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[kknighthood]

In The Dark Carl Grimes x Gn!Reader

This is the long overdue part two of Grounded. I've been so busy lately </3 Divider by @sister-lucifer

Being grounded wasn’t fun. It was so extremely boring, all the things Carl gave you were returned to his house by your dad.

Being grounded in Alexandria felt like being in a cage within a cage, and you were growing more than tired of your same four walls, your repetitive schoolwork, and the restrictions. Carl never forgot he was free, alive, and you admired it…

You admired all of him, from his hat to his boots. If you’d have gotten the chance, you'd have been more than happy to explore everything underneath.

“How far have you gotten with your work?” Your mom walks in, taking you by surprise; the woman never knocks.

“Yeah, most of it. Should be done in an hour,” you replied as you scanned the words of your heavily pre-loved maths textbook. You weren’t absorbing anything, just scanning the same sentence over and over, it was something about Pythagoras’ theorem.

The world's ending, the last thing you’re thinking about is the hypotenuse of a triangle, your mind is consumed by other things, other people

Your mom steps closer, looking over your shoulder as she strokes your hair. She gives an approving hum as she looks at your work. “I like it, they’ll need good kids like you when the world gets better. This is for your own good.”

She was complimenting a page of nonsense, but she didn’t need to know that. After half-heartedly checking your work, she walks to the door. There are a million other things she’d rather be doing.

“Come downstairs! It's time for a break, Enid is visiting,” she calls from the bottom of the stairs. You didn’t waste time leaving your cell of a bedroom to go meet her

Enid was sitting on your porch steps, drink in hand. It was a small token of appreciation from your mother. Enid was a close friend of yours. She seemed so quiet and cautious when you first met her. Over time, you grew close. There weren’t many teenagers here, and she was trustworthy.

“What are you doing here?” you asked as you sat beside her on the porch. You had a cold, makeshift lemonade in hand. You were a bit surprised, yet so grateful to see her, one more second in that house would have driven you insane.

“Just dropping off some basil for Maggie, I gave some to Rick too…” she replied before gulping her drink.

“How was he?”

“Rick or…” she let the question hang in the air, aware of the possible prying ears of your parents.

“Or… you know who,” You replied. She knew full well what you wanted to know. Who you wanted to see.

“He’s fine…ish” she replied as she took another large sip. He's as fine as you'd expect him to be.

The night your dad found you both, he exploded, walked you both to Rick's house and pretty much chewed him out for Carl being a ‘bad influence.’ The whole thing was- and still is- embarrassing. Carl wasn’t necessarily a bad influence; he just did his own thing. He could look after himself.

“I should apologize,” you said, looking at her. If anything, it was more of an excuse to see Carl; by the look on her face, she knew what you were thinking.

“If you can get past security,” she said, fighting a grin forming on her mouth as she sipped from her straw one last time before putting the empty glass down. She was referring to warden one and warden two, your parents. They haven’t let you out of sight.

“I need to head off, I get that it's quick.” She added, standing up from her seat. You nearly forgot she has school, and you needed to form a plan.

That short conversation with Enid was like a fuse; you had to see Carl. It's been days. Your plans are set into motion. Your parents made sure you were tucked under those covers and ‘asleep’ as soon as you heard that door click shut, you put your decoy pillow in your place and climbed out your window.

Your parents made a huge mistake putting your bedroom on the first floor.

Tap, tap…tap.

Carl heard pebbles being thrown at his window, he had hope in his heart on who it might be. After seeing you through the window, he instantly went downstairs to open the door for you.

“Surprise...” You muttered, embarrassment was still lingering off you after all the commotion that had occurred last time you were face-to-face.

“Aren’t you grounded?” Surprise was etched on his face. He was whispering, the lights weren’t on, everyone must be asleep. all but you two.

“Yeah, I got out” you said with a hint of pride. There's a first time for everything; sneaking out wasn’t something you did regularly, clearly. “I wanted to see you, Carl…”

He put his hand on your waist to bring you inside, closing the door before sitting you down in the darkness of the living room. Even in the darkness, you could feel the grin on his face; he didn’t think you’d go through all this effort to see him, seeing how your parents are and all.

“I'm not meant to be talking to you, Dad's orders.” He whispers, not wanting to alarm his family.

“And I’m not meant to be here, Dad's orders…”

You heard a small huff of amusement in the darkness, and the odd rays of moonlight shone through the curtains.

“I’m glad I’m here…I wanted to say sorry, I didn’t mean for what happened.”

“You’re sorry? I snuck in...” he replied. Your eyes were still getting used to the darkness, whereas his eyes were fixed on your outline. You could feel that too, his blue eyes looking for you in the dark. It made you feel warm, flustered maybe.

You sat in silence for a moment. After all that’s happened, you didn’t know what to say. You came all this way, all this effort. You didn’t know what you were expecting, and in all honesty, you really didn’t plan this far ahead. You sat there wracking your brain for ideas, till you spotted the vague outline of his hand. With much hesitation, you reached for it.

Carl barely even hesitated before holding yours in return. You scooted a bit closer. One thing led to another; there isn’t much distance between you. You're just sitting next to him, your head on his shoulder as you look out in the room in the darkness. Not many words have been said, you stayed up so late for this so-called mission, you're almost too tired, as is he. His presence is still pleasurable, even when it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

“Who knew your hair was so soft under that hat…” You kept your voice low, wanting to remain hidden from everyone but him.

