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especially after a long day with little to no supplies being scavenged. he's just so frustrated, his eyebrows creased in annoyance when he finds you and drags you somewhere private. he starts sweet and loving, just like always, trying not to get you caught up in the foreground of his mind. but he just can't help himself with the way you look under him and he knows you just have the perfect remedy for him.
₊˚⊹ᰔ deep forest, the damp, earthy scent of soil wrapped around everything. soft mist curled beneath your feet. nearby, warm breaths lingered, carrying traces of tobacco and whiskey ₊˚⊹ᰔ
tiny whimpers fill the air, heavy breaths mixing with fervent touches. hands running down your body, fingernails catching on your lover's skin. gentle thrusts and tacky skin sticking to each other like a lifeline. your eyes hold contact for just a second too long, seeing the contortion of pleasure on the face across from you.
crickets chirp outside the window, adding an anchor to the moment. a reminder that this was real, this was happening in a world that was moving despite the moment feeling frozen between writhing bodies. so dangerously uninhibited, so caught up in making love that no one else mattered.
"fuck me, please, just like that. you're so good, baby" the words dance in the air, so graphic and lewd.
carl grimes. enid rhee. daryl dixon. rick grimes. glenn rhee. michonne.
mike wheeler. steve harrington. will byers. eddie munson.
the rough creaking of the old bed frame, skin slapping like a melody. tightened grip holding you in place, clutching at pillows like a saving grace. erotic moans that filled any passerby's ears, so distant yet so close. stars fill your vision, pushing yourself as close as you can get to your lover. craving their touch, craving the pleasure of being used.
your mind can't focus on anything besides this, besides the feeling of being stuffed full over and over again. harsh red hand prints feverishly littering your body, a growl in your ear. nothing else mattered, not when you were getting fucked like a slut, not when you were teetering over the edge.
"yeah, y'take it so well. lettin' me mark you up all nice, honey." the tension tightens up, the craving of pleasure becoming so much more desirable.
ron anderson. merle dixon. shane walsh. negan smith. abraham ford.
max mayfield. hopper. billy hargrove.
Hi I’m really new to using tumbler and I have a question how do you use your links? Like I’m really confused on how to work em and how can I see your posts on x/twitter I believe
hi! idk if you’re using the app or the website but either way it’s pretty much the same
basically on a tumblr post you can tell if something’s a link by it being underlined so on my plink posts anything that’s underlined you can click on and it will take you to the site
example if you click that it should take you to a spotify page (i didn’t know what else to put LMAO)
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hi could you maybe get some more links for daryl… or negan.. or rick… or glenn… idk im hungry
dirty mind! ; twd p links
summary ; twt porn links for twd men. daryl dixon, negan smith, rick grimes, and glenn rhee. a twt account is required to view most, if not all, links.
warnings ; u know what ur getting yourself into
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ DARYL
getting a lil carried away and taking charge over switch!daryl
letting u use his cock for your oral fixation
slow and teasing
daryl always puts ur needs first, he always wants to make u squirt
𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶ♱ NEGAN
negan loves a little chase
it's too nice out to be inside all day, besides negan owns the sanctuary he can do whatever he wants
the only way he's letting you get off is with his boot :(
negan loves taking u for drives, esp when they end with you cumming on his dick
a/n: ok first of all I'm still rlly tired from my road trip so sorry if it's a bit ass but here's a little thing for u guys!!
summary: after coming in and out of the woods almost every day from his special spot, carl thinks he now knows the area by heart, so he suggests following a longer path while checking out some traps. Sure enough, it seems like he hasn't yet learned the whole thing and gets you and him lost.
cw: not much just season 6-7 carl and lots of cringe written on 4 hours of sleep 🤎
The woods had a way of making everything sound farther away than it really was.
