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carl doodle for my pookie @zz0mbiething !!
Put some back, or the next one goes in you. Kid… what do you think happens next? You die.
Are you saying you'd do things differently?
THE WALKING DEAD 7.07 -> 11.07
Getting Adopted By The Survivors
Author’s Note: I’ve been rewatching the walking dead for the god knows how many times since lockdown began. I had this idea rollling around my head for a while so I wrote it down for ya’ll. How you enjoy. If this gets to 50 notes I’ll do a part 2
Grimes Family(Rick, Lori, Carl)
You were thirteen and found by Rick first
You were walking down the road, having been separated from your group by a herd just a couple days ago. He approached you on horseback, saying he was headed towards the city.
You told him not to go to the city and that it was dangerous but he wouldn’t listen and went anyway.
That evening he spotted you from the car, driving back to the camp. He got T-dog to pull over and pick you up. He brought you back to the camp where you met his family.
“I tried to warn you.” you told him. “Yeah, you did.” he chuckled and promised to help you find your group.
You left the atlanta camp with them, having nowhere else to go. You tried to keep Carl entertained when everyone was out looking for Sofia.
When Carl got shot you got upset. You tried to help around the farm or camp but everything you did just got you in more trouble. You eventually broke down, telling Lori you were sorry and you just wanted to help
Lori loving you as if you were her own. Insisting you share a tent with the grimes from day one.
Shane was especially sweet towards you from the beginning but you didn’t entertain him. You had more important things to do like help with the cooking and cleaning and babysitting Carl so that the adults could get work done.
You calling Rick “Ricky boy.” and Carl “Twerp” when he gets on your nerves. Lori calling you “sweetpea” and Carl calling you “Stinker” when you get on his nerves.
Dale
You were fifteen and Dale’s neighbour before all this. It was just you, your dad, and the family dog. When the shit started to fly Dale offered you all a place in his RV
Later on your father got bit while looking for the family dog who got away. Dale mercifully put your dad down so you didn’t have to.
You bringing Amy and Andrea back to Dale and the four of you creating your own little family unit.
Dale would show you how to fix up the RV when it acted up. You would scavenge cars for parts the could be repurposed since you were faster than Dale.
Dale giving you chores to keep you out of trouble in the camp and refusing to let you do runs into town.
You and Dale taking turns keeping watch on top of the RV.
You always being the one to look after Sofia and Carl when the adults need to go and do stuff. This leads yu into becoming the ultimate babysitter, coming up with games and chores to keep the younger kids out of trouble.
You staying behind with Dale to help look after T-Dog when everyone goes looking for Sofia.
Coming to the farm and Dale and being his little yes man/woman/person. Him calling you “Sport”, “Champ” and “Kiddo.”
When Dale was attacked by the walker you took the gun from Daryl, saying how Dale put your dad down and you should return the favour. Telling Dale your sorry for not protecting him like he had protected you.
Turning cold and inconsolable the days after his death, and only Glen and Andrea really approaching you.
Andrea(Continuation of Dale)
It was after Dale’s death. He had saved you in the begining and you were completely distraught because of it, closing yourself off from the rest of the group, only really moving between the fields and the house.
You kept up your chores around the farm and kept the RV clean. That’s what Dale would want.
You and Andrea talking about everything the two of you had gone through and you breaking down in her arms.
Her teaching you how to fire a gun. Dale wouldn’t have approved but you needed to know now.
You trying to make her see that Shane doesn’t truely care for her the same way she cared for him. She doesn’t want to see it so you don’t push.
You and her being together when the barn burns down, later meeting Michone. You beg Michone to help Andrea.
The three of you surviving the winter together, later being taken to Woodbury.
You and Andrea trying to get Michone to see that Woodbury is a good place.
You supporting Andrea in everything but her just wanting you to be a kid again.
Her calling you “Sport”, “Champ”, and “Kiddo”, like Dale used to.
Green Family(Hershal, Maggie, Beth)
You were 8 years old and Otis and Patricia’s kid. You had been living with the Green family for a while, trying to survive together quite well Hershal let you ride the horses and Maggie had you feeding the chickens. It was boring being the only kid there though.
The first time you seen a kid was when a man in a sherif uniform came in carrying a boy in his arms, saying he was shot. Hershal looked after him right away while you looked from the top of the stairs.
You give your favourite teddy bear to the mother of the shot boy, telling her that the soft toy makes you feel better when you’re sick so hopefully it’ll make him feel better too.
You not liking Shane because your dad had come back every time he went out except for when he went out with Shane.
Lori picking you up and carrying you off the farm when it got taken over by walkers.