“I had a shower earlier, you kind of take them for granted out there,” he replied. From what you knew of his time outside of Alexandria, he was out there a while. You arrived much sooner than he did, for that you were grateful.

“I can tell you don’t smell half as bad.” You could feel his hand on your waist. His other hand on your shoulder.

“I don’t smell,” he chuckles at your harmless teasing. Your hand went up to his chest. The only thing you could hear was the crickets and each other's slow, calm breaths.

You took your hands to his face; you were gentle. As you traced his lips with your fingers, Carl couldn't help but shiver at the sensation, his breaths were synced with yours. You could feel his breath on your fingers as you traced his lips; you felt his body inch closer. He didn’t need to say anything; you were both aware of the tension, you could feel him leaning closer then before. You took a chance; you knew where his lips were. All you needed was for your lips to find his. 

He gently wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. Your body was close to his, all there was in this moment was you and him. This kiss felt just as great as It did before, his hands too. Carl is becoming a need, you need him. You could feel that he missed you with how he poured his love into that kiss, with how his hands begin to wander, tracing your back, down your hips.

You pulled him closer by the back of his neck, as close as you could get him. You heard a soft groan from him as you pulled him closer.

"I need you" his whispered as he broke free for a moment, only to go back to feverishly kissing your lips.

"Your dad and Michonne are upstairs.." you broke free to remind him, you could barely breathe but you really wanted more. Unfortunately, you had to to catch your breath. His eyes were fixed on yours as you both gasped for air, you could see him clearer. The moonlight was now catching his face though the curtains, in this lighting he looked simply angelic you can't help but wonder what you looked like from his point of view.

He thought about what you said before shaking his head, he whipped his forehead before pulling you flush against him. "I know...I just don't care, not right now." His voice was deep with desire, he moved his head to your neck as he trailed kissed all over your soft skin. 

It was difficult to stop, especially seeing how fast things have heated up. 

"Just be quiet..." He quietly pleaded, not wanting to give up this opportunity.

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I haven't written anything in so long, nor have I proof read this...

@carlgrimesgfofficial @jovialcatduck @raz0rbl4d3lolipopz2000 took me ages, but part two is done! Thank you for your support, it means a lot.

[kknighthood]

I wanted 2 ask how ur doing! you havent posted in awhile lwkey miss ur posts

Hello! I hope you're well,

So sorry I've been inactive lately, I was juggling my exams. I am planning on writing again, just less frequently. I appreciate your support and I hope you're having an amazing day/night!

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Rest In Peace - Enid Rhee x Gn!reader

Hello!! I am back from my super long break, this is 1800 words long. TW- does mention death, blood, it gets a bit gory, Its angsty.

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Walkers were everywhere, there wasn’t much you could do aside from fighting through it. The last few bullets you had shot through the air. The sharp, explosive gunfire rang through the trees.

Living alone during the apocalypse is hard, living together with Enid made things easier. It was early in the morning, and you’re the old house you used as a base was overtaken by a horde during the night.

“Enid, I’m out!” You called, she was trying to get the door of the cabin open.

“I know! Just give me a sec!” She hurriedly tried to pry the door open the best she could. With a bang, she swung open the door. She called to you, and you didn’t waste time running over.

You should have taken your time, watched your back. The wooden steps were old, and rain had soaked the oak from the night before.

On the last step the wood caved in, your ankle got stuck between the jagged pieces of wood. A walker grabbed your leg, like a vulture. A sharp pinch went through your whole leg as its jaws snapped down on your flesh, a shrill scream came from you. The walker pulled away from its leg to chew right in front of you, its dull eyes meet yours making eye contact.

You could barely register anything that was going on, all you could hear was your heartbeat in your ears, faint groaning and footsteps from behind you. Every second was dragged out by the sheer agony in your leg.

Enid’s knife went through the walkers skull, but it was too late.

You knew it was too late.

She dragged you in by your shoulders and barricaded the door with whatever she could move, some old bookshelves and chairs. She fell to her knees beside you as she scurried to cover the exposed, bloodied flesh with her flannel. You knew it was bad, you could tell by her hurried breaths, shaky hands, and the look on her face.

“Is it bad?” You asked, her mouth was agape, she couldn’t form words. She couldn’t look away. “Enid! Is it bad?” You questioned with more urgency.

You leaned on your elbows to look at the bite, it was gnarly. Even as she tried to stop the bleeding, you knew. You’ve never seen that much blood come from a person before.

You could feel your eyes well with tears. This couldn’t be the end, not after you did all you could to survive. It wasn’t fair. After running from these walkers—killing them — you’re doomed to become one of the.

“No” Enid’s eyes were misty, she shook her head and took off her belt to use it to use it as a tourniquet. She kept applying all the pressure she could with her shaky hands. She held her knife and cleaned it of blood, her breaths were uneven.

“Enid, don’t. I’ll just bleed out…” you placed your hand on hers, she gave you a look of shock, her eyes filled with grief. You weren’t even gone yet, she already looked like she lost you. “We don’t have the supplies, and you wouldn’t know how to take care of me if you did. I surely wouldn’t either”

“No, I can’t just let you die” She argues. Her heart was heavy, yours shared that same weight.

“Just get me that pillow…” You nodded to a musty old pillow behind her, which had fallen on the floor when she was hurrying around to barricade the cabin. She got it for you. She gently placed it under your head, her hands never stopped trembling. She bore a helpless look on her face, her mouth opened as if she was trying to say something, but the words once again wouldn’t leave her mouth.