Branches swayed high overhead, their leaves whispering to one another whenever the afternoon breeze found its way through the canopy, and somewhere off in the distance a woodpecker tapped methodically against a tree trunk. The sounds of Alexandria—the occasional voices, the clang of someone repairing part of the wall—had long since disappeared behind the endless stretch of oaks and pines. At first neither of you had thought much of it. Carl had suggested taking a longer route while checking a few hunting traps Aaron had pointed out on an old map, insisting that it would only take another hour before circling back toward the Safe-Zone. It had seemed simple enough then. Walk out. Check the traps. Maybe bring back a rabbit if you were lucky. Be home before dinner.
Now, judging by the way Carl had stopped for what felt like the fourth time in ten minutes, it was becoming increasingly obvious that neither of you knew where that route had gone.
He unfolded the worn paper map again, staring at it with the same focused expression he’d worn since the prison days whenever he was trying to solve a problem without asking anyone else for help. His brows drew together beneath the strands of brown hair that had begun falling into his face again, and his thumb tapped once against the edge of the map before he quietly folded it back up.
“…It’s around here.”
You looked around at the sea of identical trees. “That narrows it down.”
Carl let out a snarky hum, almost too quiet to count as one.
“I mean it.”
“I know.”
“…”
“…I think.”
“You think?”
“I said I think.” He turned around to face you, a frustrated frown on his face.
His answer was so matter-of-fact that you couldn’t help smiling despite yourself.
For someone who’d survived more than most adults ever could, Carl Grimes had a remarkable talent for sounding completely confident while admitting he had absolutely no idea what was happening.
Neither of you moved for another moment.
A squirrel darted across a fallen log.
Carl slowly turned in a circle, scanning the woods with practiced caution rather than panic. It was something you’d noticed about him over the months. Rick reacted to danger immediately. Daryl trusted instinct. Carol became unreadable.
Carl observed.
Even now, when it would’ve been easy to let frustration show, he simply studied everything around him with quiet patience, as though the forest might eventually decide to give him the answer if he looked long enough.
“I don’t think we’re lost,” he finally said.
“Oh?”
“I think…” He hesitated. “…we’re just somewhere I didn’t expect.”
You stared at him.
“…Carl.”
“What?”
“That is literally the definition of being lost.”
A roll of his eyes escaped him before he shook his head, slipping the map into his backpack.
“Don’t tell my dad.” He muttered, his voice lowering down just slightly.
“I absolutely will.” You grinned carelessly.
“You wouldn’t.”
“I’ll tell Judith too.”
He groaned dramatically—an unusually playful sound from someone who normally kept most of his emotions tucked away—and began walking again, motioning for you to follow.
“You're so irritating sometimes.”
“I’m just saying.”
“If Judith hears I got us lost, she’ll never let me hear the end of it.”
“You say that like she’s already old enough to make fun of you.”
“She will be.”
“…Fair.”
The conversation drifted away as naturally as it had begun.
Neither of you spoke much after that.
Not because there wasn’t anything to say, but because silence had never been uncomfortable between the two of you. The woods filled the empty spaces instead. Boots crunched over dry leaves. Twigs snapped beneath careful footsteps. Every now and then Carl instinctively lifted an arm slightly to stop you before stepping over patches of loose ground or ducking beneath low branches, always doing it without thinking, like protecting the people beside him had become as automatic as breathing.
You noticed it every time.
You weren’t sure he ever did.
About another hour passed before the realization quietly settled over both of you.
The sun had shifted farther west.
The trail you’d been hoping to reconnect with still hadn’t appeared.
And every landmark looked frustratingly familiar despite somehow being completely different.
Carl exhaled through his nose. “…Okay.”
That single word told you everything. Now he thought you were lost too.
“So…” you began carefully.
“So.”
“Plan?”
“We don’t panic.”
“I wasn’t panicking.”
“I know.”
“Were you?”
“No.”
“You looked like you were.”
“I was thinking.”
“You had the panic face.”
“I don’t have a panic face.”
“You do.”
He looked genuinely offended. “I do not.”
“You squint.”
“I always squint.”
“You squint harder.”
"Whatever..."
For a little while after that, things didn’t seem nearly as stressful.
Maybe because laughing reminded you that getting lost together wasn’t the worst thing in the world.
Not while you still had each other.
