Hello everyone, my name is Lilly, welcome to my profile. English is not my native language, but I try to improve every day. I'm Spanish, so some of the stories will have some dialogue in Spanish.
I don't tolerate disrespect here!
I will not write about content related to rape or strange fetishes.
mainlist::
Mortos-vivos
House Of The Dragon
Fantastic Four
Olivia Rodrigo
Chandler Riggs
I plan to add more in the future! I have no intention of disrespecting either Olivia or Chandler. And these will be imagines, things we imagine, and I don't want anyone to disrespect Missy, Chandlers girlfriend, or Olivia's future boyfriend/girlfriend for a moment!
[ WARNINGS:: smut, Alcoholic beverages, unprotected sex (use protection!), lesbian sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex (both receiving), Submissive reader, Michonne and Rick dominant, a failed attempt at rough sex, threesome (m, f, f), masturbation (m) , 18+, a slight fetish for reproduction (if you pay attention), consensual betrayal (Rick and Michonne are together but have sex with the reader willingly), That's all I think.]
My first time writing about sex, and I changed the theme of my account. I think this imagine is awful, but I spent hours writing it.
The day had been exhausting, but productive. Rick, Michonne, and you had gone out on a supply run. You had joined the group a year ago, when Daryl and Aaron found you alone and covered in walker blood. Unintentionally, you quickly caught the attention of Alexandriaās leading couple, and they caught yours.
You felt guilty for being attracted to both of them, but even if you tried to like someone else, they were always on your mind. You knew they would never see you the same way you saw them. But little did you know how terribly wrong you were.
After searching several houses on the outskirts of a town near Alexandria, you found what you needed: medicine, canned food, clothes, and, most importantly, a rare discovery: three bottles of whiskey and one sealed bottle of red wine, hidden in the basement of an abandoned house.
You decided to spend the night in that house, staying in the living room while you talked. The alcohol went down easily after the long day. Glasses taken from the kitchen were filled and emptied as the fire crackled in the fireplace. Laughter came more freely, and the walls came down.
Sitting on the sofa drinking your glass of whiskey, you felt the heat burning down your throat and into your stomach. Rick sat with his arm along the back of the couch, embracing Michonne, who was relaxed beside him, her voice huskier than usual.
The conversation started innocently, but the alcohol took it in another direction.
āHow long has it been since you last had sex?ā Michonne asked suddenly, direct as always, with a curious little smile.
You laughed, feeling your face heat up, but the whiskey loosened your tongue. āItās been a whileā¦ The last time was with two guys, in a threesome. It was weird. One of them was kind of selfish, only thinking about his own pleasure. The other one actually knew what he was doingā¦ he was the only one who made me come that night. But even so, it wasnāt anything special.ā
Rick raised an eyebrow, his blue eyes darkening as he took another sip. He leaned forward slightly, interested.āInterestingā¦ā he murmured. āI had my experiences before the world ended. A few women before Lori, some wild nights. After Lori died, it took me a long time to feel real desire again. Until Michonne.ā He looked at her with intense affection. āWith her itās different. Itās intense. We understand each other as much with our bodies as we do with our minds.ā
āUgh, sweetnessā¦ā you grumbled, refilling your glass halfway and downing it in one go.
Michonne smiled and ran her hand along Rickās thigh before looking at you. āWeāve been fantasizing a lot lately,ā she confessed bluntly. āAbout you. About what it would be like to have you in our bed. Rick and I have come a few times just imagining you between usā¦ touching you, fucking you, hearing you moan our names.ā
The silence that fell was heavy, thick with sexual tension. Your heart pounded in your chest. The alcohol made everything easier to admit.
āI would have sex with you both,ā you said, your voice low but clear, setting the glass down on the floor beside your foot. āIāve thought about it too. Many times.ā
Rick let out a slow breath, as if heād been holding it in for months. Michonne moved first. She cupped your face with both hands and kissed you deeply, her warm, experienced tongue invading your mouth. You moaned softly against her lips. Rick watched, already visibly hard inside his pants.