What was she meant to say? You’ve survived so much together. Now it’s the bitter end.

“Stop it, you’ve done enough, Enid.” Due to the pain in your leg, you came across harsher than you intended. You didn’t mean it. “You’ve done all you can” You added, trying to sound softer than before. You didn’t want her to beat herself up over this.

Everything hurt.

It wasn’t just your leg; it was her expression. She had that same look in that car after her parents died. That same unforgettable helplessness that followed her after it all happened. It made you feel sick.

“Remember when I saw you in that car…I had to drag you out of it. You have that same expression… You were so angry at me. Do you remember what you said?” You hummed as you held her hand, her grip on that hunter’s knife tightened.

“What’s the point if we’re going to die?” She replied. That day was the worst day of her life, but this really comes close.

“You’ll survive. Just do what you can, do what you need. As stupid as it sounds, make sure I get a burial. Something… anything. I don’t want to rot here,” You whispered. You knew stuff like that was a thing of the past, but you feared the dead would feast on you as soon as she leaves. It's not like she can take your body with her.

She nodded, and she was quiet. More so than usual. Enid’s mind is going a mile a minute, trying to find any way to save you, perhaps hoping you’ll survive.

“I never thought I’d see you smile at me; you were so distant when I first met you. I was surprised you didn’t leave and abandon me by sunrise. I never understood why you stayed.” It’s the end. All you want is for her to know she means something to you.

You both had seen countless people die, most of them couldn’t be helped. Similar to you now.

The look in her eyes only shows loss and regret. ‘I never understood why you stayed,’ echoed in her mind. Why did she stay? She wonders if maybe if she let you be if she left- you'd have had a different outcome. Maybe you’d have found a group. Maybe if she had watched over the house instead of falling asleep beside you.

“If I’d have stayed awake…kept watch. I should have seen it” So many possibilities and different outcomes that could have happened cycled through Enid’s mind.

“Stop it, you’re looking at me like I’m already dead. I’m glad you stayed.” You tried to snap her out of it, but all she could do was hold your hand and try her best to hold back tears. The thought of being alone again is terrifying. The thought of being without you after everything that had happened, you went through together. Enid knew you saved her.

She loves you.

It feels like the world is caving in again.

You weakly reached into your pocket and pulled out a granola bar. You usually kept one for emergencies. It had saved you two from going mad with hunger a few times.

It’s the last one.

“Split it for me…please, Enid.” You handed it to her. You were feeling too weak to do it yourself. Enid ripped the packet open with her teeth and snapped it in two with her hand. She never once releases pressure from your ankle.

She handed you the larger half.

“You gave me the bigger half last time…”

“I don’t need it- “

“Just take it,” she shook her head, her brows furrowed at you before she turned away to wipe away some stray tears with her sleeve. She wanted to be strong, that’s how you knew her.

The groans were still heard humming outside. Soft banging was heard on the door. It's like they could smell the blood, wanting to feed on the anguish within the cabin. As if this wasn’t hard enough…

You tried to swallow down the dry granola bar, but the lump in your throat made it difficult. For Enid, you tried. This will be your last ‘meal’. It's no Beef Tenderloin, but it’ll do.

You started to feel warm; the thought of your body simply being reused as some ever-hungry monster filled you with dread. It made you afraid.

Enid sat with you, she sat with you till the walkers faded away. She sat with you till the fever set in. She sat with you as you fell in and out of consciousness. You don’t know how long you’ve been there but the moon is out; you can see it trickling through the gaps in the curtains Enid put up.

“Enid…” You croaked, your breaths getting shallow. You don’t have much time left. Every time you fade out of consciousness all you see is your family, your shared life with Enid, and what could have been. “Don’t let me turn…” you begged, Enid nearly missed what you said

She gives you a pained expression, it's too late. She sits up from the wall she was leaning on, she walks over. Enid isn’t ready to say goodbye. “I can’t…”

You wanted to stay with her so bad, and Enid didn’t want you to leave her alone here.

“Just survive…somehow,” you breathed.

You faded out of consciousness one more time. Behind your eyelids, in your mind, you see the life you wanted. Maybe if you met Enid sooner, maybe in class when you used to go to school, maybe on a playground as kids. You just wanted it to be anything but this, you wanted a normal life with this cautious girl you met on the road. The first time she smiled at you, you felt a pang of how things used to be. Every time she’d find cool keychains outside in old cars for you, you felt happy. Being with her felt like living. Before her was surviving.

You loved her.

You were glad you had her trust, you’re glad you had her.

“Y/n…?” Enid's quivering voice repeated over, reverberating through your mind. You felt a stabbing pain through your forehead before everything went quiet, everything felt numb. Everything was now over.

 The gentle murmuring of  the water whispered to Enid, the birds chirped in the trees, the warm rays of the sun shone in the sky. It didn't thaw Enid's heart, it didn't make the loss feel less raw. 

Sweat trickled down her face, she doesn't have the energy to cry anymore. She spent all night doing that already, she continues digging a hole with the shovel in her bloodstained hands. she used a white, floral bedsheet as a shroud before lowering the body into the ground.

Enid buried her friend under a tree by the cabin, nearby the creek away from the walkers. 

She sat looking at her work, the last thing she'll ever do for you. She wished there was more. one more thing. 

All she can do is survive, just survive somehow. 

she left the wrapper of the last granola bar behind before standing up with the shovel and walking away.