Not while the woods remained quiet.
Not while the sky overhead was painted in soft shades of gold filtering through the leaves.
Eventually you found a shallow creek winding through the forest, its water clear enough to reveal smooth stones beneath the surface. You sat nearby on a fallen log, stretching tired legs.
“I think the forest’s making fun of us,” you said.
“How?” He looked up.
“Every direction looks exactly the same.”
“…Yeah.”
“It’s rude.”
“It is.”
“There should at least be signs.”
He nodded thoughtfully. “‘You are here.’” He quoted.
“Exactly. And also ’Carl, stop pretending you know where you’re going.’”
“I would’ve ignored that sign.”
“I know.”
He gave you a faint smile. This one lingered longer. The kind that reached his visible eye.
“This would’ve been fun,” you murmured after a while.
Carl looked over.
“…Without getting lost.”
He nodded.
“Yeah.”
Another comfortable silence settled between you.
Then, unexpectedly—
“My mom used to make us hike.”
Your eyes shifted toward him.
Carl rarely brought up the past on his own.
“Really?”
“Every summer.”
“Were you any good at it?”
“No.”
You laughed quietly.
“I complained the whole time.” He continued, staring at the leaves on the ground as he stepped over them.
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true.”
“What did you complain about?”
He shrugged. “Everything. The bugs. The heat. The walking.”
His gaze wandered toward the fire.
“I think she’d laugh if she saw me now.”
The sentence wasn’t bitter. It wasn’t even particularly sad, just thoughtful. Like someone remembering another lifetime.
“I think she’d be proud.”
Carl didn’t answer immediately. Instead he poked gently at one of the fallen leaves with a stick you'd just realized he was holding in his hand, watching it crumble and break into small pieces.
“…Maybe.”
You lowered your head as well, suddenly deciding to follow Carl using your ears. After another minute you heard movement beside you. He'd started walking next to you, the stick digging into the dirt like a walking cane with every step.
There was simply something reassuring about having another person nearby when the world outside the circle of light felt so endlessly dark.
“You know,” you said eventually.
“Hm?”
“If we make it back…”
“When we make it back.” He corrected. There was no way they'd get lost in the woods and that would be the end of their lives. Not after everything they'd been through. That would be just pathetic.
You smiled. “When we make it back… I don’t think I’m ever volunteering for another shortcut.”
He considered that.
“…Give it two weeks.”
“You think?”
“I think you’ll forget.”
“I totally won’t.”
“You will, trust me.” His tone had turned a little playful, a small smile almost audible in his voice.
“You have a lot of confidence for someone who got us lost.”
“I told you," He looked over with that unmistakably stubborn expression. "We were unexpectedly relocated.”
Sometimes his insistence to keep his ego intact made you let out a quiet cackle. Just like this time, except it wasn't as quiet as usual.
Carl rolled his eye, though the corners of his mouth betrayed him completely. “You keep laughing.”
“I will.”
“I’ll remember this.”
“For what?”
“The next time you ask me for directions.”
“Oh, give it two weeks.”
“Don't copy me.”
The laughter faded slowly, replaced once more by peaceful quiet.
Somewhere nearby a bird called into the darkness.
Sleep eventually began tugging at the edges of your thoughts, though neither of you admitted it aloud.
You must've thought about resting and shutting off your brain for a while, because Carl caught you off-guard by stopping in his tracks, his body standing still in place.
His attention remained fixed on the woods beyond the unrecognizable path. Ever alert. Always listening.
“…We should sleep,” you mumbled quietly.
He shook his head.
“I’ll stay up a little longer.” He muttered.
“You’ve been awake all day.”
“I’m okay.”
You almost pointed out that he always said that. Instead you simply nodded. “…Let's find a place where we can rest.”
After around ten minutes of wandering around, you found a place clear enough of trees to sit down and settle for the night. It had been a while since you'd had to take turns for night watch, but you certainly did not get out of the habit.
Sighing, you took off your sweater, laying it down on the ground and folding it like a pillow to put your head on. "Wake me up when it's my turn," You spoke, already beginning to lie down on the grass.