Beth and Maggie taking care of you during the 7 months on the road through the winter, singing you to sleep and telling you stories.
Herschel letting you sit in when he’s teaching Carol some basic medicine.
You and Carl didn’t get along that much cause he wanted to help the adults, not play with a little kid like you
Beth and you singing to baby judith in the Prison, always helping her take care of her when you weren’t taken up with chores and other business.
You being Hershal’s little medical assisstant, learning lots of valuable medical information and becoming a great help despite being so young
You eventually calling Hershal “Pops” after a while. Hershal calling you “Little Doc” and “trouble maker”. Beth and Maggie calling you “butthead” to get a rise out of you.
Dixon Family (Merle and Daryl)
You were ten and very good and moving through the crowds. You were too short and fast for a lot of the walkers to get a hold on you and your dad used that, making you go out to find food and supplies most of the time while he stayed holed up in your Atlanta apartment
You heard a man yell and you went to see what was going on. You found a man handcuffed to the roof with walkers trying to push the door down to get to him. He asked you to hand him the saw and you helped.
You brought Merle back to your Atlanta apartment, which your dad didn’t like so he beat you. It continued for a couple days where you’d go out and your dad would beat you for bringing back to little. One day Merle had enough and beat the shit out of your dad. The following morning your dad was gone.
You calling Merle “Mr. Merle.” and Merle calling you “kid.”
You believe everything Merle says because he swears he would never lie to you. He also teaches you how to track game in the woods. He also taught how to curse which made him laugh like crazy everytime you did.
You two getting picked up and going to Woodbury. You preferring to spend all your time with Merle instead of the other kids cause you think they’re stupid and weak and they bullied you cause you told them they were stupid and weak.
Merle and you spending all your free time at Woodbury’s library. Him reading to you. Him not minding you spending all your time with him since you reminded him so much of little Daryl. The two of you making a plan on how to escape Woodbury if it came to it.
The night the governor put Merle and his brother against each other you screamed at them to stop and cried, being held back by a woman. You cursed out the governor. When the smoke rose you grabbed a pistol off of one of the men and ran after Merle.
Staying with Merle and “Mr. Merle’s Brother” after Rick refuses to let Merle back. “You should go back with them, kid.” Merle would try to tell you. “I wanna stay with you, Mr Merle. Not that dickhead!”
Daryl became fond of you during the little time spent with just the three of you, especially how you had no fear of walkers and had no trouble letting himself and Merle know what you were thinking.
When you end up back at the prison you insist on staying outside the cell block with Merle. A woman named Carol came up to you “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather sleep in here on a proper bed?” she asked. “I ain’t repeating myself to you dumb bitch!”. The prison gang informally refers to you as Merle Jr., regardless of gender.
Williams Family (Sasha and Tyreese)
You were 9. Your parents had been part of the group but didn’t make it. Since then Tyreese and Sasha took care of you the most. They would give up their food so you could eat and Tyreese would carrying you when you got too tired to walk.
They would call you “Buddy” and “Boo”. You calling Tyreese “Reeses” because his name reminds you of the candy.
When you arrived in the prison you found yourself enamoured by Carl. He was a kid too and he was able to shoot a gun and kill walkers. You immediately went to Tyreese and begged him to teach you how to use a gun, which he would repeatedly refuse.
You being the only one that could get Sasha to calm down when she gets a little riled up.
You thought Sasha’s hair was the coolest thing in the world when it wasn’t tied down and just in one big fro. Her letting you braid it and tie it up for her, mainly to keep you busy for a while since your smaller hands needed extra time to handle her curls.
Tyreese’s girlfriend Karen referring to the two of you as ‘Big and small’
You telling them about Lizzie and how she thinks the walkers are people, so they ban you from playing with her.
You getting stuck with Tyreese and Carol after the prison falls and keeping a distance between yourself and Lizzie, becoming very protective of Judith whenever Tyreese isn’t around.
When Lizzie kills Mika, you throw yourself infront of Judith and yell at her to stay away, this prompts Carol and Tyreese to run to you. Tyreese takes you and Judith inside while Carol handles Lizzie. Tyreese consoles you while you cry, telling him how worried you were she was going to do something to Judith
At terminus when you, Judith, and Tyreese are left in the cabin with Martin. You stab Martin in the neck when he lunges for Judith. When Tyreese asks where you got the knife, you admit to taking it off of Lizzie’s corpse so you could better protect him and Judith.
Chambler Family (Tara, David, Lily, Meghann)
You were 7 and the Chambler’s were your neighbours. You went to school with Meghan so your families came together when the end came. One day your mom went out to gather supplies and never came back.