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I can't choose

Hey guys, I need a bit of help choosing what I should do to end my last imagine "Cowardice" If you guys could help me decide that would be great. (I was unsure because B seemed a tad bit more difficult seeing how I left it off) 💗

should the reader end up:

A) Alone (Yk for the plot...for the angst)

B) With the reader

Voting ended onFeb 27, 2025

[kknighthood]

girl are you ever gonna do part 2 to cowardice?? im actually in love it's so good !!

I actually don't know! I don't know how I'd carry it on. Thank you, though. I will get onto writing it after I finish up with part two of a different one. It's nice to see you liked it! I was in half a mind about even posting it. Take care!

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I need more cats.

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Cowardice Carl Grimes x Fem!Reader

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The journey to Alexandria was a long one. When we arrived, everything changed. It felt so unfamiliar to feel safe after all that was happening outside the safe zone. The faint groans of walkers were still behind the tall steel walls, but it was there, same for the constant fear of them falling.

People have integrated into this new society—this new home—which was to be expected. The whole purpose of Alexandria was to rebuild the civilization we once knew. At first, it was exciting. There were jobs for people to do, and plenty of food, shelter, and other kids. There wasn't much to complain about, but you had something that made your blood boil. Enid and Carl.

Before you arrived at the safe zone with your group you grew close with Carl. You shared everything, from your grief to food. He saved you; you saved him. Over time you developed feelings for him, waiting for the right time to tell him about your feelings seemed like the right move. Now it's too late.

Enid and Carl are together now, they always are. It doesn't matter if he was sneaking off to go read comics outside the walls with her, or if she was around his house helping him babysit Judith. They are always together. Carls started to distance himself from you. If you didn't like him so much, you'd probably be able to forget about it – about him. But you can't. When you see them laughing together and holding hands when they think no one can see it makes your heart ache and a lump form in your throat. You felt sick.

Lately, Carls has been too busy for you. Far too busy with his new 'girlfriend'. You were meant to go fishing with him a few weeks ago, something you always did. He brought Enid. When she got sick of sitting there Carl left with her, leaving you alone. That was such a small thing, but it all adds up. Every hangout he flaked out on to meet Enid, and every hangout after he gently denied meeting her more stung like antiseptic and a fresh wound.

Where were you? Waiting for him.

The wound already hurt, maybe the antiseptic was knowing he didn't need you anymore. Then you could move on. Perhaps that was just what you told yourself to make you feel better.

So, you removed yourself. Why wait for a boy who's already with another? That ship sailed, and you couldn't stand the feeling of waiting at that empty dock. That feeling of abandonment, anger, and sickness wasn't something you could handle anymore. It was suffocating, you hated it. You didn't even look at him, you couldn't. Not when you knew Enid was in his eye constantly. You haven't said a word to Carl in nearly three weeks. He's tried, it hurts but you haven't bothered to respond.

If you had the right time to tell him sooner, you'd be in her place beside him.

But you knew deep down the real reason you didn't tell him your feelings wasn't because of timing; it was because you were scared. Now, you must deal with the consequences.

You were sat in the attic listening to some old CDs you found around your new house in Alexandria. Your headphones were in as you just sat flicking through magazines about old celebrities that are long gone and beauty tips telling you how to use products you'll probably never see again. You skimmed over articles on how to choose the right lipstick, it didn't seem relevant. You haven't seen Chapstick in months, let alone lipstick.

In the corner of your eye, you saw the door open, your eyes searched for the person who opened it. "I've been calling you" Carol comes in with her arms crossed, she looked so smart these days in nice colourful cardigans and clean shirts. It was nice to forget about those old clothes she used to wear outside, you hoped you never had to see her in those again. She looked after you, you wanted this to work out for her, she seemed to like it here.

"Oh, sorry. Everything okay?" You turned down your music to hear the older woman.

"I'm heading out to the pantry, make sure you get your laundry folded before I come back" She nods at you.

"On it" You gave her a salute as she looked down at you seated on the floor

"Turn your music down, you'll hurt your ears!" she adds as she walks out, you gave her a salute as she walks out. You smiled to yourself as you picked back up your magazine. You doubt a boombox will do more damage to your ears than the gunfire you heard out there.

"On it..." You muttered as you flicked through the last of your magazine. It felt nice to hold a paper magazine instead of one of a gun. Needless to say, it's not something you'll take for granted again.

You flicked through CDs on the rack beside you. Your eyes narrowed as you tried to look for the one you were fine. You heard the door creek again. "I know, Carol... I'll fold them all real soon. I'll keep it down to." You hummed, you slowly turned around to see who you expected to be Carol.

It was Carl.

It had to be him, didn't it?

"Lesley Gore?" He questioned as he held up a CD that was on the table. He looked at you, his eyes had something you couldn't recognize.

"Yeah, its some 60s CD Spencer gave it to me. I'd like it back" You stood up and held your hand awaiting it to be returned. He sighed and placed it back in your hand for you to put it back in the rack. For a faint moment, she saw his eyes narrow with a hint of annoyance.

Carl doesn't like the fact that you seem to be ignoring him you can see it.

It's your fault. you should have confessed a long time ago. but he shouldn't have forgotten you either.

"How have you been?" He steps closer, he's trying the best he can to encourage a conversation. You let out a huff, he caught that too. "So... you're avoiding me now?"

"No, Carl. I'm leaving you alone. You're a big boy, you're fine."

