PudimReevolts127

Fanfic writter Multifandom (you'll never know my next special interest, neither will I) INFP-T 4w5 Cancer (sun), Aries (rising), Virgo (moon) He/they (agender) Brazilian 🇧🇷 Autistic

[thedreamthieves]

i think one of the worst things the left wing internet ever did was push the idea that oppression is basically a virtue, and being oppressed is a sign of your morality. it has made it like…impossible for some of you to hold the idea that most people are privileged in some ways and oppressed in others. AND a lot of you seem to have it in your mind that terrible people cannot be oppressed, and that oppressed people cannot do terrible things, which is a dangerous rhetoric to hold imo.

[oocstephenkingtv]

Pride Month: Carolyn Hill (Aisha Hinds) in Under the Dome 2x1 Heads Will Roll (2014) Written by Stephen King

[altraeken]

chat does this make sense?

i feel like my brain is on fire rn

[starryskiesabove3]

I actually love the trope when characters get possessed by a spirit or other being and you get to see how versatile the actor is while still trying to act within the same original character mindspace 🖤

[angieflynns]

[cxrphia]

I'd give my left kidney and a slice of my liver for this

[disturbingstar]

The walking dead trivia

• The blinks of the actors who play the walkers are edited out using vfx.

• Melissa McBride was offered the role of Carol Peletier without an audition after Frank Darabont was impressed by her performance in his film The Mist (2007).

• In an interview Robert Kirkman claimed Norman Reedus (Daryl) originally auditioned for the part of Merle Dixon. He was rejected, but his audition so intrigued the producers that they created the part of Daryl just for him.

• Ross Marquand (Aaron) previously auditioned for the role of Gareth.

• Laurie Holden originally auditioned for the role of Lori Grimes, before she was offered the role of Andrea Harrison.

• In the Season 5 premiere, No Sanctuary (2014), when the Terminites were slicing throats, the main cast members were not told about the prosthetic necks and fake blood that would ooze through the trowel in front of them. So their reactions at having their "throats" cut were real.

• The extras who play walkers have to go through "walker school" to learn how to walk and move like walkers.

• Morgan was the first character to use the term "Walkers" as reference to zombies.

• For Season 3, the make-up team used darker skin tones for the walkers to show further decay as time had progressed.

• In 2018 a new AMC policy was announced that allows both The Walking Dead (2010) and Fear the Walking Dead (2015) to use the "F" word twice per season.

• The storyline of Connie's disappearance in season 10 was written so Lauren Ridloff could go and film Eternals (2021).

• In the entire series, Andrew Lincoln, Jon Bernthal, and Sarah Wayne Callies are the only cast members to have been credited alongside images of themselves in the opening credits. This occurred in the first two seasons only.

• From season to season, the opening titles "decompose" more and more.

• In 2019 at Walker Stalker Con Matthew Lillard revealed that he auditioned for Negan and went down to the final two before losing the role to Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

• The horse seen in the pilot, Days Gone Bye (2010), is the same horse used in Survival of the Dead (2009).

• All of Carol's children are played by actual siblings. Sophia, who turns and is shot by Rick is played by Madison Lintz. Younger Henry is played by Macsen Lintz, and older Henry is played by Matt Lintz.

• When Andrea was killed off, her storylines from the original comic books were transferred to Michonne. As a result, Michonne's storyline was transferred to Carol.

(All trivia is from IMDb)

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Bethan

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[angieflynns]

[sapphicaffeine]

Maddie and Honey 💖

[carlgrimm]

Carl get married with his boyfriend during season 5 when they meet Gabriel? 🥺 just imagine candy rings as their wedding rings. Also the rest of the group think is the most cute they ever seen.

