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Season 6 rick after carl is shot moment is so underrated. Rick going out and killing zombies was a literal suicide mission and just furthering my delusion that Rick can’t physically live without Carl.

The delusion and state Rick was in, he didn’t even know people would come out and help he just assumed he’d die hand swinging an axe to zombies skulls at the same time Carl was dying inside all on his own. He knew he’d be as good as dead when Denise would tell him Carl was brain dead/not coming back to him… if none of the alexandrians had helped he would’ve gone out a bloody mess all for his baby.

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so so weird about how he stares at carl why does he look like he wants to push him against the wall and have his way with him there

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the fact that canonically Rick still gets a knot in his throat when he thinks about carl fuels me…

There really is no greater love than what he had for Carl… no one will measure up to how he felt/feels about him dead or alive

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thinking… carl had resigned himself to knowing that his father was dead and gone long before the apocalypse began… sure he still had that shred of hope but as soon as Shane said he was dead and tried to get them out of the city, that piece of him that thought rick was probably alive died with the distance they put between each other.

To see Rick on that hill, between the trees he’d hidden behind to cry about his father being dead and gone, gazing up at him on that dirt road, sun shining down on him like he was unreal, an angel, was the only thing Carl needed… the only thing he needed to know that his love for his father, that had twisted itself into a gnawing feeling, carving out a piece of his chest and digging itself in there… it was all he needed to know that it would all be okay, that how he felt, how he wanted him, how Carl had begun to look at him and how his body craved him was real and true and okay with whatever god or higher being existed, if it still existed.

God, that carl had prayed to months before to get rid of the feeling. God, that Carl had screamed and cried at when he recieved the news of his father being shot and bed ridden in a comatose state because he didn’t mean to fix the problem and the feelings “like that.”

God was okay with him loving his father right? or he wouldn’t have returned him to him, an act of faith is what it was.

A run, Glenn had told Carl, simple and easy and they’d be back before the sun went down and they had with one extra passenger, his dad.

It was no coincidence it was like the stars aligning for him and his father to meet on that hill, aligning for him to run before his brain registered it all, messily jumping into Rick’s arms, nose buried in his neck, his scent - aftershave and irish spring shampoo still there - just like he remembered, just like home… he’d found a piece of home.

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lingering touches even when he’s dead and gone

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first and last time

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“When they were still on the road, Carl knew Rick was looking for a fresh start, as much as he was trying to distance them from the ruins that were left of their lives.

Being with Rick this way felt like starting over too, of who they were for each other, of who they were together.” – The Light We Cast

Artwork -> Credits and thanks to the remarkable artist who wished to remain anonymous. 

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Офигенные арты, найденные на просторах интернета. Черт, ну почему я не умею рисовать?

Arts are not mine. Taken from http://chibikko1000.deviantart.com

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Fragmented grimecest smut! Nothing explicit planned for “Every Day” for a bit, and the tension got to me. Nothing special, just trying my hand at it I s’pose.

         When Carl rides Rick, back braced against his father’s strong chest, it’s one of the few times he lets himself feel utterly safe. Thick biceps on either side of his shoulders cage him in while large, calloused hands splay his legs wide open. It never fails to send a thrill through him when he thinks of the way those fingers nearly meet, encircling his thighs.

        Each heavy thrust from below rocks through his body, forcing him to fall into rhythm with his father’s cock inside him. He can feel it, can always feel how he’s stretched, how it pulses with the older man’s heart beat. He can feel, intrinsically, how the organ now battering his prostate, now forcing breath from his lungs, is responsible for his very existence and it’s that thought that sends him over the edge.

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rick gently nuzzling his scruff over carls skin to tickle and comfort him _(:3 」∠)_

rick always putting carls needs before his own (´-ε-｀;)

rick coddling him when hes sick and sad ヽ(ﾟ､｡)ﾉ

rick brushing the hair out of carls eyes when they talk (*´∀｀*)

rick pressing his lips to carls temple to wake him every morning (つω-｀)

rick never letting carl forget he loves him ｡ﾟ(｡ﾉω＼｡)ﾟ｡

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YOU GUYS I got four new followers today. Maybe that’s not even a lot by tumblr standards but this is the first time I’ve ever used this place and a person’s a person so anyone that takes the time to read my poorly translated thought-to-written words over the internet kind of means the world to me.

I’ve had this thing less than a month and omg you folks are generally just swell people. Thank you so much for taking a second out of playing on this giant encyclopedia to (most likely) check out the smut and feelings that I write about, particularly about my current OTP. I’m really honoured to have stumbled upon you all at the same time, and I’m always looking for more friends to gush about Grimecest with~ <3 Feel free to ask for my skype!

As an offering that really doesn’t compare to what you guys do for me, here’s a list of prompts I’m currently working on/will begin suuuper soon to tide you over (or might just tease you, I’m so sorry :C ) These are in no particular order!

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Hello! First off, love all of your fics. Your love of the characters really shine through when reading. I'm wondering how you would interpret others reactions to Carl and Rick's love. Even if the main group eventually got used to their love I wonder how you think it would change in the presence of others. Would Carl get self-conscious and worry if his Daddy would leave him? Would Daryl and Michonne make threatening gestures to anyone who made fun of their adopted family? What do you think?

Oh woah. See, cuz that’s been the thing hasn’t it? Pretty sure every fic I’ve written for these guys has been in the context of them being totally separated, even from Judith. (cuz smut with babies around squicks me idk I’ve retained some shame yet) Straight up though, I hadn’t given this much thought. And since I’m an incredibly left-brained kinda gal, we’re gonna list-format this shit. For the sake of keeping it relatively succinct (only not at all cuz I’m procrastinating and this is gon’ get long) I’m just gonna include the most recent characters, no Lori or Shane or Dale cuz it’s pretty obv what they’re reactions would be. So in order from the imdb page so I don’t miss nobody~

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                                          Like Father Like Son:

Fathers and sons resemble each other, and sons tend to do what their fathers did before them. 

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