"Leaving me alone? You're acting as if we're strangers now. What's your problem?" He said, his tone carrying a hint of irritation. He didn't like how you dismissed him so quickly.

"Why would I stay around? Do you want me to follow you as you go around following Enid? That's weird, Carl." Your eyes roll back in your head. It hurt too much.

He was surprised by your bluntness. He knew you weren't exactly happy about his relationship with Enid, but he didn't realize it bothered you this much. He didn't like Enid being brought into this either, it's not her fault. You knew that.

"It's... it's not like that" he says defensively. "And what does it matter anyway? You spend more time with Ron nowadays." Of course, he brought that into it. Ron. You only spent time with him because you needed a replacement for Carl, what were you expected to do? Sit alone? No thanks. Life is too short already.

"Exactly, because Enid ditched him too. You guys are made for one another, really!" You walked past him to leave the attic you walked down your stairs into your bedroom's vanity. If he wanted to go on about Ron, that's fine. you could always go pay him a visit later.

Your sarcastic comment stung, but he tried to keep his composure as he followed her into your room. He's never seen this side of you before. He leaned against the door frame as he watched at your vanity as your fingers worked at your hair undoing it passive-aggressively then brush at the knots out.

He waited until you undid your hair before he stepped further into the room. You really didn't know if he was waiting for an apology or processing what you said.

"You're jealous." He stated bluntly. You were ignoring him, despite how close you were, all because he was dating a girl. He came to that conclusion pretty quickly when you started fading away, but you weren't there for him to talk about it with you.

"Of what, Enid? Don't be ridiculous" You immediately got defensive; he couldn't help but let a smug smile grow on his face as he saw he hit a nerve at your reaction. You stopped braiding your hair to glare at him, you didn't like him reaching that conclusion. He paused for a moment and stepped closer to your chair, you could see him in the mirror.

"Yes of Enid, you're jealous because I haven't been spending as much time with you" He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head, his voice getting more serious.

"...I have Ron. You said it yourself. I don't need you Carl, and you don't need me." you looked at him in your mirror as you continued braiding, his lips formed a line as you went on. "We're not joined at the hip, go lock lips with Enid or something. I'm busy" You turned around to glare at him.

Your harsh words hurt, and the mention of Enid's name made him get more riled with you. He took another step towards you, his eyes fixed on you through the mirror. "You may have Ron. But that doesn't mean anything! We've been friends for years. And now suddenly you're just discarding me because I'm not giving you enough attention." He waited for you to say something, anything. You didn't. you sat there braiding your hair as a distraction, this whole conversation made you swell with frustration. "You know what? Fine. If you don't need me, then I don't need you either." His expression hardened.

"I don't even know why you're here..." you muttered, your braiding slowed down to feel the soft hair under your fingers.

He scoffs at her response, feeling a mixture of frustration and hurt. He leans his back against the wall, his arms still crossed. "I came here because I was worried about you, but god... I don't know why I ever bother..." He couldn't believe how you were treating him. your indifferent facade was infuriating.

You had to look away, a weight settled in your stomach. Something you didn't feel before Alexandria filled you, emptiness. A cold emptiness, that drained the room of all warmth. It was something you never thought was possible around Carl.

"You're not even going to say anything?" He finally caved. He needed to hear you speak, to at least acknowledge his presence, but you just sat there, looking vacant. He finally had enough and huffs before he pushes away from the wall. "You know what? Fine, you win. I'll leave you alone"

He left your room and closed the door; he couldn't have imagined this heartbreak from such a close longtime friend. As soon as the door closed you felt everything crash down on you, you tried to be strong about losing him before. You were fine with slipping away, just fading out, however this ending was different. It felt so wrong; you didn't want to leave things like this. You didn't want him to leave at all, you wanted him to stay. You wanted everything to be different. You had so many wants, yet you're doing nothing. You stood up, you're fighting the weight of your heavy heart as you hurried downstairs.

You saw Carl through your misty eyes as he reached for the door handle, you grabbed his waist. Though it hurt having him stay, you did need him. You felt him freeze, it took him by surprise. You were so cold and distant earlier; he really couldn't understand this rollercoaster you were putting him through.

"Y/n..." he called your name softly. You couldn't help but tense, you feared he'd push you away like he did many times before for Enid. But Enid wasn't here. It was just you two. He turned to you slowly, his eyes were filled with longing. They lost that frustration they filled with a few minutes' prior. He was confused and hurt, of course he'd be. You were going on about how you didn't need him to now holding him like you didn't want him to go.

"You're an idiot..." Your voice broke, you tried to hold it together. Your head was buried in his back, you didn't want him to see you this way.

"Why are you doing this?" He whispered, his voice filled with both hurt and confusion. Though you two grew distant he still held onto what you both had. You couldn't let go of what never was. You missed him. "Just admit it.." he said under his breath.

You struggled you form your words. You didn't want to admit it to Carl, you hated admitting it at all. "I'm...I am- I'm Jealous." Your grip on his waist tightened as you tensed up.

"I wouldn't replace you with her." He whispered. You shook your head.

"That's not why I'm like this...I..." You couldn't finish what you wanted to say, it wasn't just cowardice. To say it now didn't feel right. Hesitantly, you let go. As badly as you wanted him, you couldn't just say that when he's getting so close to Enid. Its not fair on either of them. As much as your heart ached, it would still beat without him.