I've probably said it alot but I love carl during this season, I've only been to one wedding before as a kid but this is the apocalypse it doesn't have to be realistic

Everything was high tension after escaping Terminus

You and Carl were the most relaxed out of the group

It was an unspoken understandment in the apocalypse that nothing was "too early", like marriage, in a relationship anymore

Everyone was running on borrowed time

Thats why you and Carl had been talking about getting married

It obviously wouldn't be like old marriages, and it definitely wasn't an actual ceremony, but it was perfect for you two

The rest of the group knew about it, happy was an understatement

Along with trying to find a home and supplies, you were both on lookout for a ring with no current luck

What you didn't expect was to find a church when deciding to help the newcomer

Rick promised that even if there was nothing for them there, they would stay long enough for him and Carl to get married

That was enough for you, definitely enough for Carl because he couldn't stop talking about it to everyone

After looking over Gabriel's church the first thing Carl asked Rick to do go through with it

Michonne had cut in saying that she had something special for the ceremony

When it came to doing it Michonne brought over the gift of candy rings

Rick cried, even in the apocalypse he got to see his son fall in love and get married, glad to see the moment even if Lori couldn't be there for it

Multiple others teared up but everyone was happy, Glenn and Maggie teasing you and Carl about not being the only married couple now

Later on you two did end up finding some rings to make up for the candy rings you did evidently eat

[zombiigrll]

Can I request Carl x male reader who is Abrahams son set either during 7x1 or when Negan comes to Alexandria and reader is really angry and tries to kill Negan and gets injured. Carl patches him up and is upset at reader for doing that and they both end up breaking down and comforting eachother

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IT WAS STUPID. ⋆｡°✩ carl grimes x male!reader .ᐟ WORD COUNT .ᐟ ⭑ 1.7K ꩜ .ᐟ WARNINGS ⭑ angst to fluff + comfort, reader is abrahams son, use of y/n, spoilers for the walking dead 7x1, death mention, unhealthy grieving + coping, swearing, injuries, gore, zombies, arguing, crying, then cute moments trust <3 .ᐟ SUMMARY .ᐟ ⭑ your father made it your job to hold the fort at alexandria as he went on a run. but, little did you know, that was the last time you'd see him. you had to get back at him. .ᐟ A/N .ᐟ ⭑ thank you for the request anon! i hope this is to your liking <3 sorry for the weak ending T_T

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he told you he would be back as soon as possible, giving you one big bear hug before he left. you wanted to badly to come with, but your boyfriend, carl, had convinced you to stay back as well.

"you gotta stay here, kiddo. just while we're gone. we'll be back as soon as possible, promise." your dad comforted you, patting your shoulder with his palm.

"please, dad, let me come with. i can help!" you begged anxiously.

"abrahams right, y/n." carl popped in. "you have to stay here. it's dangerous, and the people here need you while we're gone."

you looked at him, your facial expression softening. he was always so good at convincing your stubborn ass.

"...okay." you sighed, looking back at your father as he nodded, entering the van.

"we'll be back shortly." carl pulled you in for a hug, kissing your forehead.

"you better be." you laughed.

carl moved away from the hug, nodding at you before entering the van.

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it felt like the longest day of your life. having to help everyone at alexandria while worrying about the possibility of your boyfriend, dad, and your newfound family could all die and you'd never know what happened. but, finally, after what felt like years, everyone came back.

well, not everyone.

as people were coming back in, you were looking for your father, but you couldn't spot him. you knew something was up. everyone looked upset and beaten up, and thats when you spotted eugene.

"eugene?" you sped-walked over to him, acknowledging his beaten and cut up appearance. he stayed silent at the sight of you. "eugene, where is my dad?"

then, everyone fell silent, their solemn eyes piercing through you.

"...what happened to my dad?" your voice cracked as you looked around at everyone with your glossy eyes.

carl comes up to your side, grabbing your hand and looking at you sympathetically.

"he's.. he's gone, y/n."

your heart shattered. you brought up your hands and covered your mouth as tears flowed down your face. carl tried to hug you but you politely shook him away, running off to your house shortly after. you threw yourself onto your fathers former bed, curling up into a ball and sobbing into the pillow he once laid on.

...

a couple days had passed by. all of your grievances slowly transformed into anger. man, you really were like your dad, weren't you? carl was the only person you had a soft spot for, but everyone else experienced hell on earth if they had angered you. carl helped you with trying to recover from your loss, but it proved to be pretty difficult.

"i want to kill negan, carl. i don't know why you wouldn't either." you scoffed, picking at your calloused hands as you spoke.

"i do, but, we need to be smart about this. your anger isn't going to get us anywhere."

you rolled your eyes, silently crossing your arms. before you could say anything else, there was a knock at the door. carl walked over for you and opened it to reveal rick standing in the door way.