“I will.”
He probably wouldn’t. But saying it was enough.
You settled back again, listening to the rhythmic chorus of insects and distant rustling leaves.
Just before sleep claimed you completely, you heard Carl’s quiet voice.
“…We’ll find our way back tomorrow.”
There wasn’t even the slightest uncertainty in it anymore.
Morning arrived wrapped in pale sunlight filtering through dew-covered leaves. Birdsong replaced the sounds of the night. The forest suddenly felt less intimidating than it had a few hours before.
After packing everything up, Carl climbed onto a large moss-covered rock nearby, shielding his eye from the morning sun as he scanned the landscape.
His head turned once.
Then again.
“…There.”
You followed his gaze.
Far off between the trees sat the faint outline of an old service trail. It was almost invisible unless someone knew exactly what to look for.
A grin spread across his face.
“Told you.”
“You told me what?”
“We’d find it.”
“You also told me we weren’t lost.”
“…Different conversation.”
You chuckled, shaking your head as the two of you started walking toward the trail.
Within another hour, the familiar walls of Alexandria finally came into view. The relief that settled over both of you wasn’t dramatic.
As the gates opened and familiar faces came into view, you caught Carl looking back toward the woods one last time.
“What?”
He shrugged.
“…Kinda liked it.”
“The getting lost part?”
“No.”
“The almost dying part?”
“I'm used to that.”
“The sleeping on the ground?”
“That too.”
You smiled, though still a tad confused. “So what?”
He looked ahead again, hands tucked into the straps of his backpack.
After a moment, he answered with the kind of honesty that only seemed to appear when he wasn’t looking directly at you. “…Just having someone there, instead of being alone.”
It was such a simple sentence. Just the quiet truth that, somewhere between wrong turns, bad directions, old memories, and an unexpected night beneath the stars, the forest hadn’t felt nearly as lonely as it could have. And despite everything the world had become, that felt like finding the right path after all.
would you guys read a carl grimes fic based off run by taylor swift 🤔
🤔🤔
yes and apocalypse au
yes and non apocalypse au
no i would never read that why would you even ask me that 😡
Voting ended onJul 27
vague summaries ;
regular apocalypse au , more true to the actual song maybe like sneaking out of alexandria and happy stuff in the forest i was thinking something with starcrossed lovers but idk how that would fit and im not doing negan’s!daughter reader cause im sorry but i hate that trope
non apocalypse au , i’m thinking like outlaw!carl and def forbidden love yk and reader loves him obvi but can’t keep being on the run with him so she runs from him idfk
summaries might change as i write but that’s just a general idea but i have a few reqs to do before even starting that but idk i feel like the song fits carl a lot
[ WARNINGS:: angst (? maybe) And that's all, I think. ] (I was inspired by the song "We Never Dated" by Sombr) I saw this post, and maybe I got some inspiration from it, more or less.
You believed you had something with Carl Grimes. You really believed it.It was never something you named, it never was. There were no stolen kisses in daylight, no whispered promises between night patrols, no “us” spoken out loud. It existed in the long glances during group dinners, in the moments he sat beside you on the porch of the Grimes house, your shoulders brushing while the silence of the night was broken only by the wind and the distant groans of walkers. It was the way he handed you a cleaned gun without a word, or how you mended his jacket with careful stitches, your fingers trembling slightly as they touched the fabric that still carried his scent.
Carl was like that. Clever enough to make you feel seen, but always one step behind the line that would separate “something” from “nothing.” He delivered the right words at the right time, a dry comment that made you laugh when the world seemed to be collapsing, a look that said “I see you” when no one else was paying attention. You romanticized him without meaning to. He was the boy who lost his innocence too soon, the young man carrying the weight of Alexandria on his narrow shoulders, Rick’s son trying to be strong enough not to need anyone. And yet, for a few stolen moments, he seemed to need you.
You never dated, but you thought about him every single day.