"Tell me, Y/n. You're not being fair here..." He took a step closer, his voice filled with both desperation and a hint of anger. "You can't treat me like this and expect me to understand. Not when you're the one who started avoiding me first-" he was getting desperate.

"I had to! I can't sit and watch you two get close as I sit there. It hurts, Carl. It was always me and you. Everyone in the group had their own cliques, but now it's you and Enid. Where am I? I should be there... I should have been honest" you can see the look on his face, hes sick of all this beating round the bush.

"Then tell me!" He interjects.

"I like you"

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I may rewrite this later, not a huge fan

2350 words.

[kknighthood]

I love Tara, I just rewatched the show. Tara ily, she doesn't get enough appreciation

[kknighthood]

Nothing irritates me more then realising there's a grammar mistake on my poll after posting it.

[kknighthood]

Grounded Carl Grimes x fem!Reader

Part 2 - In the dark (Gn)

It was a warm summers night in Alexandria. You were sat flicking through a book your parents made you read. It was boring compared to the comics you read snuck out the walls to read with Carl. You’ve been grounded for that, your parents found out and weren’t too happy. They thought it was far too dangerous, as if you didn’t already know that.

On the outside people weren’t people anymore, they were just consumed by the need to protect and survive. In here its different, it almost feels unnatural now. Being free to roam around with Carl outside was freeing. It seemed almost like there was no danger. Perhaps that was just because you were with him. He was so self-assured, so stupidly brave and you loved him for it.

He’s so stupidly brave he’s tapping at your window right now.

Its late, he certainly shouldn’t be here and if your dad found out he’d have his head. You opened the window for him. You slept on the first floor, so its not like he had to scale any walls.

“Hey” His eyes lit up as clumsily stepped in your room, he trod on some old junk as he stumbled in.

“Hey, you shouldn’t be here. My parents will go mad if they see you.” You whisper in return; you helped him regain balance in your dimly lit bedroom by holding his arm. He chuckles and looks at you.

He chuckled as he tried to regain his balance, his head spinning a bit. “I know I shouldn’t, but I wanted to see you,” he says, standing up straight.

The curtains were open, letting the soft moonlight stream through the window. “I made sure they were asleep, their lights turned off fifteen minutes ago” He waves you off and walks over to your bedside, the lamp illuminated his features. His blue eyes scanned your room as he stood there, his signature sherifs hat was resting atop of his head. He didn’t stop you as you reached up and took his hat, your fingers delicately trailed over the brim.

He tilted his head slightly as you inspected it in your hands. He watched you carefully, noticing the way your fingers traced over it. “You like it?” his voice had a playful tone, you noted how he wore it constantly. When you first met him, you thought it may have been glued to his head.

“…I always wondered why you kept this. I couldn’t even manage to keep a hold of my favourite bracelet.” Your mouth formed a smile as you sat there reminiscing. “It was real pretty too…had these nice gemstones. Real expensive too.”

“Didn’t I tell you? This was my dad’s.” He replied. His eyes were fixed on your fingers, he tilted his head slightly. “My hat is much harder to lose then your bracelet, huh?”

He was stood in your room, usually he’s so sure of yourself but he has an air of nervousness about him. Your room was feminine, you had light coloured walls and a pale-pink rug on the floor, his cheeks were the same hue.

“What, never been in a girl’s room before?” You chuckled lightly. He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms; you were only teasing.

“No…not really. Why, do you think I go around in girls’ rooms often?” he shook his head and taps his boot on the foot of your bed as you sat upon it. He’s never been in a girl’s room but he’s trying to play it cool.

“No, it's pretty clear that's not the case. Don’t just stand there…sit down” You smiled at him, his nervousness only added to his charm.

Carl grins lightly, He moves over and takes a seat on the bed, sinking down into the sheets. “You room suits you…very girly” He looks over at the stuffed animal he got you on one of his runs on your bed. His face brightened as he saw it was there, right on your bed where you sleep.

The look on his face made your heart swell. You couldn’t put your finger on why but being around him just made everything seem so easy yet so difficult at the same time. Even when he was away.

“Will your parents really get mad if they see me?” He asks, he knows the answer.

“Obviously, you’re a bad influence Mr Grimes.” You smirked; you kept your voice quiet to avoid your parents finding out he was here. You hoped the noise he made when he stumbled in didn’t attract any attention. You paused to ponder on your thoughts.

His eyes are glued to you as wondered what was on your mind, curiosity was written all over his face. He nudged you, it was a silent que for you to say what you were thinking. You bit your lip as you thought about how to word your thoughts.

“Why are you here, Carl? You said yourself you know my parents will go mad if they find you, and your dad won’t be pleased to know you snuck out” You hummed and shifted slightly in your seat.

“I couldn’t sleep” He spoke, you knew it was more then that. If that was the case, he’d be in his room reading comics, he paused before speaking again. “I needed to see you” You saw the grin on his face as he averted your gaze to look at the floor. You couldn’t help fighting back a grin yourself.

“Yeah?” You asked him, hoping for more of an answer but that answer alone made your heart flutter.

"Don't be so surprised. I mean, why wouldn't I want to see you?" He searched for your eyes once again.

“Why would you, do you like me or something?" You asked, you were half-teasing. Part of you wanted to know, you felt like you had to.

“What if I do?” he leaned a bit closer, his voice softened as he spoke. His breaths were deep, slow. They matched your own. You didn’t know what to say, was he just teasing?

“Do you?” You asked, your eyes fixed on his.