"hey, dad. what's up?" carl asked his father.

part of you felt jealous at his words. it made everything feel more real in a sense.. that you would never be able to say 'hey' to your dad again, or experience his bear-like hugs.

carl and rick had their conversation as you thought about all your past memories with abraham. how he'd comfort you whenever you'd need him to, how he extreme he would go just to make sure you were safe... he was the most amazing dad you could've ever asked for, and now he was gone.

carl walked over to you, causing you to snap out of your daze as he began speaking.

"my dad wants me to go babysit judith. if you want, you can come with..." he offered with a smile.

"no, thank you." you answered monotonously. he nodded in response before walking over to you, giving you a hug.

"that's okay. just let me know if you need anything, okay?"

you mumbled a quick 'mhm' into his chest before he pulled away, shooting you a quick smile before exiting your room.

after he left, you laid in your fathers former bed thinking about what you could've possibly done to prevent this. then your mind began racing to what you can do to avenge your dad. you knew that if it was you who had died, your dad would've already been on an expedition to find your killers and give them hell, even if he had no leads to where they could be. so why weren't you doing that?

you quickly stood up and began grabbing your stuff. your backpack, gun, knife, and some water. at this point, you knew you could die and that you were probably going to die, but you didn't care. as long as they got the message and you got what you wanted, which was negans life.

quickly but stealthily, you walked out of your house and began carefully climbing over the gate. you landed down on the other side and began aimlessly walking. you didn't know where you were going, but you knew that eventually you would find negan or one of the saviors. you had been walking for quite some time when you came across two walkers. you pulled out your knife. should be easy enough, right? wrong. two walkers quickly turned to four, then 6, then... you lost count. fuck, was this the end? are you seriously about to die from a random herd of walkers?

you had killed one of them before falling to the ground, your leg grazing down a sharpened branch as you fell, cutting your calf wide open. a small yelp left your mouth as you landed on the ground before looking up, watching the walkers slowly limp over to your helpless body.

you chuckled, accepting your stupid fate. but just before the walkers got to you, you spotted a boy with a familiar hat stabbing the walker in front of you through the ear.

"...carl?" you mumbled

he continued to kill the rest of the walkers and making sure the coast was clear before tending to you. he kneeled down, looking at your wound.

"fuck, y/n. we need to get you home." his eyes widened as he examined your leg. he quickly grabbed your arm and wrapped it around his neck, helping you back through the woods. he was silent throughout the entire trip back to alexandria, which made your blood cold. he was never silent like this, not unless he was frustrated. the two of you made it back safely and he sat you down carefully on his bed, leaving for just a second to grab some medical supplies.

you fidgeted with your hands as carl came back with a couple bandages, some gauze, and other kinds of stuff. he lifted up your pant leg to get a better view of your injury before silently cleaning it up, causing you to wince. he remains silent as he cleans the wound, making you anxious.

"...are you going to say anything?" you mumbled nervously.

"do you want me to say something to you right now?" he said, a tone of hostility in his voice as he began wrapping your wound up.

"if it means you'll stop giving me the silent treatment." you sighed, looking down at him.

"i'm just... i'm pissed off." carl admitted, his voice raising a bit.

"...why?" you knew exactly why.

"why?" he repeated, laughing in annoyance. "because you almost got yourself killed. did you even think for a second what could've happened aimlessly going outside the walls? it was stupid."

"you..." you started matching his energy, getting frustrated with him. it wasn't necessarily at him, it was at yourself. but you couldn't contain how you were feeling anymore. "you don't get it. you wouldn't get it."

"you're right. i don't get it, y/n." he finished bandaging your leg, standing up to face you. "i've tried so hard to let you know that you can come to me if you need anything. no matter what. and instead of doing that, you.. you risked your fucking life!"

you stayed silent, letting him say whatever he needed as you fought back tears. you've never seen him this angry before.

"if i didn't see you going over the fence and followed you just in time, you could've died-- you WOULD'VE died! you know that, right-" "maybe i wanted to." your voice broke as you cut him off, causing his face to go from angry to shocked and melancholic.

"wh.. what?"

"i wanted to. i knew i could've died. i knew it was stupid. i didn't care." you wiped away the tear that had fallen from your eye, laughing slightly. "..i was just wanting to do what my dad would've done."

carl shook his head, processing what you had just said. "are you serious? y/n?" his eye turned glossy and his voice was wobbling.

you hid your face from him. he grabbed your face with one of his hands, turning you to look at him. he noticed you crying, which caused him to cry as well.