Michonne pulled your shirt up, revealing a black bra with a heart-shaped pendant in the center. Her hands moved to the clasp, unhooked it, and tossed it onto the growing pile of clothes.
In a matter of minutes, you were lying naked on the rug while Michonne sucked on your breasts and Rick kissed his way down your stomach to your pussy. His tongue was skilled, licking and sucking like a starving man. Michonne kissed you, muffling your moans with her mouth as Rick slid two fingers inside you without taking his mouth off your pussy.
Michonne trailed kisses from your lips down to your breasts, giving attention to your left one while her hand slid to your clit, rubbing it in fast, firm circles. You moaned, and soon that familiar feeling of an orgasm building, the one you knew so well from touching yourself in your room, arrived. You rolled your hips against Rickās face and came hard, moaning his name loudly as you arched your back.
Rick licked up everything you gave him eagerly, cleaning you, then stood up, pulling off his shirt and desperately unbuckling his belt. Michonne gave you one last kiss before getting up to remove her own clothes while Rick positioned himself between your legs. His cock was so hard it hurt, the head already leaking precum.
Rick entered you slowly but deeply, stretching your walls with his thick cock. You moaned a little louder, the air leaving your lungs with his thrust. He let you adjust to his size, undeniably the biggest youād ever had inside you, and when you lifted your hips slightly against him, he began to move.
His thrusts were hard and rhythmic, his firm hands gripping your hips as he guided them. āSo tightā¦ fuck, youāre perfect,ā he growled as he fucked you. He leaned down over your breasts, taking one into his mouth without slowing his pace.
You moaned nonstop, the sensation too good. You wrapped your legs around his waist, making him go even deeper, making you see stars.
Michonne watched everything while touching herself. Soon you replaced her hand with yours, fingering her pussy while Rick fucked you.
Michonne moaned, surrendering to your hand, closing her eyes and biting her lower lip. She ground against your fingers as her orgasm approached.
You knew she was close by the way her pussy clenched, so you slid a third finger inside her, speeding up your movements. She came with a moan, grinding on your fingers and riding the waves of pleasure.
Rick now had his face buried in your neck, groaning as his cock twitched inside your pussy. He was close too. He moved his hand down to your clit, rubbing it, and soon you moaned his name loudly again, cumming on his cock and making him groan hoarsely as he came inside you.
You felt thick, heavy spurts filling you, which only gave you more pleasure. The thought that he had cum inside you left you even more aroused, and you sighed as you felt him pull out.
He was still half-hard. He sat on the sofa, his cock glistening with a mix of his cum and your juices, watching.
Michonne didnāt waste time. She quickly straddled you. āNow itās our turn,ā she whispered, pinning your wrists above your head. She positioned herself over you, her wet pussy against yours, and started moving. Your clits rubbed together, wet and sensitive, joining the sounds of your needy, pleading moans in the empty room. You two kissed, swallowing each otherās moans, your breasts rubbing together. Michonne made a point of pressing her tits against yours, which made her want to cum all over them.
Rick watched, slowly stroking his own cock, which was getting hard again at the sight of the two of you. āYou two are so fucking beautiful,ā he murmured, his voice deep as he groaned softly and sped up his hand, cumming just from watching them fuck.
Michonne moved faster, the friction growing more intense. You came first, moaning her name as your body convulsed. She followed right after, trembling against you, your juices mixing together.
Rick, fully hard again, joined once more. He fucked you slowly while you were still sensitive, Michonne sucking on your nipples and kissing your neck. Then he switched, fucking Michonne hard while you sat on her face, letting her lick you until you came again.
Michonne devoured you with pleasure. Her moans made your pussy clench against her tongue as your hips ground against her mouth. You barely noticed when Rick started penetrating her, you were too lost in the pleasure she was giving you. But when Rick slapped your ass, you glanced back slightly, mouth open as moans escaped. Rick was fucking Michonne, then grabbed your chin, leaning in to kiss you so you could taste Michonne on his tongue, which made you moan into his mouth.
You came again soon after with a loud moan, climbing off her exhausted, sweaty, and thoroughly fucked.
Michonne was now moaning loudly as Rick leaned down to kiss her, swallowing her moans while they reached their climax together.
