet . . !
batman begins - nothing yet . . !
evil dead rise - nothing yet . . !
the lost boys - nothing yet . . !
the conjuring - nothing yet . . !
the amazing spider-man (or spider-man overall) - nothing yet . . !
scott pilgrim vs. the world - nothing yet . . !
dinner in america
- are you flirting?
SHOWS
brooklyn nine-nine - nothing yet . . !
avatar the last airbender - nothing yet . . !
the walking dead - nothing yet . . !
the umbrella academy - nothing yet . . !
chilling adventures of sabrina - nothing yet . . !
a series of unfortunate events - nothing yet . . !
titans - nothing yet . . !
pen15 - nothing yet . . !
MISCELLANEOUS
dc universe - father of the year.
- defiance.
- mornin’ ( just jason )
- like like! ( just damian )
- you have kids? ( just damian )
- late nights ( just dick )
- number one ( just damian )
- safe haven ( just jason )
- summer’s over ( damian and jonathan )
anything else requested will either get their own part or will be placed down here! - nothing yet . . !
Nervous II
Carl Grimes x fem!reader
AN: both Carl and the reader are 14/15, as I’m currently on s4 and that’s his age around that season.
I’m completely fine with adults reading this, just don’t be weird in the comments or request any nsfw work of Carl because he’s a child and so am I, I don’t feel comfortable involving myself with that sort of content.
TW: angst, the SA scene in e16 of season 4 but I altered it, canon typical violence
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Your boots wedged into the grooves of the train track, a new pair that Rick had kindly picked up for you when looting a house not far off the tracks
Listening attentively as Carl rattled on about how they had all survived so far.
You tilted your head at him, laughing louder than you ever had since this whole mess started
“You ate a whole tub of chocolate pudding?”
Your cheeks reddened as you giggled, Carl fixed his hat lower over his eyes, embarrassed.
“Yeah? What’s the big deal?”
“I don’t know, it’s not even that funny”
You kept laughing, eventually Carl joined in, snickering as he sat across from you, picking at dried grass.
Rick hollered, calling the two of you over
“We’ll have to get going now, don’t have much time until dark”
And so you moved, trekked through the forest until you came to a clearing, a van parked in the centre.
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Dinner passed in pleasant silence, before long you were yawing, your head rolling on your shoulders, Michonne urged you into the back seat of the van for a well earned rest, Carl following not long after.
You drifted off with Carl sat next to you.
You violently jerked awake when a hand slammed against the window, squirming and struggling as the man grabbed you and threw you on the leaved ground.
Tossing Carl down next to you, he leaned over your friend and all you could do was watch, wait and watch as Carl endured the same fate as you, something snapped.
A deep ridden need to not allow the same trauma to befall your only friend.
You rushed up, shoving you body against the big man, pushing him off of Carl, you peered back at the boy, attempting to usher him a way, make a run for it, anything, but he stayed frozen, eyes wide.
Your abrupt attempt to distract the man has worked, now focused on you, you struggled, kicking you boot out at Carl’s leg, you whisper to him
“Carl, run”
Through his shocked stupor he shakes his head
“I’ll be fine, go”
He still laid there, seemingly frozen like you were moments ago, you gritted your teeth, wetness pooling in your lower eyelids as the man hitched up your nightdress, you whimpered, looking over you shoulder, where Rick and Michonne were knelt, they were both peering over, Rick’s teeth were clenched in fury, Michonne’s eyes pooled with tears.
You let out a cry, looking to your friend, his face cast in a look of horror, then you remembered, Carl saved you that day, and you’d be damned if you let that go to waste.
Reaching for your outer thigh and pulling a hunters knife from a holster Michonne had lent you, letting out a shout as you lifted the knife and pushed it into the man’s neck, avoiding any main arteries, this bastard would die slow.
Blood spurted out into your face, pushing the man off of you, wrenching the knife out of his neck, before repeatedly tearing into him, Standing after you were sure he was dead, your knife clattered against the ground, you collapsed with it, reaching for Carl.
You howled into his shoulder as he shook with you
“Why didn’t you run”
You moaned, your voice clogged with agony
“You should have run, I was trying to repay you”
His breath hitched
“I wasn’t going to leave you”
He started weeping with you, neither of you looked up when Michonne skidded on the dry dirt path, wrapping her arms around you both, pressing you tight into her chest, she rubbed a hand over your shoulder, leaning down to both of you, she cooed.
“You did so well, so well”
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Chapter three will be uploaded very soon! Please comment if you would like to be put on my taglist or would like to ask any questions, reblogs are greatly appreciated.
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.
the Grimes Family side-eye requested by @ash-n-cole
Rick Grimes, Michonne Grimes, & Daryl Dixon THE WALKING DEAD (2010-2022)
Michonne Hawthorne and the Grimes kids
The Grimes family hat
Carl Grimes × Cigarette Daydreams
"Cigarette daydream
You were only fifteen
Soft speak with a mean streak
Nearly brought me to my knees"
I know there's some debate about Carl's age so I'm sorry if you think I put the wrong age but I just put what I thought seemed to be the most reasonable to me.
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"
Siddiq × The Whisperers
The Walking Dead
"Enough is enough
I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing, I go la la la
I'm turning up the volume when you speak
'Cause if my heart can't stop it, I'll find a way to block it, I go"
Prince Henry & King Ezekiel
Rick Grimes & Carl Grimes
/THE WALKING DEAD/
The best Cliche:
Murder Parent adopts Innocent Child. Murder Parent is actually Soft Parent for Innocent Child who is actually Murder Baby.
"More than a woman
More than a woman to me
More than a woman
More than a woman to me"
Bonus**