...you've never seen him cry before.

he wiped away your tear with one of his thumbs as he brought his other hand up.

"i can't lose you." carl muttered before pulling you into an embrace. "especially not the way you were trying to go. if you left me without a word?" "i-i'm sorr-"

"don't be. just.. your dad, he wouldn't have wanted you to go out like that either. he'd want you to live for him." he ran his hands through your hair as he spoke. "we'll get negan. but it'll take time. we'll do it together, just like we always have."

you held him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder and he rubbed circles on your back.

"i'm here. remember that this time." he reminded you.

"i know, i promise i won't do it again." you reassured him.

carl broke from the hug, putting one of his hands back to your cheek with a smile. "i love you, my pretty boy." he laughed, giving you a quick peck on the forehead.

you let out a small chuckle with him. "i love you too, dork."

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[carlgrimm]

im about to read carl x fem readers and change the name, pronouns, anything so I can pretend its male reader. someone save me and write for carl x male reader fics PLS IM BEGGING

[s0ul-j0k3r]

Hi can u pls do one where Carl and the reader first meet up at Alexandria and Carl doesn't like him but starts to warm up to him after seeing how the reader is very outgoing and fun guy pls🙏 ( u don't have to make it like this u can make it in any type of way u want and can the reader be a top🙏)

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

I love this so much 😭 I'll repeat what I did:

Internally silently scream, mental breakdown. Practically repeat, so you get the idea.🙇

Besides that, I'll start the actual thing.

'𝘼 𝙇𝙄𝙇' 𝙏𝙊𝙐𝘾𝙃 𝙐𝙋' (HAS AN ENDING, WILL MAYBE EDITED SOON)

𝘼 𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙇 𝙂𝙍𝙄𝙈𝙀𝙎 𝙓 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙀𝙍

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𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙉𝙄𝙉𝙂(𝙎): Reader can cook cause why not, I thought it would be cute 😒. (Sorta) Enemy to lover thing. Foul language. Possible bad grammar Stuff like that so be warned. When 'parent' comes up, it basically means parent of choice so you can use your father or mother for this case. Mentions of death will be in this story, nothing to sensitive. (SEASON 2 AND 8 CARL WILL BE USED, HE DID NOT DIE IN MY WORLD! ✊🧍) (IT WILL BE M/N INSTEAD OF Y/N WITH USAGE OF HE / HIM)

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𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘽𝙀𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙎 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙏

You both grew up together as good friends but parted as soon you started to take care for yourself.

Rick and your parent thought you both would never separate from the way you both treated eachother.

(Flash back time 😘) (SEASON 2)

The day he was shot worried you to the bone. Your face drained white and you saw him laying down on the bed, the others keeping their best to keep him alive while Rick was almost to the point of crying.

A few days past, huddled up to your parent. You both were out, Rick stayed with Carl.

"Is M/N alright?" Carl looked at his father worryingly.

His father took a deep sigh, "He's alright." He held his sons hand, reassuring what he said. It was a dangerous world, were you really okay?

The day got to him that he got better, he was more then relieved that you were okay.

"Carl!" You jumped, running at him with a fast pace, smiling and almost crying.

"M/N!" You both ran into eachother, which felt like it lasted forever.

You didn't want to leave him or this moment.

(Days pass because idk honestly.)

The days were long with fun, the sound of you two giggling. You, and Carl.

"M/N!" Your parent called out.

Your heart dropped.

You knew what was going to happen.

You didn't want it to happen.

Not without Carl.

It was the day you left.

Carl let out a simple "Awww." not wanting the fun to end. You just stood there, in defeat.

"Come on M/N, we have to.'

You never understood why.

Your things were packed, Carl got the hang on what's going on. There was a stuffed animal of your (Fav animal). You looked at it and hugged it one last time.

"Here." You still out your hand with the stuffed animal.

He looked at you, noticing the details he could never forget. Your (Eye color), (Hair color), and your (accessory of choice).

He took the stuffed animal and hugged it, soon pulling you into a tight hug. Sobs leaving both out your mouths.

You waved at everyone goodbye, and took your parents' hand while walking off.

"I don't want to go, I don't wanna lose Carl." You said looking down.