You and Meghan kept each other busy, playing games with each other, though you were louder than Meghan which made Tara give out to you a lot.
You and Meghan take turns playing backgammon with her grandfather. Later you take turns playing chess with ‘Brian’, and he teaches you two how to play against each other but you both prefer to play against him.
Lily trying her best to be a good mother figure for you, trying to keep some semblance of normalcy for you and Meghan.
When Philip takes you all to the camp you’re initially more recluse, being in another strange new situation. You find yourself clinging to Tara and her new girlfriend during this time, following them around the camp.
Tara calling you “Bubbles” cause you seem to pop up around her out of nowhere.
You being there when Meghan got attacked and running to get Lily. You silently follow her to the battlefield at the prison and watch as ‘Brian’ shoots her. You crawled into the back of one of the cars to try and escape the onslaught of bullets.
Later you see Tara leaving the prison with an asian man and run after her. She’s shocked to see you there but picks you up and takes her with you, which the man readily agrees to.
Glen pitches that they should teach you how to fire a gun so that you can defend yourself. You get plenty of opportunity on the road and by the time you find Glen’s wife your a crack shot, much to the horror of the other survivors.
You sleeping in Tara’s lap every night because she’s the only family you have left.
The Governor
You were 13 when you met him. You had been on the road on your own since your mom turned. Your aunt had refused to put her sister down and ended up being attacked. You didn’t have it in you to put them down so you left them locked in the shop.
He had been with a group and when he found out you were on your own he offered to take you back to his town. You said you’d go if he put down your mom and aunt. “I’m not strong enough to do it and they don’t deserve to be left like that.”
They agreed and you led them to the store. There they put the two woman down and took the supplies. He didn’t realise how young you actually were until you got upset at the sight of your mother but he already promised to take you back and there was lots of supplies at the shop.
You becoming a Mini Governor to the kids of Woodbury and rallying the ones old enough to join the army. “The governor works hard to keep you safe, it’s about time you helped!”
You being privy to all of the governor’s shady dealings.
You being introduced to Penny. Him referring to her as “Your little sister.” You being initially shocked but later being okay with it. You finding pretty hair pins and taking toys back to the governor for “When Penny gets better.”
You being able to boss around The Governor’s men as much as you want.
Andrea often being asked to keep an eye on you, but you actually being the one to keep an eye on her.
You and The Governor being left for dead then going back to Woodbury, buring it down in temper. You both survive together alone for months until he sees Meghan Chamber. Him telling you to stay put while he checks it out and to leave if he doesn’t come back.
He never comes back and you’re left alone again.
Father Gabriel
You were 14 when you went to the church. Your foster home had been over run and you were in desperate need for some spiritual help. You arrived just as he had returned from one of his walks. He said you could stay as all of god’s children deserved shelter.
You being too afraid to open the doors to let others in incase Gabriel says you can’t remain, so you sit in the back office with your hands over your ears. Every morning you go and pray for forgiveness
You being the one to run into town for supplies because you want to protect Gabriel and keep him alive.
Being apprehensive when the survivors arrive, only lowering your guard a little when Gabriel explains how he saved him.
You reading the bible and learning to quote the scripture, mainly out of boredom then anything else. You and Gabriel getting into discussions on what each passage actually means.
You learning about Gabriel sneaking out of the church but not telling the other survivors. “If we need to get away from them it’ll be good to have,” you admitted.
You and Gabriel often talking about what the lord thinks of your actions, ultimately not being able to comfort each other much.
You often defend Gabriel infront of the other survivors, not letting them get away with speaking any kind of ill towards him.
You only really disagree with Gabriel when he sells out the group to Deanna. This leads to you two having a big argument, him defending that Rick’s group are murderers and you defending that they have kept you safe. You ultimately lose your loyalty to him and stick with Rick’s group for a while.
When a herd surrounds Alexandria you reunite with Gabriel. You both beg the other for forgiveness. “You were a father to me when you didn’t need to be and I-” you began, your voice breaking. Gabriel held you close. “What matters is that we are together now, my child.”
Gabriel asking for your help to assist Rick in clearing out the walkers and you jumping to his side. The two of you drawing strength from each other.
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
i wake up every morning in rage because of what they did to him
Just finished the ending of season 8 of the walking dead..
I’m balling my eyes out. 😭
We love u Carl
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.
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.
my bday is coming and I need a fic about characters like Carl and Daryl and whoever else see you high and live vibing ya know !