“You want me to say it? I snuck in here tonight just to see you” He whispered softly, to him it was perfectly clear, he liked you. You knew it was true. But you just wanted to hear it from his lips. You nodded; words were stuck in your throat. It was silly really, you wanted him to say the words you were too cowardly to say, too scared.

He looked at your face for a moment, his smirk faded into a more sincere expression. "Yeah, I do," he said softly, his gaze darting between your eyes and your lips. You mirrored his actions.

Looking wasn’t enough, you had to feel his lips on yours. You pulled him closer by his shirt, your grip wasn’t tight. He was taken by surprise by your sudden movement, but he didn't hesitate to respond. He moved closer, his lips meeting yours in a gentle kiss.

As gentle as he was, you could still feel his urgency. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer towards him until your bodies were pressed together. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over your back, trying to get even closer. You could sense his desperation, and you were filled with need. Both of you knew your parents could find out about the two of you at any moment, and if they did, you’d be grounded for life. But it was difficult to care about that when he was consumed by the sensations and emotions of the moment, and you felt that too.

 He pulled back slightly for air, you could feel his breath fanning on your face. He looked at you with an intense gaze, his breath ragged. He opened his mouth to talk but you crashed your lips into his, you didn’t want words right now. You just wanted him. Your hands trailed over his body as he returned the favour, he understood what you wanted from him. The kiss continues, your heart was pounding in your chest. The pair of you were desperate to get closer.

Eventually you both needed to pull away for air once more. The air was thick and all you could think about was him. His scent, his breaths, the heat of his hands on your body and the longing in his eyes. He pressed his forehead against yours as he spoke.

“I’ve wanted that for so long…” He whispers as his hands trail over your neck.

“I’d have taken up on your offer if you’d have acted sooner…” You purred, your hands were tangled in his hair. You leaned up to try kiss him again.

Your bedroom door swung open. It was your dad.

Shit.

[kknighthood]

If we call people who dance dancers and people who run runners, why don't we call people who draw drawers? We call people who paint painters. Why do they wanna be different so bad? Same for cooks. Why don't we call cooks cookers?

[kknighthood]

Just like old times. Daryl Dixon x Reader [fluff]

Before the worlds end you didn’t have much to do in your small town in Georgia. It was warm in summer, cold in winter. In both climates you gained a thirst for liquor. Drinking isn’t a luxury you have in the post-apocalyptic world you now fight every day to survive in.

“Y/n, five minutes. We need to get going.” Daryl leans on your cell door. Today it was planned you’d go scavenging with Daryl. Years ago, you were drinking buddies with Daryl. You’d drink with him at the local bar, sometimes his brother would join. You never really got on with Merle, not many did. Sometimes, in your dreams you can still see that bar. You could still faintly hear those old songs they used to play on that jukebox, and the cheers as people sang along. In your mind’s eye, you could still see the golden shine of rum, if you really focused you could feel the liquid trickling down your throat.

Theres many things you missed, that was just one of the many luxuries you took for granted back then. Like a hot shower, or a bed, and most of all air conditioning.

You tied the laces on their combat boots, you double knotted them just to be safe and headed out their cell. The prison is filled with people minding their own business. You missed it, but its something you still struggle to get used to all over again after being with the same ten people constantly.

“You ready?” Daryl finished putting gas in his motorcycle, he hopped on the back of his bike.

“No way, Daryl. I’m not getting on that.” You chuckle, he gave you a look and sighed.

“Come on, it’ll be quicker on the bike Y/n. Come on, I ain’t got all day” He had a smirk on his face as he starts his bike, the engine rattled on as he waited for you to hop on. With a playful roll of your eyes. Daryl let out a grunt as you wrapped your arms round his waist.

The ride wasn’t too long. He wasn’t wrong, the bike was quicker. He wove past all the walkers, in between abandoned cars and past desolate houses the group already combed through. The breeze was right, the wind blowing through your hair made you forget about the scent of rotting flesh festering in the air.

Once you reached the town you were going to explore Daryl stepped off the bike, he had his crossbow in his hands as he led the way through the solitary outskirts.

The town was near enough walker free, which was a strange change of pace to how exploring normally went. There were rows of shops and houses vacant of life. Some shops had windows smashed in, pavements had blood smeared on the concrete and the cars were left in the road. You let out a breath and made a start on breaking into the cars, it was a skill you picked up from Daryl. He taught you how to disable a car alarm, just like his brother taught him.

“Is there a lighter in there?” He asked you as he took out a cigarette from out a pack of half empty mabolo lights he found from a car from a car he ransacked. He was always quicker it then you were at searching through things.

“They’ll kill you, you know?” You gave him a playful grin as you looked through the glovebox of the car. You found some matches and tossed them at him to catch.

He let out a small scoff of amusement as he struck the box with a match, he lit his ciggarete and breathed deeply before letting the smoke rush out from his nostrils. He saw you staring and offered you one silently.

“Aren’t you generous” You hummed and helped yourself to one and put it between your lips. He lit your cigarette just like how he would outside the bar back home during late nights.

“They’ll kill you, you know” He returns what you said earlier right back at you in his regular gruff voice, you shook your head and rolled your eyes playfully as you inhaled, you awaited the calm of that familiar nicotine rush you couldn’t get enough of prior to the apocalypse.