"It's not the last time we will see them, we'll visit again." Your parent hoped.

(Back on track, meaning Season 8)

"Alexandria." Your mind read.

The huge walls seemed to be covering something, you tapped your fist on the entrance of the sketchy place.

They slowly opened up, not gonna lie you thought it was quite creepy.

"M/N?" A man spoke out.

You couldn't tell who it was. It seemed slightly familiar.

You focused on the looks for a minute.

"Rick?" Your eyes opened.

"What are you doing here? Where's (Parent name)? Are they alright."

You gripped your hands into fists while slightly looking down, flinching at your parents name.

"Oh." He looked in defeat.

"Come on in, it dangerous out here."

You walked through the gate, revealing barely any familiar faces. It was a small little town. Enough for these people I guess.

"Carl would be happy to see you." He said walking off.

You tilted your head. "Carl?" You couldn't remember the name. Which made you somewhat worry.

You didn't know where to go, so you walked over to this house looking place and welcomed yourself in. No one was in there anyways.

People have you weird stares. The people that you remembered were most likely gone by now. So it was a weird feeling be stared at by the people you do not know or barely remember.

You sat down in a chair. Trying to claim what happened.

(Lil' flashback time)

"Go M/N!" It was the scream of your parent, you ran as fast as you could. Dodging any walkers.

The screams of pain made by your parent only made you run faster.

Your mind was so foggy since then.

You couldn't remember anything besides the regret and the screams of your parent.

(Back on track)

You heard thudding upstairs, taking out your gun for safety. You had trust issues since then. Yeah sure, you were outgoing. But you also had to keep on track.

Walking down a hallway, you cracked open the door to peek. Before opening it all the way pointing out your gun and whatever or whoever was there.

The male towards you stook his hands up with a shocked expression.

"Who the hell are you?" You pointed out, examining the room.

There's a thing you remembered. The stuffed animal you gave up as a child.

You don't remember who got it, but you certainly don't remember him.

He didn't look like a threat. You lowered the gun, putting it away and walking off.

He last sight of him was just him standing there all confused like 'What the fuck just happened.'

You walked out if the house, going towards who knows what. Something to get away from the place. There was a step, that your eyes caught.

You sat down.

He looked familiar. The brown hair, and the hat he never gave up.

"Is that the Carl guy?" You thought once again.

Repeating the name 'Carl' in your head over and over again trying to figure out who it was.

(Carl's POV:)

That guy was weird. Pointing up a gun at me like it was nothing.

I sighed and plopped down on the bed that was near. I took a glance of the stuffed animal next to me. He thought back of the guy who pointed the gun at me.

"It can't be."

"It's probably not, he was a child. He possibly can't make it out there with a single adult." I thought. "M/N."

I looked at him from the window as I sat up, comparing the child to him.

"Holy shit.." my eyes widened.

(Your POV:)

I can't just assume everyone is a threat.

You noticed a little rabbit ahead out you, standing on it's hind legs looking at you.

You smiled, sticking out your hand. It leaped towards you sniffing your hand, expecting food but nothing was there.

Still trusting you, it sat down. It was a beautiful white color, it was dirty the the dirt but oh well. Petting the small animal in front of you.

(Back to Carl's POV:)

"The smile is familiar." I thought. It must be him.

I walked out of the house, slightly walking fast to where he was.

(Your POV:)

The bunny got spooked and ran from a shadow approaching you quickly.

The man came across you, you looked up. Viewing details of him, it was the same guy you almost shot.

"M/N." He spoke.

"How the hell do you know my name?" You looked sternly, pretty scary for a funny guy.

"You're M/N L/N, son of (Parent name) right?"

"I said, how did you know my name."

"You don't remember your own childhood friend?"

"No, now who are you?"

"Carl, Carl Grimes. You gave me that stuffed animal of (fav animal) when you left."

"Your Carl?" You looked at him, realising his appearance of the brown hair, and blue eye.

It was visible that he didn't know how to act, so he came up with anger and stormed back to the house.

You finally knew, you were staring to remember once again.

(Time skip for my lazy ass)

Carl avoided you often, you never had anyone to hang with so you chose animals. You would cook your own meals, reload / sharpen your own weapons.

You went out hunting a couple of times, got used to the people around you, there was quite a few kids around here. (Idk who they are either, just make up random kids.) running around and laughing.