The three of you ended up exhausted, sweaty, and lying on the rug. A silence settled, but it was a comfortable one.
āIt wasnāt just the alcohol, right?ā Rick asked quietly, staring at the ceiling.
āNo,ā you answered, breathless.
Michonne intertwined her fingers with yours, stroking the back of your hand. āThen this doesnāt end here. Youāre ours now.ā
This is the worst thing I've ever written; to me, it's awful. What about you?
I'm staying up until 1 a.m. because I have insomnia, and maybe that's why this is so bad.
Her knees ached from kneeling so much. You weren't supposed to be there. Not at all.
A few days ago, Rick and some others raided one of Negan's outposts, aiming to eliminate them once and for all and rescue a Hilltop man who had been held hostage.
And today, the plan was simple: get Maggie to the doctor at Hilltop. You, Carl, Rick, Aaron, Abraham, Maggie, Eugene, and Sasha had tried countless routes to Hilltop.
But the Saviors were always in the way. And with their gas almost gone, they decided to go on foot, but that didn't work out.
Which brings us to this situation: everyone kneeling, while Negan pointed Lucille at everyone, deciding who he was going to kill.
Anxiety was high and fear even greater as everyone stared at Negan.
Until he finally stopped walking.
Negan had finally chosen who would be the lucky one.
Abraham.
Within seconds, Negan was already beating his head. The last words you managed to hear were tears streaming down your cheek.
The moments you and Abraham shared, even if few, were still important. He was still family. He always would be.
You felt Carl squeeze your hand, silently comforting you.
You could no longer pay attention to your surroundings; you just cried silently.
You didn't notice the moment Negan started bothering Rosita, trying to force her to look at Abraham's blood.
You didn't notice the moment Daryl stood up and punched Negan. And how furious he looked.
And also, he didn't notice when he started walking through the group again, looking for a new victim.
āYou know, the first one, like I said, was free. But you need to know me, you need to know that you can't do that.ā He began, stopping in front of you, and you finally looked up, meeting Negan's gaze, who was now looking at you. āI've never killed women, especially beautiful ones; I always take them to my bed... But... No exceptions.ā
Lucille struck her head squarely, causing blood to start flowing and a throbbing pain to set in.
Your eyes glistened with tears, and you lifted your head, opening your mouth to speak. But the words wouldn't come out.
You didn't realize how Maggie, your adoptive mother, was crying, how Glenn looked at you while remembering moments with you, how everyone was crying. She was too busy staring at Carl, as if she were memorizing his face.
Finally, the words came out: āI... I'll wait for you, my love...ā And Negan's bat came down on your head again, making you fall to the side, dying slowly while a man you barely knew beat your head in front of your family.
Carl was being held back by a saviour, crying as he watched a man beat his girlfriend's head until there was nothing left.
He remembered the moments with you. The moments on the farm, in prison, at church, and in Alexandria. The moments when you kissed him. The happy moments.
āDo you think we'll survive for long?ā he asked as he lay down on the bottom bunk of the bunk bed.
āNot me, but I think you do,ā Carl watched as the girl sat on the bed looking at him.
āwhy me?ā
āI don't know, but I'm sure you'll survive for many years... We were born to die, Carl... Besides, you can't catch me.ā Those words were etched in his mind forever.
When it was all over, and the Saviors had left, the group still hadn't recovered; Maggie and Glenn cried while silently comforting each other. Rick had tears in his eyes as he helped carry the body of the girl he considered practically his daughter.
You were right, in that world, you were born to die. Not long after, Carl was bitten while fighting a zombie; he died saving people. But he wasn't scared.
After all, he was going to see you again. And maybe, you two could be happy again.
You died thinking everyone would die after you. Carl died thinking he was saving people, but he was dying saving one person.
You and Carl haunted the lives of those close to you, making Maggie and Glenn always think of you whenever they saw a flower or a bird.
Carl haunted Rick's life, causing him to never recover from the trauma of losing a son and leaving him feeling guilty.