Bett happy birthday boo!! I got youuu
Carl x high! reader Daryl x high! reader
Carl:
If people think Carl was the sober dude yall wrong
That motherfucker was the teenager who gets high behind his dad's back
Even as an adult he's stoned during shit thinking he's slick
He's not his dad was a cop but now that Carl's older he can't really say anything tbh
With you he is the dude you pass the bong to last cause he HUFFS that shit hard as fuck
Bro takes half the bowl in a hit ( this is targeted to a friend of mine. You know who you are)
But he's fun to smoke with he gets insulting but he gets so creative with it that it's just funny instead of insulting
One time Eugene walked in to yall playing uno and stared trying to tell yall how to play and out of nowhere he says to him " you look like if humans evolved from puffefish then had sex with a lizard."
Did it make sense. No no it did not. Was it funny absolutely
Other than that he's just chill he would honestly be the type to get tired and wanna nap with you
Or if you can find some old rachet DVD player that hasn't been destroyed yet yall watch a movie.
Daryl
He honestly is the exact opposite he gets high he wants to work on something like his motorcycle or a car or anything he can get his hands on really
He just wants to work and be on the move constantly
He's the Hugh one that constantly wants to take you on adventures to random places
If McDonald's was still a thing in the apocalypse he would fuck that shit up
He's also the most big backed motherfucker when he's high and if you have a plate no you don't cause he took tha shit
He spaces out most of the time though so he's not really to interesting high. Honestly it's hard to tell if he is
He crashes hard though after takes a fatass nap then wakes up feelin dizzy and shit yall know that weed hangover
Other than that just don't give him alcohol if he's drunk cause him and a crossfire are not a good match
Someone will get hurt 🤣
Sorry this is short I'm tired and lazy/ dead asf but I hope you still enjoy this for your birthday!! Have a good day/night my goblin friend 🖤🖤
First meeting of Negan and Whisperer!Carl
It was the feeling.
Danger, fear, look in the back from the shadows.
Negan stopped for a second and took a breath. He was so tired but has no right to run away. Lucille in his arms trembled a little. Sweat mixed with the rotten blood of corpses.
That was some kind of a trap, but Negan wasn't sure and the only one thing he took care of was trying to survive and killing some meat puppets. He left his "home" too far and behind this gully he found an untouched building in which it was possible to find supplies. Well, it was a nice try, but all what Negan found was meat puppets and it made him fuckin' angry.
It was something that doesn't hide, but Negan can't see anything around him except meat puppets.
It was something he don't understand.
It was something alive and it scared him so much.
The last thing Negan saw was the bared face of the puppet, and last things he felt were a fetid breath and someone's hands on his shoulders.
***
Dry heat warmed his face. Negan opened his eyes. He felt himself a little bit dizzy and he felt pain in the back of the head. He was lying on the ground, covered by his own jacket. Bonfire quietly crackled, illuminating a small circle of earth from the darkness, two old backpacks, in one of which Negan recognized his own, and a fallen tree.
At first, it seemed to Negan that he was alone here, but then he saw someone else through the yellow-red flames. Negan tensed, nervously trying to find any weapon. Only his baby girl Lucille. The stranger didn't notice his actions. Long tangled hair, forehead wrinkled and ulcered; the dried skin hung from the cheeks with pieces. A meat puppet? No. Negan was surprised to understand that he was mistaken. None of the meat puppets will sit quietly and sit at all, staring at the fire, which most likely made by self. This one was dressed in a huge checked shirt and was sharpening machete.
It was a human who wears meat puppet's skin!
"Who are you?" coughed Negan and tried to sit up.
Man stared at him. Light blue eyes belonged to a living person, not a corpse.
"Who the fuck are you?!" growled Negan. "Answer me you bastard!"
Stranger ignored him.
"Take it off. Take it off and talk to me!" growled Negan again.
His rude order worked. Man put down machete and raised his hand to his face, pulling off the skin. Negan gasped. It was a boy maybe sixteen years old with long brown hair, pale skin and big blue eyes.
"We live without names. They aren't necessary anymore. If you have interest, I'm Omega and nothing more," whispered he. His voice was so quiet that Negan needed to concentrate to hear his words.
"You are just a little kid."
The boy shrugged. The shirt too big for him created the illusion that he was very small and fragile. But Negan knew it was a lie. Calm and emotionless expression, hard and ice-cold look, skillful movements of hands working with a knife. The same danger that Negan felt earlier.
"Yes I am. So what?" raised his eyebrows Omega.
"What the fucking fuck is going on, lil kid? Boy like you must hide behind his daddy's back not act yourself like crazy bastard."
"Walkers are in herd. I'm part of them."
"Nah shit," grimaced Negan. "Why are you wearing that? Is it perversion or your personal kink? I don't know but this shit is sick shit."