You played with them rarely since you were still new.

"You didn't tell me why." Carl finally approached you, as you played with children.

The children chattered off while you looked at Carl for a minute, clueless.

"Why you left, now fucking tell me."

He was visibly upset. "I don't know." Was all that came out of your mouth.

"I don't know why the hell I left, it was my parents idea." You didn't look as stern as before. It was a more of a 'calm' look.

He looked at you once before walking off again.

It became a normal thing, quick talk then walk off. Usually asking where something is.

You began to feel lonely, about no one to socialize too. Sure you've been like that for years. That only made it worse.

You decided to confront him without him walking off like he always does.

(Time skip for yet again, my lazy ass.)

"Why the hell do you keep walking away from me?" You asked.

"It's not important, never will be. None of the conversations are anyways."

"Tell me what's wrong." You looked at him, not joking around. You wanted an answer.

He took a deep breath before looking at you, "It's the fact you didn't recognize me, your own childhood bestfriend. I've been missing you for years, years M/N!" He shouted a bit. Silence fell in between you two.

"How about we make up for it?"

He looked up at you, "what?"

"Make up for it, we can practice our aiming while chatting. Maybe tomorrow?" You said smiling.

Your smile was his weakness, it was always so sweet. "Fine."

He said, but this time you walked off and not him.

(You called it, time skip)

"I'm here." He looked at you. "Great" you smiled a bit.

Taking out your gun.

(after a bit of practice cause I'm not describing shit today, it was stressful.)

After a bit of talking about his eye, any things you wanna you gathered from the journey until Alexandria.

"We should do this more often, it wasn't bad at all." The only thing he could do was look at you before nodding, and yet again walking off.

"He needs to quit that damn habit" You thought.

(Carl's POV:)

"Fucking shit, oh god." I thought aggressively while walking off at a fast pace.

I was a blushing mess, the way he looked so hot while shooting random stuff.

"There's no way I can like men, it's not possible right?"

(It is fucking possible welcome to gayness)

(-note from Soul)

I was playing around with my food until M/N showed up. I glanced away from him, making my hat cover my face. A quick "Hey." came out of him, I said nothing.

I was alone, and he sat across from me, eating whatever he had. It smelt better then what I had at least. Like something I haven't had in a long time but I never mentioned it.

(I might edit this later but after a couple of date like things please don't come after me I'm tired as fuck 🙇)

It was like I warmed up to him or something,

(hold the fuck on before I continue, something yellow came across me fucking FAST for a split second and my lights flickered. What the fuck 😧)

He laughed and smiled more often, and so did I. It couldn't possibly be because of feelings? Could it? Can't be.

My thoughts and feelings were to gathered up.

I wanted to throw up, but not in a bad way.

I felt and acted different around him. It was comforting around him apart from the hell- hole of an earth this is.

The way he smiled brought back so many memories, so many feelings, and bright sides.

I understood why he never recognized me at first.

It's the differences we both made.

"Carl?" "Carl!" A voice spoke out, clearly wanting my attention.

"Hm?" I looked up to see the one and only M/N.

"You're zoning out again, lasted longer then usual. You alright?" He spoke out it a little bit of concern.

"Just a ramble. Nothing to serious."

"What's it about?"

"Nothing you'd understand."

"Amuse me."

"I'm not telling."

"Why not?" The male said in defeat.

"I said you'd probably not understand."

"You said probably, maybe I will? Come on, please?"

"It's the same old him." I thought.

"It's memories-"

"About what?"

"Let me finish my sentence and maybe I'll say."

He just looked in boredom, wanting me to just blurt it out.

"Memories about the younger us, when we did all sorts of things. Remember when we first learned how to use guns?"

"Barely, but it's enough." He focused on his memory. He explained how his mind got blurry and couldn't remember much since his parent during the hang out a couple days back.

"Do you ever think your eye will come back?" He pointed towards my missing eye.

"Still dumb as usual." I yet again thought to myself.

"Probably not."

M/N was on a random ramble again about things he randomly thought, I pretended to listen. I wasn't really though. It's usually about dumb shit, or even things that are not even possible. I'm just glad he trusts me to speak about these things. Or even talks to me at all.

I snapped back out of my thought.

"Still on that stupid ramble." My mind spoke once again.