Can I please request an angsty Carl grimes x Dixon!reader and Daryl Dixon x daughter!reader? Set in season 6, where both the reader and Carl are 16 and have been best friends since the start of the apocalypse. (Sorry, this might be long.) During the lineup, they witness Glenn's death, and the reader is sobbing then negan taunts Daryl by holding Lucille in front of the reader and threatening her, which also affects Carl because he loves her. Daryl offers himself up so that the reader doesnāt get hurt which absolutely devastates the reader because now sheās lost Glenn and Daryl. After the Saviors leave, she cries in Carlās arms. The reader stays at Michonne and Rickās house, as they are like second parents to her and she canāt handle being home alone without her dad. When the Saviors return, she sneaks into the back of one of their trucks as they leave. Carl follows her, and they both go to the Sanctuary together. The reader tries to kill Negan. And the rest can just be loosely based of season 7 episode 7. Thank you !! Xx
Hi, in response to your request, yes, I can do that. I'll probably publish it by next Saturday, which is when I expect my computer to be back from repair.It recently had a problem and I had to send it in for repair, and I'm using my cell phone, but by then your picture will be ready š
[ Pure cuteness, Carl being a wonderful father and husband, maybe I'll do more like this or even a second part focusing on him being a husband. ]
Father!Carl Grimes x Mother!Wife!F! Reader
Carl still found it strange to say that he had a family.
Years ago, he was just a boy trying to survive the end of the world. Now, in Commonwealth, he had a home, a wife, and a baby sleeping in his arms.
He was sitting in the bedroom armchair, gently rocking the little one while his wife watched from the doorway, smiling.
"Are you still surprised that it's yours?" she asked.
Carl looked at the baby, who was holding his finger with his tiny hand. "Sometimes..." he admitted with a smile, "I spent so much time thinking I didn't have a future."
She approached and sat beside him. āBut you did.ā Carl looked at her and then at his son. He thought of everything he had lost, of all the people who had been a part of his story, especially Rick.
And he realized that this baby was proof that they had succeeded.
They created a world where a child could be born without needing to learn to fight before learning to play.
Later, when the baby started crying, Carl was the first to get up. "I'll get him." His wife laughed.
"You know he'll want you just because he recognizes your voice, right?" Carl smiled as he picked up his son.
"So I guess I'll take advantage while he still thinks I'm cool." And for the first time, Carl Grimes wasn't thinking about surviving until tomorrow.
He just wanted to enjoy every second of that little miracle with his son and wife.
I feel like it's awful, but I wrote this in the middle of the night, dying of sleepiness.
[ Let's imagine that Rosita is older, and that she got pregnant as a teenager, around 16 or 17. Don't get pregnant as a teenager! ]
Carl would probably have been curious about you, because you would have the same courage and determination as your mother. He would admire the fact that you didn't give up easily.
Your relationship would be the kind of enemies for lovers type. You both have strong personalities, so in the beginning you'll probably argue a lot about strategies and decisions.
Rosita would be extremely protective of you and would have that "I know exactly what this boy is thinking" look when she realized that Carl liked you.
Carl would try to impress Rosita, ā even while pretending not to care ā, because he knew that gaining her approval would be important.
You and Carl would have many conversations at night, talking about what it was like growing up in that world, the losses you suffered, and the things you still wanted to experience.
Carl liked people who saw beyond his "Rick's son" appearance, so he would greatly appreciate it if you saw who he really was.
You two would make a very dangerous duo on missions: you with the skills Rosita taught you and Carl with the experience he gained with the group.
He would probably be the type of boyfriend who doesn't make grand declarations all the time, but demonstrates his feelings through actions: staying close, taking care of you, and trusting you.
Rosita and Carl would have a somewhat funny relationship; she would tease him and test whether he truly deserved to be with her daughter.
When you two argued, it would be difficult because you would both be stubborn, but in the end Carl would be the first to try to resolve things, even if it took him a while to admit it.
He would love the fact that you were strong, but he would also be one of the few people who would notice when you were tired of always having to be strong.
In the end, you would be that couple who grew up in chaos but found a safe place in each other.
First, imagine this. I hope you enjoyed it. As I said, my native language isn't English, so there might be some mistakes. It has not been reviewed.