You remembered the nights he showed up at your door after a bad patrol, his father’s hat pulled low over his eyes, his voice hoarse as he shared pieces of stories no one else heard. You talked about the before, what you wanted to be, the books you’d never finish reading, the dreams the apocalypse had devoured. His fingers would brush yours when passing a weak cup of tea. Sometimes he stayed until dawn, just sitting there, as if your presence was the only safe place left. You danced along the line with him: light flirting, teasing, testing the boundaries of right and wrong in a world where everything could end in a second.
“You’re too good for this,” he murmured once, late at night, when you insisted on joining him on a risky run. His eyes, that tired blue, blue like the ocean, which you loved so much, even though you shouldn't have, held yours for a moment too long. You smiled, gave a light answer, but inside you felt the squeeze. He never asked you to stay. He never said he truly wanted you around. Carl Grimes was too good to trap anyone, and you were too stubborn to demand more.
Then came the day everything broke.It was during a storm of walkers drawn by a distant noise. The group split up. You saw him fighting meters away, his knife cutting through the air with brutal precision, his body moving with the economical grace he had learned the hard way. For a second, your eyes met through the chaos. You thought: “now. Now he’ll admit it.” But a walker knocked him down. You ran, shot, saved him by a hair. Afterward, when the danger had passed and the blood dried on your clothes, he only thanked you with a nod. “You shouldn’t have come.” That was it. No outstretched hand. No embrace that lasted. No confession.
You never dated, and yet your chest ached as if you had lost something monumental.
Now, months later, you walk the streets of Alexandria and see him from afar: Carl helping Judith, talking quietly with Rick near the gate or just walking around Alexandria, you feel the same daily tightness, the longing for something that was never officially yours.
Sometimes he looks at you and there’s a flicker there, something unsaid, but he looks away too quickly. You can’t make him love you the way you wanted. You can’t force the label, the certainty, the future your stubborn mind created during sleepless nights.
“I can’t make you love me,” the phrase echoes in your head, but, God, how you wished he loved you. You wish him nothing but the best, truly. You hope he finds someone who can break through the walls he built around his heart which you were unable to. But it hurts. It hurts to know you were good enough to be seen, but never enough to be chosen.
You believed you had something with Carl, you really believed it.
And maybe, you did. It’s just that the world never gave you time to name it. And now all that remains is the memory, the sweet and cruel weight of an almost that never became whole.
You still think about him every day, but you were never more than a friend he trusted, your friendship, if it even was a friendship, never went anywhere.
I think it's awful, but I spent an hour writing this .
thinking about carl spooning you as the moon shines through the window, the breeze blowing the curtains. he's kissing your shoulder, so gentle and intimate for a world that was so harsh and vulgar. your eyes are shut, brain unwinding after the long, grueling day you had. it was always one hard day after another. which is why carl took his time to spoil you with his love when it was just you two alone.
his breath ghosted over the back of your neck with each breath, the hairs on the back of your neck tickling the sensitive skin. his arm draped around your waist, fingers softly brushing against your stomach. the bed creaks as carl shifts behind you. exhaustion had washed over the both of you hours ago, replacing the fearlessness everyone expected from survivors.
you inhaled deeply, simply basking in the presence of the boy you loved. your eyes remain closed, even as carl's hand dragged down from your stomach and past the waistband of your pants. just like clockwork, the same as every other night, his fingers brush against your damp core, ready to pull all the stress from your body.
"gonna make you feel good, kay?" he rasps in a deep, drowsy voice, acting as an unsaid promise.
there's no doubt in your mind that he'll hold true to his words. the tension in your body starts to seep out of your weary bones as his fingers circle your clit and his hips press against the swell of you ass. soft huffs and moans fill the sanctuary of the room. no walkers or anyone to bark orders at the two of you. just carl pleasing you so enticingly.
scrolling down your posts bc I was curious abt smth and most of your posts are in fact replies to my asks I NEED to shut up😖😖
WELL TO BE FAIR i literally just deleted most of my nonfic/asks posts like 10 minutes ago so like it just looks like a lot cause i deleted the filler posts 😓
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