After a while he finally quit with a "I'm hungry." and left the room. I followed along and sat down at the kitchen table, just to give him company while he cooks.

"You hungry?" He asked.

"Could snack on something."

There was a whole bunch of ingredients on the counter, while he worked, measured, poured, all that stuff while I went on my ramble about him again.

"A bit of that.."

I hear him ramble on, not sure what he meant. But he placed a tray in the oven which looked like cookies or something. Pretty sure it was based on the sugary smell of chocolate.

"Smells good, what is it?"

"Chocolate chip cookies, it was my parent's recipe."

Minutes pass by, until a loud "Ding!" Passed through our conversation.

He sat up, talking out the tray. The fresh smell of cookies made my mouth water, I always loved sugary stuff. Especially when fresh.

He sat down once again, guessing to let the cookies heat settle down.

A chat came between us, as usual to cover the silence.

Sitting up once again, the cookies were put onto clean plates. Walking over, he placed a plate down infront of me.

Him sitting down and eating, I take one off the plate and taste it. A sense of satisfaction and sugar came across my mouth. Probably the best cookies I've tasted.

"Is it good?" He questioned.

I nodded, stuffing my mouth with cookies.

He chuckled while giving off that sweet smile of his.

-QUICK BONUS

My father came bursting into the house, making us both jump. Storming by he grabs a cookie off the tray and shoves it into his mouth with aggression before angrily stomping upstairs. Making us both giggle about his reaction.

(Back to story)

"What's up with him?" He laughs out

"Probably someone isn't co-operating with him" I laugh off.

"Still has the same short temper." We both laughed at that one.

As soon the plates were empty with only crumbs left on them. He takes the plates making his way to the sink.

"A lil' touch up."

I heard him say as he stops beside me, making me look at him in confusion.

And there it was.

A pair of lips on mine, his lips were soft. But I couldn't control myself but kiss back.

He pulled back and giggled, taking off my hat and putting it on top of his head, soon ruffling my hair.

I swear I was beet red.

[carlgrimm]

carl grimes x top male reader, M/n finds Carl lost and company's Carl on the way back?

carl <33

this isn't going to go along with the plot, so there are gonna be things happening in it that don't make sense with the plot

Getting separated during the apocalypse was not a good thing. Especially not when you're in a new place that you've never been before.

Carl was not having a good day, getting separated opened a door for bad things to happen, and all he had found so far were some bones and a track in the mud that looked like a stick was dragged through it.

Carl was dragged out of his thoughts at the sound of cracking leaves beside him. Nerves on edge, he swung his gun around to point at whoever, or whatever, was there.

"Hey, hey, no im not a freak you don't need to point a gun at me," The guy held his hands up, backing up slightly. "I just came to ask you if you were okay, you've been walking around weirdly for like 10 minutes."

"Put your knife down and leave.", Carl said, tone not too loud to attract any walkers that might be around.

"Easy cowboy, im not here to hurt you, you just look lost, got that distant look, dragging your feet n all." He put the knife down by his foot, but enough away to slightly settle Carl's nerves.

"What I am is none of your business."

"I got a map, I can help you find your people, free of charge." He let out a laugh, body moving along, hands resting on his head.

"Fine, but you do anything else and I'll shoot."

It didn't take long for him to get his map out, as Carl stood, gun still in hand, only answering questions with short sentences, where he last saw the group, how long it had been, what direction. Then they set off.

"My names Y/N by the way cowboy."

"Carl, not cowboy"

It was quiet again for some time, neither of the boys speaking, just sharing glances, looking back at the map, then forward to the dirt paths, repeating until Carl's stomach decided to join in.

"When did you last eat Carl? I've got some snacks you can have."

"Thanks." He didnt know why, but his face heated up as he took the packets from Y/Ns hands.

"So..." Y/N slung his arm around Carl's shoulder as they walked side by side, "Tell me more about yourself, might aswell get to know eachother on the way back."

"Well my favourite colours blue, my hat was my dads that he gave to me after I got shot. I was 12 when this started and our group we put together as we went on."

Y/N gripped Carl's shoulder tighter, his body shaking Carl's aswell, "I was 12 too! But shit, getting shot? You're one lucky motherfucker cowboy, surviving all that."

"Don't call me cowboy." It didn't come out like Carl had wanted it to, the blush spreading across his face betraying him.