"Dead blood can dry. Dead skin and dead hair smell always," whispered Omega. "I'm part of the smell. I'm part of them. I feel myself safe acting like that. Walkers are my guard."
"It's disgusting actually," Negan winced, but can't notice that something in this kid looked familiar. Omega casually put his hand on the machete handle. "Wait. I know the man who calls them walkers."
"So I don't. Please I have water and food for you."
Well, Negan really felt hungry, only because his own supplies had ended yesterday. Man reached out his hand to a pack of jerky meat and a plastic bottle that looked like a treasure for him right now. He froze.
"I don't trust you. How do I know that you will not kill me and don't cut me for another one of these pretty suits?"
"I don't trust you too. The smell of your skin will not work. It is too alive. Go away from my way. You don't understand."
Obviously Omega didn't have the habit of speaking louder than a whisper.
"Go away from your way?" teased Negan. "I'm here because of you. So let's explain."
Kid ignored his words. It was silent between them for couple minutes, and Negan gave himself the opportunity to view him better. He couldn't be sure that Omega was as young as he was made by the warm reddish light of the bonfire. But he saw Omega's plump lips, shadows of his eyelashes on high cheekbones and dark curls. Omega was… intriguing.
"With the sun dawn you must leave. There is no place for you among us."
Omega looked him straight in the eyes, and Negan felt some kind of timidity. It was bad, so his natural reaction was anger.
"Us? Are you not alone with that shit? I mean people not meat puppets?"
"Give me a favor, forget about this meeting and never look for us."
"What? Are you fucking kidding me? I don't know who are you Omega and I don't owe you."
"I saved your life. They could poison your blood. I didn't allow them. You seem like a good person."
"Am I a good person? God you are so wrong kiddo."
Negan looked at him surprisingly. Omega wasn't kidding. He was as honest as Negan could understand.
"You are good person for me, because I don't see evil in your actions."
"Argh, that's all my rules. Wait… Don't tell me you spied on me!"
"A few months ago you and your people were in our territory, killed our man. This should not be allowed. I must learn about you because you are leading them. But I warned you."
Negan laughed. Looks like Omega wasn't that person who couldn't surprise. Unpleasantly surprise. None of the Savior never noticed persecution.
"Fuck okay. But I need favor too."
"What kind of?"
"Tell me your name. I mean your real name and I tell you mine.
"Why? It isn't game."
"Seriously?" rolled his eyes Negan. "I know that kid or Omega. Whatever."
"It's important. I haven't name anymore but if you want it... I don't use it for years... Name's Carl Grimes."
"Holy shit! Son of that bloody bastard Rick Grimes?! Oh my fuckin' God that's insane! He told me you are dead!"
"Be quiet. Carl Grimes is dead. Omega is not."
"Don't you dare. That man is obsessed with you and your destiny. Four years and he remembers every moment of that day."
"His memories are false. I can escape because of dead blood, I can find my new people because of dead bodies. Now Carl is gone because it is payment for Omega's life. I don't have any regrets. You can tell him or you not. I don't care."
Negan clapped his hands and stood up.
"Alright Omega. I'm Negan. Can we meet each other once again?"
"Why?"
"You look like a interesting person."
"We can't but my way and your… They can cross. And Negan… You must act quickly because for this moment I'm not part of the herd. Walkers can smell us. You need to go now. Your car is on the road two miles north."
"My car?" raised his eyebrows Negan and patted his pockets for keys. "I don't have any cars."
"Well, my car for you as my food and my water for you."
"Jesus it's weird. I'm stranger for you why are you so nice to me?
"What?"
"Uhm I think you must be pissed off. I'm the reason of Rick's problem. I mean it was so many bad things between us. Violence, death, betrayal. You know about that?
"I know and I repeat I don't care. It's only your and Rick's business."
Well, it was very strange and felt differently than Negan must feel this thin and pale boy. The End of the World have changed people, Negan changed himself and forced everyone around him too, but how could Carl Grimes destroy his personality and become Omega, whose only difference from a corpse was a living brain? Fuckin' weirdo.
"Was it some kind of brainwash? Omega you are living person not some kind of the rotten piece of meat."
"If you say so."
"Fuck alright!"
Omega looked at him intently, as if he will judge him. Negan didn't like it. Usually he was the person who evaluate people.
"Good luck or I need to say "Don't be killed?"
"Good luck is enough, I guess. And kid… I keep it secret."
Negan wanted to reach hand out to ruffle Omega's hair but warning glance stopped him. He smirked.
"Okay sweetie. Don't frow, it doesn't fit you."
It was his last words. Then he left. When he turned for the last time, he didn't even see the smoke from the bonfire. Negan shivered. He wasn't even sure that Omega was real.
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