“Such a gentleman” You hum thanking him for lighting your cigarette. He kicks a rock beside his foot as he took another puff of his cigarette. Theres’s somethings you’ll never grow tired of. Smoking, sitting here peacefully with Daryl and having him light your cigarettes. It always had a sense of closeness whenever he did it, you never knew if he picked up on that like you did. The intimacy of it made your head spin, you never understood why. You had a few men light your cigarettes, but with him its different.  

You let out a sharp exhale as you got out the car to see a groaning walker coming over, its vacant eyes stuck on you two.  “Shit…one of them has always got to disturb the peace.”

 It didn’t seem to phase you as much anymore. Anyone could deal with one walker, you’ve delt with ten walkers by purely just walking away, the real scary thing is having to deal with them in homes or shops when scavenging. Not having a place to escape from these things was the real scary thing.

Daryl’s muscles rippled as he pulled back the string on his crossbow to load it with an arrow, that arrow flew into the walker’s skull. You admired how he did that without issue, he once let you have a go with it. He makes using a crossbow look much easier than it was. You knew he was able to use a crossbow before all this, he was a hunter Afterall. He’d often joke about giving you a squirrel, so you’d have something new to cook aside from instant noodles, you denied at the time. You didn’t know he was as good as he was till you got out here with him.

“Good shot, Dixon.”

You searched different stores, splitting up seemed faster. You could handle yourself, so could he. You found a humble haul of ten cans of an assortment of soups and a box of bullets for your revolver under some floorboards. It was a good haul, now you just had to find Daryl.

You looked everywhere; it was getting dark. Last thing you wanted to be was on that motorcycle with Daryl in the dark. You trusted Daryl, not that bike.  You stumbled into a saloon; it seemed nostalgic in a way. You could envision the place full of life, without all the blood and human sludge pools on the floor. You stepped deeper inside next to the bar, that’s when you the sound of something dropping behind you. You instantly went to stab it, presuming it was a walker.

“Careful” Daryl grabbed your wrist. You let out a breath of relief before hitting his arm, it wasn’t hard. You’d never hurt him on purpose, he flinched a bit and his eyes narrowed.

“You scared the fuck out of me. I thought you were a walker.” You scolded him.

“Well, I wasn’t, there ain’t no need to hit me either.” He gave you the same attitude in return. You avert your gaze, unwilling to apologise.

Out the window you saw walkers walking around the once empty town in a large group, your eyes widened as you pointed it out to Daryl Silently.

“Great…” he whispered. You went to the door and placed a chair beneath the knob, you nodded to Daryl to do the same for the back door. Once hes back all the tatty curtains are closed in the saloon, its dark aside from the odd ray of sunlight through the holey fabric.

“We can’t go out there, too dangerous…” you whispered as if it wasn’t obvious. You were sat behind the bar with a candle, the light couldn’t be seen by the walking dead outside. “You gonna sit, or just stand there?”

He lets out a grunt and sits near you, not next to you. He must still be upset. Your lips formed a line as you looked around you spotted a few bottles of ale. “You seeing this? I’d have preferred some whiskey, but I’ll take it… You used to love this stuff” you smiled down at the bottle tracing the writing on the bottle.

“Go on then, open it up” He holds his hands out waiting for his drink. You flicked the bottle cap of with your hunting blade and handed it to him, you do the same for your own bottle.

“You down to just get wasted here, for old times sake? We can’t do much else” You gave him a small smile; you’re trying to win him back. He nods in agreement as he sips his drink.

“You’re still as quiet as you were back then, here I am thinking you don’t like me.” You hum and take a swig from your drink, its not the best booze but you can’t be picky in these conditions.

“It weren’t that, you know that.” He replied looking at the small candle flame. You were always different. Sure, he had his share of women, but you were always flirty and playful. He could never know what to make of you, you remember when he told you that on a night like tonight.

“Ah, how could I forget… you didn’t know what to make of me.” You leaned forward and paused “this is just like meeting you for the first time again. We both had nowhere else to go and a glass of liquor. Only, now I’m drinking ale instead of my favourite brandy and the candlelight makes things much more romantic. Don’t you think?” Your mouth formed a teasing grin.

He scratched the back on his neck before shaking his head. “You weren’t as bold back then, not before you downed a few.” He leaned forward mirroring your movements. The playful flirting felt normal; you missed it.

“Yeah right, says you. At least I didn’t try hit a beer bottle off another kids head with a dart and fail, badly.” You sniggered. He widens his eyes slightly, he can’t even believe you remembered that story, he told you that when you started drinking together.

“Low blow, it wasn’t like that. He just needed stiches; he was back to playing with us that week” he went a bit red as he took another swig. You can’t help but stare at his features. They were illuminated by the candlelight. You always thought he was handsome, no matter how surly he could be.

“I can’t believe the people from our stories are all gone…remember Tony? He was such a loudmouth… with how he delt with rowdy punters I think he’d have been more fit to be a cop then a bartender…” You pondered on people you both used to know. It hurt to know they were gone. He nodded and let out a breath that sounded like a chuckle, he was so unclear with his emotions sometimes. He goes quiet for a few moments.

“Y/n…” He mutters.

“Yeah, Daryl?” You looked at him curiously, the way he said your name sounded uncharacteristically tender.

“I’m glad you’re not gone…” He spoke. Never has he ever said something like that. You smiled to yourself and held your bottle out for him to clink his bottle against yours, which he does. That was all he needed to know you enjoyed his company just as much as he did yours.

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This is just under 2k words. Fun fact, Its also my first post/ oneshot on here.