"Maybe ill stop when you stop reacting so nicely to it cowboy, but ill be kind and tell you about myself too. I like earthy colours, you know? the browns, greens, its why I chose to be out here. I don't have a group, just myself and my cabin," Y/N sighed, looking up. "Never been shot myself, count it as lucky, don't think I would've survived if I had been, have gotten cuts though, know how to treat them so as long as I have my stuff im alright."

"You remind me of Hershel, he's in our group, he was the one who saved me after I got shot. He was a vet before everything. Chopped off his own leg after he got bit."

Carl knew he was rambling, that he really shouldn't be telling someone he just met things about the group, but when he saw the look on Y/Ns face as talked, just listening, actually interested in what he had to say, he couldn't stop himself, like with the pink that coated his ears.

"I guess I'll take that as a compliment huh? You know its nice having a boy my age to talk to, even if its only for a little. Being by yourself gets lonely, and its quiet."

"Yeah, I'm not alone, but there's nobody around my age for me to talk to. I mainly just talk to Beth, she's a few years older, but she's the closest, she's actually Hershels daughter, same with Maggie, she's dating Glenn, he saved my dad when we thought he was dead."

It was louder now, they didn't know how long they'd been walking for, too distracted by talking, it must've been a bit though, because the trees were further behind them, scarcer than before.

"I've only really joined groups for a little, before they has to move on past my little cabin and camp, im surprised not many people have found it, but I guess that saves me from bad groups."

They were stopped by the sound of talking not too far ahead, multiple voices, definitely older, and by the look on Carl's face it must've been his group.

"I guess these are your people then?" Y/N pat Carl's arm from the side before removing his arm from Carl's shoulders, offering a tight, almost sad, smile.

It hurt Carl, more than it shouldve, they'd only been talking for the journey, yet the thought of leaving Y/N alone again, after all his help, and their conversations, stopped him from running over to his family. "Do you want to come with me?"

"Really?"

"Really."

"Okay."

[male-reads]

Carl Grimes: Prison Life

Fandom: The Walking Dead Pairing: Carl x Male!Reader Summary: Prison life calmed down for a moment that two boys embraced. Request: ummmmm,,,, Carl Grimes just being a regular teen™️ with a male reader/omc? Like, a breath of fresh air in their crazy lives. Preferably taking place during the prison arc??? Thank u ❤️❤️❤️ 

It was calm in the prison. The people from Woodbury had been settling in quite well. But the original group had taken their time trusting these people. It had taken a while for them to trust you. Not that you exactly came from Woodbury.

You had been out on the road alone. Like everyone else, you’d lost the people you’d been travelling with along the way, and had been found once more.

“You’re in your head again,” Carl said as he sat beside you. “You know that’s sometimes not good.”

“I’m good, don’t worry,” you said, and looked over at him. “Your face looks weird without your hat,”

“You look weird anyway,” he retorted. You laughed quietly, laying back on the concrete floor. Carl was blocking the sun from how he was sitting. “You look weird right now.”

You flipped him off lazily, smiling as you put a hand behind your head. “I am enjoying the sun and your company. You’re not too bad to hang around with,”

Carl scoffed and then laid down beside you. “I hope this lasts.” Carl waved a hand in the air. “The prison. It’s good. We could stay here for the rest of our lives,”

“I guess we could. It’s not exactly conventional, is it?” you said, aware of the people walking around freely. Turned out the prison was no longer a prison anymore. The end of the world tended to change things.

“Not really. Neither are we though, are we?” Carl asked, gesturing between you and him. “Last boys on the planet and decided on each other instead of any other girls,”

You huffed a laugh. “Maybe I just like your face more than theirs?” you asked, reaching over to poke his cheek. You poked it a few more times, and a smile started on his face.

He tried to push the smile away, but he couldn’t, so instead he knocked your hand aside. “You’re so weird,” he said, shaking his head a little.

“And yet you put up with me. I think you like weird,” you said. Carl’s smile widened and he rolled over and put an arm around you. If you could see his face, you had a guess he’d be grinning and blushing. “You’re too nice, Carl Grimes.”

“You’re pretty sweet too, Y/N.” Carl said. “But we gotta start getting the crops or my dad will have our heads.”

“Wouldn’t that be fun,”